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6 and 15 returned to the small corner they called home. It had been a rough day for the both of them, what with 1 accusing them of stealing his calander. All the two wanted to do now was relax. 15 nearly fell to the floor from exhaustion, but 6 ran to her side and caught her. 15 was surprised, but greatful. "Thanks 6, I'm lucky to have you by my side." she said. 6 blushed and nervously laughed hearing her say that. "We should get some sleep. It's getting late, and we could both use some rest after what happened today."
The two slowly began to walk towards the small part of the room that served as their "bed". While 6 began to lie down, 15 stood frozen where she stood, staring off into space. "F-f-15? A-are you o-o-okay?" 6 asked. He knew what was going on with her. It was the same as what would happen to him whenever he had a vision. 15 snapped back into reality, a worried look on her face. "F-15?"
"Oh, i-it's nothing... I'll be there in a minute." 15 said.
6 slowly closed his optics, listening to the sound of 15's pen-nib fingers moving across a piece of paper. He began to drift off into a dream. A dream he wished he would stop having every night.
It would start the same. He would be standing in darkness, completely alone. He was afraid, this darkness wasn't like the kind he was used to. It was intimidating.
"6..."
He heard a voice, and in the pitch black darkness stood the form of 15. She looked sad, almost as if she were about to cry. 6 ran as fast as he could to her, his arms reached out to embrace her. Yet when he tried to take her into his grasp, she would vanish. He tried to search for her, yet she was nowhere to be found. "F-15? W-where are you? 15?!"
Usually, the dream would end right there. But tonight, it continued.
Next, he saw the forms of his companions, his family. 2, 11, 8, 16, 5, and 1 were all standing in the darkness, but 15 was still nowhere to be found. Then one by one, the others began to change. Their entire bodies turned bright green, and their numbers floated besides their bodies. They began to dissapear, and once again, 6 was alone. "N-no. Don't l-l-leave me h-here!"
That's when he began to notice that he too, was changing. Turning the same green as the others had. "N-no. D-don't take m-m-me too!" he yelled out.
Then he felt something pass through the yarn on his head. It felt familier, kind, loving. He turned around to see 15 again, the same green as he was. "Never forget me..." she said, smiling.
"F...15?"
A bright red light came from behind 15, and she dissapeared the same way that the others had. "No! C-c-come back! B-b-b-bring 15 b-back!" he yelled out to the light. But it vanished without answering his wishes. 6 thought that this was the end. That he was destined to be alone. Not even the light had stayed. He looked down at his hands, and noticed that they were begining to dissapear as well. He saw a hand in front of him, reaching out and waiting for 6 to take it.
"It's alright now 6. It's all over. We need to go now." 15's voice came from nowhere.
6 hesitantly took the hand and felt himself being risen to the sky. Looking down under him, he saw a little orange glow. A fire. Four figures were standing by it. He looked at the hand, seeing that a Stitchpunk had came from it. Nearby were six other Stitchpunks rising with them, two were rising together. He tried to look at the face of the Stitchpunk who's hand he was holding, but a bright light prevented him from seeing it.
"Welcome home 6."
It was then that 6 woke up. "F-f-15? A-are you awake a-already?"
He recieved no answer. "F-15?"