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 said.
What if we cant? 5 asked, the thought plaguing his mind.
Lets just find him first okay? 9 asked his worried friend. 5 nodded and stood up, walking back toward 7 and 2. A few moments after they returned 3 and 4 came running toward them.
We found something! 3 flashed his optics madly at the group.
What is it? 7 asked, standing up. 4 walked closely behind her brother, cradling a striped piece of fabric to her chest like a small teddy bear.
.its his number
6 was here 4 walked over to 5, placing the tattered fabric in his hands. 5 closed his optic and shook his head.
Where did you find this? he asked the twins.
Follow me! 4 waved her arm toward where they all hoped 6 would be
6? they each took their turn calling his name. It seemed hopeless. Theyd been searching for hours, but there was no sign of the missing artist.
Maybe we should just go back 7 said, feeling guilty for even thinking about going back.
We cant. Not without 6 5 whispered.
But weve been out here for hours! We dont know where he is 7 said hopelessly. 5 looked down defeated.
Whats that? 3 pointed out into the distance. 5 looked up to where 3 was pointing.
It looks like a box! It could be 6s music box!
Lets go! 3 and 4 began to run, 5, 7, 9 and 2 following close behind them. As they ran a wooden box came into view. The lid was opened, showing them a leafless tree.
Thats it! Thats his music box! 5 exclaimed. The six of them ran to the dark brown box,
Searching frantically for the missing stitchpunk. As the others searched around the box, 5 noticed a small figure. The tiny figure was lying on the ground, curled into a ball. A gaping hole replacing his back.
6! 5 exclaimed. He ran over to the small stitchpunk. Dropping to his knees on the ground next to the artist. 6 was shaking violently, and his hands were wrapped around his key in a locked grip. He was sobbing quietly, begging for death to claim him.
6? 5 asked quietly. The shaking stitchpunk jumped in fear at his worried friends voice, and began to sob once more.
Over the rainbow
its gone its gone
he left me
he died. Everything left me everythings broken, and Im broken too! 6 sobbed hysterically. Realizing the frightened stitchpunk was past listing, 5 picked 6 up off the ground and placed him in his lap.
Somebody find me some kind of blanket for him 5 called out to the others.
5 left me
5 left me
.he promised he wouldnt leave
.I watched him die
and I wanted to die too 6 cried. 5 pulled the weeping stitchpunk closer to him, trying his best to calm the child-like artist and his fears. 5 began to hum quietly.
Shh. Come stop your crying. Itll be alright. Just take my hand, hold it tight* 5 sang to the little artist, taking 6s hand in his own. 6 subconsciously squeezed 5s hand lightly.
I will protect you from all around you. I will be here, dont you cry* 5 sang. 6 opened his optics slowly, focusing them on the person that was now holding him.
Fi-fiv-5? 6 hiccupped.
Its me 6. Im here 5 whispered to him. 6 wrapped his arms around 5s waist, ignoring the fact it hurt to move any part of his body.
I-I..I lost..you 6 whispered, still shaking terribly.
But I found you 5 smiled at his weary friend.
You found me 6 whispered, his voice becoming weaker with everything he said.
Ill always find you 5 said quietly, Stroking 6s head gently. 6 smiled sleepily at his friend
.his savior. 5 continued to rock 6 soothingly, eventually being brought a dark green piece of fabric that was long enough to be wrapped around 6.
Are you ready to go back? 5 asked 6 quietly. 6 only nodded, too tired to move or say anything. 5 stood up, carrying 6 in his arms like a small child. Soon they began to walk back toward the cathedral, finally able to go home.
Im sorry about your music box 6. I hope youll fell better soon. 6 nodded tiredly and extended a small shaking hand to her. She took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb across the top of his hand gently. Grateful that 6 was okay after all. 6 rested his head in the crook of 5s neck and sighed contently. Thankful that 5 had saved him. 6 closed his optics and hummed lightly. Knowing that one day, everything would be okay.