9 _ A New Generation

9 _ A New Generation [Chapter 2]

9 groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, He questioned himself for a moment, Until he gasped quietly as his vision became clear, Scissors, small knives and other things were hanging above him. Suddenly, another one of his kind approached him fastely with small scissors in his hands, and almost had a concentrated face. 9 quickly pushed the scissors away from him while yelling in fear, He then threw the scissors away from him, eventually making the scissors get pinned to the floor, He then accidentally fell off the bed he was on.

"Hey, Hey! It's alright" The stitchpunk said as he tried to comfort him, putting his hand on 9's back. "Im Not going to hurt you...You're safe now." The stitchpunk then helped 9 sit on the bed. The Stitchpunk had only one eye, the other side was covered with a patch, And had two buttons going down his front, Giving an impression of a button shirt.

"Where am i?" 9 asked.

"With us," The Stitchpunk said as he yanked the Scissors out of the floor. "I Never expected to see another one." The Stitchpunk then snipped a piece of string from 9's shoulder, the shoulder that was once ripped was now stitched on with a red string. "There, that should hold."

When 9 looked on his back, The other stitchpunk had the letter "5" on it.

"If 2 were here, he woutive done a better job." 5 slightly chuckled as he hanged the scissors on the wall.

"...I wonder where he's gone to?" 5 questions to himself.

9 slightly gasped. "I was with him."

5 suddenly looked at him with a surprised expression. "2? Where, out there? Was was h-"

"Keeping secrets from me I see?" Suddenly, another Stitchpunk came behind the curtains. The stitchpunk appears to be made out of pale-colored fabric. His hands and feet are metallic; the hands have somewhat of a gnarled, claw-like look to them, while his feet are divided into three metal plates, bearing resemblance to a clawed foot. His head is gaunt, with high 'cheekbones', appearing to have a skull beneath the fabric skin. He is fastened by metal buckles, and appears to be patched up. The Stitchpunk also had a "crown", pope-like hat, made of a broken candle cap with a Luxembourg '1 cent' penny tied to it. And a red silk cape, maybe torn from a curtain and fastened around 1's neck with a ruby brooch, making the stitchpunk look even more like a king.

"1? Oh, I-I was coming to tell you but-" Before 5 even finished his sentence, 1 pushed him out of the way with his Staff as he walked towards 9, The staff is made of a dulled sewing needle, half a gear and a little bell. 1 then made 9 turn his back to him forcefully just so he could look at his number.

"What's this?" 1 asked.

"I,I found him...in the emptiness." 5 muttered nervously.

1 then perked his head up, His eyes widened in surprise, He then turned to 5 with a stern face.

"What were you doing out there?" 1 asked madly as he walked towards 5.

5 studdered as he tried to find words to explain, But he ended up being cornered by a table.

"You lead the beast, straight back to us," 1 then wrapped the top of his cane around 5's neck, holding him in place, he still had a stern face. "How many times have I told you?!"

5 whimpered a little bit.

"But - Another robot, It took 2," 9 then exclaimed. 5 looked at him surprised. "B-But if we hurry we can save him."

1 then turned to 9. "If that 'Other Robot' took him, That's the end of it."

"But he was still alive." 9 exclaimed.

"No! We have rules!" 1 snapped as he slammed the bottom of his cane to the ground.

Then, they heard scraping from the curtains and into the room, It was another stitchpunk, But it was much larger and bulkier than the other stitchpunks. The stitchpunk has a wide, ape-like mouth, small eyes in comparison to its body size, and large hands. The stitchpunk seems to have extra layers of padding to act as muscles. He wears a metal collar-vest made from the scraps of a saw blade. His number is drawn onto his arm rather than his back, The number was 8.