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The First Stitchpunk Christmas by ~rukinosan



The first to awaken that day was 1. He drug himself to his throne and eased himself into a comfortable position. He let out a big sigh. Although waking up just moments ago he drifted back to sleep. 7 awoke soon after and saw 1 sleeping in his throne. She shook her head. She went inot her special room where she likes to practice her fighting skills. The twins usually slept in that room so when she entered they woke insantly and gave 7 her morning hug.

"Why don't you guys go outside and collect the trap at the door?" the twins smiled and nodded as they ran off. 2 walked past, watching 1 sleep momentarily and chuckled. He went into the medical room to check the supplies. There had been no injuries recently but just in case. He dusted off everything and straightened the room, because the twins often came into the room to catalogue the new things 5 and 9 finds in the emptiness for him. 5 entered the room soon after to help 2.

"What do we need today?" he asked.

"Hmm...I don't think we need anything today, I think we can all take a day off," 2 smiled.

"Let me go see if 9 is awake and we will go search for anything useful for the telescope,"

"The telescope? Is something wrong with it"

"Oh yeah, I've planned to attach a smaller one on the side, that can see farther than the larger one,"

"Always coming up with something new, you have real talent son," 2 said. 5 said goodbye and went off to get 9. He headed down the hall toward 9's room. He was looking at he plans for the attachment when he suddenly found himself on the ground. He sat up and rubbed his head.

"Ow..." he looked in front of him and saw 6 laying there, "6? are you ok?"

"My drawings!" 6 yelled. He sat up and was running around frantically. 5 was confused until he saw the reason. A breeze was somehow getting into 6's drawing room and blowing his pictures everywhere.

"I'll help you," 5 said. He picked up papers left and right, catching them mid-flight. He grabbed one and looked at it.

"Thank you," 6 smiled.

"6? Whats this?" 5 gave him the picture.

"It's a tree," 6 said. He motioned for 5 to follow him and walked out of the room. 5 walked with him down the hall into the room where the twins were. He showed them the picture and they looked at it curiously. They looked at each other and they ran off with the ipcture. 6 and 5 ran behind them. They found themselves in the library where they pulled out a book with the word 'Christmas'. The twins showed 6 and 5 the pictures. 9 walked sleepily past the room and saw them crowded around a book. He walked in and yawned.

"What's going on?" 9 asked. 5 turned and smiled.

"Come look 9!" 9 looked at the book, reading about the christmas time and what it meant and how it was celebrated.

"That sounds like fun!! Why don't we do it?" 9 asked them. The twins smiled widely and nodded. 6 laughed.

"What about 1?" 5 asked.

"What about him?"

"He will never approve of this,"

"So, we just have to get 7 and 2 to approve, and they would be out voted, then he would have no choice,"

"Ha! I guess not," 5 laughed. They ran off to find 7. She was still practicing.

"7!" 9 yelled. She stopped and looked up at them and smiled.

"You're finally awake," she giggled. They ran down to her and showed her the picture of the tree and what they wanted to do.

"Hmmm, sure it sounds alright. Plus it might make 1 mad, it serves him right for the way he treats us," she said. The twins hugged her.

"I'll go ask 2," 5 said as he ran off. The others began talking about what they were gonna do about a tree.

"We could make it out of scrap metal," 9 said. The twins shook their heads.

"We could umm..." 7 didn't know what to think.

"um.." 6 said softly.

"What is it 6?" 9 asked.

"Well, we could each have our own branch of the tree," he said. Everyone looked at him. He hung his head low.

"That sounds like a great idea," 7 said.

"When 5 comes back we should go out and collect some things for the tree," they waited there for 5 to come back, but he never did. They went to look for him in the obvious place, 2's room. He wasn't there. He wasn't in the watchtower or he medical room either.

"You know, I havn't seen 1 or 8 anywhere. Do you think they took him and locked him up or something?" 7 asked.

"Shhhh, listen," 9 said. A faint voice could be heard, it was 1, and he was mad. They could also hear 5 talking very faintly. They ran over to the source of the voices and saw 1 standing over 5, 5 on the ground. They ran over to him and helped him up.

"What did you do?" 9 asked. 1 frowned.

"I heard what you all were planning, it's a waste of time! Nothing good ever comes out of things like that," he yelled. The twins looked at each other again and four looked towards the wall, showing clips of A Christmas Carol. The others including 5 watched and laughed.

"It's just like 1, a grumpy, lonely old man," 7 said. 1 slammed his cane upon the ground.

"SILENCE! We will NOT be celebrating christmas!" 1 turned to 8, he saw the look upon his face, dissapointed and sad, "not you too!"

"We can have it with or without you!" 7 yelled as she stomped of complaining about how thick-headed he is. The other quicky followed her, 5 looked back to 1 for a quick second and looked back ahead. 1 was standing there, alone.

1 was sitting on his throne alone that day. He felt lonely and sad. He knew that the others had wanted him to be there with them, but he was afraid.

"What is they think of me as a weak leader if I went down there? I can't show any kind of weakness, I have to keep them safe. They aren't helping me by running around in the emptiness where the machines are running loose. Listen to me I'm talking to myself," he paced back and forth, growing agitated and wondering if the others were safe. He grabbed his cape, his hat and his staff and went looking for them around the building. He not only needed to find them to make sure they were safe, but he was afraid to be alone. He thought about what 4 had shown him and he realised he was just like Scrooge. A sad lonely man who didn't really care about anyone.but himself. He knew he was being selfish keeping them locked up all the time, not letting them experience the world, as dangerous as it was. He couldn't find anyone in the empty halls. He finally gave up and wandered aimlessly. He heard distant clicking adn brightened up a little. 3 and 4 came running down the hallway, but when they saw 1 they stopped. They looked at him.

"What?" 1 asked. They ran over to him and grabbed his hand. They were pulling him back down the hall where they came from.

"Wait! Wait that doesnt go there! Be careful!" 1 heard a mix of voices going all at once. Before he knew it he had been blindfolded.

"What is going on?" demanded 1. He flailed his arms trying to find something to hold onto. He was then gently pulled forward.

"Are you ready?" he heard 8 say.

"I would be if I knew what you were planning!" 1 yelled. He heard them giggle. The blindfold was taken off and everyone was standing around the scrap tree. It was a metal hanger straightened out and stuck in the ground. I had metal branches welded onto it and folds of cloth sewn and attached to each branch. Each represented one of the stitchpunks.

"Your mouth is hanging open," 6 said. 1 looked in disbelief.

"We told you we were making it with or without you," 7 said. 2 walked up to 1 with a pen nib that had been dipped in ink.

"You have to decorate yours," he said handing 1 the nib. 1 walked slowly to his cloth.

"Do it," 8 said. He stood beside 1 and put an hand on his shoulder. 1 began to decorate his cloth.

"Alright! I knew we could get him to do it!" said 9. 1 turned around.

"What was this? Some kind of game?" 1 said. 9 shook his head.

"We knew we couldn't have christmas without you," 1 stood silent and gave just a slight smile.

"I'll let it go this time," he told them. They all smiled as he finished his cloth. He backed away from it and revealed a christmas bulb. The others started bringing in gifts out of nowhere, which suprised 8.

"What are those?" he asked.

"They're gifts, we are going to give them out at christmas," 9 said.

"Oh," he said. He didn't get anyone anything. He had no clue what to get them. He thought and thought about it for the rest of the day.

The next few weeks were full of energy. Everyone was getting ready for the big day tomorrow. The twins were reading about Santa, 9, 5 and 7 were gathering the gifts. 6 was in charge of christmas cards. 1 was helping 2 decorate. 8 was doing nothing though. He still had nothing to give to the others. He found himself pacing the halls. He saw 5 coming toward him. 5 saw 8 coming toward him and froze.

"Um...5?"

"y-yes?"

"What did you want?"

"Huh?"

"For christmas?"

"Well, uh, acually I'd like it if you would be just a little um...less...scary..." he said. 8 smiled.

"That's a great idea!" 8 ran off and 5 stood there more confused than ever. When the big day came they all woke and ran to the tree, but all the gifts were gone.

"W-where are they?" 6 asked. the twins heads hung low and 7 hugged them to try and comfort them.

"What are we gonna do?" 7 asked 9. He didn't know what was going on, who could have taken the gifts?

"HO HO HO!!" They heard the deep voice of 8 behind them. When they turned around they got the suprise of their life. 8 had on a whole santa outfit and a sack slung over his shoulder. They knew now what his gift to them was. The twins captivated by "santa" ran to him. He handed out the gifts and they all enjoyed the first stitchpunk christmas.



The End ~
"The First Stitchpunk Christmas"

By: :iconrukinosan:
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