They don't understand. They think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I see things. Things they can't see. Things I don't want to see. Things I can't tell them.

I was created to see the future, the past and other mysteries, that no one else will understand. I was created to draw what I see. I am a cursed being.

I have no control over it. 1 tells me to stop. To stop saying nonsense. To stop drawing. But I can't. I can't stop the visions. I can't stop drawing. They keep coming, one after the other, streaming into my mind. So many of them, they meld together, into a blur. I have to draw them. If not, I don't know what would happen. I must get it down. Or else...

I have no rest. The dreams haunt me when I'm awake and become reality. The dreams creep into my mind when I'm asleep. There is no escape to them.

1 Says the source doesn't exist. He says its unimportant. He says its nonsense. He thinks everything I say is nonsense. But it's not. The source exists. The dreams revolve around the source. The source is like a bright light in my dreams. It stands out more than anything. I can never forget the source.

Night has fallen once again. The worst time. Never ending Darkness, until the sun rises and the horror is over. Somewhat. The dreams swallow me up during the night. The dreams are the worst at then. The most vivid. The most frightening. I hate the night. Visions aren't always bad. But they can be frightening. It shows danger coming up ahead.

I'm dreaming. Again. I can tell. Everything is sketchy, black and white. Like my drawings. Then again, maybe it's my drawings that look like my dreams. Probably.

I see something. The Scientist. Our long dead creator. I see him. I hadn't seen him in my dreams in a while. This must be a vision of the past. What was he doing? Was he giving life to one of us? I look at the stitchpunk being created, but who was that? I don't recognize it. It looks like he's creating... another one of us. A ninth one? I was correct. It was a ninth one. I see the back of this unborn stitchpunk. The scientist is connecting the suction cups to his head, and placing the mask against his face. He's transferring another part of his soul, I assume. I see the light entering the ninth stitchpunk's body. But something else happens. Something that I've never seen. I can see the scientist getting tense. He's squeezing the ledge of his desk. The light stops. He collapses to the floor. I try to comprehend what I just saw. Was the scientist dead? He certainly is now, all humans are dead. As far as I can tell, he looks long gone, but who knows about this past reality. But wait, the other stitchpunk, the ninth one, has he awoken? I try to see, but I cannot tell. The vision isn't letting me see.

I awaken.

It's morning now. I draw vigorously, as I try to make sense of my dream, but it's too hard to take in. I never thought there was a ninth one of us. I thought 8 was the last one of us, all of us did. It makes sense though. 8 never saw our creator die. I know that. I've seen 8 be created, and the scientist was clearly alive afterwards. I always assumed out creator just died from the gas soon afterwards, yet I was wrong. He died from creating another one of us, by using up the last of his soul! The ninth one must be the last one! I must tell someone about this! I could tell 2, or maybe 5.

I hear footsteps. I look up to see 1 and 8 walking toward me. 1 gives me a glare, and 8 steps on my drawing, and tears it, again. He looks down, and smirks at me as he walks away with 1. I try not to react to it, but it's hard not to cringe. But I know 8 does that because 1 told him to, to remind me that I mustn't tell anyone what I see. I mustn't tell anyone about my "nonsense", as 1 would say. I suddenly lost my courage in telling 2 or 5.

First off, happy 9 day! I can't believe 9 came out 4 years ago, time flies. (Even though the first time I saw this EPIC movie was this June) So this was originally going to be a oneshot, but it got kind of long, and I have another 1 or 2 chapters worth for it that aren't written yet. But I wanted to post this today because its 9 day! My 9 day hasn't been so great. I mean, its bad enough that my little brother decides to ask super awkward questions about my boyfriend in front of my mom, friend and friend's little brother, but I had a doctors appointment today! :( Not only that but I found out I'm not going to grow much taller than I am now and I'm not even 5 foot yet:( Also, I apparently need to go see an eye doctor soon, that also sucks for me. But on the bright side, I'm gonna watch 9 tonight. All I have to do is finish my algebra 2, since I just finished my bio :D! Also, I'm going to thank my friend for editing this. If you're online and actually reading this tell me! (I know you know who you are, my friend) Well, I'm just rambling now, happy 9 day, please R&R, and bye!