So did that ending surprise you guys XD anyway I just want to put forward that Dylan is totally 100% based of me and my dog, caleb. Now enjoy having your mind washed through my superior typing skillz... also I don't plan on going into Dylan's perspective that much, it's the stitchpunks' story anyway!

CHAPTER 10: THE SCIENTIST'S SON

Before 9 could register what the human boy had told him, he seemed to feel the earth shake at the roar of a distant machine. A machine that was no doubt looking for him.

"Look, I'll explain everything when we get to my house," the boy said. "We should be safe there."

The stithces didn't move at first, but then the one with the spear nodded and went back over to the end of the pile. On her back was a 7, Dylan remembered that for later. Another roar sounded as 7 returned- this time going around the pile- with what looked like an improvised wagon of some sort, and following behind her were two smaller stitches, almost completely identical.

"That's all of you?" Dylan asked. But when a third roar sounded, much louder than the previous two he added,

"Never mind! C'mon we gotta get to my house!"

9 stepped forward. "We won't be able to get there for a few more days!"

Dylan smiled at this remark.

"Not if you're riding Caleb," he said, "That German Shepheard can run pretty fast!"

Dylan didn't wait for the tiny stitches to respond, instead he just picked them up (very gently) and sat them on the back of his trusty dog. Once all of them where on Dylan picked up the stitches' wagon and instructed them to hold on to Caleb's collar. Once all of them were holding on 7 yelled,

"He 9, do you know how to drive one of these?"

Dylan laughed at this, then gave a firm whistle,

"Take 'em home boy!"

With those four words the beast started moving at speeds that would have easily caused the stitches to vomit if they were able to. 9 almost lost his grip but 7 grabbed his shoulder and righted him.

"Isn't this fun?" she asked.

9 didn't answer her. He would never understand how she could like doing things like this, so he looked back to see where Dylan had gone. He was shocked to see the boy running right behind them, taking special care not to drop the wagon. 9 hadn't expected humans to move that fast. Then again, he had never seen a living human before.

"We're almost there!" Dylan yelled, signaling over to the house.

9 noticed that the door to the building was closed, yet the dog ran at it at full speed. 9 closed his optics, waiting for a crash, but none came. It turned out that there was a small square flap in the bottom of the door that the dog was able to go into. Seconds later the massive door opened and Dylan joined them inside.

"Into the basement boy!" He said as the door shut behind them.

9 looked around the room that he had found himself in. It seemed like a moderate size, for a human. A desk took up the majority of the room, on it where multiple disheveled books and loose papers, along with boxes both opened and unopened. There was a fold-up chair that Dylan proceeded to sit in, catching his breath. He motioned for the dog to lay down, and the stiches climbed off the beast. After a few moments Dylan said,

"So it's really you huh? I guess my dad wasn't crazy." Dylan looked saddened by this. Apparently he hadn't been on good grounds with the scientist. Eventually he added,

"Well, I'm sure we all have a lot of things to say to each other, so let's start with this: How did you find me?"

9 proceeded to walk over to the wagon, which Dylan had layed out on the floor, and opened it. He was just about to grab the photo when something caught his eye, something that hadn't been there before. It was a bunch of items in a small bag, then 9 saw it. At the sight of the new lightstaff 9's face brightened.

I'll have to thank 7 for that later, he thought. He then pulled out the small photograph and showed it to the boy.

"Is this you?" he asked,

"Yeah, but, where'd you get it? And what's with this writing on the back? Who told you to find me?

9 answered each question in order. "We where in the scientist's, er- your father's lab and we came across this box. Our friend 6, well, he could see the future in a way, and so he left us these messages and this map so that we could find you."

For the next few hours the group talked. Asking and answering questions in turn. Dylan told of how his father had always said he was special. But when he started speaking nonsence about preserving life and saving the world, Dylan had left thinking he was crazy. 9 told Dylan a much longer story, with the help of 7 the stitches were able to tell Dylan everything that had happened since the last few days of the great war, when humanity had supposedly died out.

"So how did you survive?" 7 asked when 9 had finished.

"Well, just before I left," Dylan said, "My dad had told me all this stuff about how to survive the inevitable bombs and poison gas. This basement that we're in doubled as a nuclear shelter, because the Germans had feared that America was developing some type of super weapon. Thankfully, it did it's job, and I was able to hide in here while my world was destroyed."

Dylan's voice had been just above a whisper at this point, then he countered with a question of his own.

"Okay, so you found me, what are you, er- what are we supposed to do now?"

That was a good question, what did they do now?

"You said that your father told you about his plans for designing us, did he ever say anything about what we were supposed to do?" 7 asked.

Dylan looked around the room.

"Well he had sent me a letter along with this package, but I never opened them I just got to find it..."

Dylan started leafing through the papers and boxes, after a short while 9 remembered what 1 had told him when he had first seen Dylan.

9 stepped forward and asked,

"What do you know about the spark?"