#mod fox posts

Develop crush on your favorite character(s)

Sudden fondness for a side character

Get introduced to them/their source media by a friend

Look up similar characters and stumble upon them

Just kind of. Somehow come across them like a raccoon in the garbage

A stitchpunk sat on a windowsill, watching the rain patter down. Their white ermine cloak was wrapped neatly over their shoulders, draping over their back in a way that seemed practiced.

It had been raining the day this stitchpunk met the leader of the group; 1, the eldest.

10 forgot exactly how, or even when they awoke, but they had done so alone, far from the others. They weren’t even the Scientist’s invention, and they knew others were out there. Had the rest survived, they wondered, tracking a drop as it joined the millions of others on the pavement below, or is it just us left?

They remembered the day they were all brought back, the first eight. 2 had greeted them with a warm smile, while 7 quickly became both a big sister and a mouthy annoyance at the same time, rebuking the younger for their company of choice.

Who could blame a stitchpunk for falling in love?

They remember stumbling upon their creator’s body for the first time. 1 had watched, silent, as his ermine-cloacked friend shut their creator’s eyes for the last time. There was no present to be had, no wild prophecy to fulfill, no mistakes for 10 to correct.

There was solely grief for that which had been lost.

The pair was different back then; bickering, debating, sometimes fuming in silence.

But that moment changed everything.

1 had walked closer- slowly, quietly, as if the Machine could appear at any moment- and gently put a hand on 10’s shoulder.

Back then, they had stiffened; now, whenever 1 did it, 10 leaned into him, enjoying his company.

A raindrop slid through the small crack in the window, and hit 10 on the head. They shook their head and got up, nostalgia snapped in two for the moment.

“We really need to patch that up..”

“Why, so you can brood some more without me?”

10 looked behind them, nearly jumping at 1’s quiet approach.

“You brood without me too sometimes, you know! This is my favorite spot!”

1 rolled his eyes, stopping beside them. “What were you reminiscing about?”

10 shifted their weight, looking back at the downpour. “Us. The day we first met, and all that.”

1’s eyes widened, only slightly. “You still remember it?”

10 let out a small laugh. “Not entirely, you know my memory’s always been sucky. I just.. It was nice, you know? Knowing someone else cared, for the first time.”

1 nodded, taking a look out the window. “Why wouldn’t I care for you? You treated me well enough.”

10 stayed silent for a moment. “Not at first. Neither of us did. But.. you were all I had.”

“So you were nice to me out of convenience?” 1 teased, watching 10 stiffen and take a step back.

“Of course not! You were good company and I liked you!”

“Even when we fought?”

10 playfully nudged 1, a small smile on their face. “Especially when we fought. It’s nice to have a different, authoritarian perspective on things sometimes!” As 1 sputtered, 10 added on, “You kept me grounded when my head was in the clouds! Where would I be without you?”

1 caught on to the teasing, a small smirk forming on his own face. “Dead, most likely. Caught by the machine, or by your own foolish endeavors.”

“Hey!”

“It’s just a fact, 10.”

I hacked into Mod Moth’s phone (by hacked I mean I guessed the password) and changed her phone background to this.

I figured I would give unto the masses the one thing I spent entirely too much effort on. My masterpiece,

Angor Lob.