Little Survivors: Friends in the Rain

Prologue: The Overseer

A man in a suit sat in The Office, watching the several Institutions at work. He frowned, and started sending a message to The Nest, holding his hand up to the TV in front of him. Static echoed through the near empty room before clearing up to show The Pretender sitting in her chair, her multitude of dolls watching with her. "What is it, Overseer?" she snapped, her voice waving in the usual irritated way.

"Checking up. Any other mice get in?"

"Nope, I can't find any, and the other two haven't spotted any either."

"Time to reset, then," The Overseer informed her. "I'm letting the others know." The Pretender scoffed.

"They won't be happy," she chittered. "This is the eightieth time!"

"And it shall be the last. I promise."

The Overseer took his hand away from the TV before turning to another one. He performed the same action, but this time The Lady responded. "I assume we are trying yet again?" she inquired, her melodic voice echoing through both The Lady's Quarters and The Office.

"Unfortunately," The Overseer responded.

"Too bad, I was having some fun... Well, do what you must." The Overseer nodded and both hung up.

He made his third and final call, to The Thin Man of The Pale City. "Greetings," The Thin Man spoke almost immediately after accepting the call. "Is it that time already, Overseer?" The Overseer nodded. "This time better provide some results." The Thin Man hung up and The Overseer smiled, hanging up shortly after.

"Oh, it will," he whispered as he picked up a watch and turned back the time. He focused on The Nest's camera system, watching as the dolls reversed. He counted until the floor was devoid of them and a single seat was clear before letting the watch count again. Sitting back, The Overseer chuckled. "This time will be more difficult for you than the last, Thin Man."