-- ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, I CAN'T STAND IT!
A man with his heart beating rapidly, his eyes clearly showing that he has been through something terrible, looks at the watch on his arm and says:
-- LEAVE ME ALONE! I CAN'T STAND IT!
The frightened man puts his arm on the table and looks at the clock with his eyes rolling. Then he quickly turns his head to the toolbox next to the desk. In a rush, as if he could die at any moment, he reaches into the toolbox with his left hand. He takes out a heavy wrench and desperately tries to strike the clock in his right hand. Each time the wrench touches the clock, his arm stops as if it is being checked. He tries again and again. Finally, he lets go of the key by banging it hard on the table and tries to dismantle the clock by hand. Although he has tried this before, desperation overrides reason as usual. He begins to think that he will never be able to get the watch off and he slams both hands down hard on the table, so hard that the bottom of the table collapses with a loud thud. With tears coming out of his eyes and a tearful voice:
-- I- how am I going to get out of this. It's like there's no way. It's like -- it's like I'm cursed to be tormented until my death. If I want to commit suicide I am prevented, if I want to be killed I cannot be killed, if I want to be saved (sobbing) I cannot be saved.
The man stares hopelessly at the ground for a while and closes his eyes in thought. As he cries, he quickly opens his eyes as he suddenly feels his arm feel lighter. He notices a small gap at the bottom of the watch in his right hand, realizes immediately that this is an opportunity, rushes to the iron cutting machine, turns it on, and without even thinking about the possibility of his arm being severed, glues the watch band to the rotating blades of the machine. Even though the watch band looks like leather, when it touches the blades of the machine, sparks fly all around. After the sparks fill the room for a while, the watchband starts to crackle:
-- COME ON, COME ON, WE'RE ALMOST THERE, HANG ON A LITTLE LONGER!
As the man presses the watch even harder against the machine, the machine's blade breaks off and it crashes against the wall and falls to the floor. The man throws himself to the ground and holds his head with his hands. As he watches the broken blade of the machine spin, he looks in the mirror at the watch on his right arm:
-- It's almost broken!
There are many scratches on the watch's band, as well as a cut in half that looks as if it is about to break, and a cut section that looks as if strings are sprouting out of it:
-- I must break it off before the watch repairs itself again.
He picks up the blowtorch lying at the ready on the edge of the worktable and, holding it to the part of the cord that is about to tear, pulls the trigger:
-- Normally welding would never work, but now it seems that somehow the protection has collapsed, so maybe it will work now.
The man is so excited to start the welding machine that he forgets to put on his safety goggles. After welding for a while, his arm suddenly disengages with a breaking sound and there is a loud crash. The man's arm is not even scratched, despite the fact that he was using the iron cutter and the welder on his arm. he looks down at the upturned watch on the floor and says:
-- I'm saved. I'm saved (breathless with excitement) I'M SAVED! I'M FINALLY SAVED FROM THIS PAIN!
Not wasting a second, the man quickly goes to the desk and picks up the wrench again. He holds the wrench in both hands and takes a deep breath, putting all his strength into his arms. Then, shouting, he strikes the clock repeatedly at full speed. Each time he sees the wrench hit the clock and the clock jump and fall again, he becomes more and more motivated to hit it. Each time he strikes, he feels more and more exhilarated. Finally, when he feels satisfied, he hits the clock with the stick on the side. The effect is that the clock hits the wall and falls to the side of the room:
-- Finally. It's over. I think I should get as far away as possible before the clock comes back to him so that he can find someone new.
The man prepares to run away, with what he thinks is a reasonable plan in mind. Just as he is about to take a step, the clock on the floor at the edge of the room straightens itself and slowly lifts into the air. The man trying to escape freezes when he sees this. He wants to move, he tries to move, but his foot cannot move. It is as if all his nerves and tendons are rebelling against his brain. With eyes full of fear, he looks desperately at the clock, which has turned toward him and is completely lifted into the air. Behind the shattered glass screen of the clock, the hour and minute hands are spinning incomprehensibly fast:
-- No, not again.
The watch's shattered glass is quickly restored and the broken cord sews itself back together. Seeing this, the man tucks his right and left arm into his suit and tries his best to prevent the watch from settling on his arm. Meanwhile, a notification sound fills the room. A notification message appears on the watch screen in large enough letters for the man to see. Then the voice message plays.
[SITUATION DEVELOPING]
[The Main Owner's connection to the Watch has been restored after a long time.]
[The owner of the Watch sent a notification message to the unregistered temporary user. Message Opens Forced:]
Hello. I hope you had fun with this watch. Your name was Kaim, if I remember correctly. Honestly, I was troubled for a while because of you. I saw from the window of the clock that there were times when you tried to kill yourself because you couldn't stand the pain, so I decided to change your punishment, thinking that death would be a reward for you. I wish you good luck and success in your life. Love INDIREK
[Initiating Clock Return to Main Owner Protocol.]
[Penalty: 1.5% of the Interdimensional Clock's Power will be Copied to the Unregistered Temporary User].
After the end of the voice message, the watch quickly clings to the man's arm, causing the flat circuit icon to cover his arm.
The man quickly opens his eyes and straightens up. He puts his hand to his head and looks around:
-- What just happened?
His eyes widen in fear and he thinks of the last thing that happened to him. he quickly checks his arm. He sighs deeply when he realizes there is no watch on his wrist:
-- Am I saved? Something must have happened. Last time that thing on the watch was talking about some kind of punishment. That guy! But whatever. Everything seems to be all right now. Maybe he tried to put the watch on my arm and failed. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that sounds very likely.
The man happily gets up, shakes off his clothes, and with a sweet smile on his face and with the joy of reaching the freedom he has been longing for, he opens the door and goes out. But there is a problem:
-- What? What is this?
The city is not the same. Everything is completely different, all the buildings, the houses, the roads, everything is different, not only the shapes but also the shades of colors are completely different:
-- Why do my fingers seem sharper, why does everything seem sharper, why does everything seem sharper, have my eyesight gone bad? Maybe because of the clock, my home has been moved to another city and my eyesight has deteriorated and that's why things look so different.
Trying to rationalize the situation, the man turns his head towards his house and pauses again:
-- What? This is not my house!
The man quickly opens the door again and looks inside. It is his house, but the outside is completely different. As he tries to comprehend the situation, he seems to panic, but since he has been through a few things like this before, he tries to pull himself together:
-- I don't think I'm in my own world right now, but that's okay. I can adapt to this place, it seems very livable. But I still can't understand why things look so different. If there was something wrong with my eyes I would feel it.
As the man closes and opens his eyes, something that should never happen happens. The surroundings change again. All the buildings, the roads, the looks, the shapes, and even the outside and inside of his own house:
-- ?
-- You can't be serious. No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
When the man sees what is happening, he turns his head from side to side in panic, holding his eyelids so as not to close his eyes. This is nothing but bitter despair. Everything seems softer and more plastic in color this time:
-- No, no, no, no, no, no! This can't happen, this can't happen again. WHY WHY WHY WHY ALWAYS ME WHY WHY!?
The man blinks again and the whole city changes again, the roads, shapes, colors, tones and forms. The man then angrily clenches himself in place as if preparing to unleash the hatred that has been built into him, and stretches his arms out as far as he can on both sides, lifts his head up with his eyes closed, and opens his mouth as wide as he can and exclaims:
-- AGAIN!?