10 didn't take the news very well. In fact, she practically went mad when she found out; 7 and 8 had to rip her off of the two of them before she could tear them apart.

"How could you do that?" She wailed "How could you let that happen? I warned everyone about Nex, and you basically lured yourselves to him. You got 6 captured and almost got 5 blinded!"

"10, we're sorry-" 9 started to reason with her but was interrupted.

"Sorry isn't going to bring 6 back 9! It's only a matter of time before he gets to me and 3!" She shut her eyes and took in a sharp breath; she held it for a while then let out a deep sigh. Opening her eyes again, she glared daggers at the two stitchpunks.

"I hope you two are happy with yourselves" She said bitterly "Because of you, we're ever so closer to danger" Quickly leaving, she murmured the last part under her breath "Or at least you are"

6 was aware of his state.

It was exactly like the vision he had when 10 joined them: He was in the same black nothingness. The sheet of glass was there; except this time, there was no reflection of 10 on the other side. Heck, there was no reflection on the other side. But if he looked very closely, he could make out a faint figure lying down.

4.

The hooded stitchpunk looked as if he were just sleeping. His hands were folded neatly across his midsection. He was still as a rock. 6 tried calling out his name to get his attention, but there was no response whatsoever. Then he tried knocking on the glass but the second his hand made contact with the bluish glass, a searing pain shot up his arm, causing him to reel it back. The area where he had touched glowed a bright cyan, several cracks surrounded the area, also cyan. They faded gradually away.

Awestruck by the reaction, 6 reached out to touch it again. This time the wall glowed cyan once more, but didn't give off any pain, which 6 was grateful for.

Moving his hand around, 6 saw that the trail of glowing cyan followed his every move. It was just like drawing! He drew a small squiggly line. Once he took his hand off the wall the drawing disappeared. Drawing another line he watched as it disappeared, much to his excitement.

"6..."

An eerie voice called out his name. Looking around he didn't see anything. Maybe he was hearing things. He went back to drawing.

"6..."

The voice came back. This time he looked around; not like he could see anything, the only other stitchpunk was 4, and he was on the other side of the glass.

"They're coming 6..." the voice said "I'm almost complete. Need the other half. Have the brush, need the touch"

"Wh-wh...where...?" 6 said, looking around, trying to find the voice.

"show"

Suddenly, 6 felt a cold sensation on his right thigh. Looking down, he saw a number had been drawn there. He traced the number, only for it to disappear off his skin.

The number had been 16.

Nex stroked the top of 3's hooded head, making sure to blind her of everything but himself and the room.

"Now who do we let in when they arrive?" Nex asked. 3's eyes were vacant. Like how the Stitchpunks eyes had been when they had their soul sucked out of them. Except instead of empty black, her eyes were a bright grey, like how 8's eyes went whenever he played with his magnet.

"The Negatives" 3 answered. Her voice was monotone. Like she wasn't really there and a machine was talking for her. Nonetheless, Nex nodded approvingly.

"And do you let them take you away?"

"Of course"

"And why?"

"Because they need to be completed"

"Good. And what do you provide?"

"The other half of their knowledge"

"Excellent" Nex let her go. She fell back onto her bed, the vacant look still in her eyes.

"Now sleep child, I must return to them, they are waiting for the signal"

10 paced around the building about 30 times, She had snapped at 9 and 5 about 70 times and she practically ate herself alive with worry and fear. When anyone tried to talk to her, she would just say "You know nothing about this like I do. Go back to your own business" or her special saying that she used specifically for 1 "Keep out of my business and Stay in yours. Before those stitches in your face get deeper"

Deciding she just needed some alone time, she went up to her own room. Before she could enter though, she heard a voice.

"10..." It said.

Who what that? That didn't sound like her master. This voice sounded distant, and breathy. It was probably just her imagination, taking another step, she heard the voice again. Louder this time.

"10...!" It said once again.

"Wh...who are you?" 10 murmured "Where are you?"

"I'll show you" The voice said. 10 suddenly got an icy-cold feeling on her wings, causing her to open them up. She waited a few moments, the icy feeling remained. Mirror! She needed a mirror! There was a broken reflective shard in her room. That would have to do. Gazing at herself in the cracked reflective service, she could make out some markings on her wings. She could make out what looked like a 9 and a 0 on the back of her wings. Wait, no, that wasn't a 9. It was a 6.

The number had faded off, but she had already seen the number.

60.