Needing Stitches (The 9 Stitchpunks)
The world had official ended, all signals were dead and the sun had been blotted out of the sky by dark clouds, all due to the machines rising up and slaughtering everything on the planet, the majority of biological of having been destroyed with the only thing that was a upside was that the robots themselves had ended along with it. Now there were thousands of metal husks littering the world, laying dead within the rubble as you stayed holed down inside of this old wooden house, simply eating whatever canned food you had stocked up and waiting to die, particularly due to the fact that there was simply nothing else to do now that the world had ended. Your mother had seen this all coming, she was the one who had created the B.R.A.I.N and the one that knew what would happen when the government over stressed the fabricator which led to the robots getting mass produced with you having avoided most of the war as she worked on something within although she never did tell you what she was wo