Author's Note: Sorry to those of you who were reading my other fanfic, but I had no idea where to go from where I was, so I had to delete it. I waited a few weeks, still had nothing, and decided I would neverhave anything. So in those few weeks, I ended up watching '9', and I must say, it is the BEST movie I have seen in a LONG time! So now, 9 being my favorite movie, I decided to make a fanfic (that will absolutely on my life not get deleted!!) about it. Please enjoy! And review! But please be nice! Because officially again, this is my very first fanfic that I'm going to finish! So, thank you!

VERY IMPORTANT!!: All the characters are still alive. This is set so the Fabrication machine is still alive, but so is everyone else, but they have already defeated the Winged Beast and the Seamstress (I think those are what they're called, right?). Thank you :D

Full Summary of DreamCatcher: The 9 stitchpunks are faced with a new enemy, but unlike the others they've fought, this one can't be seen while awake. Instead, it can, from wherever it is, enter the dreams of them, and kill them if it gets the chance. Bad summary, hopefully good story. ONWARD TO THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!


Chapter One: Daydreams

"9? 9, you're zoning out again."

9 snapped his head back from the window, whirling around to face 7, her hands across her chest. "Huh?"

7 shook her head. "You've been doing that a lot, lately. You know that?"

"Been doing what? Looking out the window?" He turned back swiftly towards the broken glass. "No, I just—"

"Not that. You know what I'm talking about. The whole daydreaming thing, like you were doing just a moment ago." 7 put her arms at her sides, letting out a long sigh.

"Oh...yeah, I guess." He suddenly sounded exhausted—like he hadn't slept in days. He turned back to her, leaning his back against the wall.

"Are you alright, 9?" 7 asked, worry distantly edging her voice.

9 merely shrugged, his eyes not meeting hers.

Before she could say anything else, 9 stood, his head lowered slightly, his focus on the ground. He carefully climbed down to where she was, and, still not lifting his head, he walked out of the room.

"Go to sleep, 9!!" she called after him, getting no response. She rolled her eyes and smiled as 5 walked up to her. He looked behind him, then to her. "What's up with 9?"

"Who knows? He's been acting so weird lately." 7 answered, and 5 nodded.

"Yeah. So distant." 5 added. "Like he's in his own little world."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, anyways. I think he's just tired." 7 shrugged.

Back in his own room, 9 certainly was tired. He lay in his bed, his hands tucked behind his head. He knew he needed to get some sleep; he hadn't slept at all for a day and a half!

But somehow he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. The reason for his lack of sleep was something he knew was ridiculous.

A nightmare.

9 scoffed at the thought of it. He refused to fall asleep all because of a silly little dream. But it'd been so real, he thought, like it'd honestly been happening.

He shook his head, turning onto his side. He hadn't even begun to think of anything else before he unwittingly let his mind drift into a rest cycle.

9 was alone in the emptiness. A loud, mechanical roar sounded behind him, and he whipped around, only to be hit by a metal claw. He was flung to the ground a few feet away, and he managed to stand, even though he was aching all over. He blinked, looking up at the huge form of a new beast. It looked something like the Fabrication machine, but a bit smaller, and not as many limbs. Its single eye was blue and green, and it didn't have a place for the talisman.

Another blow sent 9 reeling into a pile of rubble, dazed and struggling to get up. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was a dream, but he couldn't bring himself to notice that now. The pain felt too real—much too real. He cried out as his ankle was torn on a sharp piece of metal, but somehow managed to get up. He backed away from the machine, who swiped its claw at him again. 9 dodged it and ran until he could no longer bear the pain in his wound, and he felt himself collapse, groaning and clutching at his ankle. He heard the machine coming, and something was jabbing at his shoulder and—

"No!" 9 shot bolt upright in bed, and flinched to see 7, 2, and 5 above him, their faces showing worry. 5 jumped back and took his hand off 9's shoulder.

"9! Are you alright?!" 7 placed a hand on his back, and felt him shaking violently with fear.

"You were crying out in your sleep, and we came to see what was wrong!" 5 said, eyeing 9's petrified expression. 9 didn't answer, but his shaking ebbed slowly and finally was gone, and all that was left was his harsh breathing.

2 tilted his head. "Are you okay?"

9 blinked and slowly nodded, flinging his legs over the side of the bed, starting to get up. "Yeah, I'm—uh!" he let out an agonized grunt as his legs crumpled under him and he slumped to the floor, groaning in pain.

"9!" 7 shouted, bending down next to him. "What's wrong?"

Not responding, 9 took his hands off his ankle and gasped.

The tear was still there.


Author's Note: Hey! That last sentence got kind of rhyme-y. :D *scolds self* NO POETRY!! *coughs up hairball* AHH! Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! And btw, please please PLEASE be nice when reviewing! This is my first fanfic that I shall complete, and I don't want to get discouraged.

Review please!

P.S. (wait…p.s. is only for writing letters…oh well!) I should have the next chapter out soon! Today or sometime this week! It's already finished I'm just making some further adjustments and corrections! Thanks!

Mitchie [Sparkl3Kitten]