Sui stroked the rabbit as she considered her potential options. Clearly, the thing was dedicated to munching on her for some reason, but that wasn’t too big of a negative considering the lack of damage it was inflicting at the moment.

Stroking the rabbit was rather calming too. Another point in its favour. It isn’t as nice as knitting, but it did use less thread, which was a rather big plus side. Unbeknownst to Sui, though, as she stroked the rabbit, she was building a static charge. Nothing seemed amiss…

Perhaps these monsters aren’t so bad then. They can’t hurt us, they don’t leave any waste when they disappear, they are extremely fluffy, and Sui felt a zap run through her fingers, stroking the rabbit. Pulling back in shock, Sui watched the bunny turn to dust before her eyes.

Wait, so literally, anything would have killed these guys? As the thought came to Sui, another annoying box tried to grab her attention.

Congratulations you’ve-

Sui furiously swiped at the box, trying to dismiss it once again and failing. What is the deal with these? Well… I guess my afternoon of knitting is already ruined, so I can look at the very least here it out once.

Congratulations you’ve cleared the first wave:

Defeated – 3x Rabid Rabbits

Gained - 1 level you are now level 2

Drops – None

Achievements – The first wave.

The first wave

Survive the very first wave created by the system

(Only infinity more to go)

This is hardly important. Thought Sui isn’t there some options to turn it off or something? And on command, Sui got her wish

Options

Notification

Display

Commands

Sui was overjoyed to see a notification section. Thinking about it, the screen switched by Sui was disappointed. It only had useless options like “Don’t interrupt me in combat” or “Don’t give me every skill up” and even the silliest “Turn on notification sounds”

Can’t there be something useful? Like a filter so that only things related to needlework appear?

Processing…

Request accepted

Wait, that works? Sui was shocked the dastardly thing was actually listening to her. Ok, wait, wait, can you give me… things that are really really important, and everything related to cloth, needlework, knitting and things of that nature?

Processing…

Determining validity of settings…

Examining database for similar settings…

Failure…

Generating new framework…

Framework accepted.

Does Sui wish to accept specialised filter Needlework?

Sui’s face lit up with joy. Yes, please. As Sui did that, she felt a tingling sensation run along her body along with another notification.

Achievement, Thread’s Disciple.

The first of its kind for earthlings.

To Earn: Create a Unique notification filter to prioritise thread over all else.

(There is thread and only thread)

Reward – Delayed

Sui’s eyes went even wider. Who cares about the damned achievement? I can do my work in peace now. Sui was practically vibrating with excitement. Knitting might have been put aside, but now she was pumped to get back to her current major project. Quickly tidying up her ‘scarf’ and basket, Sui headed straight for her room.

Grandma’s house was a rather small affair with only three major rooms and a lean-to. Outside, there was, of course, the lean-to for the washing machine and dryer and led straight out into the garden. Grandma never seemed to work in it, but it was always neat and tidy with rows of flowers of all sizes… Sui never learned the names.

Inside the house was a similarly sparse affair. There was the joined kitchen/lounge room that took up the front half of the house in its entirety. The kitchen wasn’t that small. Actually, it was the lounge that suffered, with just enough room for a tv and a three-person sofa, luckily guests never complained.

The kitchen instead was a rather lavish affair, if you only compared the rest of the house. It was loaded with cupboards and had a large kitchen table running nearly the length of the lounge. Grandma actually had two ovens, though this came at the expense of a dishwasher… Grandma always joked that she didn’t need one because she had a Sui, despite doing most of the cleaning and cooking herself.

The other half of the house was split between Sui’s own room and her Grandmother’s master bedroom. Grandma’s room was fairly plain with a dresser and bed, and not much else. There was, of course, the unsuited bathroom, but the girls shared that, so it didn’t really feel like Grandma’s.

Then there was Sui’s room. The grand piece was, of course, her bedside table that took up half the room and was neither bedside nor really a table. It was the same height as Sui was filled to the absolute brim with any and all sewing supplies. It was split into thirds, with the first two being taken up by shelves featuring various bolts of cloth, with the final third being a series of drawers with flowers carved around the handles.

Beside it was, of course, her closet, with two mannequins in front of it for whatever her latest project. Her bed was relegated to a small corner of the room. It did have a handmaid quilt on it as well, but it wasn’t what Sui cared for.

There was also her laptop, which was supposed to rest on the bedside table, but it was nowhere to be seen. Sui routinely found it hidden under her bed, but she certainly didn’t forget it there… no, of course not.

Sui walked in through the door and threw her ‘scarf’ towards the bed. It missed, but she wasn’t too concerned. It was time to start some real work. Gently placing her basket of old thread beside her bedside table, Verity stopped to admire her current masterpiece.

Well, that was a bit of a stretch in her eyes. She’d made some great things in the past, and the outfit she had laid out on her mannequin wasn’t actually to her taste. It was going to be overly frilly, with a bunch of overcomplicated needlework that she’d need to get done.

It was actually a dress she was making for her friend Trina. She was basing it off of someone called Celestia Ludenberch or something. Sui wasn’t really sure it was just what she’d seen Trina playing over their shoulder one day and gushing about the design.

It was Trina’s birthday soon, and it was the perfect reason to start a project like this. As much as Sui might say she disliked how the dress was overdone and complain about the excessive work that was needed, she was merely lying to herself.

Any even half good reason was enough for her to break her back sewing practically anything. Just because it wasn’t her style to wear did not mean it wasn’t something she adored making. So far, Sui hadn’t made fantastic progress. She’d only started just two days ago, after all, but she’d laid down the basic pattern as well as dealt with the stockings and the headpiece. Those had been easy, relatively speaking, and it was now time to move onto the dress itself.

Sui pulled open her closet door and took out her sewing machine. Dragging it over to her bedside table and then rushing into the kitchen to steal one of the bar stools, she sat down and prepared to start work. Sui flicked on the machine, and… nothing happened.

Well… what’s going on… Ah, Sui noticed that she’d forgotten to actually plug the thing in. Correcting her slight mistake, she once again took up perch and prepared herself for a few frenzied hours of sewing.

Eyes blazing, body ready, Sui flicked on the switch and… still, nothing happened. Sui flicked the switch off… then back on... off… on… this repeated a view times before Sui’s heart started to sink.

Running over to her wall Sui flicked her light switch and, when nothing happened, breathed a sigh of relief. Oh good. My sewing machine isn’t broken; we just have no power. Of course, this did not deter Sui. She was still more than ready to tackle this project. She’d just need to do things the old-fashioned way.

Exiting her room and making a sharp right turn Sui continued down the hall and into the storage closet. Opening it up, a cloud of dust puffed out. Waving away the dust and debris and giving a light cough, Sui examined the shelves.

The closet in question was packed with various knickknacks. Bags of Christmas ornaments, various old rugs Sui had made, various old rugs Sui hadn’t made… perhaps her grandmother had a slight obsession.

Sui shook her head and went to brush past the rugs to look for her loom. She’d had it for a number of years and actually learned to sew with it at first. Her grandmother had insisted for some strange reason. It was only after she’d bought her own sewing machine recently that she’d swapped over. A part of her still regretted the change, but the speed was very nice. Just as her hand was about to touch the box containing her loom, a message appeared in her eyes.

Sui, wave 2 will be commencing in approximately 5:00 minutes; please ready yourself.

Sui felt her eye starting to twitch. “Am I ever going to get the chance to do some sewing!” Sui cursed, completely ignoring the fact she’d spent over an hour knitting before the first message had shown up.