It was quiet out in the wasteland. In fact, the only thing that could be heard was the patter of little feet running through the Emptiness. The feet belonged to a little black, purple and white patched stitchpunk wearing a cloak and carrying some hand made tools in a satchel around her waist. Her number, 10, was printed in cursive blue ink on her chest. She ran towards a chasm and stopped before she fell in to the gorge. There was no way across. The bridge was broken. She was standing right on the edge. Before she could move, the earth beneath her gave way and 10 found herself plummeting towards the ground. 10 wanted to scream but found that she couldn't. 10 somehow survived the fall with minimal damage. She only had a ripped arm and leg. She gathered the things that had fallen out of her satchel, pulled out her needle and cotton and sewed herself back together. She then reached in to the inner pocket of her cloak and pulled out a large, spherical device. Her talisman. Good thing it was not broken by the fall.
10 looked up. There was certainly no way of being able to get back to the top. Not at the moment. It was getting way too dark and she had to find a place to stay for the night. The only thing she knew was that she had to stay away from the monster. The one that was chasing her. 10 slowly rose to her feet and looked around for even a small crack in the chasm to fit herself in to for the night. It was then that she came across something lying on the ground. 10 could distinctly make the outline of a body of someone just like her. It was lying in an awkward position. It was obvious they had fallen but there was something distinctive about the optics. 10 gasped, knowing exactly what had killed this poor stitchpunk. The Fabrication Machine. She had been told stories about this machine. That meant the other talisman must have woken it!
Suddenly there was a purple glow coming from the inside of her cloak. 10 reached in and pulled out her talisman. It's symbols were glowing purple. 10 stared blankly at it. What was happening? She pressed the sequence on the talisman and then it jumped right out of her hands and landed right next to the deceased stitchpunk. A purple spark flew out of the talisman and on to the stitchpunks body and then vanished. 10 picked up the talisman with a look of shock on her face. She examined it quickly, put it away and then stared at the stitchpunks body, waiting for something to happen.