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[the-nine-clones]

Oh wow this place is dead. Anyways. What do you guys like to do for fun.

One frowned, "We're not really allowed to do much. Unless you count sitting around all day and staring at the wall fun."

Two shifted uncomfortably, cradling his arm and cracking a small smile, "I've tried sleeping for a bit, but other than that I try to talk to the others. It's a bit hard to do that though when the only two people that can hear me from this cell are the twins and One. One is hard to get along with, and the twins won't talk to me."

Three and Four didn't respond. They just stared.

And stared.

And stared.

And-

Five looked up slightly, shivering and taking a deep breath, "I- I like to... draw lines on the ground sometimes."

Six cocked his head, "What do you mean this place is dead? Places can't be dead, not if they weren't ever alive in the first place."

Seven didn't look up, more focused on scratching the ground, "Planning an escape, obviously," She chuckled without looking up.

Eight quickly got to his feet, his voice not getting louder than a whisper, "Trying to get into the other cells."

Nine chuckled, shrugging slightly, "I do what I do best, drive people mad. And sometimes count the cracks on the walls."

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One stood in his cell, glaring holes into its door like it'll make the door open up. He tugged at his cloak uncomfortably, before going back to his staring contest.

Two sat in his cell, holding his injured arm close and trying to ignore its throbbing pain by daydreaming about the outside.

Three and Four were lying down, holding each other's hands tightly and staring at the ceiling. Three looked at Four for a few moments. Four did the same. A silent conversation, known to them and them only.

Five was curled in the corner of his cell, holding his arms protectively around himself. A small whimper escaped him as the scar over his eye sent a shooting pain through his body.

Six was pacing around his cell, humming under his breath quietly. A song, one he had heard somewhere, yet he couldn't remember where.

Seven was kneeling on the ground, scratching it carefully, only a few times every few minutes, a determined look on her face.

Eight sprawled out on the ground, out of breath from so much activity he had had. There were cracks on the walls now, though not enough to cause any destruction.

Nine sat there in the middle of his cell, staring at one of the walls. He had been doing that for hours. Just sitting. Staring. Waiting.

The Ask Box and Submissions are now open.

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(I'm finally done with the clones, but it'll probably take a bit for me to open up the asks. To be honest I feel a bit burnt out after drawing them all.)

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"Nine was a... tricky one. He's an almost perfect clone of his original and managed to pretend to be on our side for almost a week before finally slipping up and showing his flaws. Keep an eye on him."

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"It's the most aggressive one, even some of the guards are scared of it. It hasn't attacked anyone unprovoked yet, just the guard that accidentally hurt Five, and most of the time just sits in the corner and glares at the guards when they interact with the other clones, as if just waiting for just a tiny excuse to pounce on them."

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"It says it's a girl. It wouldn't stop asking questions all the time, though it also was the only one who answered us clearly when we interrogated it. So far it had been the only one asking to see outside."

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"Six has to be the most unsettling one, if we don't count Three and Four, that is. It hasn't stopped smiling since it had woken up. It only talks to other clones and stares quietly at everyone else."

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"One of the guards tried to attack Two but accidentally blinded it in one eye instead and now it tries to cover it up. It's been quiet ever since, though Seven says it's heard it humming a tune sometimes."

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"They don't talk, they haven't interacted with any of the other clones and they haven't chosen go be separated for more than a few minutes. They can talk, however they only whisper among themselves and no one else."

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"It can't see well. We weren't going to give it a pair of glasses, but Eight wouldn't stop trying to attack the guards until we gave it a pair. It's very smart, but too much of a coward to be of use."

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"It says it's the 'leader' and that we have to listen to every word it says. We have yet to find a way to separate it from that stupid red tablecloth it calls its cloak."

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(Just a little explanation, this is an ask blog. The idea is that out of Otto's 12 clones at the end of Deadlock, only 3 of them came out as perfect clones that can be used for what they were made for. The 9 other clones were imperfect and wanted to be individuals, so they were locked away a few hours after getting out of their vats.)