Clockmatic ff pt8

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Clock walked inside, placing his coat on the rack. "Babe, I’m home.” He stated, looking around. The house was a bit of a mess, which made him start to worry. “Animatic...?” He walked over to the living room. Animatic was laying on the couch, looking weak. “Are you okay?” Clock asked. “I drank something I shouldn’t have.” He replied. Clock nodded and grabbed some medicine from the cabinet. “Will this help with anything?” “I guess.” Animatic said. Clock gave him the chewable pills and stood back, giving him space. “...Thank you.” Animatic chirped. “No problem, love.”
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