Battle Human Misadventure 2: Clocktor Who

Prologue

Last time we saw Sylvia Daisy Jones, she had just commandeered a “Coin Operated Recovery Center” from her long time adversary, Axe Welsh. After trying and failing to recover him, she spent the next four weeks trying to discover how the machine worked, wondering what made this technology work as it did. She pretty much did nothing else during this time, becoming obsessed in trying to figure out what made these recovery machines tick. Her hair tie Baubles, Yellow and Blue, basically became her caretakers throughout this entire ordeal, getting her stuff and making sure she was at the very least taking care of herself. Apparently, this is not the first time this has happened.

Four Weeks Later…

Sylvia Daisy Jones is in the mansion, in one of the rooms. Books, tools and miscellaneous other things are scattered messily all over.

: Whew, that took a while, but I think I’ve figured out how these machines work. And they’re terrifying!

Sylvia has made a diagram of how recovery centers work, with misc notes and drawings of various components scribbled throughout.

Look out through the window.

Sylvia looks through the window of the mansion room she has been residing in, and sees the vegetation that has just sprouted everywhere.

: Wait… exactly how long has it been? It’s only been a few weeks, right? What the hell…

This is what freaks me out about this world… the ability to play god like this, changing the world so fast, being able to bring the dead back to life… it really doesn’t sit right with me..

look through the books.

Who even made these recovery centers to begin with…?

Sylvia looks through a book titled “Recovery Centers: A complete history."

:Jacqueline Jellify huh? Weird name. I wish I could see how she came up with the idea…

Clock Scratch bursts into the room

: Then let’s go see her!

: Wait whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!

Clock scratch has just taken Sylvia back in time through a time vortex. However, Yellow and Blue Bauble were left behind.

Get taken back to the past.

Sylvia and clock scratch are ejected from the time vortex with force right outside an apartment block.

: oof… Clock Scratch, where the hell are we????

: we’re in the past, right as Miss Jellify is about to invent the recovery center! Isn’t that cool?

: What?? We travelled in time? Clock Scratch, you’re insane! We shouldn’t be here!! Take me back this insta-

Before Sylvia could finish, clock scratch dragged her inside the apartment building, up to Jacqueline Jellify’s Residence.

Become Jacqueline Jellify.

You are in the POV of self-proclaimed world-renowned inventor Jacqueline Jellify. You are at your study desk, trying and failing to come up with a new invention that will change the world.

Complain.

JJ: Ugh! This is hopeless! I’ll never come up with a new invention at this rate!

JJ:If only someone could come to my door and give me inspiration…

Hear arguing outside your apartment.

JJ:Huh? What’s going on there?

Answer the door.

Jacqueline answers the door. Outside are Sylvia and Clock scratch arguing incoherently

JJ: um… can I help you two?

The pair turn to face the door. Sylvia is scowling while Clock scratch is smiling innocently.

JJ: What’s up with your eyes?

: Don’t worry about that! just take this!

clock scratch grabs Sylvia’s recovery center diagram from her pocket.

: Hey! What are you doing with that?!

Before Sylvia could do anything Clock Scratch throws the diagram at Jacqueline and slams the door. Sylvia can be heard shouting when a bright flash can be seen around the doorframe.

JJ: What the hell was that? And what the hell is this?!

Sylvia Daisy Jones: Contemplate what just happened.

Sylvia and Clock Scratch have just returned from the past. They have been ejected right outside the mansion, Sylvia is dizzy from the time travel.

: What the hell just happened?! Did we just… oh no.

: I've created a paradox, haven’t I? This day cannot get any worse.

Day: Get worse.

you are the day. you decide to get worse by being very stormy and miserable, making everyone here feel worse. you just couldn't help yourself, could you?

SDJ: go back indoors.

Sylvia reenters the Mansion and goes back to the room she had been working in. The coin operated recovery center has imploded. her baubles are still on the table.

: Yellow, Blue? what the hell happened here?

the baubles look away, embarrassed. they clearly have something to do with the machine implsion, but their inability to talk gives nothing away.

I really need to keep a better eye on you guys...

Extract from Recovery Centers: A complete history.

The Words on the book have changed from what they were previously, thanks to Clock Scratch and Sylvia Daisy Jones' meddling in the past.

The Invention of the recovery center was Initially attributed to inventor Jacqueline Jellify. For many years, she enjoyed major profits from selling the technology, Making her one of the most prolific members of Society.

However, this was not deemed to last, as it soon came to light that the inital concepts for the recovery center were not her own. After a long legal battle, she lost all of the rights and trademark to the Recovery Center concept. as the true creator could not be found, the designs officially entered the public domain. this allowed the Recovery center, once a tool only for the richest in society, became cheap to make widespread, saving an estimated 1 billion lives that otherwise would have perished. it has long been considered the greatest invention to exist in the known universe.