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Malia repeats her invasive procedure, sucking up Madness and trawling through the memories that come with it.

Fragments of memory - No, fragments of fragments, too spread out to form a cohesive whole. Snapshots of her life. Being regrown in a glass vat, talked to kindly by an imposing figure in golden armor. Being asked what she wanted. Explaining her many desires, and mainly to never want for anything, ever again.

Travelling on a gigantic flying machine. Being given a body, a factory. How her eyes shone' when she first saw the great slabs of pork. Pledging allegiance to the Master, swearing to serve him and his forces.

Wartime. Tactical maps, defense lines. Short-term orders for food and leather, and the strain it put on her supply capabilities. Swearing to never be caught unprepared again. Experiments and improvements.

Oh, and eating people, or otherwise transforming them into servants. In fact, it'd be hard to classify the ones in her memories as people - She saw them as raw materials, or at best skillsets, attached to a wholly disposable personality. Unworthy of the luxuries she gave them, but - She liked the pantomime, the lavishness, their astounded faces at her wealth and power. Once a group was tame enough, they'd be grown into food for the next one - The memories of comfort and gluttony enough to break the wariest of minds.

There's a few memories that don't quite fit, though. Being a street-tough thief and scoundrel, kissing Klimt profusely, and loving the feeling of shooting people in the back. Hm, those must be Peggy's. There's also a-

HEY YOU'RE IN HERE TOO AREN'T YOU

TELL THEM IM STILL ALIVE

OR DEAD
UNDEAD

I AM STILL IN HERE

SHE KEEPS TRYING TO SHUT ME UP BUT I'M NOT THAT EASY

GET THAT CRAZY FRENCHLADY OUT OF MY BODY

SHE SUCKS AND IS UGLY

Ugly?! How dare you, you little-

WHOOPS SHE NOTICED ME BYE TELL KLIMT TO SAVE ME PLS


Well.

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Crying, Peggy turns her face towards Klimt with pleading eyes.

Peggy: "D-don't you trust me, Klimt? Not even you? Please... Tell them I'm Peggy. That's all I ask of you! I'm begging you, Klimt!"

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Peggy grimaces, eyes darkening.

Peggy: "Is that so? Even when it's about the girl that loves you, and based on - What, a few slips of the tongue and unusual sentences? If you were wrong, would you take Peggy to her final conclusion as well?

My, my. You sure are a heartless bunch.

Well. Go ahead. Tell your pet whale shark to bite her head off. What's to say I will not be in there as well? Is your hatred for me so great that you'd, as you say, roast poor little Peggy to edibility over several weeks?

The way I see it, I'm the one here holding a hostage, not the other way around. And if you'd like to see her again... Well, you'd better let me go, mon cheries."