"RUN FASTER!"
"THEY'RE ON FUCKING BICYCLES"
"WE'RE ALMOST THERE, JUST A BIT LONGER!"
It has been 3 days since Kronii has streamed
Infinity has now gone into chaos, with even the most loyal of clock guards losing hope
Technicians maintaining infrastructure has stopped doing their jobs too, resulting in total loss of power and internet
An archivist's job is never over however. Writers hide away, sending signals to them when their new works are done
CRASH
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST"
A car crashes into the crowd of cyclists.
"JE SUIS LA DERNIÈRE KRONIE!"
"GOSLING!"
"HE'LL BE FINE KEEP GOING"
As they make it to the entrance, the blue hooded Clockman trips.
"GO ON WITHOUT ME!"
"SKELETON NO!"
"FINISH THE ARCHIVE!"
He stretches out his hand, sending a message
HEAD ARCHIVIST PERMISSION TRANSFERRED
WELCOME, SECOND
"Wha-"
The sounds of the crazed bikers gets closer.
"YOU'RE LOOKING MIGHTY SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE ARCHIVEANON"
With a wave of his hand the Kronie locks the door on Second.
Second runs for the archive mainframe, still powered thanks to a backup generator
Tears forming, he submits the new fanfic

"OW"
The lab coated archivist gets bonked on the head by a minecraft trident.
"What the fuck are you writing? We're still fine, do you WANT them to go crazy? Get back to work."