Title: His mission

After The BRAIN is destroyed, the world begins to settle once more, everything heals and life begins to grow. One of the fallen gets a second chance to revive what was lost in battle. But can he succeed?

I Still Own Nothing!

_-_-_Part 6: Found_-_-_

5 was once again sitting outside of the makeshift shelter that he and the twins put together hours ago. They had just gotten back after the terrifying ordeal with the spider machine. He spent about twenty minutes sewing up 3 and making sure that the stitches weren't too tight or too loose, and now both of the twins were inside resting while 5 stayed on a lookout position.

This time it was much easier to stay awake. 5 knew that after the encounter with the mechanical beast he wouldn't be able to fall asleep even if he tried. The red eyes of the machine struck something in him as he remembered the fierce red glow of the Fabrication machine's eye right before his soul was captured.

Even though his thoughts were with the attack, his mind soon wondered from his original thought. He began to think about 6. He knew that was the other, there was no way it could be anyone else. Every few minutes he would question what he saw, thinking that maybe he was just overly tired, but he knew that wasn't the case as 3 and 4 both saw him too.

Sighing he leaned back against the pile of rubble and leaned his head against the cylinder that was propped up next to him. He would just stay still, listening to the sounds that the night made. He was surprised; the night seemed so much more peaceful now that the battle with the Fabrication machine was over. He was so used to the night being filled with the sounds of gears, steam, and warfare, that this new environment scared him. It was too quiet, and in 5's mind that meant that there was something out there.

Looking to the cylinder he picked the meter off of it. It lit up as he held it and he could see that the other four souls were where they were before, but one was closer.

"6…" he said softly and looked at the location of the soul before pulling out the map and looking at it. If he was looking at it correctly, then 6 wasn't that far off from where they were staying now. 5 wanted to go looking for him, but couldn't risk leaving 3 and 4 on their own. He knew it wouldn't be smart to go blindly into the night like this, especially since he was sure that they hadn't seen the last of the machines. Besides, without the physical body finding the soul would be useless.

Instead he tried to pass the time thinking about what he had seen. Before the war with the machine had ended, 6 was always by himself. 5 tried to stay around him while he sketched out pictures of the 'source'. He was there often for that reason as 2 always studied the artist's pictures. 5 knew the other had visions, but never knew how accurate they were. 9 did, and 5 envied him. He was able to see something that he couldn't.

Normally he would make a joke about his eye when he could, especially since this seemed to relate to it, but now he felt jealous. For the most part, 6 was alone, most didn't think to take him seriously. 5 felt, that maybe he should have tried harder to be there for him.

6 came after 5. 5 was older than 6. The older stitchpunks always helped the younger ones as if they were close brothers, 8 being an exception as he was mostly under 1, and didn't pay much mind to the others. 5 knew that 6 should have had someone close to him; he always seemed to try to reach the others through his drawings.

Looking down he put down the meter and put a hand over the patch covering his left eye socket. He felt happy that he would be able to help 6, just like he always should have when they first met, but at the same time he felt as though he should have protected him more. Protected him from 1's harsh words, from 8 always taking away his picture and from the criticism he faced with the others thinking about the artist and his odd habits.

Getting up 5 stretched his arms. He didn't get much sleep and he hoped he could keep his head up during the day. Now that they found one of the souls the hard part would be coming up; finding the body. He looked around and saw the lower sky; it was starting to glow around the horizon and knew that the sun would soon be rising. Moving to go sit next to 3 and 4 he laid down, it wouldn't hurt to try and sleep for awhile.

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Soon it was bright out; the sun was up though clouds had made their way over the sky, showing that it might start raining soon. The three stitchpunks had long left their little camp site in search for the bodies or more souls.

On occasion they would stop to see where they were. They looked over the map and found that they weren't that far from the old burnt down cathedral. They decided to stop there before they went on, 5 looked at the meter and looked to the map, and it seemed one of the souls would be in there and another was close by.

After walking for hours they finally reached their destination. A cold wind blew past them and 5 shivered, there was something eerie about being here again. When they got close enough they heard the sound of humming, it sounded familiar, and soon after that there was another familiar sound, this time in the form of actual words.

'Would you stop that infernal racket?!' The voice yelled to the humming sound, which abruptly stopped after the yell.

'Can't….I…I-I can't…coming, their coming…'

'Who is coming? I never understood a single thing to ever leave your mind. Either you shut your mouth or leave. At least you can!'

'B-but ….they are coming…3…4…and 5!'

'Nonsense, now I know you're cracked, you know 5 is gone, just like us.'

'H-he isn't…they must be close…t-they just have to come…come closer.'

'I give up! No sense in getting caught up in your useless banter.'

The twins looked to each other and then to 5, questioning what they just heard. 5 smiled and shook his head, looking to them he nodded, even if the other voices didn't say who they were, they all recognized 1 and 6.

"It looks like we found them…" He said and moved to start walking to the cathedral to look around. 3 and 4 somewhat rushed ahead to scout out the area and record anything that interested them. But 5 stayed behind them as they went off. He wanted to find the voices too, but it would be hard to go through most places from the debris of the burnt down building. The twins would have no problem getting past most of it, but 5 had the cylinder, making it difficult for him to get past most of the damaged building.

5 looked around, this place always held a special place with him. It was the first place that they all went to, to hide from the war. It was where he got the chance to really connect with the other stitchpunks, minus 1 and 8 of course. It was the place where 2 had fixed his eye, and though the memory was painful, he knew that it was one of his most treasured.

He could remember it clearly; 2's gentle hands, sewing up the damaged area, the way that he made sure that he wasn't in pain even thought the procedure was extremely painful. He spent so much time in pain in this building, but at the same time he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He remembered it all; even down to him getting use to the lack of depth perception, and eventually, his mind went back to 2.

All of his memories of the elder stitchpunk were here, from all the inventions they put together to the memories he had spending time with him. 2 was the only one who was ever concerned for him, and he hoped that with the discovery of the souls being so close, 2 would turn up soon as well.

For now he couldn't concern himself with 2, even though he would have liked to. If 1 was inside just like he heard, this might become difficult. The first stitchpunk's pride would be hard to get by, and even though he had the chance to truly help the other, he had no idea if he would actually accept the help he had to offer.

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Part 6 done.

Sorry for the short chapter! It's not as long as the other parts but I couldn't think of much else to write for this chapter and didn't want to go on without ideas because I didn't want to end up writing anything that came into my head and make it sloppy. I meant to post this on Thursday but my computer was giving me trouble with it .

Thank you to all who have read and reviewed my story! Your reviews are what inspire me to keep going, thanks so much! I hope you enjoyed this addition to the story and also hope that you'll come back to read the next part when it's posted whenever I get the chance ^^;