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“GOD DAMN YOU!!!” Brigson shouted while running as fast as he could, his breath frantic and his muscles groaning in protest underneath the plate mail armor he wore. The ground shook as the creature’s mere movements buckled the very earth around it. Ancient stones long untouched shuddered back and forth, kicking up a cloud of dust as Brigson scuttled to reach the far wall of the chamber. After having gotten some distance between them, he turned around to get a good look at his attacker.
    It’s was clockwork beast of sorts. He had seen small ones before but nothing of this size. It was as if the gods had given a clock tower arms and legs and called it a day. He could see the golden summoning halo, marking it as a Divine Level Creation, or more commonly referred to as a DLC, slowly dissipating as the clock faced body of the creature fully manifested into the world of man. It slowly lumbered forward, crushing a man-sized boulder in its path with a stomp of its foot. The sounds of ticking clocks emanating loudly from its body.

‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’

He wasn’t sure who had triggered the DLC but he could make an educated guess as to what god it belonged to. After all he was in the ruins of the temple of Alinavious. He had heard rumours about these divine summonings originating from the long dead Goddess of the Present, or more commonly known as the Goddess of Time. There had also been numerous sightings of Ginger. Many thought that the flame haired woman was the mortal incarnation of the Goddess. Now that he was face to face with this hulking clockwork giant, he was beginning to think that the rumours might have been true.
    Brigson had come here hoping to nab a small DLC and sell it. After all, these artifacts were extremely popular amongst collectors, yet they were exceedingly rare, most likely due to the Goddess’ demise.

‘TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK’

The creature interrupted the knight’s thoughts as it slowly approached him. The sheer size of the beast made taking it down clearly outside the realm of possibilities for a solo adventurer like himself. People often say that the bigger they are, the harder they fall but after numerous run-ins with great beasts, he knew that the biggest creatures also pack the heaviest punches.
    “Damn my luck,” Brigson muttered to himself as he surveyed his options. The main issue was that the entrance, and subsequently the only exit, was on the other side of the clockwork beast. He could either somehow try to get past it or even more unlikely, he could grow wings and fly through a large hole in the roof. Why could the decay of the temple not have created an easier to reach hole? The other issue was that he had been exploring this temple specifically because of its remote location within the Caverns of Chronis so that there would be minimal competition. As such, there were likely no adventurers in the area, even if they were willing to help.

‘TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK’

The sound of ticking clocks was ear deafeningly loud and it filled the entire room. He’d be impressed by it all if it wasn’t threatening his life right about now.
    ‘Hmm if I withstand its initial blows I should be able to duck between its legs to make it to the other side,’ he thought after noting that the beast moved with the rhythm of its internal clock. Drawing his tower shield, the heavy knight breathed in deeply and braced for the hulking giant’s inevitable hit. He kept on breathing in deep, his last breath seemingly vacuuming into his mouth as his chest puffed outward and changing his stance. The knight slammed both of his feet on the ground and placed his man-sized shield in front of him using both of his arms. Finally, he gave a battle cry and charged forwards, using his shield as a battering ram. The mechanical beast seemed unfazed but that didn’t deter Brigson. His attacker raised one of its gigantic arms as Brigson advanced.

‘BAM!’

He felt the impact of the clockwork creature’s gigantic mechanical fist but it was no match for the knight’s shield. Cogs and gears fell off the creature’s arm and whirred past his ears. Everything had gone just like he had hoped though his whole body still shook from the impact. He still kept on going and was able to weave himself through his attacker’s legs. The hulking clockwork beast turned around, its movement still precisely timed with each tick of its mechanical inner workings.
    After breaking through, he threw his shield back onto his back and dropped his stance back to free form. The knight moved into a full sprint once again and closed in on the doorway, now less than two hundred paces away. He kept on running and did not look back. 150 paces… 100 paces... 50 paces… he was almost there! Behind him, the sound of metal against metal echoed through the room along with that accursed ticking noise. When this is all over, Brigson vowed to never look at another clock again. Then, just like that, the ticking stopped and an eerie silence now filled the room. The knight decided to look behind him and saw that the clockwork guardian had ceased all movement. It just stood there with its arms and legs braced against its clock-faced chest. Did it run out of power? Did the gods take pity on him? That is where he was horribly wrong.
    ‘DONG, DONG, DONG’ it rang suddenly. It was much louder than the ticking had ever been and Brigson had to cover his ears, lest his drums burst. Twelve times did the gigantic clock ring its bells, its hands indicating that it was now midnight. When it was finally over, a large door just above the clockface opened up and a large mechanical bird jumped out.
    “Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Twelve O’clock! Time for bed!” The cuckoo shouted in a squeaky, nasal, feminine voice.
    “Damn,” Brigson muttered but it was too late already. The clockwork giant had cast a sleeping spell at him and it was already affecting him. He tried his best to get to the door but he was only able to get five steps further before he fell on the floor, his consciousness fading.
    ‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’ was the last thing he heard before he drifted off into a deep slumber.
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‘DONG DONG DONG,’

“Six O’clock, time to wake up!”
    Brigson finally awoke again, the clock’s gong and the voice calling the time having disturbed him in his sleep.

‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’

    “Ugh…” Brigson groaned as he groggily looked around. He wasn’t dead so there was that small blessing but judging by the sounds of ticking clocks all around him, he figured that he wasn’t much better off. When he opened his eyes, his fears were realized: he was inside of the clockwork giant. Looking around, he could see his armoured self staring back in the reflections of the metal gears all around him.
    “Fuck,” he muttered and he tried to stand up, only to find that he couldn’t do it. He struggled to move his body when a sharp pain suddenly raced down his spine. He could hear a clicking sound at the back of his head and just like that, his body moved forwards, seemingly on its own. The unfortunate knight could feel that a strange screw had entered his body there and it was controlling his movements, sending him through the corridor.
    ‘click, click, click,’ the screw clicked in perfect synchronization with the ticking of the clockwork mechanics surrounding him. In fact, his current movements had become just as rhythmic. Brigson was only able to move his head freely and even then, he was only able to utter futile curses upon the gods and society’s needs for these rare Divine Level Creations. Eventually, the knight was standing on top of a huge clock-face, strangely standing completely still unlike the rest of the beast’s innards.

‘Dong, Dong, Dong’

The clock bellowed seven times.
“Seven O’clock, time to change,” the same nasal voice from before resonated through his mind. Seven O’clock? He had been in there for an hour already? Was this a trick or was he in some sort of room where time flowed much faster? He couldn’t say nor think about it too long. No sooner did it finish did the clock face he was standing on top of start to count down.

‘Tick, Tick, Tick,’ it went.

The sound of ticking was really getting to him now, but it didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. The tick of the clocks, the clicks of the screw and the whirring of cogs, it surrounded him completely. Suddenly, the hands of the clock he was standing on spun down rapidly and that was when Brigson could feel a strange breeze against his bare body. Looking down, he saw that the damn thing was un-equipping him! His armor flopping off one piece at a time onto the metal floor, which were consequently dragged off by small clockwork minions, no bigger than a balled fist.
    “DAMN YOU, THAT STUFF BETTER BE IN ONE PIECE OR I’M GUTTING ALL OF YOU!” the knight shouted as the breeze turned into a cold draft now. The minions claimed everything from his shield to his platemail to even his undergarment.
    “Seriously going to find a party and murder you all a dozen times over when I get free,” he yelled, but it was a lot less demanding this time. The humiliation of his predicament got to him as the last of his stuff was carried off. The clicks of the clockwork minions almost seemed like laughter to the unfortunate knight.
‘Click, Click, Click’

The screw in the back of his head began to whirl once more, his body mechanically moving away from the station. He desperately tried to struggle free, now more than ever. The cold metal against his feet made his body shiver and his reflections in the gears around him made him blush. For the first time in a long while, Brigson regretted his decision to go solo. He had been a lone ranger ever since he was little. He had been bullied for his looks on numerous occasions. His hairy body, his chubby face, everybody would always make fun of him for anything. That is why he had decided to become a knight, so that he could fend for himself.
    His body finally stopped in front of a large black pool of liquid. He guessed that this must be the oil that kept the gears and cranks of the clockwork giant going. Sure enough, he could see that an automatic conveyer system was sending buckets of the stuff around the beast’s innards, greasing up any gears that needed it.

‘Dong, Dong, Dong’

The clock’s bells echoed loudly once more.
    “Eight O’clock, time for a bath,” Brigson heard the nasal voice of the cuckoo bird shout even closer now than before. Another hour must have passed. This time though, he felt like it was much longer than that. His negative emotions had made sure of that. Suddenly, a long spiral cog like head piece was placed in front of him. It seemed odd at first but as it approached his mouth, he soon understood that he was expected to willingly suck on it.
    “Seriously, you think-“ he tried to say.

‘Click’

The gear in the back of his head went as he felt his jaw open widely against his wishes. He didn’t even have time to voice his protests as the device gradually shifted into his mouth, filling him with the metallic taste of cold steel. The long nozzle went deeper into his mouth, making the knight fear that he might choke on it.

‘Click’

The clockwork beast seemed to have no heed for any of it as he felt his mouth close tightly against the deep throat intruder. Meanwhile, a crane like object picked him up from the protruding end of the cog as he was hoisted above the pool of oil.

‘Click, click, tick, tock’

Slowly but surely, Brigson was then lowered into the pool. It was getting harder and harder to struggle as the sound of ticking clocks continued to fill his mind. The knight soon entered the cold oil pool and it quickly engulfed him. The ice cold liquid chilled him to the bone as he slowly descended deeper and deeper. All he could do was close his eyes when his head was fully submerged, making him think that this was the end. Killed by an overgrown clockwork DLC. What a way to go...

‘Tick Tock Tick Tock’

All he could hear while inside was that accursed ticking but strangely he was not dead yet. In fact, he wasn’t even choking or gasping for air. It made the knight wonder what kind of magic this hulking giant was capable of. Was this all the doing of this clockwork giant, or was there some kind of force driving it from behind the curtains? An image of Ginger flashed through his mind but it quickly faded.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’
The only points in time when the clicking and ticking noises stopped was when the giant bells tolled somewhere above him. Nine times it rang this time.
    “9 O’clock, time for breakfast,” the Cuckoo shouted. The voice grated his sanity this time within his black, liquid prison. This was followed by a simple click in his mouth and just like that, the nozzle inside of his throat opened up. Foul, rubbery goop started flooding into his stomach. The icy substance flowed freely into his body and though it continued to surprise the poor knight that he was still alive, what was happening to him instead was far more worrying. He sat there for what felt like an eternity to him as the goop was just filling every single pore of his body. His mind hazed over due to the cold.

‘Click, click, click’

Brigson’s head was filled with clicks and ticks as he was just sitting there, submerged in ice-cold oil on cold, hard metal. At this point, he tried to remember warmth. Would he ever see the light of day and feel the sun’s warmth again? That’s when the icy haze on his mind began to fade. His senses returned to him as a crane was in the midst of carrying him away from the black pool, oil dripping from every part of his body. Apparently he had been hoisted out without him even realizing it. The crane, however, didn’t lower him down on the ground, instead proceeding towards an open section further up ahead in the clockwork beast’s body. Light illuminated him as he passed by a large stained glass clock face. He knew that beyond this was the outside world. It was like the beast was mocking him by showing him an escape portal just barely out of reach.
    The crane finally stopped in front of a large, flat clockwork box, about as big as him. He was able to see his reflection then in a nearby spinning gear. All that stared back at him was a bloated blob of black goop. All of that foul substance he had swallowed had quickly translated into fat it seemed. Oil covered every inch of his body and he wondered whether there even still was any ‘body’ to speak of underneath it all. Escape and revenge were no longer on Brigson’s mind. All that was left was fear of what was to happen next and that endless ticking. It was then that the clockwork box in front of him whirled to life.
    ‘What is it going to do to me now?’ he pondered, shivering as the box hummed with dozens of clicks, ticks, tocks, and other sounds before suddenly stopping.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

It rang louder than ever as he heard the cuckoo shout out once again.
    “Ten O’clock, time to dry off,” came its nasal voice again. The knight could hear a particularly loud tick then as the box split into 2, no 4, no 8 pieces. He watched it with both horror and fascination. The separate parts then started shifting around him and started pressing on different parts of his body. His arms were stretched out, as were his legs and with a few loud ticks, they locked into place. The metal plates seem way too tight around those areas but it seemed like that was not an issue at all. A large helmet-shaped metal plate went over his head then and it too locked into place. The rest of his body was soon covered by different panels as well, finishing off with one that pressed up against his crotch, and quite tightly so.

‘Click, clock, tick, tock’

And just like that, the panels all started moving. His body was molded like liquid, shifting as they compressed different parts of his body into different shapes. His feet were pushed upwards into his body as his head pushed downwards, making him shrink a little bit. His arms and legs were squeezed tightly and were turned slimmer. At the same time he could feel a large panel press against his chest as well as his backside. His fat was instantly pressed inwards and his body seemed to just mold along, as if the fat was never even there. The metal plate on the front shifted a little bit then, creating two spherical indents at chest-height. They were small first but they grew soon enough. The oozing oil that he knew was his flesh now soon filled these two indents. When it stopped growing, they were a respectable pair of D cup breasts that now hung on Brigson’s chest. The alien body parts jiggled in their compartments and he had to admit… that did feel nice. In exchange, his waist area in pushed inwards, providing additional lift to the generously sized boobs. Next up he could feel that the machine was working its way on his hips. These too increased in size, giving the knight an hourglass shape.

‘Clunk’

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdominal area which quickly turned into an almost bliss-like pleasure. A pair of long, thick, hot screws slowly pushed into his pelvis area from both the front as well as the back. His penis provided little to no resistance as it was grinded away into the oily goop and pushed inside of him. The sound of clicks was now intertwined with the sounds of slurps as his crotch was rearranged into a vagina. The pleasure he received from it all caused Brigson to start moaning mentally. It was so great that he didn’t even notice that hundred of tiny panels had been at work on his head. They were pushing his jaw line in, filling out his lips, straining out thousands of long silk like pieces of hair and so on. When all of the molding was finally complete, it was obvious that he had now become a woman. Then the heat came. At first it was just against his groin but then it spread to his feet, his breasts, his face, everywhere. It burned harshly and it stood in stark contrast to the ice cold bath he had received earlier. It seemed that this heating process was actually hardening his oily skin, turning into metal.

‘TING’

Just as soon as it started, the heat was gone, leaving him completely covered in metal and steel. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen when suddenly, the clockwork box that had transformed him opened up with a clank. Brigson was unceremoniously dropped on the floor, his metal body colliding with the metal floor and sending a loud clank through the area. Above him, the clockwork box closed up again and was carried off. Looking down, he could see the face of a cute young girl stare back up at him in the reflection of the smooth metal plate he was standing on. His shiny, pink, metallic body looked gorgeous and he looked at it dumbstruck. The realization hit him that he should be calling himself a she from now on when he checked to make sure that his manhood was indeed gone. She looked like some kind of doll, yet she could still move around even through her steel skin. Her new metallic breasts stood prominently on her chest. They were smooth, perfectly rounded and it seemed as if they defied gravity in their pertness, though that may have been due to the metallic nature of her new skin. The rest of her body too was covered in smooth, cold metallic flesh. Gone were her pimples, blemishes, battle scars, and even her body hair. The smooth steel that was her flesh was polished perfectly and the copper light that shone inside reflected off her. Only on her face and on her shoulders were there grooves where separate metal plates met together.
    She swore that she had shrunken a little bit during the molding process but she looked to be about the same height as before when she was still a man. It was then that she noticed that it was due the fact she had been standing on the tip of her toes all this time. In reality, she was a good head shorter now. Speaking of which, the metallic doll simply couldn’t get over her new petite feminine perfection that was her new head. Her eyes had turned just as pink as the rest of her body, her hair had grown down to her mid back, her cheeks had puffed out. She even had to admit that the two grooves that ran across her cheeks looked quite cute. The admiration of her new body was suddenly interrupted.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

The bells chimed once more, striking eleven times now. She had almost forgotten about her surroundings. The sound of ticking clocks that had terrorised her so earlier on now sounded like music to her ears. Looking around, she noticed that she must have walked back to the massive clock-face on the ground that she was on earlier, where her armor had been stripped off her body. It was incredible to her how much time had passed since she first woke up.
    “Eleven O’clock, time to dress for the day,” the cuckoo bird’s voice sounded again. Unlike earlier though, it sounded friendlier now somehow… still, the metal girl wasn’t sure whether she liked that or not. The small clockwork minions from earlier came back and they were carrying his gear back out. Brigson wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as her old armour was auto-equipped back on. It was very ill-fitting now and it looked ridiculous on her petite body. Her underpants clung loosely against her bulbous posterior. Her platemail pushed upright, squishing her breasts and sending another jolt of excitement through her body. Her helmet hung on her head lopsidedly. None of it felt heavy though since she was made of metal now, which seemed to have amplified her strength by quite a bit. The small clockwork minions seemed to mock her for her silly looks as they surrounded her, their mechanisms chittering and clicking. Unlike before however, much like with the cuckoo bird, it seemed like they were laughing with her now. Finally, they got to work. Tiny needles flickered in-between their fast working gears as they separated into groups, each working on a different armour piece. She watched both in anger and in fascination as one group climbed up on her shoulders and started taking apart her chevalier helmet that had cost her so much into little pieces mere inches from her face and she could do nothing to stop them. Was that because of that screw in the back of her head or because she no longer wanted to? It seemed that they weren’t just senselessly destroying it. Instead, she could feel them weaving some of the pieces together into her long, silky hair, which got pulled up. The minions spun and weaved until all three feet of it was sown into a tight bun on the back if her head. The remainder of the pieces were meanwhile reassembled into a sort of feathered, though metallic wreath that wrapped around her head.
    While this was happening, her boots and leggings were quickly stripped apart and reassembled into something much more tight fitting. It was wrapped around her tighter and tighter until it felt like a second skin. The cold, metallic, silk like fiber seemingly clicked into place but the cold didn’t deter her. In fact, it only felt natural to her now. Her tip toed stance was unswayed by the binding work as if she had been doing so since the day she was born. Only momentarily she found herself hopping, but that was only so that the clockwork minions could work on her shoes. The last vestiges of her toes disappeared under the pale metallic white Pointe Shoes.
    “OUFF,” She breath as her platemail was pulled even tighter around her chest than it already ways, which she thought wasn’t possible. She watched as the machines took the bulky thing apart and molded the pieces into something much more fitting for her new feminine body, becoming a metallic bodice. Her breasts were squeezed into her new bodice, making them seem a bit smaller but they still seemed to have enough jiggle room. It was odd to her that metal could jiggle, yet she wasn’t just any kind of metal.
    ‘Crank Fl-fl-fl-flloooopp,’ she heard as her pants bloomed around her like an umbrella before spreading completely apart, forming a clock like tutu. Each layer of her newest garment was made up of separate, thin, interlaced cogs. It was almost mesmeric to look at as they circled around her waist in a constant, uniform motion, in harmony with the ticking sounds around her. Speaking of which, it seemed that she herself had started moving in that same rhythm as well, becoming more and more in tune with time.
    Each article of her new clothing clicked shut on her body and into each-other. Once it was all connected, the circuit was complete and she could feel a strong current forming through her body. This was amplified by the fact that she could now see orange lines all over her body. The feelings of pleasure from this was incredibly strong to her.

“AAHHHHHHH”

The mechanical doll heard a mellow, metallic yet beautiful voice cry out.

“AAHHHHHHH”

There it was again! And again and again until she realized that it was her own new voice. It was only a few minutes later when the sensations finally died down a little. Looking around, the clockwork minions that had given her so much trouble and had mocked her so much earlier now seemed to cheer her on, as friends.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

The bells rang louder than ever before once again, twelve times in a row and shaking the girl out of her thoughts once again.
    “Twelve O’clock, time for history class,” the nasal voice of the cuckoo called out somewhere above her. Her mind was still a little numb from all of the pleasurable sensations from earlier so she wasn’t quite sure of the voice’s origin.
    “History? What is it planning now?” The mechanical doll voiced her thoughts out loud. Now that she actually spoke words, she was able to hear her new voice quite well. It sounded meek and mellow, yet it had a mechanical rasp to it. She had to admit, she liked it... The doll realized then that she was able to move on her own again. Reaching behind her head, she felt for the intruding screw that had been controlling her. It seemed to no longer be there, though she could swear she could still hear it. Her hands moved down her body then in order to examine herself. Just then, a large cog rolled by giving her full view of her new body and clothes. She looked even more gorgeous and elegant than she had thought. Staring at her reflection, she could see that the feathers of her wreath were actually pristine, white wires, elaborately shaped and weaved seamlessly into her hair. In fact, most of her clothing was woven in a similar fashion. The feathers reached downwards into a choker with a clock face hanging at the front. The choker in turn merged directly into the bodice which provided a perfect over head view of her magnificent bosom, revealing just enough to be a tease to anyone taking a look.
    Suddenly the cog stopped and she found herself standing in front of a grandfather clock. It seemed that she had once again moved without her even realizing it as she had followed the rolling cog. The mechanical doll found herself captivated by this grandfather clock for some reason as she couldn’t help but stare at it. She could not look away as the clock was seemingly entering her mind. Was it the clock that was entering her mind? Or was it time itself? The sounds of ticking that had surrounded her all of this time now seemed like it was inside of her head as well. In fact, her irises had transformed to be clockfaces now instead, reflecting the exact time as of this moment. She had built up a connection to time itself now that she didn’t know was even possible up until now. It wasn’t too much longer before her own history started flashing before her eyes.
    Brigson’s childhood was harsh. Being the tenth son meant that he literally had no claim on anything within his already poor family. He had inherited all the bad features from every part of his family. From a squished face to overgrown mangy body hair he found himself with a mug even his mother couldn’t love.
    Seeing these memories made her sad and made a tear of oil form in the corner of her eye, which she quickly wiped off. When the memories ended, dozens of small bells tolled around her followed by the memories being replayed again.
    Bridget’s childhood was easy. Being the tenth daughter of a wealthy family meant that she had little responsibilities. She had been a bit spoiled, but she had still turned into a fine young woman nonetheless. Having inherited her mother’s sexy body and her father’s dashing hair, she was quite popular! Seeing these memories again brought a smile upon her face and made her wonder where that tear from earlier had come from.
    On his 10th birthday, Brigson’s father had sold him as a slave to the soldier’s guild, where he was mistreated. He was often forced to clean up after the other knights and eating mere scraps while learning to fight under hellish drill instructo-

‘RING, RING, RING’

The bells tolled again, interrupting the memory and replaying it again… Now where was she? Ah yes, the dancers guild she had enrolled in was amazing.
    As she went through the memories of her teenage years, Bridget found herself amused by the bells as the cutely rang each time she needed a reminder of another highlight in her life. Like when she had achieved the ballerina elite class or when she had received a DLC for exceptional performance on the dancefloor. Of course, everything changed when she had accidently been transformed into Elegimentis: a being of time. At first, being an elemental scared her but now, her metallic heart throbbed with happiness and pride and she could no longer picture herself being any other way.
    ‘Click Clock,’ the grandfather clock ticked away as Bridget shook her head.
    “Oh my!” she gave a cute, timid shout, her hand gracefully covering her mouth in surprise as she instinctively knew the current time. Of course, when you are a physical embodiment of time itself, that is only a given.
    “Ekkk, I’ll be late!” she said, realizing that she had been daydreaming for almost a full hour. The DLC ceremony was to begin in only five minutes! She hurriedly ran on over to her spot, her graceful paces in perfect harmony with the ticks of her internal clock.
    Arriving at the clockwork shrine, she couldn’t help by smile at the gorgeous, gigantic clockwork beast’s inner clock face. Since she had become an elemental, she had a much deeper appreciation for the intricate workings of clocks like these. The goddess’ creations were always just so sexy Bridget thought, admiring the chiseled metal and uniformly turning gears that the clockwork beast held within itself.

‘DONG’

The bell tolled only once from inside the beast as its front door opened up now. The cuckoo bird came walking in towards her, wearing a suit.
    “One O’clock, time for the ceremony,” it said in a regular voice now. Bridget smiled and nodded but she was surprised when the cuckoo approached her carrying a large, oakwood box as well as a scroll. Just then, Bridget’s body sprung to life. She had been awaiting this moment for a long time already. As the first Elegimentis in a long time, she had dreamed of becoming a priestess of time at this temple and today, that time had finally come. Her body formed the perfect pirouette as she rotated in a circle once, no twice, no ten full times. Her motions were swift, beautifully elegant and also quite dizzying for the untrained eye. When she came to a stop, she knew what had happened. Not only had she been bestowed the title of Prima Ballerina, but her dream had been fulfilled. She was now a guardian of time, and she would protect it for all eternity. Oily tears of joy filled her clock-faced eyes, the black goop streaming down her face but it didn’t matter. She was happy.
    The cuckoo smiled, happy to have been able to guide Bridget to this position. The smile turned sad though as it handed the two items it was carrying over to the time elemental. However, before Bridget could even utter her thanks, the cuckoo shoved her out the door.
    “Hey wait,” the Elegimentis shouted surprised as her metal toes met hard stone floor. looking around, she found herself in what looked like an old treasure room. She recognized it as a room within the temple.

‘TICK, TOCK’

She turned to face the hulking clockwork giant that she had been inside of up until now. Its ticks seemed to be getting softer and softer. It looked like it was smiling at her as the cuckoo inside waved her goodbye. Its job here was done and the telltale trace of divine energy circled the beast. Using the last of its DLC energy, it rang its bells one last time.
    “Zero O’clock, time to say goodbye” the cuckoo said. It gave Bridget a bow, who returned the gesture gracefully. Then, just like that, the beast faded away.
    “Thank you,” was all Bridget could utter as oily tears came running down her face once again. Though she knew that the clocktower only had a limited amount of time here, she simply felt such a strong connection to it. Seeing it go like that was like saying goodbye to her best friend and now that she was alone, her inner clock was the only source of ticking within the ruined temple once again.
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Bridget had been keeping track of time accurately. It had been exactly 6 days, 18 hours, 43 minutes and 19 seconds since Bridget had left the caverns bearing her new titles as Priestess of Time and Prima Ballerina. Since then, she had read the scroll and opened up the box she had received. Inside were five small DLC’s. Somehow, she had instinctively known that the screw was her own as if she had already owned it a long time ago. As such she had installed it at the back of her head, where it clicked with each new tick of her inner clock and each step she took. The other four items, she knew not where to start but she knew what had to be done. The scroll she received only contained five simple words but she knew what they meant.

‘Find those worthy of us.’

“I will,” Bridget reaffirmed the words to herself. Smiling, she waltzed into town. The sun was shining and reflected off her metal body. The birds were chirping and there was a soft breeze. Today was a good day for a DLC.

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“GOD DAMN YOU!!!” Brigson shouted while running as fast as he could, his breath frantic and his muscles groaning in protest underneath the plate mail armor he wore. The ground shook as the creature’s mere movements buckled the very earth around it. Ancient stones long untouched shuddered back and forth, kicking up a cloud of dust as Brigson scuttled to reach the far wall of the chamber. After having gotten some distance between them, he turned around to get a good look at his attacker.
    It’s was clockwork beast of sorts. He had seen small ones before but nothing of this size. It was as if the gods had given a clock tower arms and legs and called it a day. He could see the golden summoning halo, marking it as a Divine Level Creation, or more commonly referred to as a DLC, slowly dissipating as the clock faced body of the creature fully manifested into the world of man. It slowly lumbered forward, crushing a man-sized boulder in its path with a stomp of its foot. The sounds of ticking clocks emanating loudly from its body.

‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’

He wasn’t sure who had triggered the DLC but he could make an educated guess as to what god it belonged to. After all he was in the ruins of the temple of Alinavious. He had heard rumours about these divine summonings originating from the long dead Goddess of the Present, or more commonly known as the Goddess of Time. There had also been numerous sightings of Ginger. Many thought that the flame haired woman was the mortal incarnation of the Goddess. Now that he was face to face with this hulking clockwork giant, he was beginning to think that the rumours might have been true.
    Brigson had come here hoping to nab a small DLC and sell it. After all, these artifacts were extremely popular amongst collectors, yet they were exceedingly rare, most likely due to the Goddess’ demise.

‘TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK’

The creature interrupted the knight’s thoughts as it slowly approached him. The sheer size of the beast made taking it down clearly outside the realm of possibilities for a solo adventurer like himself. People often say that the bigger they are, the harder they fall but after numerous run-ins with great beasts, he knew that the biggest creatures also pack the heaviest punches.
    “Damn my luck,” Brigson muttered to himself as he surveyed his options. The main issue was that the entrance, and subsequently the only exit, was on the other side of the clockwork beast. He could either somehow try to get past it or even more unlikely, he could grow wings and fly through a large hole in the roof. Why could the decay of the temple not have created an easier to reach hole? The other issue was that he had been exploring this temple specifically because of its remote location within the Caverns of Chronis so that there would be minimal competition. As such, there were likely no adventurers in the area, even if they were willing to help.

‘TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK’

The sound of ticking clocks was ear deafeningly loud and it filled the entire room. He’d be impressed by it all if it wasn’t threatening his life right about now.
    ‘Hmm if I withstand its initial blows I should be able to duck between its legs to make it to the other side,’ he thought after noting that the beast moved with the rhythm of its internal clock. Drawing his tower shield, the heavy knight breathed in deeply and braced for the hulking giant’s inevitable hit. He kept on breathing in deep, his last breath seemingly vacuuming into his mouth as his chest puffed outward and changing his stance. The knight slammed both of his feet on the ground and placed his man-sized shield in front of him using both of his arms. Finally, he gave a battle cry and charged forwards, using his shield as a battering ram. The mechanical beast seemed unfazed but that didn’t deter Brigson. His attacker raised one of its gigantic arms as Brigson advanced.

‘BAM!’

He felt the impact of the clockwork creature’s gigantic mechanical fist but it was no match for the knight’s shield. Cogs and gears fell off the creature’s arm and whirred past his ears. Everything had gone just like he had hoped though his whole body still shook from the impact. He still kept on going and was able to weave himself through his attacker’s legs. The hulking clockwork beast turned around, its movement still precisely timed with each tick of its mechanical inner workings.
    After breaking through, he threw his shield back onto his back and dropped his stance back to free form. The knight moved into a full sprint once again and closed in on the doorway, now less than two hundred paces away. He kept on running and did not look back. 150 paces… 100 paces... 50 paces… he was almost there! Behind him, the sound of metal against metal echoed through the room along with that accursed ticking noise. When this is all over, Brigson vowed to never look at another clock again. Then, just like that, the ticking stopped and an eerie silence now filled the room. The knight decided to look behind him and saw that the clockwork guardian had ceased all movement. It just stood there with its arms and legs braced against its clock-faced chest. Did it run out of power? Did the gods take pity on him? That is where he was horribly wrong.
    ‘DONG, DONG, DONG’ it rang suddenly. It was much louder than the ticking had ever been and Brigson had to cover his ears, lest his drums burst. Twelve times did the gigantic clock ring its bells, its hands indicating that it was now midnight. When it was finally over, a large door just above the clockface opened up and a large mechanical bird jumped out.
    “Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Twelve O’clock! Time for bed!” The cuckoo shouted in a squeaky, nasal, feminine voice.
    “Damn,” Brigson muttered but it was too late already. The clockwork giant had cast a sleeping spell at him and it was already affecting him. He tried his best to get to the door but he was only able to get five steps further before he fell on the floor, his consciousness fading.
    ‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’ was the last thing he heard before he drifted off into a deep slumber.
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‘DONG DONG DONG,’

“Six O’clock, time to wake up!”
    Brigson finally awoke again, the clock’s gong and the voice calling the time having disturbed him in his sleep.

‘Tick, tock, tick, tock’

    “Ugh…” Brigson groaned as he groggily looked around. He wasn’t dead so there was that small blessing but judging by the sounds of ticking clocks all around him, he figured that he wasn’t much better off. When he opened his eyes, his fears were realized: he was inside of the clockwork giant. Looking around, he could see his armoured self staring back in the reflections of the metal gears all around him.
    “Fuck,” he muttered and he tried to stand up, only to find that he couldn’t do it. He struggled to move his body when a sharp pain suddenly raced down his spine. He could hear a clicking sound at the back of his head and just like that, his body moved forwards, seemingly on its own. The unfortunate knight could feel that a strange screw had entered his body there and it was controlling his movements, sending him through the corridor.
    ‘click, click, click,’ the screw clicked in perfect synchronization with the ticking of the clockwork mechanics surrounding him. In fact, his current movements had become just as rhythmic. Brigson was only able to move his head freely and even then, he was only able to utter futile curses upon the gods and society’s needs for these rare Divine Level Creations. Eventually, the knight was standing on top of a huge clock-face, strangely standing completely still unlike the rest of the beast’s innards.

‘Dong, Dong, Dong’

The clock bellowed seven times.
“Seven O’clock, time to change,” the same nasal voice from before resonated through his mind. Seven O’clock? He had been in there for an hour already? Was this a trick or was he in some sort of room where time flowed much faster? He couldn’t say nor think about it too long. No sooner did it finish did the clock face he was standing on top of start to count down.

‘Tick, Tick, Tick,’ it went.

The sound of ticking was really getting to him now, but it didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. The tick of the clocks, the clicks of the screw and the whirring of cogs, it surrounded him completely. Suddenly, the hands of the clock he was standing on spun down rapidly and that was when Brigson could feel a strange breeze against his bare body. Looking down, he saw that the damn thing was un-equipping him! His armor flopping off one piece at a time onto the metal floor, which were consequently dragged off by small clockwork minions, no bigger than a balled fist.
    “DAMN YOU, THAT STUFF BETTER BE IN ONE PIECE OR I’M GUTTING ALL OF YOU!” the knight shouted as the breeze turned into a cold draft now. The minions claimed everything from his shield to his platemail to even his undergarment.
    “Seriously going to find a party and murder you all a dozen times over when I get free,” he yelled, but it was a lot less demanding this time. The humiliation of his predicament got to him as the last of his stuff was carried off. The clicks of the clockwork minions almost seemed like laughter to the unfortunate knight.
‘Click, Click, Click’

The screw in the back of his head began to whirl once more, his body mechanically moving away from the station. He desperately tried to struggle free, now more than ever. The cold metal against his feet made his body shiver and his reflections in the gears around him made him blush. For the first time in a long while, Brigson regretted his decision to go solo. He had been a lone ranger ever since he was little. He had been bullied for his looks on numerous occasions. His hairy body, his chubby face, everybody would always make fun of him for anything. That is why he had decided to become a knight, so that he could fend for himself.
    His body finally stopped in front of a large black pool of liquid. He guessed that this must be the oil that kept the gears and cranks of the clockwork giant going. Sure enough, he could see that an automatic conveyer system was sending buckets of the stuff around the beast’s innards, greasing up any gears that needed it.

‘Dong, Dong, Dong’

The clock’s bells echoed loudly once more.
    “Eight O’clock, time for a bath,” Brigson heard the nasal voice of the cuckoo bird shout even closer now than before. Another hour must have passed. This time though, he felt like it was much longer than that. His negative emotions had made sure of that. Suddenly, a long spiral cog like head piece was placed in front of him. It seemed odd at first but as it approached his mouth, he soon understood that he was expected to willingly suck on it.
    “Seriously, you think-“ he tried to say.

‘Click’

The gear in the back of his head went as he felt his jaw open widely against his wishes. He didn’t even have time to voice his protests as the device gradually shifted into his mouth, filling him with the metallic taste of cold steel. The long nozzle went deeper into his mouth, making the knight fear that he might choke on it.

‘Click’

The clockwork beast seemed to have no heed for any of it as he felt his mouth close tightly against the deep throat intruder. Meanwhile, a crane like object picked him up from the protruding end of the cog as he was hoisted above the pool of oil.

‘Click, click, tick, tock’

Slowly but surely, Brigson was then lowered into the pool. It was getting harder and harder to struggle as the sound of ticking clocks continued to fill his mind. The knight soon entered the cold oil pool and it quickly engulfed him. The ice cold liquid chilled him to the bone as he slowly descended deeper and deeper. All he could do was close his eyes when his head was fully submerged, making him think that this was the end. Killed by an overgrown clockwork DLC. What a way to go...

‘Tick Tock Tick Tock’

All he could hear while inside was that accursed ticking but strangely he was not dead yet. In fact, he wasn’t even choking or gasping for air. It made the knight wonder what kind of magic this hulking giant was capable of. Was this all the doing of this clockwork giant, or was there some kind of force driving it from behind the curtains? An image of Ginger flashed through his mind but it quickly faded.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’
The only points in time when the clicking and ticking noises stopped was when the giant bells tolled somewhere above him. Nine times it rang this time.
    “9 O’clock, time for breakfast,” the Cuckoo shouted. The voice grated his sanity this time within his black, liquid prison. This was followed by a simple click in his mouth and just like that, the nozzle inside of his throat opened up. Foul, rubbery goop started flooding into his stomach. The icy substance flowed freely into his body and though it continued to surprise the poor knight that he was still alive, what was happening to him instead was far more worrying. He sat there for what felt like an eternity to him as the goop was just filling every single pore of his body. His mind hazed over due to the cold.

‘Click, click, click’

Brigson’s head was filled with clicks and ticks as he was just sitting there, submerged in ice-cold oil on cold, hard metal. At this point, he tried to remember warmth. Would he ever see the light of day and feel the sun’s warmth again? That’s when the icy haze on his mind began to fade. His senses returned to him as a crane was in the midst of carrying him away from the black pool, oil dripping from every part of his body. Apparently he had been hoisted out without him even realizing it. The crane, however, didn’t lower him down on the ground, instead proceeding towards an open section further up ahead in the clockwork beast’s body. Light illuminated him as he passed by a large stained glass clock face. He knew that beyond this was the outside world. It was like the beast was mocking him by showing him an escape portal just barely out of reach.
    The crane finally stopped in front of a large, flat clockwork box, about as big as him. He was able to see his reflection then in a nearby spinning gear. All that stared back at him was a bloated blob of black goop. All of that foul substance he had swallowed had quickly translated into fat it seemed. Oil covered every inch of his body and he wondered whether there even still was any ‘body’ to speak of underneath it all. Escape and revenge were no longer on Brigson’s mind. All that was left was fear of what was to happen next and that endless ticking. It was then that the clockwork box in front of him whirled to life.
    ‘What is it going to do to me now?’ he pondered, shivering as the box hummed with dozens of clicks, ticks, tocks, and other sounds before suddenly stopping.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

It rang louder than ever as he heard the cuckoo shout out once again.
    “Ten O’clock, time to dry off,” came its nasal voice again. The knight could hear a particularly loud tick then as the box split into 2, no 4, no 8 pieces. He watched it with both horror and fascination. The separate parts then started shifting around him and started pressing on different parts of his body. His arms were stretched out, as were his legs and with a few loud ticks, they locked into place. The metal plates seem way too tight around those areas but it seemed like that was not an issue at all. A large helmet-shaped metal plate went over his head then and it too locked into place. The rest of his body was soon covered by different panels as well, finishing off with one that pressed up against his crotch, and quite tightly so.

‘Click, clock, tick, tock’

And just like that, the panels all started moving. His body was molded like liquid, shifting as they compressed different parts of his body into different shapes. His feet were pushed upwards into his body as his head pushed downwards, making him shrink a little bit. His arms and legs were squeezed tightly and were turned slimmer. At the same time he could feel a large panel press against his chest as well as his backside. His fat was instantly pressed inwards and his body seemed to just mold along, as if the fat was never even there. The metal plate on the front shifted a little bit then, creating two spherical indents at chest-height. They were small first but they grew soon enough. The oozing oil that he knew was his flesh now soon filled these two indents. When it stopped growing, they were a respectable pair of D cup breasts that now hung on Brigson’s chest. The alien body parts jiggled in their compartments and he had to admit… that did feel nice. In exchange, his waist area in pushed inwards, providing additional lift to the generously sized boobs. Next up he could feel that the machine was working its way on his hips. These too increased in size, giving the knight an hourglass shape.

‘Clunk’

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdominal area which quickly turned into an almost bliss-like pleasure. A pair of long, thick, hot screws slowly pushed into his pelvis area from both the front as well as the back. His penis provided little to no resistance as it was grinded away into the oily goop and pushed inside of him. The sound of clicks was now intertwined with the sounds of slurps as his crotch was rearranged into a vagina. The pleasure he received from it all caused Brigson to start moaning mentally. It was so great that he didn’t even notice that hundred of tiny panels had been at work on his head. They were pushing his jaw line in, filling out his lips, straining out thousands of long silk like pieces of hair and so on. When all of the molding was finally complete, it was obvious that he had now become a woman. Then the heat came. At first it was just against his groin but then it spread to his feet, his breasts, his face, everywhere. It burned harshly and it stood in stark contrast to the ice cold bath he had received earlier. It seemed that this heating process was actually hardening his oily skin, turning into metal.

‘TING’

Just as soon as it started, the heat was gone, leaving him completely covered in metal and steel. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen when suddenly, the clockwork box that had transformed him opened up with a clank. Brigson was unceremoniously dropped on the floor, his metal body colliding with the metal floor and sending a loud clank through the area. Above him, the clockwork box closed up again and was carried off. Looking down, he could see the face of a cute young girl stare back up at him in the reflection of the smooth metal plate he was standing on. His shiny, pink, metallic body looked gorgeous and he looked at it dumbstruck. The realization hit him that he should be calling himself a she from now on when he checked to make sure that his manhood was indeed gone. She looked like some kind of doll, yet she could still move around even through her steel skin. Her new metallic breasts stood prominently on her chest. They were smooth, perfectly rounded and it seemed as if they defied gravity in their pertness, though that may have been due to the metallic nature of her new skin. The rest of her body too was covered in smooth, cold metallic flesh. Gone were her pimples, blemishes, battle scars, and even her body hair. The smooth steel that was her flesh was polished perfectly and the copper light that shone inside reflected off her. Only on her face and on her shoulders were there grooves where separate metal plates met together.
    She swore that she had shrunken a little bit during the molding process but she looked to be about the same height as before when she was still a man. It was then that she noticed that it was due the fact she had been standing on the tip of her toes all this time. In reality, she was a good head shorter now. Speaking of which, the metallic doll simply couldn’t get over her new petite feminine perfection that was her new head. Her eyes had turned just as pink as the rest of her body, her hair had grown down to her mid back, her cheeks had puffed out. She even had to admit that the two grooves that ran across her cheeks looked quite cute. The admiration of her new body was suddenly interrupted.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

The bells chimed once more, striking eleven times now. She had almost forgotten about her surroundings. The sound of ticking clocks that had terrorised her so earlier on now sounded like music to her ears. Looking around, she noticed that she must have walked back to the massive clock-face on the ground that she was on earlier, where her armor had been stripped off her body. It was incredible to her how much time had passed since she first woke up.
    “Eleven O’clock, time to dress for the day,” the cuckoo bird’s voice sounded again. Unlike earlier though, it sounded friendlier now somehow… still, the metal girl wasn’t sure whether she liked that or not. The small clockwork minions from earlier came back and they were carrying his gear back out. Brigson wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as her old armour was auto-equipped back on. It was very ill-fitting now and it looked ridiculous on her petite body. Her underpants clung loosely against her bulbous posterior. Her platemail pushed upright, squishing her breasts and sending another jolt of excitement through her body. Her helmet hung on her head lopsidedly. None of it felt heavy though since she was made of metal now, which seemed to have amplified her strength by quite a bit. The small clockwork minions seemed to mock her for her silly looks as they surrounded her, their mechanisms chittering and clicking. Unlike before however, much like with the cuckoo bird, it seemed like they were laughing with her now. Finally, they got to work. Tiny needles flickered in-between their fast working gears as they separated into groups, each working on a different armour piece. She watched both in anger and in fascination as one group climbed up on her shoulders and started taking apart her chevalier helmet that had cost her so much into little pieces mere inches from her face and she could do nothing to stop them. Was that because of that screw in the back of her head or because she no longer wanted to? It seemed that they weren’t just senselessly destroying it. Instead, she could feel them weaving some of the pieces together into her long, silky hair, which got pulled up. The minions spun and weaved until all three feet of it was sown into a tight bun on the back if her head. The remainder of the pieces were meanwhile reassembled into a sort of feathered, though metallic wreath that wrapped around her head.
    While this was happening, her boots and leggings were quickly stripped apart and reassembled into something much more tight fitting. It was wrapped around her tighter and tighter until it felt like a second skin. The cold, metallic, silk like fiber seemingly clicked into place but the cold didn’t deter her. In fact, it only felt natural to her now. Her tip toed stance was unswayed by the binding work as if she had been doing so since the day she was born. Only momentarily she found herself hopping, but that was only so that the clockwork minions could work on her shoes. The last vestiges of her toes disappeared under the pale metallic white Pointe Shoes.
    “OUFF,” She breath as her platemail was pulled even tighter around her chest than it already ways, which she thought wasn’t possible. She watched as the machines took the bulky thing apart and molded the pieces into something much more fitting for her new feminine body, becoming a metallic bodice. Her breasts were squeezed into her new bodice, making them seem a bit smaller but they still seemed to have enough jiggle room. It was odd to her that metal could jiggle, yet she wasn’t just any kind of metal.
    ‘Crank Fl-fl-fl-flloooopp,’ she heard as her pants bloomed around her like an umbrella before spreading completely apart, forming a clock like tutu. Each layer of her newest garment was made up of separate, thin, interlaced cogs. It was almost mesmeric to look at as they circled around her waist in a constant, uniform motion, in harmony with the ticking sounds around her. Speaking of which, it seemed that she herself had started moving in that same rhythm as well, becoming more and more in tune with time.
    Each article of her new clothing clicked shut on her body and into each-other. Once it was all connected, the circuit was complete and she could feel a strong current forming through her body. This was amplified by the fact that she could now see orange lines all over her body. The feelings of pleasure from this was incredibly strong to her.

“AAHHHHHHH”

The mechanical doll heard a mellow, metallic yet beautiful voice cry out.

“AAHHHHHHH”

There it was again! And again and again until she realized that it was her own new voice. It was only a few minutes later when the sensations finally died down a little. Looking around, the clockwork minions that had given her so much trouble and had mocked her so much earlier now seemed to cheer her on, as friends.

‘DONG, DONG, DONG’

The bells rang louder than ever before once again, twelve times in a row and shaking the girl out of her thoughts once again.
    “Twelve O’clock, time for history class,” the nasal voice of the cuckoo called out somewhere above her. Her mind was still a little numb from all of the pleasurable sensations from earlier so she wasn’t quite sure of the voice’s origin.
    “History? What is it planning now?” The mechanical doll voiced her thoughts out loud. Now that she actually spoke words, she was able to hear her new voice quite well. It sounded meek and mellow, yet it had a mechanical rasp to it. She had to admit, she liked it... The doll realized then that she was able to move on her own again. Reaching behind her head, she felt for the intruding screw that had been controlling her. It seemed to no longer be there, though she could swear she could still hear it. Her hands moved down her body then in order to examine herself. Just then, a large cog rolled by giving her full view of her new body and clothes. She looked even more gorgeous and elegant than she had thought. Staring at her reflection, she could see that the feathers of her wreath were actually pristine, white wires, elaborately shaped and weaved seamlessly into her hair. In fact, most of her clothing was woven in a similar fashion. The feathers reached downwards into a choker with a clock face hanging at the front. The choker in turn merged directly into the bodice which provided a perfect over head view of her magnificent bosom, revealing just enough to be a tease to anyone taking a look.
    Suddenly the cog stopped and she found herself standing in front of a grandfather clock. It seemed that she had once again moved without her even realizing it as she had followed the rolling cog. The mechanical doll found herself captivated by this grandfather clock for some reason as she couldn’t help but stare at it. She could not look away as the clock was seemingly entering her mind. Was it the clock that was entering her mind? Or was it time itself? The sounds of ticking that had surrounded her all of this time now seemed like it was inside of her head as well. In fact, her irises had transformed to be clockfaces now instead, reflecting the exact time as of this moment. She had built up a connection to time itself now that she didn’t know was even possible up until now. It wasn’t too much longer before her own history started flashing before her eyes.
    Brigson’s childhood was harsh. Being the tenth son meant that he literally had no claim on anything within his already poor family. He had inherited all the bad features from every part of his family. From a squished face to overgrown mangy body hair he found himself with a mug even his mother couldn’t love.
    Seeing these memories made her sad and made a tear of oil form in the corner of her eye, which she quickly wiped off. When the memories ended, dozens of small bells tolled around her followed by the memories being replayed again.
    Bridget’s childhood was easy. Being the tenth daughter of a wealthy family meant that she had little responsibilities. She had been a bit spoiled, but she had still turned into a fine young woman nonetheless. Having inherited her mother’s sexy body and her father’s dashing hair, she was quite popular! Seeing these memories again brought a smile upon her face and made her wonder where that tear from earlier had come from.
    On his 10th birthday, Brigson’s father had sold him as a slave to the soldier’s guild, where he was mistreated. He was often forced to clean up after the other knights and eating mere scraps while learning to fight under hellish drill instructo-

‘RING, RING, RING’

The bells tolled again, interrupting the memory and replaying it again… Now where was she? Ah yes, the dancers guild she had enrolled in was amazing.
    As she went through the memories of her teenage years, Bridget found herself amused by the bells as the cutely rang each time she needed a reminder of another highlight in her life. Like when she had achieved the ballerina elite class or when she had received a DLC for exceptional performance on the dancefloor. Of course, everything changed when she had accidently been transformed into Elegimentis: a being of time. At first, being an elemental scared her but now, her metallic heart throbbed with happiness and pride and she could no longer picture herself being any other way.
    ‘Click Clock,’ the grandfather clock ticked away as Bridget shook her head.
    “Oh my!” she gave a cute, timid shout, her hand gracefully covering her mouth in surprise as she instinctively knew the current time. Of course, when you are a physical embodiment of time itself, that is only a given.
    “Ekkk, I’ll be late!” she said, realizing that she had been daydreaming for almost a full hour. The DLC ceremony was to begin in only five minutes! She hurriedly ran on over to her spot, her graceful paces in perfect harmony with the ticks of her internal clock.
    Arriving at the clockwork shrine, she couldn’t help by smile at the gorgeous, gigantic clockwork beast’s inner clock face. Since she had become an elemental, she had a much deeper appreciation for the intricate workings of clocks like these. The goddess’ creations were always just so sexy Bridget thought, admiring the chiseled metal and uniformly turning gears that the clockwork beast held within itself.

‘DONG’

The bell tolled only once from inside the beast as its front door opened up now. The cuckoo bird came walking in towards her, wearing a suit.
    “One O’clock, time for the ceremony,” it said in a regular voice now. Bridget smiled and nodded but she was surprised when the cuckoo approached her carrying a large, oakwood box as well as a scroll. Just then, Bridget’s body sprung to life. She had been awaiting this moment for a long time already. As the first Elegimentis in a long time, she had dreamed of becoming a priestess of time at this temple and today, that time had finally come. Her body formed the perfect pirouette as she rotated in a circle once, no twice, no ten full times. Her motions were swift, beautifully elegant and also quite dizzying for the untrained eye. When she came to a stop, she knew what had happened. Not only had she been bestowed the title of Prima Ballerina, but her dream had been fulfilled. She was now a guardian of time, and she would protect it for all eternity. Oily tears of joy filled her clock-faced eyes, the black goop streaming down her face but it didn’t matter. She was happy.
    The cuckoo smiled, happy to have been able to guide Bridget to this position. The smile turned sad though as it handed the two items it was carrying over to the time elemental. However, before Bridget could even utter her thanks, the cuckoo shoved her out the door.
    “Hey wait,” the Elegimentis shouted surprised as her metal toes met hard stone floor. looking around, she found herself in what looked like an old treasure room. She recognized it as a room within the temple.

‘TICK, TOCK’

She turned to face the hulking clockwork giant that she had been inside of up until now. Its ticks seemed to be getting softer and softer. It looked like it was smiling at her as the cuckoo inside waved her goodbye. Its job here was done and the telltale trace of divine energy circled the beast. Using the last of its DLC energy, it rang its bells one last time.
    “Zero O’clock, time to say goodbye” the cuckoo said. It gave Bridget a bow, who returned the gesture gracefully. Then, just like that, the beast faded away.
    “Thank you,” was all Bridget could utter as oily tears came running down her face once again. Though she knew that the clocktower only had a limited amount of time here, she simply felt such a strong connection to it. Seeing it go like that was like saying goodbye to her best friend and now that she was alone, her inner clock was the only source of ticking within the ruined temple once again.
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Bridget had been keeping track of time accurately. It had been exactly 6 days, 18 hours, 43 minutes and 19 seconds since Bridget had left the caverns bearing her new titles as Priestess of Time and Prima Ballerina. Since then, she had read the scroll and opened up the box she had received. Inside were five small DLC’s. Somehow, she had instinctively known that the screw was her own as if she had already owned it a long time ago. As such she had installed it at the back of her head, where it clicked with each new tick of her inner clock and each step she took. The other four items, she knew not where to start but she knew what had to be done. The scroll she received only contained five simple words but she knew what they meant.

‘Find those worthy of us.’

“I will,” Bridget reaffirmed the words to herself. Smiling, she waltzed into town. The sun was shining and reflected off her metal body. The birds were chirping and there was a soft breeze. Today was a good day for a DLC.