Chapter 2

She only started to feel conscious when words began flowing through her mind, forming sentences formed by diffrent voices that she wasn't quite familiar with.

"I didn' mean ta scare 'er..." A voice rummbled. It reminded her of a sound she remembered hearing in the sky. Deep, and somewhat scary, but she couldn't quite dot out where she had heared it...

"It's typical that I leave her alone for a moment and she passes out from fear..." Sighed the familliar voice of Eleven.

The deeper voice growled. "I didn' mean to...!"

"Now, now, Eleven, Eight, It's all a misunderstanding." A more elder, kinder voice spoke up. In her mind she could almost see the voice moving inbetween the other two voices of this 'Eight' and Eleven.

She didn't want to open her eyes just yet, But the darkness was scary. She didn't like the dark. She'd been in it so long.

So long... So alone...

Tick...Tock...

"So you just found her in the first room? Trapped in a box...?" A calm male voice questioned. It was very smooth, and somthing about it seemed to scream trust and leadership.

"Yes. She was pretty shaken up, and it took me ages to convince her i wasn't going to hurt her..." Eleven replied.

Tick-Tock...

"I can't say i'm supprised..." A newer voice spoke up. "She was created before one, and one says he had never seen her before, so there's no telling how long she was trapped in there for..."

Eleven's scoff was heard. "How do we know One DID know, and decided to be secerative about it?"

Tick-Tock.

"Eleven..." the smooth voice sighed, gently. "I'm sure that if One had known, he would have told us. He's not the same as he was before."

"Teh..."

Tick-Tock!

"Well, I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this, once our Zero has awoken..." The older voice chimed up, sounding quite... Merry.

"Yeah... I wasn't sure about what Six said, at first... But i'm glad I listened to him." Eleven spoke up, chainging the subjuct to something that Zero wasn't quite sure she understood fully. Was it to do with her? Who's Six? Who're all the other voices?

TICK-TOCK.

"You listen to him quite a lot..." The other male voice mummbled.

Zero heard Eleven mummble somthing, picturing the female nod.

TICK-TOC-!

That was all she could take of the noise before her eyes snapped open, and she let out a heavy gasp, only then realising she had been holding her breath for a little while.

Her gaze was immediately drawn upwards, towards the sharp knives dangling from the ceiling. Oh god... Oh god... If one fell, it would go straight through her, and- Oh god, no, no, nonononono-

"Zero...?" She gasped, lifting her head to see them. There was Eleven, not far from where she was, but behind her, were others. Four others.

The one who was leaning, who looked older than the others, hobbled forward next to Eleven,s iling over at Zero.

"Hello, Zero." She blinked once. Then twice. Scanning him closly, observing him. He didn't seem dangerous...

He held his hand out towards her. "I am Two. It's a pleasure to meet you." He continued to smile.

She didn't know what to do. She looked at the hand outstetched towards her, then back at Two. Then back at the hand.

Slowly, she lifted her hand, and slowly uncurled it, until it was outstretched, like Two's, but not touching. Two then, unhesitantly, took her hand in his and shook it.

The act was rather supprisingly pleasent for Zero, who decided that this was a greeting of some form. When Two took his hand away, he stepped backwards a tiny bit and placed a hand on the shoulder of a stitchpunk, who was ringing his hand together nervously. He was made of burlap, and his front was held together by two large, brown buttons. One thing that caught Zero's attention, he also had a missing eye, just like Eleven.

"This young lad here, Is my assistant, Five." Two introduced the 'lad'.

Five smiled nicely, and raised one hand, waving it gently, mouthing a small 'hey'. Zero timidly lifted her hand, and gently waved it back at Five.

Another burlap stitchpubk then came into her view, standing next to Five and Two. He looked like Five, oly, with both eye's intact, and a Zipper which replaced the Buttons on Five.

"I'm Nine." He greeted, smiling. "It nice to meet you, Zero." He nodded his head gently. Zero, once again, copied the gesture, feeling quite supprised by how many greeting gestures they had.

"And this," Eleven steped back and to the side slightly, allowing Zero a more clearer view of the last stitchpunk. "Is Eight. The guy who scared you to an early grave earlier."

Zero blinked. Eight towered over the overs, and looked quite bulky as well. He could probably beat her to a pulp if she irritated him enough. The thought made her nervous.

She yelped slightly when he began to make his way closer, his expression rather plain, the floor boards creaked as he made his way over.

He looked down at her, she looked back up at him. Both stared for a long while, observing each other.

Eight then grunted slightly, holding out his hand. "Hey." He rummbled.

Zero only hesitated slightly, before taking his hand. His enire hand engulfed hers, and for whatevr reason. it felt... Very nice...

"Nice to meet you..." Zero let out her first words in a little while, even if they were quiet.

She nearly jumped when Eight smiled at her. "Sorry 'bout scarin' ya earlier..." He mummbled.

Zero smiled. "it's okay..."

Eight seemed to realise he was still holding her hand, not even shaking it any more. He immediatly released it and stummbled back slightly, grunting slightly.

Two grinned slightly, elbowing Five gently then nodding his head in the direction of Eight and Zero. Five smiled gently, scratching his arm gently, his gaze then fixing on Eleven, who gently pat Zero's shoulder.

"Okay, Z'." She started, grinning gently, "I say your just about ready to meet the rest of us."

Zero smiled. Feeling a small fluttering feeling inside her.

She felt... Happy... Excited... Like she belonged...

At last, she wasn't alone...

FINALLY! Sorry it was so long guys ^^; but here we have it, the next chapter in my rewrite story ^^ hope ya'll like it :3 Please R and R~

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