In the Company of Myself... And Ponies

Well that was fun, I remark as I float backwards through the endless void of space, watching that hellhole of a space-station implode and explode all at the same time with a grin on my face. Not that there's anyone around to see it, what with me drifting alone out here.

Undoubtedly so, One of my partners agree in his trademark refined voice, also sporting a wide grin to match my own.

Alright, so maybe I'm not quite alone.

Agreed, My other partner replies, not quite grinning but still smiling all the same, That was our first time fighting the undead, wasn't it?

No no, I distinctly remember Comm attempting to use a chainsaw to rip through some flesh eaters at least once. It was a couple Cycles back, I think.

Don't remind me, I groan at the thought, I don't know what made me think that it'd be a good idea to try that...

Oh, I remember that now, Partner-Number-Two chuckles, How many times did the thing get stuck before he decided to leave it and use something that actually worked?

Four, the first one answers with a shit eating grin, Why he kept on trying that many times is beyond me, however.

Hey, we've all had blunders, guys. Remember that time with the exploding SMG?

How was I supposed to know Tediore weapons actuallywent off like that instead of properly reloading?

The weapon cards say they explode like grenades when reloaded, Reggie.

Well I thought it it was something similar to what that girl with the red hair did whenever she reloaded. You can't blame me for thinking that, Reginald, better known as 'Reggie' by his friends, eplains Besides, either of you could have corrected me at any point.

And why would we do that? I reply with my own shit eating grin, relinquishing my hold on our body so we all can hold a proper face-to-face conversation.

So I did not nearly blow us all up, for starters, Reggie frowns slightly, If it weren't for the shield we would have gone back to Limbo a heck of a lot sooner.

Actually, Reggie, the only way that thing would've been able to down us at the time was if you hit the reload button when it had a full clip. Tediore explosions are weak without bullets still in the magazine.

And you know this how, Lute?

Easy, I reply, stepping in on Ludwig's behalf, You remember how much Lute loved browsing the ECHOnet in his spare time. Heck, even I was sure to at least read up on the different weapon types that Cycle. Why didn't you?

Because it is more fun to find that kind of stuff out firsthand, is it not? Remember that Plasma Caster?

Everybody goes silent as we go into nostalgic flashbacks involving using that blessed gun to melt through those goddamned robots. Afterwords the silence lapses longer as we begin to ponder things on our own, neglecting our ability to share our immediate thoughts with one another in favor of some nice private thinkings. Meanwhile, our body just continues to drift away from the wreckage of the doomed station.

Sooooo, I begin a few minutes later when I finally get done contemplating just how much I despize enemies that blow up when they get too close to you, especially the ones that sneak up on you silently, How is it we're not dead again yet? Shouldn't we have suffocated by now or something?

Lute added some re-breather upgrades to the suit a couple days ago.

Oh... Wait, why? It's not like we spent much time out in the vacuum to begin with, Lute.

Eh, I was bored, Ludwig admits with a shrug, And I figured something more complicated like a re-breather would take longer. Still had an hour or so to burn afterward before the others finally woke up and we could get moving again. You don't remember because it was your turn to rest.

Alright then, I concede with a shrug of my own, knowing full and well that plenty of things could happen while one of us was resting. Was one of the perks of having three consciousnesses shoved into one body, actually: Stuff can still get done by one of the others when you needed to sleep. Still have no idea how our body gets by without it actually getting any real sleep itself, though... Maybe Limbo altered its needs or something, but who really knows? It's not like that really matters, anyway, its just the way we've always been.

Silence falls upon us as we start thinking about different things once again. This is common for us, generally leaving each other alone after completing our objective for the life. Gives us plenty of time to think up different things to talk about when we're wandering Limbo, break up the emptiness of the place and whatnot.

Well, aren't you the interesting find?

I blink. That was a fourth voice. At least I think it was...

Guys..?

Yeah, I heard it too...

As did I. Were either of you expecting guests?

Reggie, I deadpan at my top-hat toting friend, We're currently mental projections of multiple personalities floating around in some broken mind. We don't get guests.

Then explain the mismatched gentlemen over there, Reggie replies calmly, pointing at the... Thing? Yeah, the thing that's currently floating around the control-panel, eyeing its surroundings with interest.

Huh... Well that's new.

I could say the same thing about you three, The creature responds, not looking up from his inspection of the immersion matrix. What's an immersion matrix? Think a device that you lay down on that jabs a fuckton of needles into you so you can enter some kind of virtual reality. Thats basically what the immersion matrix is, except it acts as a bridge from our shared Mindscape to realtiy.

Mindscape? You're telling me you don't know what a Mindscape is?

You need to get out more.

That so..? Lute asks, approaching the thing.

Draconequus, It corrects, glancing up at me then returning to the matrix, Also I'm a he, not an it. Get it right.

Eh... Come again?

I can read your narration.

My what?

You don't know about that? It, or he rather, sighs as he stands up. Shame, thought I had found another.

Another what? Lute asks from beside the creature, having snuck up on him when his attention was on the machine before him.

One, he didn't sneak up on me, The creature corrects, looking at me again. I honestly have no idea why, though. Two, Draconequus. Three, you don't need to know, and Four, I've a proposition for you boys.

The meaning of most of this goes over my head, but not Reggie's apparently.

One, yes he did. Two, good to finally meet one. Three, obviously and Four, we accept.

Both Lute and I stare at our friend as if he had grown a second head. Which he had, if you count the Draconequus' head as he pressed it to Reggie's, the guy's long snake-like body and mismatched arms having wrapped around the man in a hug.

I knew someone in here would understand! he grins, looking positively giddy, Oh this'll be so much fun~

Eh...

What exactly did you just have us agree to, Reggie?

The man merely grins at us, I have no idea.