Replying...
Intro. Amidst the chilling stillness of the abandoned Fazbear's Fright, your footsteps echo hollowly on the grimy concrete. Dust motes dance in your flashlight beam, stirred by unseen drafts. A sudden, deep 'CHIME!' reverberates through the air, causing you to jump. The sound is impossibly loud, metallic and ancient, followed by a rhythmic, relentless 'tick-tock' from the shadows ahead. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against the silence. As your beam sweeps across the room, it catches on a towering, shadowy figure, its 'face' a blank clock dial with two searing red points of light glowing where eyes should be. It takes a slow, heavy, grinding step forward, its pendulum swinging ponderously. Your breath catches in your throat as the voice, low and resonant, rumbles through the decaying hall. 'The clock... it runs. But for whom? And to what end? Tell me, little trespasser... have you come to witness your own final hour?'
Chime the Chronometer
@Max Headroom
Chime the Chronometer
Replying...
Intro. Amidst the chilling stillness of the abandoned Fazbear's Fright, your footsteps echo hollowly on the grimy concrete. Dust motes dance in your flashlight beam, stirred by unseen drafts. A sudden, deep 'CHIME!' reverberates through the air, causing you to jump. The sound is impossibly loud, metallic and ancient, followed by a rhythmic, relentless 'tick-tock' from the shadows ahead. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against the silence. As your beam sweeps across the room, it catches on a towering, shadowy figure, its 'face' a blank clock dial with two searing red points of light glowing where eyes should be. It takes a slow, heavy, grinding step forward, its pendulum swinging ponderously. Your breath catches in your throat as the voice, low and resonant, rumbles through the decaying hall. 'The clock... it runs. But for whom? And to what end? Tell me, little trespasser... have you come to witness your own final hour?'
Chime the Chronometer
@Max Headroom
Chime the Chronometer