STITCHPUNKS ONESHOTS! (Requests Closed)

6 X Fem! Stitch! Reader

Requested by Netheris
You're more or less of a comforting friend when nobody else in the sanctuary listened to the mentally unstable stitchpunk.
6 could be heard in his room slightly sounding like he's in distress.
You've glanced over a few times, only for 1 to tell you to just leave him be as it's just him and his useless and meaningless visions.
As 1 continued to lecture over the arts of whatever he was talking about to you, you couldn't help, but wonder if 6 is actually alright.
The tension was just getting to you.
"I'm sorry, 1 but i really need to go somewhere." You interrupted,
1 didn't just looked to you in dismay and huffed, "if you must. Go then" he waved you away."

You nodded your head slightly and ran off.

You found 6 cowering in his room clutching at the tufts of his Ink- stained, yarn hair.
He whimpered and whispered to himself as he kept himself in a corner.
Where from your point of view, he had surrounded himself in piles of his drawings that you've yet to decipher or understand.
All 6 could say to answer your question is one word, "The source."
Whatever that is. He's obsessed with it, and nobody understands or nobody cares to.

"6, it's me (y/n)," You called in a soft voice to try and not startle the already timid stitchpunk.
6 looked from his spot and scrambled to his feet, and ran over to you.
There was a big impact when he bumped into you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"Oof. What's the matter, 6?" You ask, still using your soothing voice, but making sure to not talk to him like a mother would to a small child.
He didn't respond to your question, which was normal and asking questions to the visonary is usually a useless task if you didn't understand the visionary art.
He cried quietly into your waist and you stood there slightly saddened yourself and ran your copper fingers through his yarn hair as his wept.
"Everything is going to be alright." You comforted, " (y/n)'s here. I won't leave you."
That last phrase made 6 make his grip tighter onto your abdomen.
You knew that made him feel ten times better. Hopefully he's feeling more safer too.