Disclaimer: Hi guys just wanna say I don't own the story or characters of the movie 9, I'm just writing this for fun ^^ Another thing being 11 belongs to my friend Becca and 0 is my Oc. Also, this isn't really a flowing story, more like a bunch of one-shots put into a chronological order... sort of... Hope ya'll like ;)

To help us or to fail us...?

Trapped

Daily update:
Time – around 12 at night...
Day- I lost track of that so long ago...
I can't even remember the day I lost track of my days in this damned box! That's how bad this is now! I only know the time because I have watch trapped under here with me, a small wrist watch that ticks repeatedly over and over and over and over and over and-
I'm losing it... All I have is the watch, my empty bag, a dim light shining through a crack in the ceiling of my prison which I can't reach, and my piece of chalk that I'm using to write this with on the walls of my prison. It's entertaining just to scribble down my thoughts, then I can look over it, pretend I didn't write it, and have a 'conversation' with the words... My god, what's happened to me...? There's no one else in here, I'm so lonely that I'm talking to myself! Ugh, I hate myself so much! It's my own fault! I woke up, ready to complete my mission and help save the world, but no, SOMEHOW I had trip over and drag a box down with me so it would fall on me! Not only that, I think a bunch of books fell on the box, making it impossible for me to get out... oh, why me? Why!
Oh, yes... I mentioned I had a mission to full fill right? Or is that just my mind tricking me... Wait... Yeah, I said it- or, wrote it as you'd think... But the fact is, I don't know anymore... Yeah, that's right, I've been in here for creator knows too long and forgotten the mission I was given! Observe:
My mission to full fill in my life is...
THERE! I can't remember, and it's built into my goddamned system somewhere! It's great to see that I've forgotten something that was jammed into my memory, isn't it? (Note my sarcasm please)
Hmm... I know I said I'm writing this for entertainment, and I really doubt anyone will ever read this when they find my ashes or even by any slim chance found and gone, but I guess it's almost a warning... Never get trapped in boxes... Great moral, there should be a book on it...
Heck, THIS could be a book! I've already written about ten of these in anyplace I could reach in here, this one on the wall with the most light which is sort of why there aren't that many writing mistakes and all that jazz... oh well, nothings gonna wanna read this are they? Nothing- SH! Wait there... what's that..? I'll be back writing...
Sorry about that... I had to be quiet there for a while... I sometimes hear noises outside and I get scared... I don't know what is out there so don't bother asking! All I know is that it could be dangerous, and, I'll be totally honest with you, I'm terrified... Oh yeah, go ahead and laugh at the cowardly rag doll thing, but if YOU were HERE, in MY place, writing on THIS wall, YOU'D feel the same! I promise! Why? Because... Because... oh, I don't know, it's just so worrying to think that, I was made to complete some mission and now I can't complete it 'cus I'm trapped and... I want answers- No, I NEED answers!
Who am I?
What was I made for?
Will I ever escape?
Are there more of my kind? I mean, I presume so since I have this odd number digit on both of my shoulders, they're... round... a zero...? Yes, that's the number, Zero! I think it's on my back too but, I can't see properly, My back gets in the way and I can't really turn my head enough to see it, so, yeah... I've always called myself that for some reason... It just seems so... Natural... I wake up after sleeping and say, 'Good morning, Zero! Another day trapped in a stinking box, eh?' then I draw on the floor... Yup, walls for writing, floor for drawing... I have about 6 drawings so far and 10 'daily updates' although they're not even daily, or updates on that note! Just more or less putting my thoughts on the wall for no reason except entertainment and to try maintaining my sanity, well, what's left of it anyways...
But yeah, I do hope there's more than just me out there... When I woke up, there was no one... Though I worry about what they'd think of me, if 'they' ever find me or even exist for that matter... But it would be great to know I'm not alone in this place... Although, to be honest, I'm not bothered about what's out there that much, only because I fear whatever's lurking outside of these walls, especially if it wants knock me out for good. Though on the same note, what if it DOESN'T want to kill me?
What if those noises I hear are 'them', searching for me?
Am I that important?
Nah, it's only little ol' Zero... Plus I was never told about 'others' of my 'kind' so I'll play safe and stay quiet, just like I always have for... some amount of time...
Wow, looking back I can't believe how much I've written actually, Heh heh... That's a lot... I'm a little worried that my chalks gonna run ou-

Zero sighed in annoyance as the last piece of chalk melted in her hands making it impossible for her to finish her ramble.
"Well, that's just brilliant..." She grumbled to herself in annoyance. She slid down the wall of her prison and curled up, knees up to her chest, arms coiled around each other for warmth. All was silent except the tick tocking of the watch that made her left eye twitch. Why she hadn't smashed that thing to pieces already, she didn't know, well, she always guessed it's good to at least know what time it is, as she was already loosing it by not knowing how many days have passed since her accident.
With a sigh, she pushed back one of the chestnut brown feathers on her head that acted as 'hair'. She looked up and around, quickly regretting it. She liked writing and drawing because it distracted her from seeing figures in the shadows which scared her as well as helped her forget how large the box was, which made her fearful. The more space there was, the more chance that something could be hiding, ready to rip her to shreds. She quivered as her grip on her arms tightened. She had to get out some time, she couldn't take much more. She called for help the first time she was trapped but no one had come, and her theory's of monsters that wanted her dead outside prevented her for calling for assistance any further. But... She wouldn't know if she didn't try...
'It's your own life you'll be paying...'
Zero let out a squeak of fear as her head and eyes darted about, searching for the owner of the voice. A few moments passed before she realised it was her mind talking to her.
'I must be going insane' she thought as she replied to herself, "But if I don't try I'll never know!" She spoke aloud, feeling a small blush form on her cheek as she realised she was talking to herself for entertainment.
She heard a scoff, 'Typical, you're loosing it so bad you're striking up an argument to yourself...'
Zero frowned, "Hey, You're the one who started talking to me! I wouldn't even BE insane if I was smart enough to think of a way out!"
'Because there IS no way out, Zero! All you have is light, an obnoxiously annoying watch and chalk. HOW can you escape with chalk?'
Zero sighed, "Well, the brain's meant to think up ideas, not the body..."
'A mind can't think straight if it's bombarded by thoughts of fear.'
"Hey, you were encouraging my fear earlier... making me think about all the dangers of the outside world AND saying it's my own life I'll be paying!"
'I only think what you want me to think because I'm YOUR mind!"
Putting the conversation aside, Zero thought. The only reason she was scared was because she made herself scared, and over time, had become used to being scared. She sighed. The only reason she was still trapped was because she was too chicken to call for help in the fear of facing deaths jaws. She brought the imaginary voice of her mind back.
"Your right... I'm only as scared as I want to be... B-but now I can't help being scared! What am I gonna do?" She held back her voice from breaking and letting tears flow. She wasn't even sure if she could cry, most of her being built of mechanics and fabric, but still... the feeling was there, and that's all she need to feel a tidal wave of sadness wash over her.
'I'm afraid I only know as much as you on what to do... It's time to face my fears and try being brave...'
"But how can I-?"
She jolted as she heard it. Something she never thought she'd hear in forever. Hope... It banged against the walls of her prison.
"Hello? Is someone in there...?"
Zero's voice caught in her voice box. 'What do I do? Call for help? What if it wants to harm me?'
'She...' Zero confirmed to herself, realising the voice was feminine.
"Hello?"
Oh creator, oh creator, oh creator! What does she do now!
There was sigh and a mutter, "I must be hearing things..." She was leaving!
"NO!" She suddenly bellowed, sprinting across the floor and towards the other side of her prison where the voice gasped from the other side as she crashed into the cardboard wall, smothered in drawings. Zero desperately smashed her fists against the walls.
"I'm in here! Help me! Please, I beg of you! I-I can't take it anymore!"
What was she doing?
Did she WANT to die!
She had been in here long enough... Her eyes widened as the voice replied.
"D-don't worry, I'll get you out... S-stand back!" She obeyed. Stepping all the way back, right on time too. The blade of a shiny needle ripped through the card of the box and made a deep ripping noise as it was pulled down through the prison wall. Zero couldn't believe it. She was going to be free! She could barely comprehend her excitement as she slumped to the floor in a sitting position.
I'm going to be free! I'm going to be free!
I'm going to be dead!
...Wait, what?
She suddenly remembered why she DIDN'T want to call for help. What if this creature wants to kill her?
With a gasp she realised her mistake and realisation was too late to be undone. With a whimper, she crawled back until her back pressed against the wall of the box as a hand much like hers crawled through the rip in the box and pulled, ripping a rectangular shape into the box.
Zero's eyes widened in amazement.
She wasn't the only one... Another stitch punk stood at the opening of her prison. A female to be correct. Zero studied her with a fearful expression. She looked very strong and not the kind of person to mess with, a needle in hand and one eye patched over.
Her good eye found her and looked down at her curled up, trembling body, and stared into her fear filled eyes.
The stitch punk smiled warmly, sliding the needle back into her belt before kneeling down to make herself appear less intimidating.
"Hello..." She greeted softly. Zero wanted to respond. But creator knows what seemed to prevent her from doing so. The stitch punk frowned slightly.
"C-Can you talk?"
Zero nodded, swallowing the large chunk of fear building in her throat. "I-I can... T-talk..." She chocked.
The stitch punk grinned. "That's good." She stood up and walked over to Zero, still sitting against the wall, knees to her chest. The stitch punk the realised something. She stopped and lifted her left foot, looking down at one of Zero's fading drawings. She looked up.
"D-did you draw this?" Zero nodded, her expression still neutral.
"I drew all of them... a-and I wrote all of this..." She gestured to the walls behind and around her. The female looked around, almost astonished.
"That must have taken forever!" She faced Zero once again, "H-how long have you been in here!"
Zero shrugged, looking down in fear. "I-I-I don't k-know...I-I lost t-track a-a-ages ago..." The stitch punk's expression softened. She stopped in front of the cowering female and bent down, holding out a hand.
Zero looked up in confusion and shock and the gentle expression of the female.
"What number are you...?" She asked. Zero, reluctantly held her hand out to reach for hers.
"Z-Zero..."
The stitch punk grinned and took her hand into a friendly grip and pulled Zero up.
"Well, Zero... I'm 11, and if you don't mind, I need to introduce you to the others since-"
"Others?" Zero's voice had never been higher or full of as much joy. There were more! She wasn't alone! She then frowned.
"A-are they... aggressive...?"
11 frowned, "Well... You be the judge..."
Zero had never felt happier. She didn't know why she did, but she suddenly expressed her joy by grabbing 11 into a surprise hug.
11 stood there in slight shock.
"T-thanks... 11..." 11 smiled and pulled away, one brow raised and a small smile on her face.
"Yeah well, don't mention it... C'mon... I'll introduce you to everyone else." Zero followed her out, still unable to deny the happiness that had just overcome her. 'Thank you creator!' she silently cheered as she prepared to begin her new life out of a prison and experience this new world.
She was no longer trapped...
Zero was free...