Who's Ben
Chapter 2: Number 10
I still don't own 9, 7, 3, or 4!
A/N: I'm sorry for all the grammatical errors in the first chapter. I will try to do better this time.
Slowly, 10 got to his feet. He curiously observed his hand's motions, much like 9 did when he first woke up. After a while, he realized his chest was open and he proceeded to close up his the snaps, but he left the top one open. "Huh... Never thought I'd wake up someplace as dingy as this." He surveyed the library. "Sup, dudes?"
"Dudes?" 7 whispered as she glanced at 9, confused.
"What? Can't talk?" 10 shoved his hands into his pockets. "I know I'm more advanced than you guys, but did the Creator really forget to give you voice boxes?"
"You're more advanced than us?" 9 asked as he approached the blue stitchpunk. "How?"
"Uh, I dunno." He slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets. "Five fingers instead of four," his eyes zoomed in and out like a camera, "awesome zoomy eyes," he stroked his bushy, blond 'hair', "and not to mention, the best hair-doo ever." He crossed his arms haughtily. "Not that you guys aren't cool, too. I like those little dudes. They're all mysterious with the hoods and stuff." 9 and 7 looked at the twins then back at each other.
"Right..." 7 started, "But, um... what are you made of?" She poked 10's arm.
"That's an easy one. Denim. It's durable, you know." He struck a couple tough poses. "What are you made of? Looks like potato sacks to me."
"Don't be ridiculous. We aren't made of potato sacks. We're made of burlap." She pulled at 9's 'skin'. "It's durable, too."
"Really? I didn't know that." 10 tapped 9 who stepped away angrily.
"Well... now that we got to know each other," 9 began, "we can-
"We didn't get to know each other yet. I told you about me. What about you?" 10 looked at him expectantly.
"Yeah... I'm 9, as you can see from the giant 9 on my back. And this is 7." She waved nervously at 10. "And those two over there are 3 and 4. They're the ones who can't speak." The twins, who had took to hiding behind the book again after 10 awoke, hustled over to him and started cataloging. They lifted his arms and flashed their lights into his eyes.
"Whoa! Cool it!" 10 waved his arms to ward the twins off and stood in a karate position. "What are they doing?"
"They catalogue things. That's how they learn. They did the same thing to me." He pointed at 10, silently instructing the twins to continue what they had started.
"That's a little weird."
10 allowed them to do their thing and when they finished, they scurried off to the back of the library. "Alrighty then." He glanced at 9 and 7 who were holding hands, once again staring at the portrait. "Ooooohh. You guys like each other? Ha ha..."
"What?" They blurted out in unison.
"What are you talking about?" 9 asked shakily.
"You know what I mean." 10 leaned in and winked at him. "She's a nice catch, man. Hold onto her"
"Huh? Now I'm really lost." 9 scratched his head. Now that he thought about it, he did feel something when he was around 7. He didn't know what it meant. Holding hands was just an instinctive action that that went along with those feelings.
"Whatever, man." 10 shuffled off to the back with the twins.
7 worriedly stared at 9 who was standing silent, looking off into space. She let go of his hand and contemplated on the things that 10 had said. It didn't make sense. Did shelike 9? She didn't think of it in that way. Everything that occurred between them kind of just happened, she thought. She saved him and he saved her. Was this a reason like someone? What exactly is liking. She sauntered back with 10 and the twins, leaving 9 to contrive his own theories for his feelings.
I know this chapter is a little weird, but I'm stemming off the idea that the stitchpunks have emotions, they just don't understand them like humans do. It'll make sense later. I've gotta keep it a secret. XP
