Story: Heart of the Good and Evil
Universe: Shane Acker's 9
Genre: Angst, hurt-comfort
(WARNING!!! THIS IS A DARK CONTENT!!!)
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The late dark night was cruel. Inside the Sanctuary, 1 sat upon his throne, dead tired as he sighs from his sleepiness. 8 had finished his guard duty, 5 was done with the watch duty, 6 and 2 we're finished researching the source by the drawings of the talisman. Now, everyone, except 1 was asleep.
The elder sighs tiredly, ready for sleep. He was thinking about what is right or wrong. After 7 and the twins left the Sanctuary when they cannot stand 1's rule, and 1 sended 2 out to "scout", the elder reflected his actions of his leadership within his heart.
He thought to himself... I know what's right... But will nightmares and darkness consume me? What is the become of me? Am I cursed by evil... Or to be trusted from the good? Will any of the prediction of my fate will turn for the good or the worst.
The stitchpunk breathed out, felt his heart cold and full of hatred against the Scientist. All he did was to protect his kind from any danger out in the Emptiness unfastened his cape, ready to go to bed.
As 1 walked on his way to his room, everything went pitch black. 1 couldn't see anything. He started to breathe in and out in horror. He couldn't see a thing that leads his path to his room. As he continued to walk, he didn't feel any interior or his bed. 1 still kept walking around wherever he is that is pitch black.
1 realized he wasn't in his Sanctuary. He appears in the dark void.
Now 1 fears what his fate will decide. Will his fate turned for the good or the worst beyond his ways of his leadership?
"What is this monstrosity?!" The stitchpunk questions in a lower exclaim.
1 then gasps at now has appeared. Red smoke and aura comes swirling and weaving through around him. 1 looks around with terror.
He appears at the first void. The Void of the Hell.
1 looked around the place, full of crimson aura and smoke. The void was dark and bloody red. Then, a red glow appears in the stitchpunk's chest, into his heart. 1 looks down at his glowing chest, appearing that the glow represents his heart were to filled with hatred, and his actions were to hurt 2 and probably 7 and the twins. That was 1 starting to fear what his fate will be.
Then, the aura started to swirl as 1 turns to the magic. The aura then transforms into a God-like man. This God is actually a spirit. The spirit's eyes turned to the glowing golden eyes. The eyes of evil and anger.
He is the Spirit of Evil, that predicts danger on what's become of many.
1 looks at the God in the eyes, terrorized by how this spirit could tell of his fate that could turn for the worst of all. The stitchpunk's heart sped up, and breathes out from all fears he faced.
"...Who are you?" 1 asked the spirit "...And what do you want?"
"I," the Spirit of Evil spoke in a booming, God-like voice "... amst the Spirit of Evil, the God of Hell. Thou art to face the dangers that thou will face of thoust own leadership."
"You..." 1 whimpered, desperate to know his fate. "...here to tell my fate upon my actions? And my own leadership? Will the worst come upon me? I tried to protect everyone from what dangers the Emptiness lies. Some of the others wouldn't listen to me... What comes upon me? What is my fate? Wouldn't turn to my own fate as in danger?"
"Thou," the God spoke. "... Thoust actions of locking the innocents away in thoust Sanctuary, left them to danger. The beast remains alive, the machines must be destroyed. Some left to risk their souls to do what is right, and thou sented an innocent to his deathly fate."
1, then knew already what is coming upon him.
"Look," the stitchpunk attempts to convince the spirit "you don't understand. I kept everyone safe, and some others wouldn't listen. Some left, and I sented to out to scout. And I tried everything to protect others. I told them defeating the beast are the sign of danger. I told them the Emptiness is dangerous. The Scientist made a terrible mistake with the others. After the war, everything has been awry, and the others wouldn't listen to my rules."
1 waited for the God to speak, wanting to know his exact fate.
"Your heart," the spirit point at 1's glowing chest, growing more crimson in his heart. 1 looks down at the glow in his heart as the God continues "...Consumed by hatred. Thou will face of dangers of your fate of damnation. Thou will face the evils of consequences of life and death."
1 shakes his head, not believing what he's hearing. "No..." He whispered.
The God continued to explain "...Thou will face the fears of thoust own nightmares of hatred and death. No innocent individuals should be locked away when urgent attention is to be done. No individual should be sented to their demise."
1 looks at the spirit with fear in his eyes. The elder could feel his heart ache from fear. The red glow in his chest rose up, and 1 looks down at the pulsing glow in his chest.
"One way to stop this fate..." The spirit attempt to suggest to 1 as the elder looks up at him. "...Thou will take an offensive against the beasts. From thoust cold heart, thou will find ways to help the others to bring the world peace. Thou must be careful of what thoust actions will affect the world and your kind."
The aura smoke begins to spread, forming the hands of evil spirits. They look like children-like creatures in the depths of Hell. 1 looks at the auras, fearing the worst will come to him.
"...Are these creatures yours?" 1 asked the God.
The spirit responded "...They art the creature of my wrath. Appear to remove your cursed hatred aura in your heart, until you learn to do what's right for everyone and the world."
The wraths of the God started to turn and swirl around 1 as the stitchpunk looks around to them. One hand of the wrath was facing 1 and the blood-red glow in his chest. The elder looked at the hand with fear, knowing what this creature will do to him.
The wrath then grew thiner as it flew into 1's chest, through his heart. The wrath then took the glowing aura from 1's heart. 1 felt his chest filling up with aura powers. He can even feel his throat getting stuck within the wrath's arms. 1 felt his chest increasing pain, and the creature slowly flew out of him.
1 gasped air, placing a hand on his chest and fell to his knees, coughing harshly. 1 then begins to breathe for air, and the pain in his chest was going from painful to calming down as he places his hand where his heart, feeling the soring pain there as it skips a violent beat, until it becomes calm.
"Thou will understand the rights and wrongs of everything. Thou hadst lived in hatred far too long, and thou will never change for how thou art." The spirit of Hell says to 1. The elder fiercely looked up at him, angerly not wanting to accept the fate he has given. His anger boiled.
"Leave me alone, you foolish loathsome!" 1 demanded.
Horrified at his words, the spirit God turns from his firmliness to his roaring anger. 1 felt shocked after what he said to him about his fate, now fearing the God will kill him.
The spirit roared with anger like a beast and strikes down to the elder stitchpunk.
"Ah!" 1 screamed out, braces himself to his demise, but until then, the God disappeared as everything, the creatures, wraths and the red aura was gone.
1 isn't dead. He wasn't killed.
1 was breathing in and out as he looks around, relieved that he isn't dead. As he got up, looked around, everything was black again.
"...Dear Lord..." 1 said to himself with relief.
The stitchpunk then tries to figure out how to get out of the void. But then... Everything in the background started changing different colors again, this time, more calming.
The aura was blue, and everything was beautiful. 1 looked around at everything in the calming void, pillars formed, stair walkways and a throne full of vines formed as well.
This was the Void of the Heavens.
The sky was blue of the night with stars, and the there around the aura was filled with small waterfalls and rivers in the fountains.
1 breathes with fascination how beautiful it is, until he heard a singing voice of a young girl, an angelic Goddess-like voice.
1 begin to walk by the stairs to the throne as blue aura transforms a wavy hair, blue angel-like dress, flower crown with roses and wings. It was a young spirit angel woman. Her eyes glowed a light blue eyes, a much more calming and beautiful, like an enchantress as she sat upon her throne.
She was the Spirit of the Good, a Goddess then helps and predicted what good in many is recommended.
1 gazes into her eyes...
She was so beautiful...
The elder cleared his throat and asks the spirit maiden "...Your... Grace? Are you the Spirit of the Heavens?"
"...Thou may call me, the Spirit of the Good." The Goddess responded. "I amst here to help."
1 looks at the maiden, urgent to have help to change his fate. He remembered the red aura in his heart that was removed from his chest by the Spirit of Evil's wrath creatures. He had to do something to change.
"...To help me change my terrible fate?" 1 asked the spirit woman "...All I did was to protect my kind. I sended one of them.. out to their fate. Some left, they wouldn't listen to my warnings. I've been harsh by my hatred against the Scientist. These machines were the cause because of the Chancellor and him, possible that he created the machines in the first place. All of my kind was to never leave my Sanctuary, until some left, and I sended one of them out to die. I know what's right. Is there something you can do to change?"
The Goddess slowly gets up from her throne, then floated to face 1, giving him a smile, proceeding to help him.
"... Thou may be a leader to your own kind," she said to him "but the only way to make things right is to take an offensive against the machines."
1 attempts to scold at her by her words about her suggestion, but stops at what she's pointing out.
He sighs, and added to her "...My heart was filled with hatred... The red aura was taken by the spirit's wrath at the depths of Hell."
The Goddess became silent at the stitchpunk's words. She sighs and summons a light blue glow with her hands.
"Thou might have a cold heart," the maiden says "but with this glow, your heart will grow into what becomes better for thou. What hopes thou will receive how to survive thoust long living, along with thoust people."
Then the aura grows into blue angels. 1 looks at them, they all look like teens, children, and babies, and they all wore white robes and halos. He assumes all of the angels are the spirit of the Good's children.
One boy spirit angel child flew to the Goddess as she gives the blue glow to the child's palm.
The little angel flew down slowly to 1 as he gazed into the little kid. The child smiles at the elder stitchpunk as he slowly tosses the glow to the ragdoll.
The glow flew and inserted into 1's chest, into his heart. 1 looks down at his chest as the blue glow pulses in his heart. 1 breathed. It is not painful than the first time the wrath's removes the red aura form his heart.
1 can feel his heart calming down by it's glow, representing what good will be in him by it's blue glow in the elder's heart.
1 looks at the angel child, and the little one giggled, flew to his chest, pressing himself against him in a hug, feeling the elder's heartbeat calming down. 1 smiles at him, and held him close. The child giggled and separates himself from the stitchpunk and flew back to the angel group. They all looked at him, smiling. He gave that smile back.
The Goddess gazed down at the stitchpunk, nodding with delight.
1 looks at the maiden, frowning, not knowing what to say, and whispers "... T-thank you, your G-grace."
The angel spirit nods, and then summons her blue harp.
She says to 1 "...Thou will understand... Thou cannot keep the others away, when the urgent attention to battle is needed against the beast."
1 frowns even more, and asks her "...Bu-... How are we supposed to protect ourselves?"
"Survival to drive the evils away." The maiden spoke. "...thou will learn the life on your world is now your kind. Thou will understand... Tips of protecting thoust lives."
The Goddess then strummed her harp, playing a peacefully and calm melody.
She even starts to sing along with the melody in a Latin language... 1 watched her sing for a moment, and this is what she sanged.
"Lu lu lu luuuu, lu lu luuuu, lu lu lu...
Vana tunsa ab odio lassescit et frigescit.
(Thoust vains grow weary and cold from hatred.)
Veniet lumen ad abluendas molestias tuas...
(The light will come to wash thoust troubles away...)
Dehinc bonum in animo reperire audebis.
(From here, thou will venture to find the good in thoust soul.)
Deducent te spiritus ut lucem invenias.
(The spirits will guide you to find the light...)
Lu lu lu luuuu, lu lu luuuu, lu lu lu..."
As the Goddess finished the melody, 1 never knew how fascinating and beautiful the language the spirit sanged. But at the same time, he felt how he is going to do according to his predicted fate. 1 sighed, and the Goddess bowed to him.
Everything, even the children angels and the Goddess herself starting to disappear.
1 gasped, and once again, everything went black. But soon, when 1 was looking around for a way out of the void, everything started to go back to the way it is.
1 was back in the Sanctuary.
The elder then falls to the floor. He got up by his feet, stumbling and blindly. Everything was dead silent. 1 realized he is back home. He remembered what the spirits told him about his fate. 1's heart did grew cold, but after it's filled with the chance of finding ways to do what's right.
But the truth is...
1's fear of everyone, except 8 determining to defeat the beast, it will result of everyone breaking his rules. He also fears of the end of his life and leadership. 1 pants slowly and turns at 6's drawing of the Cat Beast on the other side of the room, knowing his anxiety about his fate.
1 now starts to feel pain in his chest. He clutched his heart and fell his side. 1 winced and tries his best to breathe. 1 begins to crawl, tried with all his might to regain his strengths, going through his chest pain. He tried getting to his throne, but instead, crawled towards the wall next to his seat.
1 breathes out in pain as his chest still sores. His heart was going from being sore to try to get it to calm down.
1 got up at his feet, his knees going numb. 1 clutched his chest, feeling his vibrating heart going on and off, pain to trying to calm down. The elder breathed harshly, that he fell to his knees again.
1 looked at the wall of the church, and started to get up. He walked towards the wall and slammed himself in the back against it, breathing for air while closing his eyes. His chest rose and fell from all the breathing. 1 tried his best to go through the pain in his chest, but it was difficult for him to breathe better.
1 started to calm down, and his breathing calmed down. The pain in his chest seemed to ease, but his heart sored a bit. Until the stitchpunk started to inaudibly hear what he has never heard before, the thumping, ticking noise, and seemed to kinda eased him a bit. It was a bit calming and much similar to match what he felt in his chest.
1 started to hear heartbeats.
Then he started to think and now realized, from what he starts to remember. In his heart, used to be cold, and fill up with hatred to his creator, and thought about his actions as leader. He also thinked about what good can he do what's right.
1 then know now. All what's given in him becomes the beat of his heart he hears. He can hear his own heart.
1 closes his eyes, and slid down to the floor, sitting while having the pain weaving in his chest. He groans weakly, and inaudibly continues to hear to his own heart beating.
The beating of his heart he hears was calming him down and eased his worries and fears. 1 breathed slowly, and felt his chest calming down.
1 begins to calm down by the inaudible sound of his own heartbeat from the silent of his Sanctuary. The sound begins to lull him to sleep. 1 places his hand on his chest in the place where his heart beats, calming and soothing, and he felt more comfortable listening to his own heart beating to ease his pain and fears.
It was... Beautiful, to say the least.
1 began to fall asleep, breathing slowly, letting his inaudible heartbeat put him to his slumber.
Then, 8 came in the throne room, seeing 1 asleep while sitting next to him throne against the wall.
8 was clueless what 1 has been through as leader. He thought that he was hurt or sick. 8 then walks over to the leader, picks him up close to him and escorts him to his bed.
8 then settled 1 on his bed, removing his ppe hat to his side. His arms resting on his chest as the elder slept peacefully, and his breathing slowly and calming, and his chest was easing the pain.
Then 5 showed up out of his room to 1's room, curious what just 8 was doing to 1. 8's eyes where shot open, seeing the one-eyed stitchpunk up so late.
"8?" 5 asked. "What happened? Is 1 okay?"
"I don't friggin' know. what happened to him. He might've dozed off on the floor or somethin'." 8 replied to the stitchpunk, and 5 walked in over to the sleeping elder, worrying if something happened to him.
"Anyways," 8 added. "I'ma go to bed."
As 8 walked on his way to his room to get ready for bed, 5 looks at him, curiously at what's happened. 5 then looks at 1, sleeping. He places his hand on the elder's forehead to see if he has a high temperature, but it felt at a normal state. 5 then places his hand on 1's chest, checking for any sign of his heart rate. His chest was warm, and the one-eyed felt 1's heart beating calmly.
5 sighed in relief, glad 1 is okay. Just as 5 was about to leave the room, 1 slowly opened his eyes, seeing 5 checking over him.
"5..." 1 whispered 5's name in his sleep.
5 turns to him, seeing 1 is half-awake.
"... Please do not worry over me. I'll be fine." The elder requested the young man.
5 sighs deeply and replied "...I was just checking if you're okay. You probably need to get some sleep."
1 nods slowly. After 5 left the room, 1 starts to think about what he receives by his fate in two of the voids. The God of Evil and the Goddess of the Good had given him what is required to escape his dreadful fate. His heart would've taken it, and he got it by what's given to him.
1 then falls asleep, awaiting to hear another one of his heartbeat to ease all of his fears and pain.
He awaits for everything to ease his fears of his dreadful fate...
It will be of what becomes of him as leader of his kind, the stitchpunks...
It will be his destiny... Forevermore on what is become of him.
It will be his fate...
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This fanfic is written back in December 2021 days before Christmas.
I've had much fun writing stitchpunk 1 fanfics since having them in DeviantArt and Wattpad and had much fun writing all the 9 fanfics :3
Celestial-Rainstorm, the one who wrote 9 The Savior Returns and an artist on DeviantArt has alot of beautiful fanarts, artworks and fanfics 3 I've gotten myself inspired by her that I joined to write and draw 9 fanarts and fanfics to be joining the 9 fandom! :D!!!
I had started drawing illustrations of her fanfic 9TSR (I am going to be drawing all the chapters ), and y'all can check it out here: https//supershadowsilver/gallery/83819324/stories-and-fanfic-illustrations
Enjoy! ;)
Stitchpunk 1-8 and 9 belongs to Shane Acker, Tim Burton, Timur Bekmambetov and Focus Features
The Spirits of Good and Evil and story belongs to me (SuperShadowSilver)
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