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Dec 10, 2009 21:28:57 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 10, 2009 21:28:57 GMT -5
60 helped 42 carry the injured stitchpunk. "Oh creator...c'mon 68, I just found ya kid, don't want to lose my big bro again..."
68 protested weakly, clicking and whirring softly. 60 scolded him, her expression angry.
"You're fine NOTHING 68! Look at you, you have more holes in you than your old socks!" 68 clicked softly in annoyance, but stayed still, his optics slowly closing as his energy level dropped even more. He looked at 42, smiling slightly in gratitude.
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Dec 10, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 10, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -5
"Preserve your energy, 68. We'll get you to 14, and she'll fix you up. You can do it, you fought off that beast, no?" They half-dragged half-carried 68 down the tunnel to the Shelter.
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Dec 10, 2009 22:01:21 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 10, 2009 22:01:21 GMT -5
68 clicked wearily in agreement, his internal systems whirring quietly. He closed his optics, sighing painfully. He emitted a series of clicks, to which 60's forehead furrowed in concern.
"But 68-!" A quiet burst of clicks and whirs. She sighed then turned to 42.
"He says thank you for helping him, 42. He thinks that you're becoming a wonderful fighter and he's happy to call you his friend. If he makes it through this, he'll work with you to improve if you'd like. But if not... he says to never give up and keep at it." She looked down at 68.
"You'll make it bud. Just hang on a little longer." A quiet sigh was all that answered her. 60 looked at 42 worriedly, readjusting her hold on 68 to be able to move a bit faster.
After what seemed like an eternity, the trio made it to the hatch. 68 was still, unmoving even when they set him down. The only evidence that he was alive was the soft clicking that emitted from the injured stitchpunk.
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Dec 10, 2009 22:10:28 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 10, 2009 22:10:28 GMT -5
'68...' 42 thought when 60 translated for her. She looked at the ground. "I will never give up. And niether will you." She said, looking ahead. When they reached the shelter, they took 68 straight to 14. She ushered 42 and 60 out of the tent for more workspace, and they sat down, waiting for him to get well again.
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Dec 10, 2009 22:48:30 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 10, 2009 22:48:30 GMT -5
60 sat, her arms wrapped around herself, her foot tapping nervously. She desperately, feverishly hoped that her stitchpunk brother would be ok. She laughed slightly, startling 42.
"He was always a bit of an airhead, even when he was human. Would never listen to reason or slow down, but he'd rocket on forward with his latest idea... That's why his voicebox is damaged and why he went and fought the machine, I suppose... Oh, I hope he's ok, he's like a brother to me..."
60 hurried her face in her arms, sighing shakily. "And I couldn't do anything to help! I feel so worthless!"
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Dec 10, 2009 23:05:59 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 10, 2009 23:05:59 GMT -5
42 placed her hand on 60's back. "You're not useless. It was a time of quick thinking. I acted purley on impulse. He helped me, I helped him." She lookd with sympathy at 60. She knew what it was like to watch her closest friend suffer, even die before her eyes. She didn't want that to happen to 60, too. 68 had to make it.
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Dec 10, 2009 23:32:02 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 10, 2009 23:32:02 GMT -5
60 opened her mouth to thank 42, when suddenly, a shrill sound emitted from the infirmary. The cry was so full of terror and fear that 60 and 42 rushed into the room. 68, though still injured, was huddled in a corner, not allowing 19 to touch, much less fix him. A look of pure terror was on his face as he clicked and chirped shrilly in fear. 60 looked wide eyed at 68.
"What in creator's name?" she turned to 42. "He's afraid of getting fixed?!"
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Dec 10, 2009 23:37:37 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 10, 2009 23:37:37 GMT -5
42 turned to 68. "68, if you don't let them fix you, you'll die! What in Creator's name are you thinking? I'm sorry, but you *will* be fixed, wether you want to or not. It is not an option, and I will not let you do to 60 what my human friend did to me. Would you prefer it if we stayed with you?"
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Dec 11, 2009 1:11:15 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 11, 2009 1:11:15 GMT -5
68 shook his head, chirping in fear, not fully processing what 42 said. He simply kept chirping shrilly, shaking violently in fear. It only make his condition worse as he huddled in the corner, whimpering.
60 simply looked at 68, a worried and concerned look on her face. "Atsuto...please..." 68 looked up at 60, recognition evident in his dark eyes. "Please, let 19 fix you... I don't want to lose you..." 68, still trembling, looked away, muttering soft chirps. 60 sighed.
"Is this fear worth your life Atsuto?" 68 clicked some more, a saddened expression evident. "I understand-" An burst of angry, exasperated clicks interrupted her. "Ok maybe I don't, but I don't want to lose you bro..." She reached over and gathered 68 in her arms, stroking the trembling stitchpunk's yarn hair soothingly.
"42 and I will be right here holding you, ok?" 60 looked at 42 and motioned for the other stitchpunk to sit on the other side of 68.
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Dec 11, 2009 14:57:35 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 11, 2009 14:57:35 GMT -5
42 complied and sat next to 68, hugging him with 60 and attempting to calm his nerves. “68, shh, shh. We’re here, we’ll keep you safe. Calm down, calm down. Are you afraid of a little patching up? You fought off that beast and you’re afraid of the doctor? C’mon, you’re tougher than that! You can do it! You have to...”She trailed off, now clinging to 68. She began humming a lullaby, one she remembered from her Humanhood. She was humming it more for herself than for 68. She closed her eyes and continued her song, almost falling asleep.
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Dec 11, 2009 18:09:49 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 11, 2009 18:09:49 GMT -5
68 simply buried his face into their arms, clicking like a scared youngling. His nerves were on the fritz, as the inexplicable fear coursed through his body. He did not know why he feared being fixed so much, nor did he think that he would ever understand. All he knew was that he felt the pain of being fixed before the actual procedure. The thought of someone else sticking any foreign object in him, someone else causing him pain was almost too much to bear. He fixed himself because he had to, but nothing more. He could bear the pain of being fixed if done himself and no other way.
But now, his energy levels were almost completely gone. If he didn't get fixed soon, he might go into recharge and possibly never awake up again. He whirred softly as 42 lullaby lulled in to a calm state, tensing a bit as 19 resumed her work. He would try to be brave, for 60 and 42's sake.
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Dec 12, 2009 11:54:35 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 12, 2009 11:54:35 GMT -5
19 spent hours sewing and mending the insides and outsides of 68, fixing every injury and grabbig a few new parts for him. All theough the ordeal, 42 kept on humming and 60 kept on caressing 68. "You're doing great, 68. Keep it up, she's almost done." 42 paused her song momentarily to say. "You can do it, you're almost better!"
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Dec 12, 2009 13:25:51 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 12, 2009 13:25:51 GMT -5
As 19 replaced some of his inner workings, 68 simply whimpered, forcing himself to be still. The machine had beaten him good, some pieces of frame work either snapped completely or twisted beyond repair. But he toughed it out, for his friend's sakes. He clicked in relief when he heard 42 say that the ordeal was almost over.
60, on the other hand, was struggling to stay awake. So much had happened in her first day of life that she was tired, but she wanted to be there for her best friend. She suppressed a yawn and continued rubbing 68's back.
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Dec 12, 2009 13:42:49 GMT -5
Post by 42 on Dec 12, 2009 13:42:49 GMT -5
42 saw 60's exhaustion. She turned to her and said, "60, its your first day. You need some rest. Why don't you take a nap? I'll stay with 68 and you can get some rest. It's almost done anyway. Right 19?" "Mmm-hmm." 19 said, absentmindedly.
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Dec 12, 2009 13:49:10 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Dec 12, 2009 13:49:10 GMT -5
60 shook her head stubbornly. "I'm staying with...." 68 looked at 60, emitting soft clicks and chirps.
"Are you sure?" A nod. "Ok then...I'll be back later to check up on you ok? You'd better stay still and let 19 finish or else I'll knock ya til next Tuesday!"
68 chirped in laughter as 60 got up to leave. "Keep an eye on the kid, k 42?" With that, she nearly stumbled out of the infirmary to find somewhere to recharge.
68 clicked softly as 19 made some final adjustments, flinching every so often.
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