This will be my first 9 fic posted on here that has more than one chapter. Hope you guys like it, my friends on the lovely 9 forum enjoyed it very much. Sorry for the choppy writing and the shortness of the chapters.
It had started out like any other day. 7 bitterly remembered burying her head into 9's shoulder to block out the morning sun once more, and the way he gently stroked her arm. He was so gentle and subtle, and that was what she liked about him best. When the sun peered right into their window, they would finally rise from the pile of rags that served as their shared bed- 9 would drape his arm loosely around her shoulders and kiss her softly. It was only a peck, but it warmed her for hours.
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She had no idea that it would turn into the worst day of her life- no idea that she could ever feel so alone again. It had all happened when they came across a machine. It was perhaps the middle of the day, and all 9 of the stitchpunks had gone out to explore. What danger was there, now that the B.R.A.I.N had been defeated, their souls restored to their bodies? The answer lay with that one monster- probably the last one, but it had destroyed her to a far greater extent than any other machine had.
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"7... get some sleep." 1's voice barely registered in her head, but she still shuffled away from her spot in the throne room. She felt weighed down, like her form was stuffed with lead and not lightweight mechanisms. Her throat felt like there was a sharp needle there, stabbing endlessly on the inside. A feeble voice pointed out that 2 would feel exactly the same, but she let it fade away morosely. There was too much grief to deal with.
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"9!!!" 7 shrieked. The beast, which nobody could seem to describe, had whacked 9 with such a force that he banged into the wall of junk. A loud ripping noise could be heard, though she couldn't quite be sure of where it was from. 5 shot an arrow into it's side, aggravating it further. Though it had sustained a minor injury, it saw no problem in smacking 5 towards 9. The neophyte broke the mechanic's fall, and another ripping noise was heard.
"9's injured! Get out of there, both of you!!" 2 shouted. The thing was, 5, 9, and the beast were all on the other side of a chasm that had formed when a rock had fallen out of its place. There was now a gaping hole between the two burlap forms and their bretheren who watched in discomfort and fear. Then the worst happened. The beast, who would stop at nothing to make sure 9 and 5 perished, activated the one mechanism that nobody had expected. There was a loud beeping noise- everybody looked a little confused. Then, there it was: the look of pure fear on their tiny faces before the explosion. The beast had self-destructed.
"NO!!!" 2 screamed as his apprentice and the neophyte were flung into the chasm by the force of the blast. 7's world completely fell apart as the face of her lover disappeared from view, and all she did was scream.
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"9!!" she shouted, flailing about in her bed. Of course, he wasn't there to comfort her. To the belief of herself and the others, 5 and 9 were both killed.