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UNWINDIN6, part IWhat little sunlight was able to filter its way through the thick, gray cloud layer, the dirt-and-dust-clogged air, and the filthy windows of the abandoned church glinted weakly off of Six's copper eyepiece. It was dawn, but Six was already awake. He lay on his side, tightly clutching the key fastened around his neck (being no more than thirteen inches tall, Six was only about twice its height, but he always had it with him). The rest of Six's family, if you could call it that, were asleep nearby on the marble floor. A natural insomniac, Six had been up for several minutes now, watching the shadows creep, inch by inch, across the walls. Six could usually stare at something like this for hours. He found it relaxing, like a lullaby. He wasn't relaxed now, however. Every muscle was tensed, fingers tightly clasping the head of the key, mind racing at a hundred miles per hour, because something was different. And he was trying to figure out what it was.
As If It Was Wednesday the Ninth of 2009 AgainI remember.....
Back in the fall of 09, I saw the commercials and trailers for the film 9. With it being an animated movie that's not for your little brother, that it was about the world's afterlife, with new life being awake, counting down, and with the machine menace.
I was really stupid to think they'd be almost human size, I was really stupid. I can not stress that enough, stupider than a politician, even more than the moves Congress makes.
I'm glad. Sadly, I won't be watching it due to me recording over fifteen James Bond films, and I got to watch them. Anyways, let's remember this new take of adventure with these rag dolls, Stitchpunks, embedded inside with robotic skeletons, optics, claws, zippers, stitches, burlap, and a fragment of a poor old man. Let's remember. Julius Bergeron, a toymaker, who loved making toys, or he was a poor one. He possibly had a family, or was alone. Was forced by a dictator to create a machine of "peace". To which
Out There Reimagined Chapter 12: Release9 made it back to the First Room with no trouble. All he had to do now was find what held the answers he was looking for. He tried to think, what in here could possibly hold the answers? He tried to remember what it was that 6 and 15 had said before being claimed themselves. “Go back! To the First Room! He'll show you! The Source!” That was when it clicked together. He'll show the answers. The only one in this room besides himself, was the dead man lying on the ground.
As he walked towards it, he tripped on a box that had fallen to the floor. It had not been there the last time, which meant that it must have happened in the past few days. He looked at the box curiously, trying to see what it contained. His wonder was answered by a Stitchpunk hand sticking out of the opening. 9 tried poking the arm, only to find that it wouldn't move. He opened the top, finding four dormant Stitchpunk bodies. He could tell just from looking at them that these four didn't make i
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