This is my first true fan fiction for 9 (not counting any crossovers). I recently got into the fandom, but I've seen the movie a couple times, so I know it enough to write for the characters.
The characters that I own in here are 42, 27, 273, San, and The Corruption Machine. My friend Jess (SoSoSuckMyToe on here /PuppyLuver on deviantART) was kind enough to let me borrow her characters 256 (based off Dimentio from Super Paper Mario), 303 (based off Blitzwing from Transformers Animated), and 72. I hope I got their personalities okay!
I chose 3 and 4's genders as female, and the story takes place right after the end of the movie, so there will be some spoilers.
9 is owned by Shane Acker. No money is meant to be made from this fan fiction. It was made for fun, not profit.
Enjoy!
"What happens next?"
"I don't know. But the world is ours now. It's what we make of it."
The rain came down at a faster pace than it started. The fire, the one that lit up the funeral grounds, had now died down to a few glowing embers. If one had a microscope, they would have seen small green particles swimming in the rainwater. Life had come back to the Earth. With only four Stitchpunks remaining, they shaped the Earth. It was their destiny to bring life into order. The only question was "How?" How could the four of them keep life in order? They were short five of their friends. Five friends that completed one soul…
Meanwhile, in the children's waiting room of an old medical building, the rain started to pour through. The war caused massive damage. Multiple holes gaped in the roof. The rain soaked anything it could: chairs, old fishbowls, tables…and toys.
More specifically, four dolls. These dolls were left out of the toy box before the war, and no one had given them a passing glance. The rain gently hit them, right where there were a few holes from being over loved by the children. As the rain hit their damages, the water sounded like it was turning some sort of gear. Slowly, life seemed to twitch into the dolls, as they carefully started to gain consciousness, and stumble into a standing position.
The first doll to stand up didn't exactly stand. In fact, he seemed to slightly float in the air. His fabrics were made out of black, yellow, and purple colored pajama pants that seemed to flow in the breeze of the rain, the style and points giving him almost a jester-like appearance. The metal that made up his arms and legs were colored black and white, and "256" was scrawled on the back of him, each number on a different piece of stitched fabric.
The next of the four to stand up was the only girl in the group. Her fabric was made out of an old olive green micro fiber towel. The metal of her arms and legs were dull silver, and the number "42" was daintily drawn on the right side of her chest.
The third one to stand was a very interesting looking one. His fabric wasn't something specific, instead, it was made of different tan, black, and purple scraps. The way they were fixed made him look like a German officer, complete with a cape and Stahlhelm helmet that even had two little black buttons for goggles. While one optic's pupil was triangular, the other was circular, and looked permanently expressionless. His face was made of blue fabric, though faint traces of black and red could be seen. His metal on his hands and feet were black and purple, while the ones around his optics were red. Stitched in purple thread on his front was "303"
The final one to get up also had an interesting flair to him. His fabric was made out of an orange Hawaiian shirt with multiple colored flowers attached almost everywhere. Brown yarn poked out of his head, looking like long hair. His metal was black and silver, with tiny hints of maroon on his feet. The number "27" was written right in the middle of his stomach.
"Wh-what happened?" 42 squeaked out, shaking a little. "How are we moving?"
"It'z quite zimple." 303 said, a German accent his voice. "Zis rain zeemz to have life circling through it. Ven eet hit our expozed mechanicz, eet powered uz up."
"But, we're just children's playthings!" 42 said, now in full panic. "We were never meant for this!"
"I don't see what the big deal is." 256 said, a British accent in his voice, while laying down in midair, and kicking his feet, thus propelling himself in a circle.
"Yeah!" 27 said, sounding happy. "I mean, we're alive now! It's just like that story those moms read to the kids when they were here! Only we're not made out of wood. And we don't have a talking cricket."
Suddenly, 303's head shifted, and it was now replaced with a red head with a single rectangular visor-like optic, and a cleft-like indentation where his chin would be.
"Shut up!" He angrily barked. "Vhy are ve vazting our time here?! Zere could be ozzerz out zere! Zey vould know vat's going on!"
"G-go out there?!" 42 screamed, clutching onto 303's arms and shaking him. "Are you insane?! You've never even been taken out of the waiting room! I went out there by accident, and the world's a scary place!"
"I vill give jou three seconds to let go of me." 303 said, as 42 quickly reacted…and hid behind 256.
"Well, leaving the place beats waiting for someone to come and find us, and who knows when that'll even be." 256 said, floating away from 42.
"We gotta act fast!" 27 said, jumping around a little, then falling, grasping his leg in pain. Circuitry was gently sparking from the cloth that was ripped. Their damages hindered their abilities to move, let alone find their way around.
"Well, looks like we can't go anywhere." 42 said, sounding much more cheerful.
"I have a plan." 256 said, making 42's expression fall again. 256 floated up to the information window of the waiting room, and shuffled through one of the drawers, and accidentally pushing a CD-ROM into a computer. He came back a moment later holding a roll of black electrical tape. He attacked a piece to his back, one to 42's, wrapped 303's ankles up, and placed a piece on 27's leg. He then shuffled through the nearby toy box, and grabbed some assorted doll clothes.
"There. Take your pick. I don't need any more protection because of my cape…cloak…thing…"
27 grabbed a small pair of khaki pants, and 42 grabbed a tiny bandana to wrap around her neck. 303, however, did nothing. Instead, his head switched to a new one: a black one with one optic smaller than the other, and a red zipper for a mouth.
"Vhy vould I even think of zomething to cover up ziz fazionable electric tape?!" He asked, in a random-sounding, high pitched voice.
"Um…" 256 stuttered, a loss at words at the moment. "…You guys are on your own for weapons. Personally, I doubt that I even need one."
"And what makes you think that?" 42 asked.
"Duh. I'm floating? There's gotta be something that's making me do that!"
Taking that in consideration, the three remaining dolls searched for something to defend themselves. 42 went to a fallen bulletin board and pulled out an orange pushpin.
"Sorry, Doc." She apologized to no one in particular. "I guess you'll just have to redo your to do list."
27 found an old CD-ROM disc, but was too busy playing with it to find a weapon…until he accidentally dropped the CD, creating multiple fragments that would be perfect for throwing.
"…I meant to do that!" 27 cheerfully said.
The only one that had a problem deciding on a weapon was 303. He was stuck between a wart freezer and a butane lighter.
"I vill chooze ziz vart freezer." His Icy face decided.
"No! Ze butane lighter!" His Hothead face intervened.
"Freezer."
"Lighter!"
"The freezer."
"Lighter!"
"Freezer."
"Lighter!"
"Ooh! Ooh!" Suddenly, he turned into his Random face. "Vhy not chooze both?!"
It was settled. They were repaired from their damages, and they had the means to protect themselves in the Emptiness. They were ready to set out. It was a good thing they did, too. As soon as they got a good distance away from the building, strange things were starting to happen…
The disc that 256 accidentally pushed in jumpstarted the computer up. A binary message inscribed itself in white text on a blue screen:
Suddenly, the computer's wires started to fray out, in octopus-like tentacles charging with electricity. Ever so slowly, the binary code translated itself:
The disc entered is a corrupted file. I have been awoken. You have defeated my brothers and sister. You will not stop me. I am corruption. Corruption holds a purpose. I shall attack with a vengeance