9 (the movie) boyfriend scenarios

How You Meet

Author's Note: Hello, I am Sunflower. I'm glad you took the time to click on my story, and I hope you read the title and it's precautions. Secondly, (y/#) means your number stitchpunk. Besides that, enjoy.

Stitchpunk 1

Five weeks. It's been five weeks since I've woken up. Five weeks since I've stopped walking. I've got to find someone, anyone. I need help, quickly. My cloth was starting to wear at the seams and my glass skeptics had fogged up so much it's almost impossible to see. I was losing hope to ever finding somewhere safe to rest, telling myself over and over again wasn't doing it anymore. I rounded a corner and fell to my knees. It's over. I closed my optics as the sand started to blow over and cover me.

It was cold, and hard. I slowly opened my optics and looked around. Sun rays were reflected through the multi-color glass and spread out upon the floor. I jolted up onto my feet and stepped back a few, taking in my surroundings. A giant church, with a red carpet coming in from the middle. Every step was cautious as I made my way to the top of the "throne" in the middle of the walkway. "How did I get hear? Who found me?" I mumbled to myself, someone had to have helped me move, I didn't just levitate. I heard the creak of wood behind me and stood stiff. "Oh good, you're awake. I would have ha to have my guard through you back out into the emptiness if you were broken." An old, rusty voice broke through the silence. I turned around to face the speaker to be met with a slanted eyed silhouette. My breathing was slow and steady, not making any desperate moves or motives, I spoke up. "Who brought me here....and how was I found?" My right hand had instinctively started to pick at the fabric of my side, the optics were fixed on the unnamed stitchpunk...if it even was one. He made no movement toward the light, staying completely still, he responded. "My lookout had called from the watchtower, ranting about another one of us out in the open. It was hard to believe really, anyone with a clear conscious would know to stay out of sight." His gaze took in any reaction I had to his words, looking to see if he had made any progress of getting me to spill my story. I stood my ground. "You only asked one of my questions, who took me in. I refuse to believe you were the only one to help." I snapped back, vocally proving that I wasn't about to be emotionally pushed around. The stranger looked taken aback, and sighed. "You know how to stand up for yourself that's for sure." His outline was easy to spot, which made it simple to pinpoint where he was going to move. He took a step forward, half of his body now being revealed in the light. Pure white fabric and a single buckle was visible. I took a breath and looked to the side. "I apologize. I shouldn't lash out at the person who was generous enough to lend me a hand instead of leaving my out to rust." I looked his way again to see is he had made the rest of himself able to see. No luck. "May I ask for your name then, if I am to call you something I'm not sure if you would be pleased with the name stranger." I let out a half-hearted chuckle, only to hear one given back to me through the shadows. "Very well, my name is 1. I am the leader of my group. Now may I ask for yours?" He seemed to have let the snide remark off, for now at least, and stepped farther into the light. I could see his sharp cloth face and the bun on his head. His hands were behind his back in a stoic manner, but I could tell by his feet he was one of the original stitchpunks created. "(y/#). My name is (y/#)."

Stitchpunk 2

We were created together. Well, more like born with one another. Being one of the most well known stitchpunks, I had helped the scientist with the stitching of the bodies. Though I was never really allowed to see them come to life. I was lucky enough, though, to have 5 wonder off...and he found me. He soon became one of my most trusted companions. After the death of our creator, he helped me get through tough times without the scientist, and I supported him in some of his darkest moments. Unfortunately, today was one of those days. The only strange thing is, I wasn't the one he came to for support.

I was wandering our latest find in shelter, an old greenhouse. It was filled t the brim with dead plants and a few bird carcasses who might have tried to take refuge in here from the death gas. I was about to walk past one of our makeshift rooms we made, when I heard slight whispering. Now, not many would think this was really strange, but when you are surviving against the dds of fate, there are no secrets kept among your group. I crept up to the room as silently as I could, getting close enough to the entrance way for me to hear the voices. Full recognition was felt through my metal as I heard 5's faint weeping voice. My optics widened and I felt a tug on my soul. He knew I would always be there for him in case a situation like this were to pop up, and yet he goes to someone else. I stood straight and stiff upon hearing the other voice. It was...unknown for some particular reason, I couldn't pinpoint it in the slightest. A frown was smeared on my face, unhappy with the situation and the fact that I am hiding from my friend. Having enough of the sneaking around, I pushed away the leaf that acted as a door and came optics to optics with a much older stitchpunk. He had laces holding his fabric together and a candle hat resting on his head. "I-I-I'm sorry to interrupt, I couldn't help but become worried when I heard you crying 5." I looked down partially ashamed, yet not fully. "Oh I'm so sorry to worry you (y/#), I really am. I just needed someone to talk to right away, and I couldn't find yu- you don't need to explain yourself 5, I understand." I gave him a genuine smile and crossed the room to five him a firm pat on the shoulder. After, I turned to the unknown man 5 went to. "May I see your arm please?" His optics widened, he chuckled and extended him arm for me. "Of course, though I know not the reason why." He stated with a half smile. I took hold of his arm and examined it. I recognized this material, the stitches and the wood used for the hands. "I though he got rid of this." I whispered, mostly to myself. "What was that?" I looked up at the stitchpunk. "I know this may sound odd, but I was the one to make your cloth, your body was my handiwork. But I had thought the scientist had gotten rid of it. Apparently not!" I dropped his arm and threw my head back in a laughing fit. I couldn't believe it! Being able to see with my own optics that my work was helpful was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Unbeknownst to you, 2 couldn't help but chuckle as well, while 5 stared at the scene with a smile on his face.

Stitchpunk 3&4

"7?! You're actually here?!" I ran through the halls and had run right into my closest friend of the end of the world. "Yes, yes, but keep it down. I don't want anyone to know I'm here. Shhhhh!" The put a finger up to her lips in order to keep the volume down. I looked around the hall to see if anyone had heard, then looked back at 7. "You don't understand how overjoyed I am to see you, it's been too long. Far too long!" I went in or another hug, but was stopped. I pulled away and stood in confusion. She looked into my optics sadly but stern, I could see the seriousness glint in her glass eyes. "I am not able to stay for long, this needs to be quick. I came here to visit you." She hesitated and scanned the area once more. "I came to ask if you wanted to come with me. To leave." I quietly gasped. Leave the group? But that's against the rules! Although, I don't really seem like a huge help around the church either. Being the weakest one I always seem to hold everyone back. I glanced at 7, her face was contorted wise nervousness, I had to decide quickly. If I were to leave, I could start anew with 7. If I were to stay, I would be left in the dark, not knowing if I'd ever see 7 again. "I'll go." 7 looked down at me in surprise, though her serious complexion soon returned. "Great. Alright, lets move. We haven't much time." She grabbed my hand with her own and we ran out of the church. The immediate exposure to the sun hit my optics like a brick and I winced. Being held in the church for too long had taken it's toll. 

2 hours later

It felt like forever, but we had finally reached her camp unharmed. we quickly ran into the run down complex only to be hit with a strong wave of dust and old book smell. 7 went to go rest her gear in a safe place while I stood flabbergasted by the sight in front of me. "So many books..." I twirled around to take in my surroundings. After a few minutes, I heard a faint ticking sound, echoing throughout the building I now recalled as a library. The ticking grew louder to the point where I could possibly pinpoint it's location. Bright, everything was suddenly bright. I felt hands prodding at my fabric and tapping the metal of my eyes. Twisting me around and pulling on my limbs, I was never given the time to adjust my sight. "They really seem to like you, given they haven't even met you before." 7 laughed at my predicament. The forms soon retreaded from my form and I was able to see them fully. Two stitchpunk twins. The same material and structure seemed to have been used for both of them. They tilted their heads in unison, not knowing what to do next. I finished taking in their appearances and lightly chuckled. "I think I'm going to like getting to know you two." They both smiled

Alright it is 1:30 AM and I have published the new story. Here are the first 4, there will be more updates along the way :)