Post by bc on Oct 31, 2009 22:23:05 GMT -5
Hey guys! Here's the first chapter to the 9/PW's chapter fanfiction! Hopefully this will be one of my last fanfictions until I get busy thinking through my novella. ^^;
Just so you know, I hope it's alright if I based our "names/numbers" off our KND numbuhs.
Allie = 723
Rika = 417
Renee = 77
Paula = 254
Jas = 712
And Nebulos, Lunira, and Zinc are the same... but Nebulos and Lunira are kid stitchpunks, while Zincy is a machine. x3
Oooh, suspense and a cliffhanger! Dun-dun-dun! But it will get better in the next chapter, 'promise! And fluffy, too! ^^
Disclaimer: 9 belongs to Shane Acker, KND belongs to Mr. Warburton, OCs belong rightfully to Allie-Twig, WallynSimonsgirl, FK101, PaulaGirl93, and OrionStorm.
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9: Tiger Flare[/b]
Chapter 1-
The small childish ragdoll trembled, facing so much heat and fear around him. Nebulos felt his fabrics sweat. Was he melting? Was the fear taking over his mind? Where was 712? He needed her.
“Momma…” he whispered in cries, “Momma—where are you!?”
“Nebulos?!”
Neb gasped; his heart beating rapidly with hope. His swirly wired antennas lit up in a beat, and then stood up, waving all four of his arms to be noticed through the flames. 7 appeared in Skullmet and weaponary. She smiled under her helmet, reassuring the little one that everything was going to be alright.
“It’ll be alright, don’t worry! I’ll get you back to your mother soon!” 7 cried out.
“Wow, 7!” Nebulos hollered happily, nearly bouncing in joy. “Am I glad to see you!”
The female stitchpunk grinned underneath her helmet, and looked to the burning remains of the church. There was no time to lose. She had to get Nebulos out of there before the building would collapse in whole.
“Just hold on,” 7 said, “I’m getting you out of here!” She soared, jumped, and fought off the burning woods and materials that surrounded her. Nebulos then had his attention caught by a falling tile from the ceiling, and cried out in terror. “Look out!” The warrior struck at the large tile with her spear, crushing it in half—a help from the flames.
“Ah-ha!” Nebulos smiled in triumph, his bolts brightening.
~**
“….She’s not gonna come back, is she?” 5 asked.
9 lowered his head, can’t help but realize that they, too, were in a deadly situation as well.
The cathedral was coming down in flames, do to the last of the machines that wandered outside in the wilderness. The winds grew cold and great, blowing more of it through glass-windows as it crashed the watchtower and the glass-painted figure of the heavenly angel. 1 grunted in annoyance, seeing it burn to the ground. He hadn’t given a darn that one of the children was inside… all what he had cared for been his throne room.
“Let her go.” He commanded. “Let them both rot.”
712’s optics widened in pure terror, and she then burst out in sobbing for her dear creative “son”. 417 and 77 hugged their dear friend, comforting her.
“It’s gonna be alright,” 417 whispered. “Nebby’s gonna be alright, just you wait and see!”
“Yeah,” added 77 brightly, “Don’t worry about a thing, 712! They’re going to make it. We’ve seen 7 train so much lately that she’s always speeding around The Emptiness!”
Lunira looked up to her own motherly figure, 254. 254 gave her a soft, reassuring smile, and squeezed the younger figure’s hand tightly.
“Don’t you worry, Luni… ignore 1. He’s being a big grump at the moment.” She gulped lightly, seeing that 8 was nearby with his large knife, but remained calm and cool. The big stitchpunk glanced, giving them a hard glare.
“Hey… calm down.” said 723, “Don’t worry, 8. They’re just hoping that 7 and Nebulos will make it, that’s all.”
1 shot her a frown, his eyes dangerously flaring. “All of this ‘being positive’ act won’t help, 723.”
She shrugged, throwing him an innocent grin. “Hey, I’m only trying.”
Little brat. 1 thought. She should shut her mouth before I have to deal with her. Becoming positive is useless. Rubbish. Bah. And that… machine. The elderly leader looked to the miniature-dragon that rested upon 723’s shoulders. That… Zinc character. A danger. A threat. Once I have him alone—off with his head, I say! First 9, now these… “Panda Warriors” with a few of their creations? These children only cause trouble, and that machine is even worse! Why not leave 7 and Nebulos to die already? Useless. Much useless.
“8,” 1 commanded, “We’re leaving. Now.”
“Okay!” 8 nodded. “Uhhh… where to?”
1 huffed irritatingly, and flung his arms in annoyance with his staff. “Oh, I don’t know! Let us travel to the land of rainbows, clouds, and happiness!” he mocked sarcastically.
“Sounds good to me, let’s go!”
“I was being ironic, you ignorant nitwit!”
“….Oh.”
“Wait,” 9 cried, “Where are you going, 1?! You can’t leave, what about the others?! They’re still inside!” 1 hunched his back, and turned angrily to the savior ragdoll. “I could care less if they were to live! The little scoundrel shouldn’t have tripped in the first place. He should have been more cautious. He will get what he deserves, and so will that reckless girl!”
“TAKE THAT BACK!” The dragon-beast snarled, jumping from his owner’s shoulder and dove for the elderly stitchpunk.
“AHHHH!” 1 screamed, cowering in fear, slapping the snout of the small beast. “GET OFF OF ME, YOU BEAST! BEAST!” Zinc closed his own optics, feeling the words run through his circuits. His wings slowly drooped, showing an emotion of sadness and guilt.
8 raised his weapon, ready to decapitate the dragon-beast’s head by his master’s order.
“NO! DON’T!” 712 screamed, “Please! We’ve had enough suffering for one night! Stop this!”
“Zinc, off!” 723 ordered.
“ZINC!” 9 raised his voice, gripping his bulb-staff. 5 and 6 were silent, not knowing what to say—so they stayed put, waiting for an order or 7 to return with Nebulos.
The silver dragon-beast raised his body from 1, giving the leader an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he said softly. He dipped his head down to lick the elder’s cheek, but 1 refused by pressing the dragon’s snout away from him.
“Get off of me,” he growled. “Stay far away from me you—monster!”
“Monster?” Zinc repeated, feeling very hurt. “But I’m not a monster… I’m a good boy.”
“You are most certainly NOT a ‘good boy’, Beast.” 1 affirmed; his old face scowling. “OFF! OFF! OFF!!!” Zinc obeyed, hovering off of 1 and back to 723’s shoulder. He whined to himself, and hid his snout away from everyone with his wings.
“Good riddance,” 1 sighed, getting to his feet. “We’ll be in the library with 2, 3, and 4… but we’ll need guidance.” He glanced to 5, who fiddled with his fingers.
“5,” 1 ordered, “Show us the way.”
“Y-y-yes sir,” The one-eyed stitch stammered. “Let’s go, 6.” He took the artist’s shoulder, but 6 would not budge. “6?”
“…Trapped.” He murmured.
“What? They’re trapped?” 5 asked in bewilderment.
“The warrior—but the boy is safe! Here he comes!” 6 screamed in delight, waving his arms in the air. Yes, this vision of the artist was correct. Nebulos broke through the doorway of the old burning church, running toward the group.
712 gasped, rushing to the younger ragdoll, and Nebulos jumped into her arms. “712!” Nebulos laughed, nuzzling his ‘mother’s chest. His antennas lit up brightly, and 712 kissed his forehead and snow-white ‘hair’ that was covered with soot. She let the oil spills leak from her optics while Nebulos grinned, wiping them away. The female grasped her ‘son’ into her arms, hugging tighter—never letting go. “I almost thought I lost you, Nebby,” 712 cracked. Nebulos smiled, shaking his head. “You’ll never lose me, 712!” he said cheerfully.
“NEBULOS!!!” Neb’s head jerked from his mother’s chest, and looked to the ground. Lunira was running towards them, her face filled with elation and relief. “LUNIRA!!!” Nebulos cried happily, jumping down and reunited with his best friend. The two embraced, while Lunira’s small optics filled with oil-tears, weeping on Neb’s shoulder.
“I’m alright, Luni!” Nebulos said, stroking her green ribbons. The little female smiled at him, and hugged him tighter than 712 ever could. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Nebulos!”
“Me, too.” He spoke quietly. He then pulled away, glancing to the others and then back at the cathedral. “But…7…she…”
“She’s still in there!?” 9 panicked.
“A couple of Cat-Beasts, she wanted to take care of ‘em.” Nebulos explained, his four arms spreading. “I—I didn’t know what to do. She told me to leave her behind and… and… Oh… I’m sorry, 9!” The small stitchpunk lowered his head, where he was drowning in all sorts of guilt.
9 knelt to the young boy, placing a hand on his head, ruffling the hair. “Its okay, Nebulos,” he said. “What matters right now that you’re safe. You’re here with your family and friends.” The savior ragdoll stood, and looked upon the burning church.
“But right now what I have to do is save the one who is part of my family.”
Just so you know, I hope it's alright if I based our "names/numbers" off our KND numbuhs.
Allie = 723
Rika = 417
Renee = 77
Paula = 254
Jas = 712
And Nebulos, Lunira, and Zinc are the same... but Nebulos and Lunira are kid stitchpunks, while Zincy is a machine. x3
Oooh, suspense and a cliffhanger! Dun-dun-dun! But it will get better in the next chapter, 'promise! And fluffy, too! ^^
Disclaimer: 9 belongs to Shane Acker, KND belongs to Mr. Warburton, OCs belong rightfully to Allie-Twig, WallynSimonsgirl, FK101, PaulaGirl93, and OrionStorm.
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9: Tiger Flare[/b]
Chapter 1-
The small childish ragdoll trembled, facing so much heat and fear around him. Nebulos felt his fabrics sweat. Was he melting? Was the fear taking over his mind? Where was 712? He needed her.
“Momma…” he whispered in cries, “Momma—where are you!?”
“Nebulos?!”
Neb gasped; his heart beating rapidly with hope. His swirly wired antennas lit up in a beat, and then stood up, waving all four of his arms to be noticed through the flames. 7 appeared in Skullmet and weaponary. She smiled under her helmet, reassuring the little one that everything was going to be alright.
“It’ll be alright, don’t worry! I’ll get you back to your mother soon!” 7 cried out.
“Wow, 7!” Nebulos hollered happily, nearly bouncing in joy. “Am I glad to see you!”
The female stitchpunk grinned underneath her helmet, and looked to the burning remains of the church. There was no time to lose. She had to get Nebulos out of there before the building would collapse in whole.
“Just hold on,” 7 said, “I’m getting you out of here!” She soared, jumped, and fought off the burning woods and materials that surrounded her. Nebulos then had his attention caught by a falling tile from the ceiling, and cried out in terror. “Look out!” The warrior struck at the large tile with her spear, crushing it in half—a help from the flames.
“Ah-ha!” Nebulos smiled in triumph, his bolts brightening.
~**
“….She’s not gonna come back, is she?” 5 asked.
9 lowered his head, can’t help but realize that they, too, were in a deadly situation as well.
The cathedral was coming down in flames, do to the last of the machines that wandered outside in the wilderness. The winds grew cold and great, blowing more of it through glass-windows as it crashed the watchtower and the glass-painted figure of the heavenly angel. 1 grunted in annoyance, seeing it burn to the ground. He hadn’t given a darn that one of the children was inside… all what he had cared for been his throne room.
“Let her go.” He commanded. “Let them both rot.”
712’s optics widened in pure terror, and she then burst out in sobbing for her dear creative “son”. 417 and 77 hugged their dear friend, comforting her.
“It’s gonna be alright,” 417 whispered. “Nebby’s gonna be alright, just you wait and see!”
“Yeah,” added 77 brightly, “Don’t worry about a thing, 712! They’re going to make it. We’ve seen 7 train so much lately that she’s always speeding around The Emptiness!”
Lunira looked up to her own motherly figure, 254. 254 gave her a soft, reassuring smile, and squeezed the younger figure’s hand tightly.
“Don’t you worry, Luni… ignore 1. He’s being a big grump at the moment.” She gulped lightly, seeing that 8 was nearby with his large knife, but remained calm and cool. The big stitchpunk glanced, giving them a hard glare.
“Hey… calm down.” said 723, “Don’t worry, 8. They’re just hoping that 7 and Nebulos will make it, that’s all.”
1 shot her a frown, his eyes dangerously flaring. “All of this ‘being positive’ act won’t help, 723.”
She shrugged, throwing him an innocent grin. “Hey, I’m only trying.”
Little brat. 1 thought. She should shut her mouth before I have to deal with her. Becoming positive is useless. Rubbish. Bah. And that… machine. The elderly leader looked to the miniature-dragon that rested upon 723’s shoulders. That… Zinc character. A danger. A threat. Once I have him alone—off with his head, I say! First 9, now these… “Panda Warriors” with a few of their creations? These children only cause trouble, and that machine is even worse! Why not leave 7 and Nebulos to die already? Useless. Much useless.
“8,” 1 commanded, “We’re leaving. Now.”
“Okay!” 8 nodded. “Uhhh… where to?”
1 huffed irritatingly, and flung his arms in annoyance with his staff. “Oh, I don’t know! Let us travel to the land of rainbows, clouds, and happiness!” he mocked sarcastically.
“Sounds good to me, let’s go!”
“I was being ironic, you ignorant nitwit!”
“….Oh.”
“Wait,” 9 cried, “Where are you going, 1?! You can’t leave, what about the others?! They’re still inside!” 1 hunched his back, and turned angrily to the savior ragdoll. “I could care less if they were to live! The little scoundrel shouldn’t have tripped in the first place. He should have been more cautious. He will get what he deserves, and so will that reckless girl!”
“TAKE THAT BACK!” The dragon-beast snarled, jumping from his owner’s shoulder and dove for the elderly stitchpunk.
“AHHHH!” 1 screamed, cowering in fear, slapping the snout of the small beast. “GET OFF OF ME, YOU BEAST! BEAST!” Zinc closed his own optics, feeling the words run through his circuits. His wings slowly drooped, showing an emotion of sadness and guilt.
8 raised his weapon, ready to decapitate the dragon-beast’s head by his master’s order.
“NO! DON’T!” 712 screamed, “Please! We’ve had enough suffering for one night! Stop this!”
“Zinc, off!” 723 ordered.
“ZINC!” 9 raised his voice, gripping his bulb-staff. 5 and 6 were silent, not knowing what to say—so they stayed put, waiting for an order or 7 to return with Nebulos.
The silver dragon-beast raised his body from 1, giving the leader an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he said softly. He dipped his head down to lick the elder’s cheek, but 1 refused by pressing the dragon’s snout away from him.
“Get off of me,” he growled. “Stay far away from me you—monster!”
“Monster?” Zinc repeated, feeling very hurt. “But I’m not a monster… I’m a good boy.”
“You are most certainly NOT a ‘good boy’, Beast.” 1 affirmed; his old face scowling. “OFF! OFF! OFF!!!” Zinc obeyed, hovering off of 1 and back to 723’s shoulder. He whined to himself, and hid his snout away from everyone with his wings.
“Good riddance,” 1 sighed, getting to his feet. “We’ll be in the library with 2, 3, and 4… but we’ll need guidance.” He glanced to 5, who fiddled with his fingers.
“5,” 1 ordered, “Show us the way.”
“Y-y-yes sir,” The one-eyed stitch stammered. “Let’s go, 6.” He took the artist’s shoulder, but 6 would not budge. “6?”
“…Trapped.” He murmured.
“What? They’re trapped?” 5 asked in bewilderment.
“The warrior—but the boy is safe! Here he comes!” 6 screamed in delight, waving his arms in the air. Yes, this vision of the artist was correct. Nebulos broke through the doorway of the old burning church, running toward the group.
712 gasped, rushing to the younger ragdoll, and Nebulos jumped into her arms. “712!” Nebulos laughed, nuzzling his ‘mother’s chest. His antennas lit up brightly, and 712 kissed his forehead and snow-white ‘hair’ that was covered with soot. She let the oil spills leak from her optics while Nebulos grinned, wiping them away. The female grasped her ‘son’ into her arms, hugging tighter—never letting go. “I almost thought I lost you, Nebby,” 712 cracked. Nebulos smiled, shaking his head. “You’ll never lose me, 712!” he said cheerfully.
“NEBULOS!!!” Neb’s head jerked from his mother’s chest, and looked to the ground. Lunira was running towards them, her face filled with elation and relief. “LUNIRA!!!” Nebulos cried happily, jumping down and reunited with his best friend. The two embraced, while Lunira’s small optics filled with oil-tears, weeping on Neb’s shoulder.
“I’m alright, Luni!” Nebulos said, stroking her green ribbons. The little female smiled at him, and hugged him tighter than 712 ever could. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Nebulos!”
“Me, too.” He spoke quietly. He then pulled away, glancing to the others and then back at the cathedral. “But…7…she…”
“She’s still in there!?” 9 panicked.
“A couple of Cat-Beasts, she wanted to take care of ‘em.” Nebulos explained, his four arms spreading. “I—I didn’t know what to do. She told me to leave her behind and… and… Oh… I’m sorry, 9!” The small stitchpunk lowered his head, where he was drowning in all sorts of guilt.
9 knelt to the young boy, placing a hand on his head, ruffling the hair. “Its okay, Nebulos,” he said. “What matters right now that you’re safe. You’re here with your family and friends.” The savior ragdoll stood, and looked upon the burning church.
“But right now what I have to do is save the one who is part of my family.”
*giggles* I do hope she's alright. But I don't doubt it, she sounds like one tough cookie! n__n
Both red, too. ^^
