We finished today the designs for 9. I left little notes on the back of what 9 should know before I give the last ounce of my soul to it. When we finished I expected 0 to leave immediately but when I opened the window for her to leave she never stepped a foot outside. She watched my spirit being sucked from my body. How horrific that must have been to see.
She waited for me to finish. I turned around with the doll in my hand and she was still there, on the windowsill. I was afraid that if I acknowledged her she would leave so I went about my work to wake up 1. It was fairly easy and when I did he hopped immediately out of my hands demanding that I let him go.
When 1 saw 0 he stopped immediately and just stared. I wonder what went through his mind.
The first thing 0 said to him was, "What's wrong with you?"
At first 1 said nothing. He took his staff I laid on my desk for him and walked with it to 0, set the tip of the curled end on her shoulder and forced her forward to have a look on her back.
"Zero," was all he said.
"Cero! Geeze! You could have asked!"
"You could have lied." 1 claimed.
That was the start of their "friendship" if that's what you could call a relationship like that. I explained to 1 his name but he didn't seem to care for anything I had to say. His focus was solely on 0.
At some point 0 and 1 went on a walk while I finished the body of 2 and started on 3 and 4. They didn't come back for several hours and that was only because 0 dragged him back to my workspace.
"We should take cover! Somewhere safer than here!"
"There is nowhere safer, you idiot!"
1 was appalled by this nickname and the fight ensued. Eventually they more or less agreed on one thing, they shouldn't go out too far from the sights of their comrades and friends.
When 1 wasn't listening 0 started complaining about how much of a coward he was. "He can't protect us! So I'm not staying here."
"But Cero, someone has to lead them."
"If they want to follow a coward they can, otherwise the others will slowly break away."
"They won't have anywhere to go."
"That's not my problem." And with that last word 0 left us.
The Scientist didn't feel the need to hide his journal but he did anyway. 2 ran around the workshop, gathering anything he could find and made something with them. 1 had his cowardice and 2 had his creativity and his need to invent new things. What would 3 and 4 be like?
