AstroGriffin

The rest of the day was rather uneventful. While the rumbling of distant explosions continued outside, the small group of ragdolls could do little but wander around and explore the sanctuary. 2, 5 and the twins had stumbled upon a large library collection, but to the twins’ disappointment it seemed to be mostly copies of the exact same book, it would not keep them busy for long. 7 had taken it upon herself to explore higher up, to see what secrets this place held. The tower that seemed to extend into the sky was intriguing, but a challenge to reach for such small creatures. 1 had wandered the building’s parameters, looking for any openings or breaches and commanding 8 to to do something about them. The older stitchpunk obsessively looked for ways to take control of their environment, to keep them separated from the uncontrollable world outside. As night fell the stitchpunks settled down, the dark made it difficult to get anything done. They had found various fabrics and pillows that

A loud sound could be heard from the outside. Another explosion. He was so used to hearing them that his mind faded them out most of the time, this one had woken him up, tho. He didn’t remember falling asleep, he didn’t remember much of anything, really. Only pain and confusion. His head was still pounding, but the stinging in his face had mostly faded. His body felt impossibly heavy, he couldn’t find the energy to move, and it was dark, his vision couldn’t find anything to focus on. He laid there for a moment, listening to the ambient sounds of destruction and death from outside the stone walls. Then a new sound caught his attention, this one not from the outside, but from somewhere nearby. Scratching, erratic yet with purpose. Despite the fall of darkness, someone else was awake too. A soft humming echoed along with the scratching, a haunting melody, yet somehow comforting for the exhausted stitchpunk, who had just been through the most difficult hours of his short life. He didn’t

The dented helmet had to be abandoned once they reached the front of the tall building. The heavy doors were closed shut, but an opening in the splintered wood was enough for the eight tiny ragdolls to squeeze through. The deafening sounds from the outside chaos became muffled behind the stone walls, and a sense of relief washed over the terrified group. Moments like these had been rare in their short lives, they welcomed the silence. Each of them took a moment to stare in awe at the massive building they found themselves in, the ceiling was taller than even the war machines. It felt powerful, but also exposing, like they were being watched from every direction. The warplane that had crashed into the roof and was somehow stuck didn’t help, its propellers slowly spinning with the wind, like any moment it could come to life and crash down upon them. ”Can we put him down here?” 7 broke the silence, even her soft tones were echoing among the walls. ”Yes, yes. This will do.” Answered 2,