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The watchmaker looked up at the sound of the bell tinkling over his front door. He gave a smile as he regarded the figure who had entered.
"I'm sorry, young man. But I'm just in the process of closing up for the night."
The man didn't respond. He merely glanced at the elderly watchmaker, his monocle glinting in the dim shop light.
"Did you hear me, young man?"
"I heard you," the man answered softly.
Without warning the man reached up and removed a clock from the wall, opening up the back, and began to tinker around inside it. The watchmaker gasped.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I need the parts," came the reply
The watchmaker stepped out from behind his counter and started across to stop the man.
"Now see here," he said. "I'm closing up for the day. If you wish to purchase parts, I'll be happy to assist you once I open back up tomorrow morning. But I'll thank you to not take down my clocks and start fiddling with them."
The old watchmaker reached out to take the clock from the young man. Suddenly, something moved and rose up into view. The watchmaker gasped. It looked like a small bronzed canine skull. Light spilled from tubes that filled one eye socket and it buzzed faintly. The young man paused in his work, glancing at the watchmaker.
"Leave now and let me take what I need," he said, his voice growing cold. "Or I shall be forced to set my pet onto you."
"P-p-pet?" the watchmaker stammered. "That thing is an abomination to nature."
"That THING is the future," the man snarled.
The watchmaker backed away and turned quickly. He lunged for the telephone on his counter, intending to alert the authorities as to the horror in his shop. The young man sighed, sending the skull zooming towards the watchmaker.

The bell tinkled as the Doll Maker exited the store. He had collected the supplies he needed for his creations form the various clocks and watches withing. The bronzed wolf skull floated just behind him, keeping to the shadows. It's teeth were stained with blood. The Doll Maker had warned the watchmaker not to get in the way, but the old man hadn't listened. It was a regrettable outcome, but overall, the Doll Maker wasn't overly concerned. The future was coming fast, and he wasn't going to let anybody get in the way of his progress...

My cosplay of the Doll Maker in his 'dark disguise'.
His 'public face': lizardman22.deviantart.com/art…

The Doll Maker belongs to

Description
The watchmaker looked up at the sound of the bell tinkling over his front door. He gave a smile as he regarded the figure who had entered.
"I'm sorry, young man. But I'm just in the process of closing up for the night."
The man didn't respond. He merely glanced at the elderly watchmaker, his monocle glinting in the dim shop light.
"Did you hear me, young man?"
"I heard you," the man answered softly.
Without warning the man reached up and removed a clock from the wall, opening up the back, and began to tinker around inside it. The watchmaker gasped.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I need the parts," came the reply
The watchmaker stepped out from behind his counter and started across to stop the man.
"Now see here," he said. "I'm closing up for the day. If you wish to purchase parts, I'll be happy to assist you once I open back up tomorrow morning. But I'll thank you to not take down my clocks and start fiddling with them."
The old watchmaker reached out to take the clock from the young man. Suddenly, something moved and rose up into view. The watchmaker gasped. It looked like a small bronzed canine skull. Light spilled from tubes that filled one eye socket and it buzzed faintly. The young man paused in his work, glancing at the watchmaker.
"Leave now and let me take what I need," he said, his voice growing cold. "Or I shall be forced to set my pet onto you."
"P-p-pet?" the watchmaker stammered. "That thing is an abomination to nature."
"That THING is the future," the man snarled.
The watchmaker backed away and turned quickly. He lunged for the telephone on his counter, intending to alert the authorities as to the horror in his shop. The young man sighed, sending the skull zooming towards the watchmaker.

The bell tinkled as the Doll Maker exited the store. He had collected the supplies he needed for his creations form the various clocks and watches withing. The bronzed wolf skull floated just behind him, keeping to the shadows. It's teeth were stained with blood. The Doll Maker had warned the watchmaker not to get in the way, but the old man hadn't listened. It was a regrettable outcome, but overall, the Doll Maker wasn't overly concerned. The future was coming fast, and he wasn't going to let anybody get in the way of his progress...

My cosplay of the Doll Maker in his 'dark disguise'.
His 'public face': lizardman22.deviantart.com/art…

The Doll Maker belongs to