9 Musical: The Triclops of Notre Dame

Chapter 1: Free as a Butterfly, Out There.

( After the morning bells chimed for the morning, a figure hops down from his position and trots over to the balcony that looks out to the wastelands and down at the expanding city below.  This figure, a Stitchpunk with to small optics on the side of his face and a normal sized optic on the left, two toned fabric making up his face, a mahogany poncho covering his upper body, and two mismatched forarms.  Epsilon À Moitié Formé, or simply Epsilon, removes the makeshift earmuffs from his audio receptors and leans over the balcony to take in the morning air.  He looks down at the city square to see the people walking about.)

[Epsilon sighs and speaks:]
Good morning scouts, I hope you find some great treasures for the city today.  Good morning traders and buyers, may all of you have a fantastic day.

(He turns to his right and sees a marvelous site. There attached to the exposed wall was a chrysalis that belongs to his caterpillar friend, only to see an opened chrysalis and a Butterfly sitting on it.  Epsilon smiles at the site; his caterpillar friend who he had named "Wonderer" had transformed into a beautiful Blue Gossamer Butterfly.)

[Epsilon speaks:]
Hello Wonderer!  I'm so happy to see you again, especially now that you have hatched.  Your wings are so beautiful, and they look dry enough for you to fly with.

(Wonderer glides down to the guardrail.  Epsilon joins her to see the greenish turquoise sky before them.  He turns to see Wonderer flapping her wing, he gives her a sad smile as he knows what she's preparing for.)

[Epsilon speaks:]
You know, if I had wings like yours, I would fly to the forest in the far west.  I'd fly until my wings couldn't carry me anymore, and perhaps... perhaps I could find a friend like you... One who wouldn't be afraid of me.

(Wonderer leaps from the guardrail and flies.  Epsilon looks on in joy and sadness as his butterfly friend flies away, far from the cathedral... far from him.
Saddened, Epsilon walks inside and makes his way to his work station where he has a wooden replica of the cathedral and the city he had carved over the years.  He slumps down on his thread spoll chair, picks up the figurine of the clothin store's owner, picks up his paint brush and dips in into the turquoise paint he was given last year, and begins to paint the shop owner's dress.)

(On the left of him, out of the corner of Epsilon's optic, stood a granite statue of one of the Originals created by the long extinct humans.  This statue is of the Originals, Beta, and it's... not, she's walking towards him. 
The Beta statue, or just simply "Beta" sits next to Epsilon, smiling at the boy.)

[Beta speaks:]
Good morning Epsilon.  Why the long face?  You're usually happy in the mornings.

[Epsilon sighs:]
Wonderer left.  She hatched into a butterfly and flew away.

(Beta's own smile vinnishes, and places a hand on Epsilon's back just has he places the figurine back on the table.)

[Beta speaks:]
It's not just that, is it?