Disclaimer: If I owned the film I wouldn't have killed off so many charcters, lol.
Ja, this doc's kinda nostalgic for me, I've had it for ages and just not bothered to upload it- time for a change (lol)! Plz read and review...
Warnings: The author takes no responsibility for any irritation you may feel at the immmmmmeeeennse,. grammer,,, anf speeling msitakes, within this story.
There were three rooms altogether, orignally it had just been one big room, but had been sectioned off by curtains and turned into three. The first belonged to 2 and 5, it contained 2 beds and alot of scaled down DIY equipment (the area where 9 wakes up after collapsing in the movie). The seond was by far, the largest and belonged to 7 and the twins. It hosted a mixture of books and armour/swords, it also contained 4 beds which, to any onlooker, may have seemed confusing, until they came to the third and smallest room. It was mainly used as a storage room but also contained ink pots, paper and an entire wall dedicated to the same round shaped symbol.
There in the midst of all the pots and papers sat 6, happily drawing on the floor. He yawned as he dipped his pen nibbed hand back into the pot, he'd only just got up and walked to his own room. He used to have his bed in this room, but too many nightmares and times of waking up screaming had driven 7 to convincing 6 to let her move the bed into her and the twin's room. Even so, it didn't really matter, 6 wasn't really one for staying in one place for a long amount of time, 2, 5, 7 and the twins had all been subject to coming in or waking up in their rooms to find 6 there, staring off into space or wondering around aimlessly.
2 had actually got to the point of yelling at him one time (which he very rarely did), he'd woken up with a dark figure (which turned out to be 6), playing with the sicissors and watching 5 while he slept. For some reason, the twins never seemed to mind being woken up by 6 walking around and acting strangely. But then, they had spent their first 2 years of life with 6, they pretty much saw him as their mentally disturbed older brother.
6 mainly thought in pictures, which could probably explain why he had trouble verbally communicating with people. His thoughts were a mixture of still frames and jerky camera like shots. He generally found it difficult to understand what people were saying or getting at, finding it easier to take his ques from the emotional expressions and gestures of the speaker and/or the reactions of others.
As he wasn't really able to follow out 1's orders and as he only ever wanted to draw, everyone else tended to leave him alone in his room while they went upstairs. 2 and 5 would work in the watch tower, 7 and 8 would spar for hours on end, 1 would lounge and 3 and 4 would either search for more information to add to their knowledge or go off on the odd erands that 1 would occasionally sent them on.
6 continued to draw the picture that was stuck in his head, in his thoughts the symbols were exactly the same except they flashed an odd neon green. He crouched over his drawing, the floor acting as a table, he went to add the finishing touches with his pen nib hands and paused as he heard footsteps come from behind him.
6 tried to pretend he hadn't heard the footsteps, quickly grabbing his half finshed picture off the floor and making to run from the footstep pattern.
"6...", 6 paused slightly before hastily busying himself with attempting to pin the picture to the already full wall. "6 loygk agt me...", 6 ignored the voice, "6!". 6's body jolted and he slowly turned to look up at 1 (1's slightly taller than 6), 6 held his unfinished drawing infront of himself, almost using it as a shield between them.
"6 You nyhd yg gyhjgy! I wssdd you day ahded day...", 6 unhappily stared at 1's shoulder (he wanted to look away, but he knew 1 would think he wasn't listening and yell even more), 6 just wished he knew what 1 was saying, it was horrible being yelled at but it was even worse not knowing why and being treated like an idiot for it.
1's body twitched in annoyance as he watched the smaller doll stare at him with obvious confusion, he didn't know why they bothered keeping the defective stichpunk around. It seemed evident that as far as intellegence and just plain usefulness where concerned the scientist has left 6 even more short changed than 8 (and at least 8 could follow orders). But still, 7 wouldn't let him get rid of 6, saying, 'We can't just start getting rid of each other just because they don't fit in to this family'...(something to that effect anyway). 1 rolled his eyes at the mere idea(!), this wasn't a family, it was a team and 'he' was leader, so 'he' should be calling the shots.
He turned his head back to 6 and repeated himself yet again, "6 you need to stop! I watch you day after day, and all I ever see you do is draw and amble around like the demented fool that you appear to be!". 1 sighed, anger and impatience growing as 6 still gave him that half confused half scared look. 1 took a few forceful steps forward and 6 immediately backed up (his back hitting the wall in the attempt to get away), and that was when 1 smirked (staring into 6's eyes as he did so), he knew then why he kept 6 around-
As long as it didn't leave a mark, he could do whatever he wanted to the young artist, he could basically use 6 as a way of letting out his anger and frustration, while knowing that 6 would never tell anyone what had happened, for the simple reason that he 'couldn't' tell anyone what had happened. Sure 1 had seen 6 try to tell the others- It had been nothing short of hilarious, the boy would quietly point out 1 to one of the other stitchpunks and pull a face, to which one of them would just tiredly reply, "Yes 6, that is 1(!)". Another favourite of his, was the boy attempting to act out what just happened, and having 5, 7 or 2 telling 6 to shout and throw things in his 'own ' room.
It was strange though, 3 and 4 always seemed to understand when 6 was upset, unafraid of going over to hug the demented stitchpunk after a round with 1. 3 and 4 would almost glare at 1, as if they knew what was happening. 1 was unfazed by their glares- they could only communicate to others through their projection videos, and as they had none of him and 6, no one else would ever know.
1 shrugged to himself, coming back to the matter at hand, he stepped even closer to 6 smirking slightly at the way 6 attempted to hide behind his picture, 1 put back on his impassive continued to yell.
Around 10 minutes later:
1 Looked around at all the hung up drawings as he verbally bashed 6, he stopped... something about these pictures seemed errily familiar... But he needed to be sure... "6..." 1 called out in a much calmer tone, 6 carefully looked up from behind the picture he held infront of himself.
"What are all these drawing of?". 6 gave a confused look unsure of what 1 was asking. "The drawings!" 1 repeating and begining to get a bit impatient as he pointed to the picture 6 held infront of himself, "What are these drawings of?".
6 looked confusedly down at the picture he was still holding. "6", 1 repeated, "What aw etasgui husgtoh?". 6's eyebrows knotted together inconfusion Was 1 asking about the drawing?. After asking several times, 1 had had enough and turned to call for 8's help. 6's eyes widened, he may have trouble understanding what people said to him but he was exceptionally gifted at reading voice tone, body language and gestures (It was the only way he had that allowed him to know what people were asking of him). "Don't" 6's rarely used voice yelled out. 1 turned to him, smirking slightly at the doll's self-defensive body posture.
"Then you WILL tell me about this?" 1 asked, saying the words slowly. More or less understanding 6 nodded and tried to explain. "Paint... I this...". It was 1's turn to give the confused and somewhat bewildered look and 6 frowned slightly, it was difficult to put his thoughts into words (and it 'had' been more than a week since he'd last spoke).
6 thought about he'd seen: A man in a white coat walked around carrying an item like his pictures, buttons on the oject were pressed and the object itself let out a green light, bringing life to each of them one by one. But what was it? What did it actually do? 6's eyes widened in realization of the word and he was brought back into the world where 1 was shaking him roughly by the shoulders, attempting to 'take him out of his foolish fantasy'. "Source!" 6 yelled excitedly grasping 1's shoulders as well. "Sauce?... Tomato sauce?" 1 asked sarcastically, (glad that his suspicions hadn't been proven true, the kid was just purely insane, nothing more).
"No-no-no-no-no", yelled, rapidly shaking his head from side to side. "Source! THE source!". 6 Let out an exasperated sigh when 1 did nothing more than take a step back and boredly watch him. "Source... LIFE! The source of life!", 6 exclaimed with new vigour, tapping his own and 1's shoulder to emphaise the point. 1's eyes widened but he tried not to show suprise, brushing the shoulder 6 had just touched as if it had been contaminated, and then eyeing the excited 6.
"How do you know this?" 1 asked, it wasn't possible, none of the others had got to hear anything like this from the scientist-he'd made sure of it... He glanced over to 6, who had sat on the floor and started drawing again. 1 purposefully stepped on 6's drawing, causing 6 to look back up at him, "6! I wasn't finished! How do you know about this? How do you know?". 6 just gave 1 a simple I-don't-know look and shrug, and turned back to his drawings. 1 sighed, glad that the scientist hadn't told him anything, if he had, there would be a chance that the scientist had told the others about the source... but still, how did 6 know, the scientist said they all each had a unique role to play, an ability that would help them but still...
1 shrugged to himself, he'd didn't have time for these thoughts, if 6 told him then 6 could also tell others, 2 was already too smart and wise for his own good... No! He had to put a stop to this right now, he couldn't allow any more questions to arise. He glared and turned his attention back to the pinstriped artist
"6! You must stop drawing these pictures!" 1 snapped, "They mean nothing!" so saying, 1 snatched the drawing 6 had previously held and tore it in two, letting the pieces fall to the floor. "They're usless, you're wasting your time just sitting here blotting ink stains all over the floor!". 6 stood and backed up, only understanding half of what 1 was actually saying, but understanding fully that for some reason, 1 was very angry about the drawings.
"You're a pathetic fool, stuck in your own poorly imagined fantasies and the sooner you understand that, the sooner you can get on with your life without routinely screwing everything up, are you listening to me?". 1 glared down at 6 who in truth wasn't listening, his eyes still fixed on his torn up drawing. 1 sighed dramatically and shook 6 by the shoulders, glaring into his eyes. "6! I'm giving one more chance! Are you listening?".
"No. More. Drawing", 1 ground out, 6's eyes widened and he immediatley fell to the floor, clasping his hands together in a pleading fashion. 1 smirked, (Finally! Something that 6 actually understood), "You can't bargain with me 6" 1 answered to the unspoken question, "If I find a single drop of ink on your fingers I'll have 8 destroy every ink pot and drawing you own". 6 bowed his head towards the floor and ignored 1 as he left to go back to his and 8's throne room.
This doc was so old, I had to shake the dust off it before uploading (seriously), you can be the judge of whether it shoulda bin uploaded or recycled, lol.
So... if you like or hate it... plz review, (Car salesman voice) operators are standing by now for your call (...What? No, not really! lol).
This is probably gonna stay as a oneshot unless you readers (empty silence and crickets chirp) ask for otherwise lol.
Ja, sayonara!