Mable: Short, sweet, and to the point; just something to help finish the fic. I will write other 9 fics, might be a sequel, might be similar, but I hope that you liked this oneā¦. I still take last minute reviews!... Yeah, that was desperate. Heh, never mind. Again thanks to reviewers, readers, supporters, Meowth's Toon Dragon, xXBroken-Wings-ForeverXx, Five, One, Two, Three, Four, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and my computer which is working somewhat better now. I don't own 9, Enjoy!
Second Chance
Chapter Nine: Epilogue
A single last line was added to the clean sheet of paper before the scene was finished. Looking over the picture Six searched out for any imperfections that he could correct. Not a single one could be found so he nodded in his own agreement of it being complete. Then he lifted it carefully so that he would at all smudge the black ink that graced it. Looking around he searched out a place on his wall to put it, none of the eligible spaces looked good enough for it. He had been recently drawing landscapes and things that he could only assume used to exist before the humans were killed off. Maybe a bit different, a change of pace, but Six enjoyed it just as much.
The nightmares had stopped coming as frequently as well. Six's nightmares used to appear every time he went to sleep, now he had one every two weeks or longer. He stopped seeing the machines that plagued his mind before and the beasts were gone. Leaving his room, which was made of a small crevice that resembled his last 'room', he started to look around the rest of the sanctuary. The Stitchpunks had set up in a two story house, making their home in a built section between the second floor and attic. So far it seemed like a prefect replacement to the cathedral in being completely intact and safe. There were some small things that had seemed second best to the previous home though.
Two had recently been working on yet another watchtower that he was bent on making superior to the last one. However, this one was taking much more of an effort. Five and Two had been working on it for weeks already but it still had ways to go. Speaking of Five, he and Seven had grown even closer to each other. To say that Six was completely pleased about the entire idea was a bit wrong. He still had some little feelings for Seven, but ignored them since he saw they were happy. Small gestures like brushing their hands, sometimes a swift embrace, and other little things showed their relationship. Six used to wish he was in Five's place, but he had come to terms with it now. Now he was glad for them both.
Not that he was the only one; the other was Nine. Nine had a small crush on Seven for a while but it seemed to disappear since he was still best friends with Five and thought they were happy together. Meanwhile, at the same time, he started to spend more time with Four who seemed to have been taken to him. Yes, Three was not constantly with her sister anymore, but she didn't mind for she too wanted her sibling's happiness. The two slowly started to become closer, Nine and Four, but not as close as Five and Seven were. Six had also noticed the sudden change in One's behavior, possibly caused by the majority of time he had spent with Two. Not that it was unusual, the two had been incredibly close before the cathedral had burnt down as well.
Meanwhile Eight was still just Eight. This was what Six liked, they were still exactly the same, nothing different. Except for no longer being bullied, being knocked around, or having little malicious acts against him. Ever since he had jumped in front of Eight, getting taken by the Seamstress instead, the two seemed to form what could be considered a decent friendship. What could he say, Six liked Eight. In fact the thought caused him to come up with a small idea. He knew Eight was probably with One somewhere so he took this time to slide into the other's room and leave the picture on the bed. Then he left the room quickly and started to head back to his own room. The urge to draw was starting up again; to continue doing what he loved.
Things were finally looking up.
Mable: Yes, short, but just leaving on a hopeful and positive note. ^-^
