Lining the walls of this peculiar little shop in downtown Canterlot are many clocks and wildly varying shapes and sizes, and they’re all running at a slightly different time, resulting in discordant ticking as the background noise of this shop. The shelves are lined with all sorts of wind up devices, a few of which are actually in motion in there baskets, which would imply someone was here recently, but the front room is empty, even desk at the back of the room, where a shopkeeper would usually sit, is vacant.
Seemingly out of nowhere a small clockwork bird flutters down from the ceiling, and seconds later a yellow pegasus streaks down after it, out of a trap door on the ceiling that was barely visible before it was opened. “Nonono!” He crashes onto the floor, landing on the bird. “Gotcha!” Standing back up, he looks startled to see someone else there. “Gah! Uh, hello! Welcome to The Clockwork Emporium. I’m Paradox, the owner. What can I help you wi-” A storm of birds, identical to the first one flutter out the still open ceiling hatch and land on the pegasus. “Uggh.” He groans, knocking them onto the floor. “Sorry about… the birds. Some unicorn kid thought it would be a great idea to enchant them and now I can’t get them to stop moving.”