The Artist's Insomnia Final by ~merrypsimon



Epilogue (Sorta)
In the days that passed 5 eventually sewed 6’s 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 wasn’t 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 6’s 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 6’s picture.
“6, I have a question for you” 5 said quietly.
“What is it?” 6 asked, looking up at his kind friend.
“Why won’t you sleep?” 5 asked worriedly. 6 looked back down, not wanting to discuss the topic. 5 lifted 6’s chin up.
“Why?” he asked again. 6 closed his optics and sighed.
“If I tell you…will you make It go away?” 6 asked, looking up a 5 with sleepy optics.
“Make what go away?” 5 asked.
“Will you make the bad dreams go away?” 6 asked, moving closer to 5. 5 nodded and let 6 lean on his arm.
“I kept having bad dreams…about you. The voices wanted me to kill you…they wanted me to make you go away… and they were happy when I hurt you. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but they told me that they made me do it, so I hurt myself so you would understand that I didn’t mean to hurt you. But it wasn’t good enough for the voices, and they told me I wasn’t good enough for you. And that you only wanted to see me get hurt. I didn’t believe it, but when I tried to sleep that night I just kept thinking about how I’m not good enough for you and that I don’t deserve to be your friend. So I just decided to stay up, so I would never have a bad dream again” 6 told 5 nervously.
“Oh 6.…” 5 hugged 6 suddenly, causing the artist to jump a bit, but then he relaxed, and let 5 take him into his arms once more.
“Wait! I have something for you!” 6 exclaimed, grabbing the music player.
“No 6, I found that for you remember?” 5 asked, refusing to accept the player.
“No…I found a song for you. I wanted to write you a poem, but I found you a song instead and drew you a picture” 6 explained. 5 watched as 6 went through the incredibly long list of songs, before finally stopping, the title read “You Found Me”.
“What’s this song about?” 5 asked curiously.
“You” 6 said, as the song began to play, resting his head on 5’s chest.
Is this a dream? If it is, please don’t wake me from this high. I’d become comfortably numb, until you opened up my eyes. To what it’s like, when everything right. I can’t believe…You found me when no one else was looking, how did you know just where I would be? You broke through all of my confusion, the ups and the downs and you still didn’t leave, I guess that you saw what nobody could see, you found me. You found…me….
As the song went on, 5’s optic welled with tears of happiness. 6 looked up at his friend.
“What’s wrong 5? Don’t you like the song?” 6 asked, turning the player off.
“No 6, I like the song. Very much. But I have one for you” 5 said, wiping his optics as he laughed a little. 6 passed the music player to 5, who took it in his hands carefully.
“How about we go sit on your bed?” 5 suggested.
“Okay” 6 said, stood up carefully and wobbled over to his bed. Sitting down with a whoosh!  5 walked over to the bed and sat beside small friend.
“Here. Push play” 5 said, passing the music player to 6. Doing as 5 instructed, 6 pushed the play button and a acoustic guitar began to play. Then a man’s voice sang softly.
Come stop your crying. It’ll be alright. Just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you. I will be here, don’t you cry.   
“This is the song you sang to me the other night!” 6 exclaimed. 5 nodded, smiling at 6’s reaction.
For one so small, you seem so strong, my arms will hold you keep you safe and warm. This bond between us, can’t be broken. I will be here, don’t you cry, 'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart From this day on, now and forever more. You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart, always…
“I really like this song” 6 said happily.
“I figured you would” 5 said.
Why can't they understand the way we feel? They just don't trust what they can't explain
I know we're different but, deep inside us. We're not that different at all  And you'll be in my heart. Yes, you'll be in my heart From this day on, Now and forever more…
“5?” 6 asked
“Yes?” he asked back
“Do you like this song?” 6 asked curiously. 5 nodded
“Yes” he said.
Don't listen to them. 'Cause what do they know? We need each other, to have, to hold
They'll see in time…I know…When destiny calls you, You must be strong. I may not be with you, But you've got to hold on. They'll see in time… I know… We'll show them together
“What do you think of this song being your song?” 5 asked him. 6 shook his head
“No” he said
“Why not?” 5 asked curiously. 6 laid himself down on his bed, wrapping himself in a cocoon of blankets.
“Because it’s our song” 6 whispered, closing his optics slowly. Now he could sleep. His brain no longer racked itself to find hidden answers to mysterious questions. He no longer feared he would hurt 5, or anybody else he truly cared about. This wasn’t his song. It was their song. And this, he could get used to. 5 laid himself down next to 6, letting the small artist curl up next to him. 6 was right. This was their song.
Cause you'll be in my heart. Yes, you'll be in my heart.. From this day on, Now and forever more…Oh, you'll be in my heart No matter what they say…
5 slowly felt himself drift off into a happy dream. The artist and the engineer slept, their problems becoming a distant memory
You'll be in my heart….always.