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Somewhere in the ever so infinite expanse of The Backrooms, lies a simple shop. It is the pride and joy of its owner: Entity 95, better known as The Clocksmith. It was late at night, the 23rd hour to be precise. The Clocksmith toiled in his work, tinkering with gears and cogs of devices at his work desk. He was experimenting, running tests to find potential ways of repairing Qui Videt Omnia. However, it had thus far been to no avail. Suddenly, he felt a sensation pull him elsewhere. It was a summoning, and he was obliged to answer. A meeting of the Time Keepers was beginning...

The Time Hall was a glorious and impressive structure, beyond the reach of time and space - beyond The Backrooms. Outside reality itself, perhaps. Gathered within its walls were the Time Keepers, an order of beings dedicated to preserving the timelines throughout all versions of The Backrooms. Their thrones and tables seemingly floating in the air, as if held by the forces of time itself. This was their annual meeting to discuss the matters of their native universes and coordinate plans.

With the striking of the gavel, the meeting had begun, as well as the role call. "Clocksmith! I call forth your presence." Exclaimed a clockwork man, composed of parts not unlike those which The Clocksmith had just been tinkering with moments ago.

"Present..." Clocksmith stated, upon taking his seat.

The clockwork man then turned to his right. "N-£u¥π, I presume is the same?"

A woman made of stars and galaxies gracefully walks towards her seat. "Hello!" she exclaimed, happily stating her presence.

"Hello indeed." The clockwork man replied, as he began the meeting. "Now that we are all here... I suggest we shall start with the status of our timelines. I'm sure they are all near and dear to our hearts."

The woman smiled and nodded. "Indeed, very near and very dear...well, I think Smith should be first to discuss."

The Clocksmith internally sighed as he looked at the others, feeling like the odd one out. “Everything seems functional on my end.” he claimed.

"Hmm, surprising for the mess that your universe normally is, being chaotic and all that nonsense. And you, N-£u¥π? How is your timeline functioning?"

The woman smiled warmly. "Unlike Clocksmith, mine is not so chaotic, though it has certainly become ever-desolate. Things are quiet, though...too quiet. And how about yourself?" She said enthusiastically.

"Ahh! Well, thank you for asking. My web of a mess has been a pain in the gears as usual. Hard to keep it all nice and linear in an non-linear world. Things always get out of the hands of time, if you will."

The Clocksmith could not help but crack a smile towards the clockwork man's expression. “That was a well-timed joke.”' He said with a smirk on his face.

"Ha..." replied the clockwork man, in an almost sarcastic monotone voice. The woman made of stars stifled a snicker. Though, despite this, there seemed to be an invisible tension lingering in the air. A concern they all shared amongst themselves, but did not yet mention. The clockwork man took on a more serious composure. "Well, I feel as if now is the time to mention the real elephant in the room. The true reason why you were all called here today."

The woman's smile faded, though it still struggled to remain. "Yes, I feel the same. I have seen ill omens. The path of my timeline does not seem to bode well. In fact, it seems as if it is soon to...split. Fracture, if you may."

With this, The Clocksmith realized the nature of the situation, and a faint worry crept into his mind. realizes things may not be as peaceful as they seem. “I concur. Things have become slightly more… random here, even after accounting for fluctuations.” he said.

"I'm afraid it is the sad truth of our... broken realties. Me and Father Time have found that your timelines in particular have been slowly leaking into ours. Grasping at all the ropes it has left, which is coincidentally mine. I know it is not us at fault here, far from it. However, I wonder what all of you think about this realization."

The Clocksmith looked down briefly, before looking back up at the others. “I fear that somebody’s attempting to mess with time. This was inevitable — bound to happen sooner or later.”

The woman of stars was silent for a moment, then looking at the clockwork man. "I am unsure of the significance of this event...but I think we may know who is involved. I have observed one being in particular as the one nexus point shared in common between all split fragments. And I am sure he may be familiar."

The clockwork man looked back at all of them as the realization dawned. "I see, I see. Isn't there a erm... a Keymaster held within The Nexus?"

The woman sighed. "Indeed. I don't know how he will effect my timeline, but considering that he has been involved with the forecast of yours, and Clocksmith's as well, I have reason to believe a bigger scheme may be at play." she worried.

The man of gears looked down in deep thought, before looking back at the others. "I for one am clueless as to what to attempt. This is even something The Conductor himself cannot fix. This is why we all must put our creative minds together to create a plan. So... where shall we start?" He eagerly asked. Everyone seemed silent, unsure of what to do. Despite the overall agreement to act upon the situation, nobody seemed to be volunteering. "Well, we all agreed to come up with something isn't that right? We cannot run around like headless chickens. We must assist this immediately by the clock. Tick, tick..." The clockwork man stated ominously as he stared at the others with a disappointed look.

"Well, I feel This Keymaster fellow has not yet seemed to have approached any of us yet. So, when he does, we approach the situation with caution. How we deal with him will determine the stability of possibly the multiverse itself. Not just our own timelines." The woman grinned widely, almost unsettlingly, at her sudden realization.

The Clocksmith turned to the woman of stars and asked, “What makes you think he’ll approach us?”

The woman giggled as she stated, "He is at the center of this possible calamity. This calamity relates to time. We are the keepers of time. A matter of simple deduction, sir."

Ahh, right." The Clocksmith chuckled.

"Mmm, not bad." The clockwork man commented with a smirk, to which the woman giggled. "Thanks."

The Clocksmith, worried that this plan may go wrong, replied with another question. “Do you expect hostility?” he asked, crossing his arms.

The woman leaned down to the table, placing her head in her hands. "Mmm, I am not sure...that man is a real wild card. unpredictable in nature. Regardless, we should be prepared for any event, and respond accordingly."

The Clocksmith raised his eyebrow, as he knew not to take The Keymaster lightly. “I suggest we not underestimate his power.”

"Yes yes, caution at all times shall be well agreed upon." The clockwork man snapped, seeming to become impatient.

The woman nodded. "I am in agreement." The Clocksmith remained silent, leaning back against his floating chair.

"Well then..." The man of gears groaned as he proceeded to stand from his seat, floating in the courtroom. "With that in mind, once he does approach us, we will then have him answer his wrongs, and fix this mess before time-y whime-y shenanigans start to commence forth." He began to walk away from the council, believing the meeting to have concluded and everything having been said.

The Clocksmith, however, knew that he could not let this meeting go unfinished without saying what he needed to say. He saw the writing on the wall, it was best to tell everyone. He sighed in disappointment, as he spoke. “I’m afraid those shenanigans have already begun.”

The woman nodded in agreement. "Indeed. As for my personal course of action, I may possibly consider...neutralizing him. Before matters get too out of hand for my timeline."

"Well, let's not get too far with our morals, but if absolutely necessary, I do not see a problem with such actions." The man of gears was quick to reply, concerned by the woman's sentiment.

The Clocksmith agreed with him. “I do not believe neutralizing him is… possible.”

The man of gears sat back in his chair, floating in the ever so timeless courtroom. "You may be right. If so, then we have a much larger issue on our hands."

The woman looked to the clockwork man, worried about the safety of her timeline. "I know you tend to be judgmental of my decisions at times, G#@&%, but you must understand that my version is a ticking time bomb. Even if he does not pose a threat to the timeline, he could collapse beneath his own unstable power and destroy my Backrooms."

The clockwork man turned towards the starry woman. "I assume there are ways around this? Hmm?" He looked at her, tapping his metallic wooden fingers on the table.

"Perhaps..." she conceded, looking down. She then looks back at The Clocksmith, replying to his earlier statement. "Nobody is truly immortal, Clocksmith...not even ourselves. If we can die, then so too can this Keymaster."

The Clocksmith looked back at the woman made from stars, and slowly replied, “I still would not condone neutralizing him even if we could. This would, by itself, cause major issues in the timeline.

The clockwork man grew impatient. "May I remind you two that this is only if it is our best option. If these Keymasters are open to reason, then we would have a much easier, and less of an unmoral experience."

Disappointed, the woman replied, "Perhaps, but we will all have great difficulty in taking the long route."

"I suppose so..." The man of gears for a moment, before coming to a realization as he looked towards The Clocksmith. "Clocksmith! How does your Keymaster behave exactly?"

The Clocksmith paused for a moment. “Not aggressively, I’ll say.”

“Regardless, I know from experience just how quickly a ripe apple goes rotten” the woman stated bitterly.

The man of gears scratched his clockwork head. "Hmm, if we could all handle this properly, we should succeed without issue, correct?"

The woman turned to him with a worried, but acceptive look. "I guess." she sighed.

The clockwork man stood from his seat once more, eager to return to his machines. "So... are we all in agreement for our course of action?"

Reluctantly, the woman of stars nodded. "Yes.".

The clockwork man turned and stared at The Clocksmith, who nodded. “Yes. I accept.”.

"Very well then." The man of gears states enthusiastically. "When I call our next meeting, I would like to see progress. You know how I am when I am disappointed... You know how Father Time is when he is disappointed."

"Indeed." said the woman, wincing at the implications.

"Well... tick tock... We are running out of time."


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The original authors of this entry are Stretchster, Mctoran and SkyCityXD3

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