Disclaimer: I don't own 9 or anything associated with it. Please don't sue me.
Note: This little fic is extremely short. It spawned off of the conversation I had with some friends after realizing that everything bad happened in 9 because the title character accidentally activated Mr. Fab. Congratulations, 9, you broke the movie.
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9 smiled as he watched 2, 5, and 7 celebrate the cat-beast's demise. They looked so… happy. So he let them have their time, laughing in their reunion. He glanced around the large room, which looked far less threatening now that the tension had dissipated from it.
That was when he saw it. The round… thing he'd shown 2. The one the beast took. It was odd, that so much could happen over one little trinket. He picked it up and turned it over in his metal hands. It didn't look like anything special.
9 looked up. There, in front of him, was a marking with three rivets. Looking at the back of the trinket he found three holes that fit perfectly. If it fit, it meant it had to belong there. So after a moment he moved to place it inside.
2 saw it and rushed forward. "Wait!" His frail body, however, wasn't fast enough.
The trinket was almost in place…
WHAP!
9 staggered back as something hit him square between the glass and metal eyes. "Ow!" he yelped, dropping the object and grabbing where his nose would have been. 2 stopped next to him, just as confused. "What the-?!"
A brown burlap female stitchpunk with brass buttons down her front and purple and green ribbon sewn into her arms marched up, holding a small, makeshift slingshot. She picked up the little round trinket and put it in 2's hands. She then turned and stalked back off, calling over her shoulder. "You're welcome!"
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End Note: Yep. That's it. Sorry to have wasted the last few minutes of your life with it. Rest assured, I will continue with my usual fanficking and this will be all for this. That female stitchpunk, btw? I'm not saying who she is. And no, she'll probably never appear again.