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AnyCartoonRP-Six
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[2013-07-27 03:21:29 +0000 UTC]
"Go back... to the source!"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 61; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 116
Watching: 102; Pageviews: 7114; Comments Made: 3334; Friends: 102
# About me
Hello... my name is, well, um, you know. Six. So, One says I shouldn't be out here talking to strange strangers, but I was so curious. It gets boring sitting in that old abandoned church sometimes, like when Eight hides my ink jar and I can't draw anything. I draw all the time. I have to draw, it... it makes me feel just... whole. Fixed. Not insane at all, no matter what the others say. S-sorry... am I babbling? They say I do that sometimes. May I introduce myself?
Name: "Six, just Six."
Race: Stitchpunk. One of the nine creatures created by the source.
Gender: Male.
Home: The old abandoned church, out in the emptiness.
Alignment: Good.
Personality: Quiet, child-hearted at times, slightly mad, passionate (to the point of possibly being obsessed) about his art.
Abilities: Drawing.
Habits: Drawing.
Likes: Drawing.
Can usually be found: Drawing.
Dislikes: Being creatively stifled/shut down/approached with anger or agression (usually by One or Eight).
Flaws: Insane, non-confrontational.
Allies , , Three, Four, Two, and, um, well, I am a little of afraid of Seven, but she is very nice when she isn't hacking away at Things with her spear, so I suppose she is my ally as well. Then there are the two humans, Marci and Mabelle, who now live with us. One was... not happy with this arrangement. But, I like them. Quite a lot... And now there's Z. He's a stitchpunk like me, but... I've never met anyone like him before. However, it doesn't seem to bother him that I'm... you know. He even draws with me sometimes. I still feel bad about injuring him when we first met. And Maria. Maria is a good friend."
Enemies: We... we're all afraid of the beast... except maybe Seven. Then there's that man...
Six is the artistic portion of the Scientist's personality. He sees things the others in the group don't see. 6's fingers are made of ink pen nibs, which he uses to draw.
# Comments
Comments: 2177
Hi 6. 
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Miko picks 6 up in her hands.
Β "Ooh, you're so cuuute! Where are your friends? Are they hiding?"
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(OH MY GOD, 6~
He was my favorite. *3* )
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(( Mine too~ ))
(( But how did you find me here?! I'm not even active on this account anymore! ))
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(I don't know, exactly...I just kinda stumbled on. XD)
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(( You know who I am, right? It's ~c-rane . 
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(OH MY GOD I TOTALLY DIDN'T KNOW HI THERE. XD
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Hello there, little one! *Spots you and looks down at you*
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Allie:*she watches you silently as you draw* ... *she slightly tilts her head, never seeing the strange thing you were sketching before*Β
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*I look up, startled. You stole my thing that I say.*
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Xavier: *smiles and chuckles* Your very small...
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*I gulp and stand up,Β hoping toΒ makeΒ hasty retreat from this odd-looking stranger. But curiosity keeps me rooted to the spot. I stand, watching you, not talking.*
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Xavier: Something wrong? I'm not here to hurt you.
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*I inch a little closer, still wary. I wasn't good with strangers.* "N-nothing wrong..."
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Xavier: You sure? *sighs* It's my scary appearance... isn't?
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"It's... n-not that." *I shuffle my feet.* "You're an outsider."
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Xavier: Outsider?
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"Outsider." *I point with one sharp, metal finger towards the Emptiness, a barren, post-apocalypse wasteland. Naturally, I was scared of anything that came out of there.*
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Xavier: Oh... I see, deserted, destroyed, lifeless...
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*Feeling edgy, I duck into my corner to hide.*
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Xavier: You all right?
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*I step back out of my corner so you can see me, and tap the side of my head with one finger. Then I duck back into hiding again.*
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*I remain in hiding. After a second, you hear footsteps from behind you. Someone was coming.*
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Xavier: Oh... *slowly turns invisible*
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*A stitchpunk enters the room, one eye, laden with bits of spare parts and junk. He calls out in a cheerful but slightly timid voice.*
Five: "Hey, Six? A-are you there?" ^^
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Xavier: *growls*
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Five: *cries out, startled, and drops the armful of mechanic stuff he had been holding. It seemed as though everyone who lived here was jumpy...* "Ahh... what was that?" *he looks about nervously*
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Xavier: *becomes visible again, then looks at it, then smiles*
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Five: *He stares at you with wide, horror filled eyes. His hands move up to his chest, and his shoulders riseΒ in fear* "Meep."
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Xavier: *licks him, then lays next to him*
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Five: "Urgh..." *shudders, but relaxes somewhat when he realizes you weren't going to hurt him... at least not right away* "Um... hello there. Wh-who are you?"
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Xavier: Xavier...
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Five: "Uh... nice to meet you. I'm Five. Like the number?" *laughs sort of nervously*
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Five: "Yeah..." *rubs his neck* "I, uh... came down here for one of my friends. Six. Have you, by any chance... *gulps* "...eaten him?"
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Xavier: No, he's a friend, I am not here to harm, he's over here actually, Six?
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Six: *I peek out of hiding, and notice Five standing there. I trot over to him happily and wrap my arms around his waist, like an adoring five-year-old kid.*
Five: "O-oh... there you are." *smiles down at me, still somewhat nervous, then looks back up at Xavier*
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Xavier: Nervous, I can tell, am I really that terrifying to you?
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Five: "Terrifying? N-no! It's, ah, just that... well, there are some really weird things out there, ever since... you know." *referring to the end of the world*
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Xavier: I know, he explained.
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Five: 
Six: *I look up atΒ Five with big, innocent eyes.*
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