Ok, it's time to get the new set of stitches here! I will give brief explanations of them, but I drew all of them out already and you can go see them now on my deviantart. I have the same name there so it should be easy.
CHAPTER 21: KEYBOARD KEYS
9 awoke to complete darkness, but more importantly, complete silence. The candles had died down but the machine must have given up it's search. For a while 9 just lay there, unmoving. Then he remembered how much they had to do, and so he turned on his new lightstaff. The arrival of light back into the room eventually woke all the others up. Dylan was the last to awake, but the first to speak,
"Okay, if everyone is well rested, we can get started."
The group broke up into smaller teams to divide the work. 2, 5, and the twins gathered the correct materials, then showed Dylan the process of making a stitchpunk. 6 was going over the first blueprint, explaining to Dylan the process of the soul transfer. 9 could see that Dylan was having trouble understanding 6's awkward speech, so he and 7 helped explain. 6 knew what parts of Dylan's soul would be used in each stitch, and therefore knew a little about each stiches supposed personality. 1 and 8 supervised, since there didn't seem to be anything else to do. Both Dylan and 9 questioned 6 about the life purposes of each stitch, but 6 claimed that he only knew what he had written on the blueprints. After going comletely over the materials and blueprint for the first stitch, Dylan asked a very important question,
"So what do I name them? Surely I can't number them the same as you."
The group discussed for a moment, asking Dylan if he would use the letters of the human alphabet or give them human names, but nothing seemed to click. He couln't write their names for there was no ink to be found in the underground. Eventually though, he had an idea, and ran into one of the back tunnels. He returned with a large, cube-like object. When 9 asked what it was Dylan answered,
"It's my old computer, I had used it to write little stories and stuff."
Dylan turned the object towards the stitches,
"See the keyboard? At the very top there are keys F1 through F12. I can use those to name the new set. All I have to do is attach the keys to them. There will even be an extra two keys left, so you guys can give them to any other unnamed stitches you come across."
Dylan went over some of the other keys like dash, asterix, and shift. They did sound like good names for any other stiches they came across, and who knows, maybe Dylan wouldn't be killed by the talisman. Perhaps he could create as many as he wanted. Now that the problem of naming was solved, the group was ready to get to work on the first stitch, F1. In the past the greatest tols to the stitches seemed to be things like weapons and inventions needed to survive, but at this moment the two most important things in the world to them were a needle and thread. They watched optics wide as Dylan worked. In life there was purpose, and Dylan's was to create.
(A/N: I actually do believe that my life purpose is to create, which is partially why I'm writing this story.)