A/N: That old story sucked ass. Let's be real it was stupid as shit. These ideas, though? These ideas, I think they fucking rock. I think Re Zero is an amazing series and after reading almost the entire series (except a few ex novels, a few side stories), devouring the 7 arcs, and shit, I think I'm finally ready to actually, seriously tackle the world of Re Zero, through the form of various drabbles about re zero SIs. Most of them will be women, because that's what a lot of Re Zero is about, women. I may continue a few of them, I may not. Either way, if you want one of these ideas, feel free to have one. The only ones I won't be handing over will be Carmilla and Echidna. The rest are up for grabs, as many as you like.

chapter one: satiation (louis arneb SI)

She'd always known how to cook, long before here, wherever here was, and back then. Back before the giant white room had become her-their-tomb and they'd had no idea what was even that bad about life, back when she had loved the hot taste of spices on her tongue, back when she loved eating chili peppers, back when she had been that woman-the memories rolled around in her mind, over and over, and over and over and over again. Not even satisfyingly delicious, but nonetheless somewhat delectable, the memories that crossed Louis Arneb's mind, for once, weren't those of other people's, but rather of someone who had once been her.

After all, there was nothing to do here besides think and eat and think and consume and think and taste and ponder and gulp down memories and names-and it got old-never stopped being fun, what else was she to do with her time? She was never truly alone, after all. She had those clones of hers, those inferiors who were good for nothing and then thrown away once they stopped being fun to use, her brothers, who were her only human connection in this time-(though calling them human was a stretch, they were the only companionship she had now, so she supposed she ought to be a tiny bit grateful to big brothers-), and the occasional visitor who came to the tower, just to get their existences devoured by her. Yum.

It was the closest she came to ever living again. She couldn't possess a human form on her own, after all, not since a long time ago, when she had been someone else, and-

Why did that happen?

A part of her was greatly confused at the perceptions of that, wondering if perhaps she'd consumed too much "food" at once and had a stomachache, as often happened when Lye or Roy ate the wrong type of name and got sick, which led to Louis getting sick, and she didn't like that at all, because getting sick felt bad, not good. Bad, bad, bad, and not tasty, not tasty, not savory and delicious, not like those po-tay-toe chips she had liked-

Louis frowned. The blond paused, examining her surroundings.

Was there a piece of the food she didn't like possessing her form?

Was that even possible? She'd seen something like that happening to the useless brother before he'd been killed by the red Oni.

What was a so-u-fah? What was a te-ll-uh-vizion? What was that?

For some reason, these memories, hitting her all at once, hurt and hurt and hurt, and hurt.

They weren't the fun names Louis normally ate.

They hurt.

She didn't like it.

It hurt.

Make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop stop stop stop.

She opened her teal eyes to find herself lying on the floor of the Hall of Memories.

Louis Arneb sat up, confused.

What had she just seen?

A Divine Blessing? No, that wasn't possible.

She was a Sin Archbishop, those things didn't happen.

She turned in time to see a figure standing there, a small child, a little girl with brown hair, who was holding her doll close.

She was crying.

"Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me." She sobbed.

Louis was confused. Why was a memory talking to them?

Louis did not understand. "What's wrong, tsu? This is the perfect world, tsu. No more bad parents fighting, tsu. No more wounds and bruises, tsu. We are safe here." She extended her hands out.

The young girl shook her head, terrified. "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. Don't wanna eat memories."

Louis frowned at this bizarre statement. "That's our purpose in life, tsu. We find happiness that way. What's wrong with you? You're a defective memory."

The young girl opened her mouth. "Wait, no!"

"It's okay, Lena. Your past, present and future belong to me now, tsu. You'll be safe here always, tsu."

"But I'm your past memories!"

"I'll examine them once I finish eating you. Goodbye."

Louis consumed her own past life without caring and examined the memories voraciously.

Besides a slight stomachache, the only downside came from her annoying clone, which was mumbling about how it didn't want to die and so on and so forth.

"Hand that body over now, tsu." Louis said, having learned basically nothing from seeing her past life, because that was the kind of person a Sin Archbishop was-insane and unstable. Why would a simple past life alter anything about her besides making her hunger for seeing more memories of people from that place-like one Subaru Natsuki...