A/N: It's been over a week now since Monty passed away and for some of us it still doesn't feel real. Monty was an inspiration to all of us, wowing us with things we didn't even know we wanted until they were right in front of us. What made Monty's work so special was not just how well done it was but the genuine passion that he put into every project, passion you could feel in your heart just by watching the scenes unfold in front of you. This passion will continue to live on in each and every one of us, his friends, his family, and his fans. For anyone who is still aching from his passing, this is a collection of sad stories but I hope they will help you move on.

Part 1: Goodbye

The plane was empty, a featureless white void, a blank expanse yet, somehow one could still recognize where the ground was. A man stood alone in the void; he had black hair, a black coat with belts on the ends of the sleeves, a shirt and cargo pants of matching color, and the occasional belt or chain for decoration. He had a pair of fingerless gloves on his hands and a pair of boots on his feet. He looked around the hollow field and saw that his own features were all there was to look at; he saw that he was alone.

It took a while for him to realize he wasn't alone for very long. Suddenly, someone else had entered the void. It was a beautiful young woman with jet-black hair and golden eyes wearing a red dress with gold embroidery, finished off with a pair of high-heeled slippers made of black glass. She had a sinister air about her and yet, something about this meeting made her somber and sympathetic. Seething malice melted away to reveal compassion usually hidden from the world.

"Hello there." she said.

"Huh?" the man answered. "Oh, uh…hello. I'm sorry who are you?"

"You don't know me?"

"I'm sorry, I just…I don't remember much of anything."

"You don't remember what happened?"

"No, not really. I think I remember being…scared, confused, like…like I didn't know what was happening to me. Everything's just a blank after that. I guess something bad must've happened.

"It's over now, you don't need to feel scared or confused anymore."

"Oh, well, I guess that's a relief. Y'know, I'm sorry, I haven't even told you my name yet. My name is, uh…it's um-"

"You're name is Monty."

"Monty, right, that's me. And you are?"

"Let's just say you made me who I am today."

"Oh, okay."

"Do you want to come back with me?"

"Oh I don't think I can. I'm just…tired, really tired."

"You don't want to leave?"

"I don't think I can. I think I'm just gonna stay here, y'know, and rest."

"Okay, maybe just rest then."

"Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry what was your name again?"

"It's Cinder."

"Cinder, right, your name is Cinder. Kind of a funny name for a girl."

"Yes well, you're the one who gave it to me."

"I wonder why I did that."

"Well, maybe if you think about it, it'll come to you."

"Yeah. I'm gonna rest now, but thanks for coming by."

"Yeah, you rest now, you've earned it."

"Yeah, okay."

"Goodbye." A tear ran down her cheek.

"Weird, I don't know why but, I hate goodbyes." A tear ran down his cheek.

"I know why." She sighed. "Goodbye." She started sobbing. "And thank you for everything." She was gone.

Inspired by Red vs. Blue. Dedicated to Monty Oum, who took the series to the next level with his 3D animations and incredible action sequences. The freelancers have never been as badass. They may stay that way but it will never be the same without his unique flair.