Chapter 4- 9 POV
I opened my optics. Creator- what happened? I rolled over on my side. Uncle 2 was sleeping next to me.
"How long was I out?" I asked him.
"About 5 days." He answered drowsily. He then got up and farted. I waited until my uncle left the room to go on my computer. I went on google and searched winged beast bite. It took me to a site about stitchpunk illness. Something popped up, asking me what I needed help with. It was a multiple choice thing. The choices were headache, cold, I want to find out what's wrong with the chansellor, or beast bite. It asked if I was in pain. I clicked no. It asked if I ever connected souls with another stitchpunk. I looked around to see if anyone was around yes. It became a whole conversation between me and the site:
"There's no need to lie."
"I really did connect souls."
"You can tell me. I'm a mechanic."
"Okay."
"You're kidding me. Loser!"
The site closed out. An IM window opened. It was from someone named PROF6. It said not to look for him, and that he would find me. Then it said PROF6 added me as a friend. I closed out the IM window and went online to look for an affordable vehicle. It asked how much I had to spend. I typed in $300. All that came up was the toyota crapcase. It looked like an old roller skate, but it was rusty and old and hacked together. I clicked on the video, to see it drive. Instead, a small gray and white stitch punk came up in the video window.
"Hello 9." he said. "My name is Professor 6. Your powers are growing. But you can't control them. As I said before, I'll find you- don't look for me. Learn to use your abilities." There was static in between.
"Learn to fly."
Static.
"Because you don't need-"
Static.
"Soul connection-"
Static.
"Squatting on a glass table-"
Static.
"Two girls-"
Static.
"One cup-"
Static.
"You know what to do."
