No, this is not based on the movie. The movie sucks, no offense to those fans out there. The movie seriously sucked, and I'm not just referring to the early CGI effects.  I'm talking about the plot of the entire movie.  Yes, I have read the modified book and summary of Beowulf and I am sure as fuck that Beowulf didn't fuck Grendel's mamma in the book. Heck, he decapitated her. Also, Beowulf is from Sweden and is King of the Geats in the end. He's not a Dane, he's a Swede. Geats are from the southern parts of Sweden. Totally not a part of Denmark. Beowulf went to Denmark because they asked him for help.
Directors and producers, get your facts straight.

-Pumpkin

She was bored.

Very bored.

She stared at the wooden lollipop that swayed side to side as the clock, it was attached to, ticked and tocked.

The clock was her design while working in this shop. Her friends owned a clock shop together somewhere in Denmark and decided to hire her for the meantime. She didn't mind the loud sounds of sirens for the testing, or the constant blabbering of her other friends on the answering machine. The nice life she had was quiet and relaxing. No matter how crazy her friends were, she had a quiet and relaxing life.

From the crazy mornings to the late night drinking, she's happy. Though, sometimes, she thinks that this life was too boring. Too plain, too cliché. There was no excitement, except for the time she saw Lukas and Emil wasted together near the borders of Germany. Nothing else was exciting. The world would just keep spinning even with the plainness around. With or without, it will just keep spinning.

She started to think about it. The ticking and tocking around gave her a vibe of something logically or philosophical.

What if I was kidnapper by some Mafia out of nowhere? She started to wonder of to the dangerous fantasies in her head. Falling in love like some burlesque performer in a book sounds tempting... I could just imagine the adventure and sex in that. She giggled.

What about getting abducted by aliens? What if I get into some horrible accident and- yikes! Too much! She shook her head from the bad thoughts. Hmmm, falling in love with a friend, specifically some childhood friend, is too cliché. I wish my life would be like those people in the books, shows, anime, and movies...

She sighed dreamily and continued staring at the clock. Her thoughts suddenly came to a thought.

What if I was a Time Lord without knowing it? Or Time Lady-whatever. She looked at the TARDIS clock she designed last year along with the Dalek one.

"Ugh, what am I even doing?" She banged her head on the spruce counter and groaned. "I should be thinking about my college funds dammit."

The sound of the small, silver, angel bell rung. She sighed and looked up with the despaired look on her face still there. Her eyes lit up as she saw the person who just came in. A child-like smile crept up on her face.

The man who just came in was a friend of hers. She knew him well. Those intimidating ice blue eyes under his thin-framed glasses and the short unkept hair, it was no mistake that it was Berwald.

"Are you making more clocks today, Ber?" She asked him excitedly.

No matter how intimidating Berwald was, his scary vibe wouldn't rub on her. To her, he wasn't scary. It's all just from the height and his looks. Scary, but handsome.

"Hm." He grunted in response.

Sometimes, she likes to think Berwald as her own small Nancy Drew mystery. He was a man of a few words after all. Full of signature one-liners and all of that. Her eyes would spark up with curiosity if he's ever mentioned or around.

She landed on her feet as she hopped off the stool she sat on. She followed him to the back of the shop where they all make the clocks.

It was a dark and dusty area with only a lightbulb to light up the work space.

"Matthias said that he'll be adding more lights in here." She tried to spark a conversation.

Again, he grunted in response. Annoying, but she found it fascinating. It just sparked up her curiosity more.

He pulled up a stool and sat down. He started to work on the clock he was working on the last time he entered the shop.

"I'll look for some of the other things you need."

"Go ahead." His rough accent made her smile.

She started to look around the dark areas with her phone as the only light source she had. She would do this kind of thing everyday, but she was always alone in the shop. Hearing the clocks and waiting for customers. This was her chance to actually explore the area.

"Area unlocked: Storage Room." She whispered excitedly.

There were boxes everywhere full of broken clocks, extra parts, toys, photos, vinyl records (probably Tino's or Lukas'), and many more. There were even boxes filled with some paper work and, weirdly, old parchments. She rose her eyebrows with astonishment in her eyes as she grabbed one of the papers.

She couldn't read most of it. It was written with beautiful calligraphy that it could've been centuries old. Heck, it did look centuries old. The parchment looked like it was about to rip.

"Kalmarunionen?" Her hushed tone was accompanied by the sound of excitement. "I knew that these guys were keeping some crazy shit in here, but what does history have to do anything with it?"

She placed the parchment back to its original place and ventured into the room further. She shone her phone everywhere. There was armor everywhere, even on the floor. She almost stepped on a bear trap. The deeper she went in, the excitement thrilled her.

She found a box full of photos and even some portraits. One of the photos was in some diner. The date was unbelievable though.

1963?! Curiosity never left her.

The photo had the five of her friends with a man, she didn't recognize, all smiling together like old buddies. She found it funny that they were all blondes and rare to see three certain blondes smiling, but it didn't mind her. The people on the photo were her friends and this photo was taken decades before.

She placed the picture back and grabbed one of the portraits. She ended up grabbing one that was rolled up. She rolled it open to show the tapestry of three boys. She shone the light on each boy. Each one was familiar.

She stared at the boy on the right side of the one in red. Carefully, she stared at the picture.

Art is alive, no matter what... Thanks mom for making this scary... She sneezed and looked at the tapestry again.

Old, but it's in good condition. Someone's been taking care of it carefully. Restoring it a bit from time to time, but with the exact same materials.

She eyed on the boy closely in the eye. Until she heard a voice.

"(Y/n)."

"The fuck?" She swore out loud looking at the boy. "Did you just- what?"

"(Y/n)!" It took her a few minutes to realize that it was Berwald calling her.

And I thought the tapestry was talking... Ugh. She shook her head and stood up, only to hit a random plank above her head.

"Shit!" (Y/n) cursed aloud and leaned against the shelves on the opposite side.

Out of nowhere a box toppled over. A broken clock rolled out and started to ring out loudly with the sound of a cuckoo clock coming from somewhere. The strangest thing that happened to her next was that she could hear multiple clocks all around.

"(Y/n)!"

"Berwald! Help!" (Y/n) cried as she started to ball up, covering her ears.

It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts! Make it stop! Berwald! Help!

"Help me!" Her voice echoed.

The next thing she knew, she was already rolling over on grass with a large bell ringing from the distance. The moment she realized that she was somewhere else, she got up and gaped her mouth open.

"What the-"

"(Y/n)." She turned around to see Berwald.

The only difference was that he was wearing armor.

"Ber, what is this place?" (Y/n) asked him with a tone in the mixture of excitement and fear.

"The reason why I told Matthias not to keep the clock Gilbert gave him." Berwald sighed and looked at her.

"What?" She remembered the cuckoo clock that fell out of the box. "Y-You mean the cuckoo clock? How can a regular clock..." Her words trailed off as she remembered the tapestry.

She looked at Berwald and compared the tapestry to him.

"You're.... You're the boy..." Her words were in a soft whisper. "The boy in the tapestry."

"You've stumbled across it?" Berwald almost looked shocked.

"So, you're-" She breathed in heavily and exhaled. "You're immortal, I'm guessing... There's no way that you could still look like yourself in the 1960s."

He looked down. He looked different without his glasses and how he dressed in armor. He looked more intimidating and younger, yet he was still the same guy she knew.

"Tell me everything," (Y/n) said, "I want to hear this story."

He sighed.

"I was Beowulf."

Writing start: Somewhere around 2 p.m
Writing ended: 4:16 p.m

Bullshit.

Also I would like to apologize for not updating in two months. I finally started reading Harry Potter, and yes people, I know who's gonna die and live, and I've been dragged back to Youtube hell.... As you can see, my profile is Jacksepticeye and Markiplier. Thanks Andy. I appreciate for dragging me back to hell.
Anyways, I just wanted to update shit and try to take a nap, but I don't really want to.
Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin