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Fading
Show me...
Tell me...
Please...
I beg you...
Memories fade over time. Most can’t remember their childhood, that’s because the dreams wither and die and once it’s gone, it can never be replaced. But in that small corner of our brains, they sometimes hide, waiting to hand answers to us.
Silence.
Consciousness. I’m alive... I need to wake up. It’s my purpose.
I let light into my sight. It was all I saw until I lifted my head. The light came in through something... square? No, rectangular... A... A window. I think that’s it.
I think...
I can think...
I’m alive...
I scanned around. Where was this place? What reason was I here for?
“0...”
0... 0... That’s me! I am Zero... Someone was calling for me. Someone wanted me. I turned, looking for the voice. A white body. Flesh hands wrapped over each other rested on the same object I was on... Wooden... A desk...
My sight pulled me upwards into the face of the voice. The form of the voice. The owner of the voice whom smiled gently at my presence.
“Greeting’s, 0... You are my first successful creation...”
Creation...
Creator...
Creation...
Creator...
He’s my creator...
I looked up, eyes sparkling in confusion and wonder, “C-creation...?” He gave a faint nod and held both hands out in a slight oval shape. I gathered up the strength in my legs and crawled onto my hands. With a big force, I pushed myself up, only to fall straight back down.
“Ouch!”
That... That hurt... Pain... I didn’t like it...
A gentle grip of flesh wrapped across my waist as I was hauled into the air. I gripped the hand of the creator in... Fear... In fear of falling... I was dropped into the other hand where my feet first touched, and for a chance to stand, I gently held onto the stubbiest finger of the creator... A thumb, I confirmed...
He continued to talk as I steadied myself. “You, 0, are the first of my series of creations I plan to make, to save our world.” I looked up again and tilted my head. Something... Didn’t look right... Of all the things about this person, his.. Hair... It just didn’t fit... It was too smooth...
“Fix...” He looked at me in confusion.
“Wha-?” I pointed up towards his hair.
“Hair... Need’s fixing...” He gave a gentle scoff and I was suddenly lifted up, closer to the top of his head.
“Why didn’t you fix it then? I’ll explain a little more about you, my little creation...”
My lips curled. A smile. I smiled as I took a small step away from the thumb and followed my instinct. It was too smooth. What would work?
Spike... That would be... fitting...
I listened as he continued to speak to me, His creation... “As I can see, you’ve been given a fraction of the creativity in my soul... I plan on transferring parts of my soul to each of the creations I make. You will each have a purpose. Whether it’s to lead or to protect, inspire or guide, you’ll have to look out for each other...”
I frowned. “Why...?”
He sighed in... Sadness... Did I upset him? Did I offend him? With deep hesitation I gently placed a hand on his head.
“I-I’m... Sorry... Didn’t... mean...” A gentle stroke on my head.
“It’s fine, little one... You need to know... A while ago, I created a great machine, under the orders of my leader...I called it the fabrication machine, or, B.R.A.I.N, a thinking robot. But my machine was greatly flawed, for it lacked the human soul... it became corrupt over time and now...” Another saddened sigh, “Now we are at war with the machines it’s creating...”
0 frowned and blinked, still keeping to her task, “We... We are...Who’s... We?”
“Everyone,” He said, “All of human kind... and now you too, my creation... You and your fellow stitchpunk’s, shall protect the future...”
0 stepped back. Better, that looked better... Did it?
“Need a better view...” He lifted me back towards the desk. I jumped down and landed. The desk was easier to stand on. Not so wobbly and squishy. I looked up and smiled.
“Better... So much better!” The scientist couldn’t restrain a chuckle as he lifted the mirror on the desk and saw himself, his hair now spiked back.
“Hmm... It is more suiting, isn’t it...?” It wasn’t a question to her or himself. Rhetorical. A rhetorical question. It wasn’t meant to be answered. I smiled... proud... I smiled proudly.
It fell as my creators smile did. His looked at me with hurt eyes. What did I do wrong...?
He sighed. “0... My creation... The next time you wake up... I won’t be here... I give you one purpose, and one purpose alone...”
I raised my head. Purpose... Purpose! Important... This was important... He pulled something open. It was part of the desk. Out of it he pulled a few objects and placed them in front of me. The first was a line of fabric. On one end was a brown coloured round shape with two holes in the middle. A button. That’s the name. He lifted it up and wrapped it over my waist, carefully, pulling the end with the button over the bear end of the fabric and fastened them together with string and a thin, shiny, silver object. I looked down. It fit like... like a... like a rug? I don’t know, the words seemed to fit well together. Like me and this new piece of equipment. Looking again I hadn’t noticed the smaller object fastened to it. What was that? Chalk... Is that the word...?
Something else caught my eye. Colour. Bright and vibrant. Red... Blood. Roses. Cars. These words just seemed to link. I didn’t even know what they meant or where. Were they people? What a weird thing to call something Roses... But this little object was so odd. Small... square... very thin... It was... Bandana... The word suddenly crossed my mind along with an image. I followed the image and bent down to pick it up. It was so smooth. I lifted it too my neck and tied two corners together behind my neck. It felt weird... The fabric tickled my back and the knot felt like something was crawling up my back...
Maybe if I...
Yes. It felt much better with the knot at the front. I smiled proudly before looking up to my creator who had been watching curiously. He lifted up the final object. A large base with something draped over the top, fastened with a smaller button. Two ends of another line of fabric where sewn either side of it two, my creator held it by the middle of the fabric. He placed it other my shoulder so it hung just besides my waist. I lifted it with one hand to observe it better. A bag...
I looked back towards him. Lifting my chin proudly, feeling complete, and ready to receive my mission.
“0, you shall-”
Darkness...
Memories fade over time. Most can’t remember their childhood, that’s because the dreams wither and die and once it’s gone, it can never be replaced.
Once there gone... There gone...
Forever...

part 3 of Zeor's story ^^

hope ya'll like it ^^

Description
Fading
Show me...
Tell me...
Please...
I beg you...
Memories fade over time. Most can’t remember their childhood, that’s because the dreams wither and die and once it’s gone, it can never be replaced. But in that small corner of our brains, they sometimes hide, waiting to hand answers to us.
Silence.
Consciousness. I’m alive... I need to wake up. It’s my purpose.
I let light into my sight. It was all I saw until I lifted my head. The light came in through something... square? No, rectangular... A... A window. I think that’s it.
I think...
I can think...
I’m alive...
I scanned around. Where was this place? What reason was I here for?
“0...”
0... 0... That’s me! I am Zero... Someone was calling for me. Someone wanted me. I turned, looking for the voice. A white body. Flesh hands wrapped over each other rested on the same object I was on... Wooden... A desk...
My sight pulled me upwards into the face of the voice. The form of the voice. The owner of the voice whom smiled gently at my presence.
“Greeting’s, 0... You are my first successful creation...”
Creation...
Creator...
Creation...
Creator...
He’s my creator...
I looked up, eyes sparkling in confusion and wonder, “C-creation...?” He gave a faint nod and held both hands out in a slight oval shape. I gathered up the strength in my legs and crawled onto my hands. With a big force, I pushed myself up, only to fall straight back down.
“Ouch!”
That... That hurt... Pain... I didn’t like it...
A gentle grip of flesh wrapped across my waist as I was hauled into the air. I gripped the hand of the creator in... Fear... In fear of falling... I was dropped into the other hand where my feet first touched, and for a chance to stand, I gently held onto the stubbiest finger of the creator... A thumb, I confirmed...
He continued to talk as I steadied myself. “You, 0, are the first of my series of creations I plan to make, to save our world.” I looked up again and tilted my head. Something... Didn’t look right... Of all the things about this person, his.. Hair... It just didn’t fit... It was too smooth...
“Fix...” He looked at me in confusion.
“Wha-?” I pointed up towards his hair.
“Hair... Need’s fixing...” He gave a gentle scoff and I was suddenly lifted up, closer to the top of his head.
“Why didn’t you fix it then? I’ll explain a little more about you, my little creation...”
My lips curled. A smile. I smiled as I took a small step away from the thumb and followed my instinct. It was too smooth. What would work?
Spike... That would be... fitting...
I listened as he continued to speak to me, His creation... “As I can see, you’ve been given a fraction of the creativity in my soul... I plan on transferring parts of my soul to each of the creations I make. You will each have a purpose. Whether it’s to lead or to protect, inspire or guide, you’ll have to look out for each other...”
I frowned. “Why...?”
He sighed in... Sadness... Did I upset him? Did I offend him? With deep hesitation I gently placed a hand on his head.
“I-I’m... Sorry... Didn’t... mean...” A gentle stroke on my head.
“It’s fine, little one... You need to know... A while ago, I created a great machine, under the orders of my leader...I called it the fabrication machine, or, B.R.A.I.N, a thinking robot. But my machine was greatly flawed, for it lacked the human soul... it became corrupt over time and now...” Another saddened sigh, “Now we are at war with the machines it’s creating...”
0 frowned and blinked, still keeping to her task, “We... We are...Who’s... We?”
“Everyone,” He said, “All of human kind... and now you too, my creation... You and your fellow stitchpunk’s, shall protect the future...”
0 stepped back. Better, that looked better... Did it?
“Need a better view...” He lifted me back towards the desk. I jumped down and landed. The desk was easier to stand on. Not so wobbly and squishy. I looked up and smiled.
“Better... So much better!” The scientist couldn’t restrain a chuckle as he lifted the mirror on the desk and saw himself, his hair now spiked back.
“Hmm... It is more suiting, isn’t it...?” It wasn’t a question to her or himself. Rhetorical. A rhetorical question. It wasn’t meant to be answered. I smiled... proud... I smiled proudly.
It fell as my creators smile did. His looked at me with hurt eyes. What did I do wrong...?
He sighed. “0... My creation... The next time you wake up... I won’t be here... I give you one purpose, and one purpose alone...”
I raised my head. Purpose... Purpose! Important... This was important... He pulled something open. It was part of the desk. Out of it he pulled a few objects and placed them in front of me. The first was a line of fabric. On one end was a brown coloured round shape with two holes in the middle. A button. That’s the name. He lifted it up and wrapped it over my waist, carefully, pulling the end with the button over the bear end of the fabric and fastened them together with string and a thin, shiny, silver object. I looked down. It fit like... like a... like a rug? I don’t know, the words seemed to fit well together. Like me and this new piece of equipment. Looking again I hadn’t noticed the smaller object fastened to it. What was that? Chalk... Is that the word...?
Something else caught my eye. Colour. Bright and vibrant. Red... Blood. Roses. Cars. These words just seemed to link. I didn’t even know what they meant or where. Were they people? What a weird thing to call something Roses... But this little object was so odd. Small... square... very thin... It was... Bandana... The word suddenly crossed my mind along with an image. I followed the image and bent down to pick it up. It was so smooth. I lifted it too my neck and tied two corners together behind my neck. It felt weird... The fabric tickled my back and the knot felt like something was crawling up my back...
Maybe if I...
Yes. It felt much better with the knot at the front. I smiled proudly before looking up to my creator who had been watching curiously. He lifted up the final object. A large base with something draped over the top, fastened with a smaller button. Two ends of another line of fabric where sewn either side of it two, my creator held it by the middle of the fabric. He placed it other my shoulder so it hung just besides my waist. I lifted it with one hand to observe it better. A bag...
I looked back towards him. Lifting my chin proudly, feeling complete, and ready to receive my mission.
“0, you shall-”
Darkness...
Memories fade over time. Most can’t remember their childhood, that’s because the dreams wither and die and once it’s gone, it can never be replaced.
Once there gone... There gone...
Forever...

part 3 of Zeor's story ^^

hope ya'll like it ^^