16blacknight

  “No, absolutely not!” The finality with which the words were barked pulled every gaze toward the eldest Stitchpunk the following morning.  By now, Sarah and her siblings had even grown accustomed to the conflicts Nine often fell into with One—and had learned to just ignore them as eventually the former would either win the argument or just do whatever he felt was best anyway—but the latter seemed so adamant that they couldn’t possibly look elsewhere. Sarah blinked up from the empty spool she was using as a chair to where the pair stood arguing as Two checked the mechanics of her right leg.  “What’

  It had become something habitual, shedding the worn piece of fabric that curtained the opening of the cubby that made the former human children’s room at night to check-up on them—watching the subtle rise and fall of their chests within the makeshift beds as they slept.  It was a peaceful scene, and Nine always felt better knowing that they were safely tucked in in a fitful rest.   Of course they didn’t really need to sleep, but he assumed it was a habit of its own left over from when they were human.  They seemed in better spirits when they rested too, so there was never any issue.  The twins—whether for the sake o