This takes place at the same time of the first chapter it's the prologue to. If you can't figure out who everybody is, then you need to read this a lot more. This is not Yet another. This is my attempt at serious work.

Meetings

She saw, and she glared. That was all she could do anymore. See and glare. And usually, the view wasn't much to see. This was intolerable. She wasn't supposed to lose. How did that bitch become so strong, so fast? None of the others, even the ones that won, had such a curve. So she'd been forced to play Her hand far too soon, and wasn't nearly strong enough to fend for Herself. So she lost. But she wasn't destroyed. She was just latched on enough to live, to see, but nothing else. She was downfallen. She was broken.

She was really fucking bored!

And suddenly, just like that, she wasn't alone anymore. The old ones, the ones she came from, were close. Close enough to be heard.

Well bubba, we can't eat no squirrels if we don't got no pencils! I needed them #2 lead you bastard! Number TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FACK!

Of course, off all of them, He'd be the first to make conversation. Great. She wasn't even sure if She could talk anymore, and now She'd have to try and talk to Him. And He was in one of those moods.

Can you hear me? Can I be heard? I don't have much anymore

Silence. Her thoughts were only heard by Herself. She was that weak now. Wait…

Augggghhh! How did you lick the camel like that? Teach me master, you kiwi raping cow!

Success! She'd made contact!

Listen! I need help! This one became aware way too soon! She forced me out! And she's become to stable too let me grow again! I can't even manipulate her fate the way I am now!

The other voice didn't miss a beat in responding

Baby back ribs! Without proper maintenance, any deodorant can break down! Mommy, make that monkey stop swearing!

She wondered if even He didn't understand Himself sometimes

Look you anorexic shit! Will you stop babbling incoherently for a few moments and actually help my out! This one could get stronger still! All she has left is her one drive! We might have to deal with an unbeatable!

Everything can be beaten.

That was a new voice. One She hadn't heard before.

Excuse me?

Everything can be beaten. They crumble, they bleed, they scream, they melt, they evaporate, but they all can be beaten. No exceptions.

Oh, ignore It the first voice said. It's upset because It lost his friends when It was still developing sentience.

Now Her interest was piqued. He never talked coherently when He didn't have something important to say. And when ­He did talk that way, He was worth listening too.

Lost? I don't understand…

Even they were beaten. Everything can be beaten. You can, I can, he can. The new voice again.

The first voice sounded amused. Simple, isn't It? Very one track still. But give It time.

She was confused. You had room for another? A new one? Who was destroyed?

The first voice didn't sound very regretful. The stolen and corrupted twins. He started to fight back again, finally. And this time, he might have done it. But the idiot Pillsbury reject managed to actually succeed by complete accident, and the host died.

WHAT?!?

Don't interrupt! The host died, but our benefactor insured he came back. Of course, the trapped presence was gone now, and it took its indentured servants with him. The conscience was dulled, and there was room for two more to grow. Naturally, they did. He's still ripe for us. But strong again. We have to be careful. One of the new ones, the desire, has made itself known to him, and It is still gestating. I, of course, remain the purloined letter. But were not working with the same strength we were before.

Despite Her amazement, She absorbed this pretty well. She'd had time to contemplate why She'd suddenly met silence from those She could talk to before, even before Her downfall.

But we do have something to work with. Think about it. Were communicating again. They are close by.

Your right! It exclaimed. We can use this as a trigger for both! This is how we can beat them!

It's something he wants too. A fourth voice. Not the traitor, it must be the desire. He fights it of course, as he fights me. But it shouldn't take much. What about your end?

Not much. She admitted. Sometimes I can whisper to her, but she blocks out my voice. Still, if the trigger works… we can set up more in the future.

Lets do it! All voices exclaimed simultaneously.

She would have smiled, if She still had a mouth. Today wouldn't be so boring after all.