The Artist's Insomnia Final
The Artist's Insomnia Final by ~merrypsimon
In the days that passed 5 eventually sewed 6s ripped number onto his back once more and repaired all injures 6 had acquired from his fall off the machine. Since it still hurt to walk, 6 mostly stayed in his room, playing with the music player and drawing pictures. Unfortunately, 6 still refused to sleep, but the fight was becoming a lost cause. It had been almost two weeks since the artist had last slept. Which was why he wasnt getting any better or recovering very well. 5 decided it was time to talk to the stitchpunk about his sleepless habits.
6? 5 asked, walking into 6s room. He saw 6 on the floor, drawing with a slowed pace.
Hi 5 6 said, his voice still soft from being out in the cold. 5 walked over to 6, noticing the music player next to him. 5 took a seat in front of 6s picture.
6, I have a question for you 5 said quietly.
What is it? 6 asked, looki
The Artist's Insomnia pt 12
The Artist's Insomnia pt 12 by ~merrypsimon
It seemed hours since anybody had spoken. 3 and 4 had since went ahead of the rest of them, taking advantage of a chance to explore.
Oh creator! Ive never had to rest this much before! 2 exclaimed, sitting down on a piece of rubble. 5 sat away from the rest of them, lost deep in worried thoughts. Why hadnt 6 simply told him he wanted to look for his music box? Why would 6 go out into the emptiness alone?
5? 9 asked, pulling 5 out of his deep thoughts.
Yes? 5 asked quietly. 9 looked at him with concern. 9 took a seat next to the engineer.
Well find him 9 said confidently, putting a comforting hand on 5s shoulder.
But what if we dont? 5 asked.
But nothing. Well find him 9 assured him.
But what if .what if hes hurt? 5 asked worriedly.
Then well bring him back and fix him up 9 s
The Artist's Insomnia pt 11
The Artist's Insomnia pt 11 by ~merrypsimon
6 blinked slowly, trying to focus on getting to his destination. Getting to his music. It had been so long since hed heard it. Maybe he really had forgotten it. Maybe hed forgotten everything about it. But he couldnt turn back now. If he did, things would never be the same. Hed never be able to live with himself again, hed never be able to sleep again. This was something that had to be done. Even if it killed him. As he walked farther and farther away from the life he knew, a small box came into view.
My music! 6 exclaimed, using a sudden bolt of energy to get to the small box. Once he reached the box, he slowly crept up to it. Taking in each and every detail. The box was rather small, it was carved out of a Mahogany wood. Along the sides some small pictures and runes were caved along it. 6 walked around the box, tracing his nibbed fingers along the sides taking in every detail on it, including the sm
The Artist's Insomnia pt 10
The Artist's Insomnia pt 10 by ~merrypsimon
Where would he go? she asked as she took one of the spears being thrown to the group.
It has to be somewhere of significance. He wouldnt just run off to run off 2 explained.
No hed never just run away everything has to have a meaning to 6 5 said as the group made their way out of the weapons area.
But 6 has hardly ever been outside. How would anything be significant to him? 7 asked, taking the first steps out of the protection of the cathedral and into the emptiness.
Wait 9 said as he turned on his light staff
What? 5 asked, turning around to face his friend.
You said something about 6 9 said, trying to remember the conversation theyd had almost a week and a half ago.
I always talk about 6 5 said, unsure why 9 was bringing up something that seemed irrelevant.
Not like this .last week, when 7 brought him up to the watchtow
The Artist's Insomnia pt 9
The Artist's Insomnia pt 9 by ~merrypsimon
Early the next morning 9, 5, and 2 were working on yet another project.
Im going to go check on 6 5 said, leaving the workshop and making his way to 6s room.
6? 5 asked quietly as he opened the door. With no response, 5 silently cheered, impressed that hed gotten 6 to sleep.
6? 5 asked again. Still no response. 5 walked over to 6s bed and sat on the edge of it.
6? How are you doing this morning? 5 asked, expecting a grunt or moan of sorts. But there was nothing.
Are you mad at me? 5 asked putting his hand on what he thought was 6s shoulder.
What the . 5 trailed off, as he pulled the covers back, revealing an empty bed.
Oh no 5 trailed off uneasily. 5 bolted to the bucket elevator and made his way back down to 2s workshop. Breathing heavily as he rushed in. 9 and 2 looked up, confused by 5s behavior.
The Artist's Insomnia pt 8
The Artist's Insomnia pt 8 by ~merrypsimon
6 was dying. He was dying inside and out. Hed lost almost all sense of reality. The sleep deprivation had gotten to him. Gotten to him and destroyed him. A week. It had been a week since hed last slept. A week since hed last shut his optics and floated away from the horrors of reality. As he promised, he hadnt left his room since 5 had last saw him. That was two days ago. Oh he tried to sleep, hoping 5 would come back faster, but it was hopeless. Hed tossed and hed turned. It was torture. Like hed forgotten how to sleep.
Ugh! 6 groaned frustrated, crumpling up his current drawing into a ball and throwing it across the room. It landed in a pile of other crumpled up drawings. He was so tired. He was irritable, and everything seemed forced. Even drawing seemed forced.
I cant take it anymore! Why did you take my music? 6 asked angrily, crumpling up another drawing.
The Artist's Insomnia pt 7
The Artist's Insomnia pt 7 by ~merrypsimon
What? 6s head snapped up.
I said Im almost done stitching up your wrist for you. 5 repeated, looking up at 6 with worry.
Oh 6 trailed off, lowering his head again.
6? Is something wrong? 5 asked. 6 snapped his head up again
No he lied, hoping 5 wouldnt figure him out.
Why 6? Why this of all things? Why would you do this 5 asked himself, studying the deep cuts on 6s wrists. 6s head was bowed low, and his optics were distant, like he was sleeping with his them open.
There 5 said, biting off the remainder thread on 6s wrist.
Huh? he asked, looking around he saw 5 kneeling on the ground, needle in one hand, his wrist in the other.
What are you doing!? 6 exclaimed, pulling his unmended arm away from 5.
6 your going to rip- 5 heard the sound of ripping. The fabric on 6s arm ripping.
The Artist's Insomnia pt 6
The Artist's Insomnia pt 6 by ~merrypsimon
It was late into the night. 5 tossed and turned as he tried hopelessly to sleep. Finally deciding his efforts were futile, he sat up, knowing exactly what he had to do. 5 begun to make the long walk up to the attic where 6s quarters were. Thinking all the while. Why had he never moved up there with 6? How come he slept so far away from the person he cared about most? Finally reaching 6s door, he sighed, then lightly pushed the door open. 6 sat on the floor, drawing in a precise manner, a mess of papers and ink circled around him.
Look who decided to show his face around here.
Hi 6 5 said nervously. Unsure of what 6 might do or say.
Just leave me alone 6 sighed heavily, trying to ignore the voice.
Look .Im really sorry about earlier 5 trailed off, struggling to say what he meant.
Youre not angry? Your not angry that I was right?
Dont even bother.