Before there was a ‘we’, there was one. A single entity, the original one; this one labeled ‘I’.  At least until the journals.

We’re not sure exactly when the journals started.  

Somewhere along the line, curiosity popped up and became necessary.  The original one would sit down and write a letter to itself every night.  Thinking that when it woke up it would read the journal entry, and it would be different…the same but for a slight change. It was all in theory at first, just to see if it was right.  Right that a person changed everyday.  What you learn and experience in a day will create a new personality, or at least some fundamental change, that could handle the next.  

We suppose in beginning the original did not want to be right. However, as time went by, it began to like what became of itself.  We cannot explain exactly how it started; it happened in too many layers of too much time, a complex chain of events that spiraled out of the original’s control.  It began to notice that there was a change. A change everyday; sometimes small nearly unnoticeable but other times, the change was drastic. Soon one that wrote the letter at night was not the one that read it in the morning.  It was scary at first yet it held the original and all that followed somehow, a morbid curiosity that pushed them to continue to see if it was just a fluke or something of the like.  

It was chaotic really, no plan, no purpose…just nightly writing to this person, this new person that would be created over night.  It would sit and write trivial things at first, favorite color, show, book, person, etc.  Then it would get deeper or as deep as the one that day was, with topics ranging from present mood to future plans.  

Some days the journal entries could be exactly alike. However, as the original first thought some days the journal entries were similar yet not the same.  There were also days where the entries were so different they could appear written as if by some foreign entity.

Sometimes a new one would get curious and poke through the those writing from days, weeks before…. Those ones weren’t very smart, and soon realized that they were terribly different; not at first mind you, but progressively they became wildly different.  It scared the one that read it, the curious stupid one.  It would write to tell the next one to get help…the next one laughed and thought nothing of it as they went about their day. Why waste their day? Let the other, the next, worry about such matters.  

No such ever came, there were others like that one but they never tried to stop the next…one by one they came and soon it became we.  It was strange but even though the original changed, it could still keep parts that the others left behind.  We do not know exactly when some of the new ones started staying past their day, but it didn’t bother those here.  At first one became two, they were the strongest…the most power to control the original’s body.  They were both the opposite of each other.  

We call them One and Two now.  One was the first, the dominant.  Only one was allowed to be out at a time and One was it.  Two was the next to stay.  Two was every thing One was not.  Where One was shy and quiet, Two was confident and outspoken.  Two was not strong enough to take One’s place and accepted that, for Two liked One.  When One was feeling lost and did not want to be the one in control anymore Two would help, and make One feel better.  Of all the next to come, none would be as powerful or as close as One and Two.  

Three came one day long after One and Two had gotten to know each other.  Three was quiet like One, they got along well.  Two being protective in nature decided to accept Three after One decided to like Three.  While One was quiet it was still able to function on the outside, that was why One had the power to be on the outside.  Three unlike Two was content about being inside, Three enjoyed being able to see and feel without having to deal with strangers.  Two was happy being around One and Three but Two knew it could handle the outside. What it did not know was what One knew, and that was that Two had a terrible temper and could be very careless, that was not allowed on the outside.  If Two got out One knew that the body would end up somewhere bad.  To prevent it One, who already had a name on the outside left behind from the Original one, created a name for Two. One did not tell Two that the name didn’t mean anything to the others outside. Two was thrilled that at least they knew about it.  

They were like that for a year maybe more, the three of them keeping each other company.  They worked well together, so well that no one on the outside suspected the body had three in it, that made One very proud.  However, things do not always stay the same.  When things changed, another came.