Mable: Alright, here we go, a bit nervous. Let me explain a few things. One; I have many other unfinished fics and this one has more speed then length. It will be a bit rushed. Two; this is my first 9 fic so I might be off and a bit vague on details. I've seen the movie only once, most of my facts come from fics I read, other facts I create to fill the gaps. Also some characters might be a bit OOC, some on purpose, some not. Three; I came up with this idea, searched to make sure no one else had anything similar, and then wrote. I did not copy anyone, just reassuring in case this event occurs. Four; This is basically my 'Super Bokkun Sunshine' of 9 fics. It is the first one I've ever wrote, later fics will be written better. Five; is cute. ^-^ Yeah, heh, couldn't help it. Six; I would like to thank xXBroken-Wings-ForeverXx for giving me that little push to get this fic up and introducing me to 9 with her great fic. That's it, I'm done, I don't own 9, if I did the events in this fic would've occurred instead, or have been like an alternate ending. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Not just a dream

Six screamed. Not a normal scream of a nightmare but a more horrific scream that almost sent One jumping off his throne. Almost, but not quite, causing a decent twitch though. The older sent a glare at the room the noises were coming from. Of course, Six would have to start screaming now in the middle of the day. "Want me to deal with him?" Eight asked quickly and One glared, "I know how you 'deal' with things. If I sent you over there then you'd only make it worst." Thankfully someone else came to Six's aid at this time, Five, Two's apprentice. He practically ran into the room most likely thinking that Eight had gotten ahold of him.

"He's going to die out there! I saw it! We're all going to die!"

We're all going to die. What a great thing to hear right after Two left to… No, scout, that was it. He sent him to scout. If the others asked he sent him to scout. As though it couldn't get any worse, suddenly Six ran out of his room with Five a little behind him trying to calm him down. One watched as the stitch punk ran up to him and grabbed his hand, which he flinched to and tried to draw away, "What is wrong with you!" Six's mismatched optics were wide as he spoke out, "Saw… Two… He's going to be taken… Then after it gets the source… It'll take his." One blinked a bit, slightly shocked at what Six was saying. Secretly he was more then aware of the souls inside them, but it wasn't important in his own opinion.

"He's going to die… If you don't stop it from getting him." Now One's gaze narrowed, "How can I believe anything you say. All you do is spit out nonsense." The striped stitchpunk shook his head, "No, no. You must listen. He'll be taken. Two will be the first to die." Silence, "The first?" Now Five was speaking from a decent distance away with his optic wide in horror, actually believing him. One was growing increasingly upset, "I'm not listening to your 'nightmares'." He spoke firmly and Six looked heartbroken before stumbling back, "You're going to let him die." Then suddenly he ran back towards his room with Five tailing him again, the apprentice not wanting to look at the one who could be condemning his teacher.

One watched them leave before turning to Eight, "I need you to do something." Eight nodded in understanding and started towards Six's room, "Not that, you idiot! I want you to go out into the emptiness and find Two, watch him, and if anything starts attacking him you will defend him. Then bring him back here." This was surprising, One never believed Six's visions were real, he merely thought it was a cry, or scream, for attention. However, One had this feeling in his gut that if he didn't send Eight after Two that he would regret it. As the bigger stitchpunk stepped into the bucket lift One had a quick feeling, "I made the right choice in the matter. I can't do anymore then I already have."

Little did he know, he had already done more than enough.


Swerving around, ducking in weaving; these actions made Eight feel like he was doing something serious when he was really just walking through the empty emptiness doing nothing. Eventually he had found Two who seemed to be… With another stitchpunk? Eight could clearly see the '9' on this one's back and made a mental note of it. It seemed like Two was fine, so Eight thought about finding something else to do and then saying that he did it, which he did quite frequently on small unimportant tasks. This didn't seem too important, Six was probably wrong as usual. So he turned away and started back towards the cathedral, muttering about how it was Six that caused him to get stuck out here for no reason.

That was, until he heard the distinct sound of a machine coming from somewhere away. Looking back over he noticed that Nine was now hidden in a can while Two was standing there with his makeshift weapon. As the creature suddenly showed its face and tried to leap at Two, Eight ran into the battle with knife in hand…


When it had been considerably a while One had regretted sending Eight out. Needless to say he was a little confused at what occurred next. Eight carrying two stitchpunks in from the lift before abruptly dropping one at his feet. It was Two, and he made a noise of discomfort as he hit the unforgiving ground. One glared, "Why would you… Never mind." He looked at the other stitchpunk in Eight's grasp for a second, then noticed that Two was starting to push himself up, "Take him to Five so he can fix him." Eight nodded and started to Five's room, "Not there." Turning, Eight started towards the workshop, "He's with Six." Eight spun around, "This is so confusing." He muttered out under his breath. Then he started to head to the other room, moving quickly for lost time.

The first thing Two saw when he finally managed to get himself up was a glaring One on his throne only about a few inches away. "I told you this would happen." Two was still a bit dazed as he stood, "It was fine. The machine heard me, it was my fault." The glare intensified, "So you were attacked?" The Inventor went to defend himself, standing up all the way, only to grip his side in pain realizing there was a large tear resting there. The other noticed his wince, "And you're injured! I told you this was a foolish idea, but you never listen to me! You only take in your own thoughts! Then I have to tarnish the last of my reputation and tell the others that I sent you out to scout! Why would I send the oldest out to scout?"

"I-"

"Before you say it, I know I am the oldest! You do not need to point it out!" As if there couldn't be a worst time for Six to run in and embrace Two, "You're alive! You're alive! It was going to take you but you're here!" He searched over the inventor, "Where is it?"

"Where is what?" Two asked, still a little slowed down from being carried and dropped. "The source!" Slowly Two seemed to realize something, before speaking, "Six I… I need to speak with One alone." The artist's eyes widened a bit before slowly leaving, knowing this wasn't good. There was a pause as he inhaled and exhaled, "The creature that attacked us took it." One was still glaring, "Took what?" He started to explain, "Nine had a talisman that resembled the source that Six draws. The beast… It wanted it. It was drawn to it." At this the leader could only stare at him. Silence overtook them. "One?" Two asked in a hushed tone as One shook his head, not about to believe that Two had been only seconds from being taken. Not only that but he had a feeling like he remembered the talisman somewhere.

"It's how I made you. I know it sounds absurd, but I must do it. You will understand someday."

"One… I think that they wanted it for a reason…" Two whispered as though he was coming onto something, "I can barely remember the Scientist from when I was newely made... I think he spoke of the Talisman and I think we need to-"

"If you're about to suggest that we go after it to get a talisman you can think again. You're injured, not one of them is able to fight against whatever is in there, and I'm really not in the mood to go running headfirst into something we could be wrong about." Then he dropped back onto his throne. One was still trying to ignore the memory trying to surface in his mind. The Inventor wasn't surprised from One's answer and started to back away, "I need to go sew this…" Then he left just like that. One watched him leave before gripping his head in a surge of frustration. Six had been right, Two almost died, but he had this horrible feeling that this wasn't the end.


When Two first entered Six's room he almost crashed into Eight who was leaving the room, still carrying Nine, "Where in the hell am I supposed to put him?" He asked back to Five who seemed a bit flustered while trying to lead the bully in the right direction. As he passed his mentor he asked if he was okay, Two lied, saying he was perfectly fine to the apprentice before he left. The Inventor knew he should have immediately went and sewn himself up. Instead he had to talk with Six first, he knew there was something else Six knew. "Six?" The artist's head shot up from his position on the floor, "Two!" He seemed unusually cheerful. The Inventor stepped closer, "Six… Did you have one of your… Dreams, again?" The younger nodded, "I did." Two approached the next subject cautiously, "What exactly did you see?"

"The machine took you and the source. It used the source to kill you. It took your source out of you and…" Six stopped before speaking, "Two… Do you have the source?" Two's voice caught as he heard the almost desperate tone in the younger's words, "No." The Artist stared for a second before his head dropped to stare at the picture that he had been working on, "Then we're… Coming after us…" he could catch a glimpse of the picture, of the drawing of darkness surrounding a single 'eye', and was afraid. As though it was evil, as though it could kill them, as though it was familiar. Too familiar for comfort. In fact, it was as though he had seen it before somewhere.

But that couldn't be. Right?


Mable: I have NEVER been this anxious about a fic I was writing. I detected OOC-ness and such, I'm trying to work the small kinks out. Please don't flame, I will take helpful criticism but please no heavy flames. Also, if you're wondering, One and Two are somewhat in an established relationship, a secret one. So yeah... Right… Time to post this… Ha, yeah. Okay. I hope you enjoyed!