A Quest for Pudding

If there was one thing in Gamindustri that was abound throughout the four nations, it was that that everything was just too normal. Well, normal enough for anyone who lived in a world where many names, people, objects and locations were all a reference to something or another, that and the amount of weird monsters that always disappeared into a mist of pixels when they got clobbered by someone wielding a gigantic hammer. Nevertheless, this was all normal for the people and goddesses of Gamindustri. The only time something either exciting or dangerous happened was when some sort of organisation was formed to overthrow the CPUs and cover the world in darkness, or whenever Blanc managed to get a top seller reward for one of her novels, that and whenever Noire chose to not do any work - a freak occurrence indeed.

Aside from those small factors, matters in the four nations of Gamindustri - Planeptune, Lastation, Lowee and Leanbox - were peaceful and normal. That was until one day when a freak accident in Planeptune occurred during the night that would change Neptune's life for the next proceeding days. The iliac-coloured haired Goddess of Planeptune was sitting down on her bed, a plushie made in her likeness was clutched in her two hands, and a stunned expression adorned her face. Standing nearby where Histoire, Nepgear, IF and Compa, all four of them were silent and remorseful for bringing the news to the usually chirpy and obnoxiously childish CPU. The news had struck Neptune like lightning on a golf club. It took her some time to gather herself mentally to say anything.

"That… that can't be true. Don't tell me it is true, it just can't be" was all the amethyst-eyed goddess could say, her grip on the plushie growing tighter with each word that was spoken.

"I'm afraid it is true, Neptune. The fire was uncontrollable and spread from factory to factory, from store to store. We have done all we could to help the people and repair the damage, which will make quite a large dent in our coffers, but it will be worth it," Histoire responded calmly yet sadly. "There are some possessions and items of interest that can be saved, but I'm afraid that the recipes for the sugary treats, as well as the food itself, were all lost."

"But surely there is-" Neptune tried to say, but she was interrupted sharply and firmly by IF.

"There was nothing that we could do to save them Neptune, nothing at all. I"m sorry, but that's the cold, hard truth of the matter," the brunette explained firmly to the iliac haired goddess, which only made her more disheartened and depressed than before.

"So then… now we haven't got any puddings at all?" Neptune asked in a disheartened tone, hoping that it was still untrue. Unfortunately for the purple goddess, it was still true.

"I'm afraid it is, big sis. The fire destroyed every pudding factory and store, not to mention that the recipes are all gone as well," Nepgear informed her older sister. It was definitely going to be a rough time for the lot of them, and Nepgear knew it from the start when she heard that the fire had consumed the factories. No one knew why it had started, but most guessed that it had something to do with the faliure of some worker to listen to safety procedures; groups of lawyers who represented many groups were already on many people's cases but had so far produced nothing.

The only thing that Neptune could do was simply mourn her loss. The purple goddess wrapped her arms around her legs and began to rock back and forth, tears began to fall down her cheeks and her lips quivered in sadness. "Puddings..." she whimpered amidst her tears.

In order to comfort her to some extent, Nepgear and Compa sat down on either side of the Planeptunian CPU and started to pat her back while giving her warm, affectionate smiles. This did little to make the situation better for Neptune, although it did manage to get her to calm down ever so slightly so she could talk normally and not in a fit of tears. "Why did it have to be the puddings? I mean, why couldn't it have been the places that sell al those black twisty liquorish all-sorts that everybody hates? There's a reason that people hate those black twisty things, so why couldn't it have been that?"

However, there was more bad news to be heard, and it fell upon Compa – for it was her turn – to tell Neptune what else had happened. "Um, you should also brace yourself for some more bad news, but unfortunately the fire also consumed all of the Nep Bull as well. The only sugar drinks left around here are Nepsi, Nowa Cola and Vert Dew."

"No Nep Bull as well?!" Neptune exclaimed, her eyes full of shock. True, Nep Bull was not as important as pudding, but it did add to the flavour of the sugary delight, not to mention that it was her number one favourite drink.

"Now, there isn't anything unnatural about howling like a mourning person who lost a loved one," Nepgear said as she tried to calm her sister down again, but to no avail. Although Neptune did take the mourning to heart.

"No Nep Bull…" the senior goddess whimpered as she mourned the loss of her favourite past-time snacks. It felt as if her entire life had been turned upside down for the worse. What made matters worse was that there had been to debris concerning the puddings and Nep Bull, the fire had consumed them all – all flavours, all brands, everything. No remains, no traces, zip, nothing, zero to the power of zero as IF had described it while Neptune continued to mourn. "No pudding or Nep Bull. What has this world come to? It's as if everything great about it has been taken away. Actually, scratch that, there's still Noire around for me to tease, so at least not everything has been taken away. Not yet anyway."

"I always enjoyed seeing you smile brightly and cheerfully whenever you had a cup of pudding in your hands and a can of Nep Bull by your side while playing a game on the console – such a joy to witness," the CPU Candidate of Planeptune said as she looked back at the good times Neptune had with her favourite snacks, for it seemed like a lifetime ago when there were any around. Even Compa was sympathising alongside Nepgear. IF and Histoire, on the other hand, merely glanced at each other and sighed; the two of them did not share Neptune's enthusiasm with consuming huge amounts of sugary snacks and drinks that could keep the entire Guild up and awake for weeks in a sugar rush.

Neptune sighed depressingly and looked back at Nepgear, then Compa, then everybody else from time to time as she spoke. "Pudding and Nep Bull was my life, especially pudding most of all. What am I going to do without them? What am I going to eat without any pudding around? Urgh. Life without pudding… It's like a mailman without the mail, Romeo without Juliet, the lone ranger without that native Indian bloke."

Suddenly IF had an idea, and not a bad one she thought to herself. "Well, how about you try to like fruit salad instead? It's pretty good."

Neptune looked up at the brown haired Guild Agent as if she was a plague carrier, which answered the question long before the goddess spoke. "Fruit salad? Are you sick?"


The day went on without a hitch, minor some discussions between Histoire and members of the public who wanted an explanation to the fire from the previous night, and as the middle of the afternoon came around Neptune emerged from her room and stepped into the living room, where she was met by the comforting stares of Noire, Vert and Blanc. The three of them were sitting on the purple couch, and all three were doing something different. Noire was twirling some strands of her hair around with her right index finger, Blanc was reading a book, and Vert was playing a game on Neptune's console. Only when the purple goddess entered the room did the other three senior CPUs pause what they were doing and look in their friend's general direction.

The iliac haired CPU chuckled half-heartedly and rubbed the back of her head as she approached them. "So I'm guessing you all heard about what happened last night then? About the pudding and Nep Bull getting burnt by the fire?"

The three goddesses eyed each other for a few seconds before returning their attention back to Neptune, each one of them nodding in response. It was then that Neptune noticed the black armbands around their upper left arms; they were mourning the loss of the sugary treats. But as it turned out, it was a mocking gesture. "Oh we heard all right, and as a mark of respect we were thinking that on Sunday at twelve o'clock we would chow down all the remaining sugary treats and turn into pudgie goddesses like you," Noire said with a wicked smirk, which was followed by light sniggering from Blanc and Vert.

"Do you really have to make fun of me? I've lost all of my pudding and Nep Bull, and the recipes for them are also gone. They were my life; well, aside from all the games I still have," Neptune grumbled half-heartedly as she flopped down into an empty space next to Noire, who was secretly more than happy to have to have the purple goddess sitting next to her.

"I think it's only fair that we do. After all, we've had to put up with your comments, meta jokes and bullcrap for years," Blanc retorted before returning to her book, which was about a detective novel about robbery, assassinations and whatnot.

Noire nodded firmly with what Blanc said as she crossed her arms. "I have to agree with you on that one, Blanc. Now listen up, Neptune, and listen good. Just because all of the pudding and Nep Bull is gone doesn't mean you should be so depressed, it just means that you have to find something else to snack on. Besides, this could be a good opportunity to reform yourself into a true, proper leader, one that can outshine even me."

Neptune merely stared at Norie as if she was crazy, but given the circumstances, and the purple goddess's personality, it was not difficult to realise that she would have thought of the twin-tailed CPU as a demented being that belonged in the Mad God's realm. The constant staring was discomforting for Noire, who quickly decided after a few minutes to look away and pout to herself. Stupid Neptune, she never listens to me, never.

Things became quiet after that as both Neptune and Noire had no idea what to do next, for neither of them were really in the best of moods. However, the day was saved by Vert, who offered the other three CPUs separate controllers so they could join the game she was playing on the console. "Care to join me for a few hours of gaming? It'll be fun, I promise you all that."

"Well it isn't as if we have anything better to do, except for Noire, who's probably wanting to get back to her cosplay outfits," Blanc replied back as she placed a bookmark between the pages she was up to in her novel and placed it down by her feet.

"I-I-I am not wanting to go back to c-cosplaying, thank you very much Blanc! As a matter of fact I've given up on c-cosplaying and retired from it," Noire exclaimed audibly, yet rather unconvincingly. Nevertheless, she was given a controller and handed one over to Neptune, who took it gladly. Together the four goddesses began to play whatever multiplayer game had tickled Vert's fancy, and once they were in all four of them spent the next several hours playing non-stop.

It was not until half past five in the afternoon, which was way past the time that the four goddesses had agreed to stop gaming, that a serious conversation was started up. Noire glanced over at Vert once they had smashed the final boss and decided to ask her something that had been on her mind for quite some time. "Hey, Vert, how is that secret government project coming along? I hope that the contract agreements with the various energy and science companies in Lastation, and I think Planeptune as well, have helped with whatever you have you scientists working on."

"Oh yes, in fact they have been invaluable for the speed of this project," the blonde haired goddess responded as she began to look through which level on the game they should play next.

Blanc and Neptune looked at each other and shrugged, unsure as to what project Noire and Vert were referring to, so the brown haired CPU of the north decided to inquire about it. "Oi, what's this 'secret' science project? Sounds like you two are keeping me and Neptune out in the dark about it. Wouldn't be the first time something important was kept from us. I thought that we were supposed to inform each other about high priority government and company projects, as per the third clause of Article Four of the Friendship Treaty."

Vert raised an eyebrow at the smaller goddess, then thought it over with herself for a short moment before coming to a conclusion. "Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you and Neptune about it, and to be far I haven't explained the whole truth to Noire either, so I guess there is no better time and the present. You see, Chika and senior members of the government made contracts with the leading scientists and companies throughout Gamindustri to assist Leanbox with a new piece of technology; it was all the Basilicom scientists' ideas. It's a time machine."

"A time machine?!" Neptune, Noire and Blanc exclaimed in surprise and shock. It was the response that Vert had expected, and judging from how the raven haired goddess was looking at the Leanboxian CPU it was clear that not telling her the whole truth had been unwise.

"How the hell can you lot even build a time machine, let alone even have the brain capacity to think of the theoretical science behind it?" the Loweean Goddess asked in a derogatory manner, which failed to even make a mark against Vert.

"Would it surprise you that we have managed to get most of the theoretical work out of the way and are already nearly finished with our project?" Vert responded, which once more shocked the other CPUs. "However, I do have my doubts about it. I mean, I have played many visual novels where time travel is a main factor of the game, and many times over it has had a negative impact upon the world. Sometimes I do wonder whether I was too hasty to agree to it."

"Indeed you were, Vert, indeed you were," the small, blonde haired tome fairy of Planeptune said as she floated upon her open magical book straight into the living room. She had listened to most of the conversation and had grown concerned about what a time machine would do to disrupt the fabric of space/time. "I have no idea why your scientists thought it would be a good idea to have a time machine, but I highly advise that you should halt production of it and stop any further avenue into time travel for the foreseeable future."

Blanc nodded her head, agreeing with what Historie had said. "I agree. No one can have that power. I mean, what would happen of some organisation like ASIC rose up and took over this time machine? A good idea for a novel, but not a concept that I want to deal with in reality."

"I too agree, it just isn't right to have it around. I should have said no to those contracts," Noire said with a shake to the head.

It was at this moment that the purple goddess had an idea. An idea that would have deep ramifications in the near future. "Now hold on just a peeping moment, my dear friends. We can use this time machine if we're careful, right? Like do something sensible and all that?"

"And do what exactly? Find out where you put all of your lost stockings?" the twin-tailed CPU responded quickly as she turned around to face Neptune.

"We can go back in time and order five hundred puddings," was the immediate reply. It was met with an audibly annoyed groan from everyone in the room. This, strangely enough, really confused Neptune, who was blissful to the laws of space and time. "What? What's the problemo? Just one large order every week and our problems are over."

"Your problems would be over, but ours would only just begin," Noire retorted back harshly, which only caused the iliac haired CPU to moan in a depressed manner.

After half a minute of silence and contemplation, Vert sighed and came to a decision. "You know, after having this conversation I truly do believe that it is best to stop the final addons for the time machine and seal it away in a vault, then hopefully we can find a way to erase everybody's memories."

"Personally I would rather have my innards torn out and tangled over a pool of hungry piranhas than agree with Thunder Tits, but this time she's right. The time machine must be hidden."

Noire nodded in agreement, as did Histoire. Then everybody turned and looked at Neptune, who glanced at her friends in shock. Eventually, however, she sighed in defeat and accepted the inevitable. "Oh fine, all right then you guys, you all win." Even as the purple goddess said this a plan began to form at the back of her mind, a plan that would ensure victory. At least she hoped it would anyway, only time could tell.


The moon was high in the night sky, brandishing it rays of light into the darkness of Gamindustri. Most people in the four nations were asleep, dreaming all sorts of things - some boring, some childish, some lewd. However, there was one person, or more specifically goddess, who was not asleep. It was Neptune, and she was silently taking pictures of her younger sister, who was sleeping in her own bed, and in light clothing as well. The purple goddess was being as discreet as she could, because if she was caught then her plan to use the time machine would be over before it even got off the ground. It was important for Neptune to take as many photos as she could within a limited space of time, and most photos would have to have the sleeping Candidate in various positions, and some of them in her underwear. Risky, but profitable for what Neptune had in mind.

After taking several more photos Neptune felt ready to make a deal with the devil, so to speak. The iliac haired goddess did not want to do this to her sister, but given the circumstances she felt that there was no choice. Once ready, Neptune left her sister's bedroom, crept through the corridors, out into the living room and finally outside onto the large white balcony. A purple light engulfed Neptune for a split second to reveal Purple Heart standing in her place. With one last solemn glance towards the Basilicom the now transformed purple goddess flew into the air and headed straight towards Leanbox.

The trip did not take too long due to how fast Purple Heart could go in her HDD form, which was fortunate for her due to the proposal she had in mind for Vert. Upon arriving at the Leanbox Basilicom the iliac haired CPU moved her way through stealthily as to not warrant any attention, for which she was grateful for playing hours upon hours of games that taught her how to sneak about. Finally, after some time of navigating her way around the place in the dark, Neptune came across Vert's room, where a light could be seen from underneath the door. The purple goddess silently opened the door and peered in to see the Leanboxian Goddess sitting on her comfy chair, her gaze directed to the large screen before her where a game was being plated. It was Four Goddesses Online 2, and from the look of it Vert was deeply immersed with the game.

"Hey, um, Vert, you busy?" Neptune asked as she approached the blonde haired goddess, who happened to not hear her due to the headphones over her ears. After trying unsuccessfully to gain Vert's attention, the purple goddess sighed and took off Vert's headphones - that got her attention rather quickly.

"Oh, Neptune, this is a surprise. What brings you here at this time of the… um, night, that's it, night?" Vert finally asked once she figured out what the time was, which proved harder than it sounded.

"I want to use the time machine," was what Neptune said, plainly and bluntly. The disapproving expression upon the Leanboxian CPU's face was enough of a response. "C'mon, it'll be fun, plus who wouldn't want to go on a pudding hunt across space and time?"

"As fun as it sounds I don't think it is appropriate. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction - cause and effect. I'm sorry, Neptune, but even though I know it would be fun I have to side with the others on this matter," the busty goddess explained Neptune as best she could while glancing back back and forth between the Planeptunian and her game. However, as Vert turned to get back on with her game session, Neptune pulled out of her jacket the camera she had been using a while before. The camera caught Vert's eye as well as her interest. "Hmm? A camera? What pray tell do you have on it?"

Neptune breathed in and out deeply for a few seconds, preparing herself for what would seem like a betrayal. "Here is a large collection of photos of Nep Jr in a variety of different positions, and some of them have her in her underwear only." Neptune had to jerk her arm back to prevent the Leanboxian from grabbing the electronic device. "Hold up a peeping moment, my dear Vert, we need to talk about the time machine and the deal we'll have."

The busty blonde goddess sighed, yet she relented and gave in. "Oh very well then. Tell me about this deal you want to make with me."

"Here's the deal: we get to use the time machine and I give you all the photos of Nep Jr, plus some extra photos of the other CPU Candidates and some playtime with little ol' Nep Jr herself. How does that sound to ya?" It was a dangerous deal, considering that Vert was more than a little eccentric when it came to having some alone time with Nepgear, or any of the Candidates for that matter.

Fortunately for Neptune, and unfortunately for Nepgear and even the other Candidates, Vert was in an agreeable mood, as was proven when her nose began to bleed from all of the lewdness that was swirling through her mind. Vert then looked back up at Neptune, wiped her nose and smiled. "Very well then, I accept the deal. Now all we need to do is convince everybody else that it's a good idea to test it out for a pudding run."


"So what is it that you wanted to talk to us about, Vert?" Noire asked the busty blonde goddess of the south. The four senior Goddess of Gamindustri had assembled in the living room of the Planeptunian Basilicom due to a sudden meeting call from Neptune and Vert; Blanc and Noire had guessed why Neptune would want to have a meeting, but Vert was another matter entirely, and one that not one of them could guess.

Vert was sipping a cup of fresh, warm tea from her seat on the couch, her gaze fell upon the twin-tailed CPU as soon as she finished drinking her tea and smiled brightly. "Well, Noire, it's an important matter that I have been giving some thought ever since last night. It's about the time machine. I have decided to go along with the project and I believe we should test it out today."

The Loweean Goddess sighed and shook her head in disapproval. "Thunder Tits, I thought we agreed that it was in out better interest to throw it away and forget about it."

"Well, Miss Washboard, I had a change of heart after thinking about Neptune's predicament and decided to use the time machine to get her some pudding. Not a lot, but some. Does that sound good to you two? I know Neptune is raring to go," the Leanboxian CPU responded, grinning as the insult hit Blanc deeply. "Heh. Regardless, I believe the four of us should test it out together, just to be fair. So how about it then?"

"Uh huh! I'm all for it, Verty-Werty," the amethyst-eyed CPU said as she bounced about in an excited state, ready to start time travelling for a pudding quest.

"Well I object to it, as I did to it last night. Don't any of you get it already? Every action we cause has an equal and opposite reaction, so if we do something drastic or minor in the past we could very well damage the future in a many number of ways. Besides, just using a time machine for initiating a quest for pudding is far from responsible," the brown haired CPU explained sternly, her gaze switching between Neptune and Vert periodically. From the way that Noire was nodding her head it seemed as if she also agreed with what the Loweean had to say, although neither of the other two goddesses were interested in it.

Even Histoire, who had been listening intently, had to make a point about the whole conversation. "Neptune, why do you not listen to any of us? Please, for the sake of the entire universe, just give up on the idea and move on with your life."

"But I want mah pudding!" the purple goddess exclaimed like an upset child who had her candy stolen by some random old man with tooth decay, minor blindness and gangrene. Eventually she rolled all over the floor in a fit and rolled over to Noire, who looked down at her with a mixed gaze of pity and annoyance. Eventually, however, the Lastationite CPU sighed and caved in.

"Ugh. I really hate you Neptune, and I have a feeling that I'm going to regret it later, but I might as well come along to keep an eye on you." Noire had finally come to a decision that was in Neptune's favour, and it made the purple goddess happy. So happy in fact that she jumped off the floor and into Noire's arms, hugging the poor CPU without a single warning. It was all rather dramatic for her. Once Neptune had calmed down and was back on the ground, Noire turned and looked over at Histoire. "Look, we all know that it's useless to argue with Neptune, and now with Vert being as obnoxious and stubborn we might as well just go along with it. I will go so I can watch over them and make sure nothing involving space/time gets out of order. Blanc, you coming or not?"

The blue eyed goddess of the north glanced around her to see everybody else staring at her, even Histoire who had seemingly given up on arguing with Neptune. Soon enough, though, Blanc gave into peer pressure and joined the team. "Oh fine then, I'll damn well join up on this suicide mission. But let me give you a warning, Neptune. If I die and there's an afterlife then I'll haunt your ass to the end of time. Now then, let's get a move on."

"Agreed," Vert said as everybody got up and stood in the centre of the room. The Leanboxian Goddess then proceeded to pull out a black object from her bosom. It had a round shape at the front where several electric currents buzzed about, the shape then curved around to where the handle was, several buttons were above the handle and above that there was a small screen; the whole design was about nearly a foot long and looked more like an oversized handgun than anything. This was the time machine, as Vert quickly explained to the others.

As the blonde haired woman started to punch in the mathematical equation to time travel and jump from one plane to existence to another within an instant, Neptune looked back at Histoire and waved at her. "Well see ya later in a few minutes, Histy. Have fun in that short amount of time."

Suddenly a flash of white light enveloped them and they were gone. It had worked, the time machine had worked like a successful protective charm against sweaty PE teachers. Or had it? Histoire waited, and waited, and waited. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, yet still there was no sign of them. Something had happened to them, but judging from what the tome fairy could see outside nothing appeared to be out of place. Was it possible that the time machine had vaporized them, or that it had worked but had taken them to a completely different place in time and space. As a matter of fact, the place it had taken them to was unlike anything they had expected.


Several flanks of men in thick black glasses, black suits and pants, white collared shirts, black ties and black boots ran side-by-side with the long, open car. Inside the car were four people - one was dressed like the men running outside but without the glasses, that and he was waving at a large crowd of onlookers; the second person was most likely his wife, she too waved at the crowd; the third and fourth persons were like the flankers outside the car, and one was driving it as well. The crowd was made up of what looked like hundreds of people, all of them cheering and waving at the group in the car, especially towards the man - their leader and space enthusiast. They cheered for their president as he made his visit to their fair city. John F Kennedy had begun to make his mark in Dallas.

One man, however, was far from pleased, in fact as he entered the sixth floor of the large building he was ready to commit a great sin that would raise many questions for the next forty to fifty years. He closed the door behind him, approached one of the two windows, laid down the long, brown paper wrapped item onto a firm cardboard box and started to unwrap it, revealing a scoped bolt-action rifle. It was clear what Lee Harvey Oswald intended to do. The soon-to-be assassin pulled the window up, grabbed his rifle and took aim at the President of the United States of America,. He took a minute or two of aiming and readying his nerves before firing the first shot. It failed to do any notable damage. The second shot hit the President, but only grazed him.

Third time lucky. Oswald thought as he aimed for one last shot to kill the now wounded Kennedy. His trigger finger inched closer and closer, ready to fire the third bullet into the President. But he never got to do it.

Suddenly and without warning a wheezing sound followed by a whirling electronic noise appeared behind him, followed by a white flash as four ladies dropped out of nowhere. The one with the iliac coloured hair landed right behind Oswald and bumped straight into him as soon as she landed, knocking him out of the window while his gun dropped to the ground. Oswald never saw it happen, neither did Neptune for that matter. Instead, the four of them seemed a bit shaken up from the experience.

"Well that was very smooth, Vert - smooth as homemade Planeptunian whiskey," Noire said sarcastically as soon as she got her bearings.

"Sorry about that, not sure what I did wrong there," the busty Leanboxian informed Noire as she regained her bearing and took a look at the time machine, which she had nicknamed the Time Hopper just for the heck of it.

Blanc grumbled something that only she could understand, though hardly anyone else cared about what she was mumbling half-heartedly about. Neptune, on the other hand, was more confused than annoyed with the roughness of the Time Hopper. For a start, she had no idea where they were. "Hold on a nepping moment, where are we? This isn't Planeptune at all."

The twin-tailed CPU gazed at her surroundings for a moment and realised that her lazy, overly chirpy friend was correct. It was definitely not Planeptune, for the architecture was way off. "Um, Vert, where have you taken us?"

"Well… um, according to the history chip - which I added in to scan any local timeline we found ourselves in - it is November in the year 1963 CE, and we are in the city of Dallas, Texas, USA. Apparently USA stands for United States of America, and it is ruled by someone called President John F Kennedy. I'm guessing that instead of time travelling we must have crossed dimensions. Extraordinary, isn't it?"

Suddenly it looked as if Neptune had a thought, a meta thought judging from how her expression appeared. "Hold on a moment, isn't he the American king that got assassinated or something around this time? Also didn't he get named after that airport as well when he was born?"

Noire decided to just roll with it, as did everybody else in the room. "I'm pretty sure the airport must have been named after the President's death, not the other way round."

"That doesn't matter right now, what does matter is trying to figure out what went wrong and how to get outta here. Vert, since you're the one operating that small time machine you can figure it out," the Loweean CPU said as she leaned up against a wall and rubbed her temples, frustrated at the situation they had found themselves in. They had been in worse situations before, but this time it was different, for if the Time Hopper failed to function properly then there would be no way of getting back home to see everyone again.

Despite all of this, Noire did seem to be interested in what had happened to the President in this new dimension, or at least what was supposed to have happened anyway, though the Goddesses had no knowledge of what their accidental interference had done to the timeline. "So who killed the President, and how did it happen? Does the history chip have an explanation for that?"

Vert hummed to herself as she did some tapping on the buttons, hoping to get an answer out of the slowly disfunctioning machine in her hands. The group were blissfully unaware of Oswald however, who, amidst police sirens and screaming, was sliding across the thin stonework with a wire attached to his left ankle. He was hoping to get across to the other window of the sixth floor, the window ten to twelve feet away from where he had accidentally been knocked out of. Oswald had taken a few pot glances at the intruders and found them to be extremely weird, that and out of place. Nonetheless, he paid them little mind and carefully made his way towards the other window.

Finally Vert had an answer to Noire's questioning. "Well according to this, President Kennedy was assassinated on this very day by a man called Lee Harvey Oswald by firing at him with a rifle. He shot at the President three times and later died of his wounds."

"So where did this gunman even shoot from anyway? I'm guessing a tall place, am I right?" Blanc asked as she took a short walk around the room and gazed at the busty blonde haired CPU.

"Apparently Oswald shot at the President from the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository," was the response. Within moments Vert bumped into several stacks of boxes behind her, turned around to see what they were and saw the logo 'Texas School Book Depository'. A few seconds later a panicked Leanboxian CPU had just figured out where they were and what might have happened. She glanced over at Blanc, who looked at her with a worried expression, for she too figured it out as well.

Noire quickly realised what was going on and sighed audibly. "Well then, this turned out to be pretty dark, guess that also explains the police sirens outside as well. Actually, it must have happened at this very window."

"What, you reckon?" Neptune asked as she turned around to the window behind them, where she accidentally knocked Oswald out, and peered outside it, only to see a thin metal wire mysteriously moving to the right. Little did the purple goddess and the other three know was that Oswald had just crept through the other nearby window and was attempting to sneak his way past them, but had forgotten to take the wire off completely. When he realised this it was too late, for Neptune grabbed the wire by her end and started to pull it towards her with curiosity. "Hey, what's this? A moving wire? Oooo."

The purple goddess pulled at the wire to discover where it led to, which caused Oswald to hop backwards towards the window he entered and start to fall out again, which was only prevented by him grabbed a hold of the window frame. It quickly turned into a tug-of-war between the two, and Neptune did not even realise it, nor did the other goddesses for that matter. It eventually became to difficult for Neptune to continue pulling on the wire, to which she turned around to her friends and called for their help. "Hey guys, I need some help here. I think there's someone at the end of this and they're in trouble, we gotta pull 'em up and save whoever it is!"

Noire noticed the struggle Neptune was having with the wire and immediately ran to help her, followed by Blanc and finally Vert, who dropped the Time Hopper beside her as she helped pulled the wire all the way to the door. Unfortunately for Oswald, the sheer strength of the four goddesses was just too much for him to fight against, and he fell out of his window, screaming for his life. The sudden fall surprised the four goddesses, and the weight of the fall forced them to race forward, screaming, towards the window until they crashed into it, accidentally letting go of the wire as they regained their breath.

"Oi! Get the hell off me, Thunder Tits!" Blanc growled as she pushed Vert and her breasts off her head. The Leanboxian CPU grumbled to herself as she rubbed her right arm, which had smashed into the window frame and left a bruise.

Neptune moaned in pain as she rubbed her forehead, which had collided with the window at full force. After a minute of rubbing her forehead the purple goddess peered outside the window and looked down at the ground far below them. A confused expression appeared upon her face as she saw what was going on below. "Hey, what's going on down there? Why are those people surrounding that giant pizza?" she asked her dimension travelling companions with curiosity.

The raven haired goddess looked at what Neptune was asking about, and immediately her face soured up in disgust. "That is not a giant pizza, Neptune."

"But it's so massive; just look at the size of the thing!" the iliac haired CPU cried out while pointing at the mess bellow. Blanc and Vert gazed at what "It's 8 foot across, Nowa - you don't think that's giant? What kind of pizza house have you been going to? The Fat-Bastard-o-ria?"

"Hey, look at this," Blanc called out to them as she disappeared behind them for a few seconds and returned with Oswald's rifle. "I think we just pulled the gunman out the window."

What happened next was somewhat of a blur, for it happened so quickly. The door was busted open and several police troops ran in, pointing their weapons towards the four goddess while shouting at them to stand straight and put their hands on their heads. Knowing that escape seemed almost impossible the four unfortunate dimension travellers and timeline breakers decided to comply with the police's demand. "Keep your hands on your heads, ladies, nice and simple, and don't try anything stupid!" one policeman shouted as he aimed his handgun directly in Neptune's direction.

Another policeman, who appeared to be the leader of the group, then addressed them of their crime. "Your attempt to assassinate the President was thwarted by the efforts of Mr. Oswald, who died in his effort to stop you four. Thanks to him the President is alive but wounded."

One of the policeman looked down at the Time Hopper and stared at it quizzically. "What's that, some sort of weapon or something? Kick it over here."

Vert gazed at her friends, who looked at her and then each other. They all shared a nod. The CPU of Leanbox forcefully tapped at several buttons with the tip of her shoe, initiating a time jump sequence. Within seconds the four goddesses jumped and, after a wizz of flashing white lights and electronic buzzing, they were gone, and so had the Time Hopper. The policemen looked at each other for a few seconds, nodded, and began to fire at where the four women had just been. But to no avail, for they were no longer in that time stream, at least in that year anyway.

As for Neptune, Noire, Vert and Blanc, they rematerialised in the same room but at a different time, which was fine with them by all account. After breathing in and out for a moment, Noire turned around to face Vert who was taking a look at the Time Hopper. "So then, where are we and what time period?" the Lastationite Goddess asked once she had regained her composure.

"Apparently it's now 1966. I must have jumped us forward three years. Well, at least it time travelled for once, so now we know that works," Vert responded after tapping a couple of buttons for a specific reading of the area.

"Okay then, well that gives us time to work out what went wrong with the original time jump," the twin-tailed goddess said as she leaned up against several stacks of boxes.

However not everything seemed to be quite right, and Blanc got the feeling that something was wrong with the city. The brown haired CPU walked over to the window, opened it and peered out, hoping to find something that was not out of place. What she saw was what looked like a deserted city, and it sounded like it as well. "Hey, is it just me or is the city deserted? I can't hear anything around here."

This got the attention of the other three, who walked over to the window and took a look. Just as Blanc had pointed out, the city was indeed deserted, at least that was what it looked and sounded like anyway. Everyone gazed at each other, all four of them confused and more than a little frightened with what was going on outside. "I think it's best if we check it out," Noire finally said, to which everybody agreed.

Once outside the party discovered that Dallas was indeed deserted. Cars littered the streets, doors to various buildings were left open, stacks of paper sprawled all over the ground, crunched up cardboard boxes could be found here and there, and most disturbing of all was a cold, dead body of a fat man in his forties, who was laying on his back on the paved ground next to a road. "What the hell happened to this guy? Looks like he's been dead for a couple of days at least," Noire said out loud, not expecting any sort of answer in the slightest.

"Looks like he was trampled to death in some sort of stampede," Blanc pointed out upon noticing the strange, foot-like marks all over the man's body. It was only then that they noticed the newspaper to the dead man's left. The Loweean CPU picked it up and studied it for a moment, then grimaced grimly. "This doesn't look too good. I think we changed the history of this timeline, and now everything is buggered up because of us. Take a look at this, it contradicts the Time Hopper's history chip information about Kennedy's death."

The group took a look at the crumbled newspaper with disheartening gazes, and true enough they had indeed reshaped human events in not only America, but also most of the world. The article read 'President John F Kennedy was impeached in July 1965 after having a relationship with the daughter of a Mafia boss, which concluded in government documents being leaked and funds going missing, which was then revealed by the FBI some weeks afterwards. It was the biggest scandal in American history. Kennedy was sentenced to fourteen years imprisonment and was succeeded just as scandalously by J. Edgar Hoover, the first Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He was forced to run for the Mafia who, so it was said, had pictures of him at a transvestite orgy, though he would later deny such allegations. Soon afterwards the U.S.S.R were allowed to establish nuclear missile test sites in Cuba. With the threat of atomic weapons near the east coast people fled from all the major cities'.

"Wait, so does this mean that we could get an atomic explosion around here at some point? Because I don't fancy being infected with radiation poisoning or being turned to ash," the Lastationite Goddess said with some horror in her words as they continued walking, which was not surprising given the situation they now found themselves in. She then glared over at Neptune and Vert, who were already beginning to look incredibly guilty for getting the group into the situation at hand, that and for changing history just because of a quest for pudding. Noire walked over to the two goddesses while Blanc followed her up with a glaring scowl, although when Noire spoke she mainly said her words to Neptune, the main antagonist of what had occurred. "You have altered the entire history of a single dimension, just for a damn sugary treat. Tens of thousands, maybe even millions, of people are in danger, and the world is at the brink of a nuclear war. Worst of all-"

"I know, I know, I still haven't had a pudding yet," the iliac haired CPU interjected, cutting off Noire and her stern talking, much to her annoyance.

"Right then, let's get the hell out of here, this dimension's timeline is as good as dead for all we know, plus it will give us time to figure out what to do next," the Loweean CPU said before glancing around her surroundings, not liking the silence that was around them.

The blonde haired goddess looked back at the Time Hopper and looked at the screen, and quickly wished that there was some good news. "Um, excuse me for this piece of news, but the time/dimension skipper machine appears to be frozen - I can't do anything with it."

"Let me see that," the Lastationite demanded before snatching it away from Vert. After looking over it for a minute she hummed and spoke. "Do you think it's because the sub-space conduits have locked with the transponder calibrations and caused a major tachyon surge that has overloaded the time matrix?"

"Er, no, that isn't it, Noire; I've just been jabbing the buttons too hard," was Vert's clear and chirpy response, which annoyed Noire and Blanc to no end.

"So, um, what now, folks? We gonna go all survivalist style here and live off the land until the Time Hopper is working again?" Neptune asked with a light chuckle and a rub to the back of her head.

Blanc sighed in annoyance and rubbed her forehead before coming to a reply. "We might as well set up camp for the night until the Time Hopper gets unstuck, or until some nuke goes off and we all get turned into ghouls. Me and Noire can set up the camp, meanwhile you two can go look for some food."

This did not sit well with either Neptune or Vert. "Now hold on just a nepping moment! Why do me and Verty-Werty have to find the food?"

"Because it's only fair. Now get moving. C'mon already, get bloody moving you bunch of twats!" the Loweean shouted before marching off with Noire to find a suitable location for a temporary camp, leaving the unfortunate Neptune and Vert to deal with supplies.

Eventually night fell upon the land, and the only source of light was a small, hastily put together campfire in the middle of a park with a couple of scavenged chairs, bedrolls, mugs, an old fashion kettle and a few plates. Hardly anything fit for goddesses, yet they made do with what they could get. Vert was taking another look at the Time Hopper's mainframe, yet failed to get it working again. Soon enough she placed it back down on the ground and sighed in frustration. "Oh I just can't get it to work any more. We're stuck here."

As a result everyone decided to take their minds off the issue and instead munch away at their dinner, which Neptune and Vert had miraculously managed to put together; although only Noire and Blanc seemed to be eating anything. In the Loweean and Lastationite's hands were large slabs of freshly cooked meat, and both of them appeared to be enjoying it. "Chicken's good," Blanc said with a mouthful of the deceased bird in her mouth.

"I must say, Neptune, I didn't think you had it in you to actually cook something decent for once. I'm impressed," Noire complimented the purple goddess before returning to her juicy meal.

"Uh, guys, that isn't chicken," Neptune interjected while taking glances at both Noire and Blanc, who did not seem to take too much notice at first.

"Oh? Then what is it if it isn't chicken?" the brown haired woman asked as she continued eating the slab of meat, which was apparently not chicken yet tasted like chicken.

The answer was not what either Blanc or Noire expected or wanted to hear, for it shook them to their core. When Neptune spoke she said her words calmly and straight to the point, yet there was also a cheeky grin around the corners of her mouth. "It's that man we found. I mean, I thought it would have been pretty wasteful if we left him there. Now I'm no carnivore, or much of a meat eater overall, but it seemed to me that if people couldn't find anything nutritious that was like a chicken then they would eat other people, otherwise they would just be picking on the chickens."

Blanc and Noire stopped eating their meal, their eyes bulging with the news of their consumption of human flesh. The brown haired CPU of the north had been in the process of swallowing the flesh when Neptune dropped the news; in the end she spat it out after some great effort to regurgitate it. Noire did the same as well. Both had a look of disgust and guilt in their expression as they dropped their revolting meals. Vert, meanwhile, merely giggled and raised her mug of foul tea in a mocking salute. "One minute you're down, the next you're right back up again," the blonde haired goddess said to herself with a hint of glee before taking a sip of the foul tea, which now started to taste pretty good.

Blanc attempted to yell something abusive to both Vert and Neptune, but it only resulted in her throwing up loudly behind a log. The raven haired goddess, on the other hand, managed to control her stomach and leapt after Neptune, sending both herself and the iliac haired troublemaker to the ground. As the Planeptunian laughed while her Lastationite friend undertook her revenge in any form possible, Blanc returned to her seat, her stomach rumbling and a disgusted expression remained upon her face. Vet gazed at her and chuckled. "I should not worry about it, Blanc. Did you forget that Neptune has always been a joker of a sorts? It's chicken flesh, not human - I made sure of it."

"You… you serious?" the Loweean asked hesitantly. The Leanboxian nodded, confirming the reality that the flesh was chicken, not human. The brown haired woman sighed with relief and rubbed her temples.

Noire, meanwhile, had heard about the news as well, and took well to it once she pulled Neptune's cheeks about in a variety of ways. After this she stood up and looked over at Vert. "So it is chicken?"

Vert nodded once more. "It is indeed, but I could not help myself with Neptune's little joke and decided to join in. Forgive me, but ever since we crossed to this dimension and messed up the timeline we never had a single funny joke."

Suddenly the Time Hopper started to beep for several seconds, followed by a light showing up around the small screen. The machine was working. Vert grabbed it, tapped a few buttons and a look of relief showered across her face. "It's okay now, the Time Hopper is indeed fully functional, although there may be some glitches that I don't know about. So then, where to?"

"Hawaii! Let's catch some surf," Neptune quickly replied cheerfully before getting pummeled on the head by Noire's left fist.

"No. No we have to go back and fix what we caused. We have to fix this timeline and restore it to what it was by interfering with the assassination," Blanc said firmly upon standing up. The other CPUs agreed to the idea, even Neptune did once she stood up, rubbed her head and processed the words through her brain.

"Alrighty then, we better get moving; I'm starving for pudding," the purple goddess said, her tone of voice starting to become more serious despite the poor joke.


Lee Harvey Oswald walked up the stairs of the tall building, through the corridors of the sixth floor and reached the door to the room he was prepared to assassinate the President of the USA from. Sweat started to trickle down his forehead as Oswald tightened his grip on the long, brown paper wrapped item in his arms. Upon opening the door and stepping inside in a hurry he almost missed the four outworldly dressed ladies sitting nearby on small stacks of cardboard playing a game of cards. The short, brown haired woman in the oversized sleeve coat refused to look at him when she spoke. "We're goddesses who can't even catch a damn break in this frigging reality and just want to play a game of cards in peace for once! Try the seventh floor."

The gunman stared at the group as if they were mad, and probably were. However, time was starting to run out so he nodded a 'thanks' to the four goddesses, left the room and closed the door behind him before making a beeline to the seventh floor. Upon entering the room he quickly set up his position with the rifle and started to aim at President Kennedy. Meanwhile downstairs the four time/dimension travelling CPUs crowded about the room, waiting for the right moment to leave for the fifth floor. Neptune, on the other hand, stood by the window and watch the proceedings outside with nervousness.

The plan was simple: get Kennedy killed to restore the timeline to its original state. The difficult part was making sure to keep away from their past selves and place Oswald in a more suitable room for the assassination. It was decided to force him to the seventh after a straw poll, which was when Neptune discovered a deck of pristine poker cards hidden away in one of the containers. Now all they had to do was wait for the right moment to make sure that Oswald did was he was meant to do - it was not a moment that any of the four CPUs were looking forward to, however. The iliac haired goddess looked out the window for a few more seconds before Noire came over and tapped her shoulder.

"Come on, we better get moving before we bump into our past selves," the twin-tailed Lastationite informed Neptune, who nodded in response before making her way to the corridor outside.

It was not until they ran down to the fifth floor and entered it that they heard the first shot. With a quick rush the group ran for the window, opened it as the second shot was fired, and peered out to hear the third go off. Noire looked out towards the President, narrowed her eyes then shook her head with a deep sigh of frustration. "Oswald missed," was all she said.

"Really? How come?" the Loweean responded with a quick glance towards Noire then back to the mass of policemen surrounding the wounded President of America.

Vert, however, knew the answer as well as Noire did. "She's right, Blanc. We accidentally made the slope of the shot so steep that it has only wounded him."

"Right then, ladies, let's start again and bring Ossie back down to the sixth," the CPU of Planeptune suggested as she and the others continued to watch what was happening below.

"We can't bring him back down to the sixth because our past selves are going to spawn in there, and now this version of ourselves is occupying the fifth as well," the Loweean pointed out before grumbling to herself out of annoyance. "Ugh. All this timey-wimey space crap is becoming a real pain in my ass."

"We've been copied more times than hand-drawn lewd pictures of us on the internet," Neptune mumbled and looked further away to a car park located a few streets down where several small grassy hills were located, then an idea popped into existence. "Hey, buddies, what if we were to get a second gunman and place 'em over there by the little green hills?"

Noire stared at what Neptune was pointing at and saw what she was suggesting. "You mean the grassy knolls? Well I guess that would work, I mean it looks to be in range of a killing shot. But who would be the second gunman? Count me out."

"Yeah, and me as well," Blanc said with distaste; Vert nodded in agreement with the other two as well - no one wanted to kill Kennedy and have the nickname 'murderer' for life.

With the only hope of restoring the timeline of Earth back to the way it originally was seemingly starting to disappear, the hopes of the group were dashing frantically. That was until Neptune had another idea, and genius idea she would later think to herself. With sudden speed she grabbed the Time Hopper, the newspaper they had taken from the deceased man and began furiously tapping away at the buttons. "Hold on, guys, I think I know someone who can get us out of this mess. Idlewild Airport, July, 1965."

The group of unfortunate CPUs were materialised behind a passenger airplane, their sights fixed on the scene happening nearby. Kennedy was being escorted by two policemen into a heavily armoured police van. The doors closed and the vehicle began to drive off. Noire, Vert and Blanc seemed confused as to why they were here of all places, but soon enough Neptune muttered "Just give me a few seconds" and then she was gone.

Meanwhile, inside the police van, Kennedy was contemplating what he had done over the last few years ever since the failed assassination attempt in Dallas. It did not look good. A string of mistresses, one of whom being the daughter of a Mafia boss, followed by corruption within the government, the embezzlement of funds and finally his impeachment which followed with the fourteen years sentence. His dream of wanting to send a man to the moon was not looking promising, for funding towards the space program was waning and was instead being utilised for the nation's defence - what was left of it anyway. The former leader of the USA sighed and shook his head, hoping that he could do some good after his sentence was over.

Kennedy's thoughts were soon disrupted by the sudden appearance of a small, chirpy, iliac haired girl in outlandish clothing and a small black device in her hands. She took one look at Kennedy and offered him a bright smile. "Hey, um, don't get alarmed or anything, but I have quite the story to tell ya," Neptune said before getting a confused yet interested nod from Kennedy.

The story lasted quite a while, but it was the best conversation Kennedy had had ever since his impeachment some time ago. He was told about Gamindustri, the four nations, the Goddesses, the Oracles, the people who lived there, the creatures, the environment and the timeline-breaking quest for pudding. Kennedy had seen and heard some weird things in his life, but this topped it all, and was just above the time his wife had offered him sexual intercourse earlier in their marriage whilst wearing a tight one piece swimming suit filled with cream and a large hole cut out around the bottom. Nevertheless, he believed what Neptune had to say. After some more bantering and small talk, Kennedy finally discussed what he had reflected on.

"I have had plenty of time to reflect on my days in the White House. In all important respects I believe I did a good job. It was right to plan the pull-out of Vietnam, ah, to fight for civil rights and ah, to fight Congress to put a man on the moon. It was wrong, however, to act like an irresponsible jackass with all those women, and allow my enemies to wreak havoc on our nation." Kennedy then sighed and shook his head.

"Hey, I can help ya you know and put this all back to where it should be," Neptune offered with one of her signature chirpy smiles, which had captivated Noire many a time in secret.

The former President looked back at the Planeptunian with a questioning gaze. "And, ah, how would you do that?"

"Come back with us to Dallas in November 22nd, 1963. Be a second gunman, the gunman behind the grassy knoll." This was Neptune's grand, ambitious and audacious plan. It could work, but only if Kennedy agreed to it, and that sounded hardy than it looked.

As Neptune had predicted, Kennedy was surprised with the suggestion. "You mean… assassinate myself?"

Neptune nodded. "Yeah. It would drive those conspiracy nuts crazy, but they'll never figure it out."

"But I, ah, still have a future here. Jackie left me, but when I get out I can still make a contribution to the world," Kennedy said, although he was having private doubts about his own words.

The purple goddess had to be more persuasive with her argument, and she had just the thing in mind: what he was supposed to be in the original timeline. "You know this airport we left; "Idlewild Airport"? In the original timeline they renamed it 'JFK', after you. In the original timeline you're a liberal icon, and that's the person you should be. But if you're to be that person, you're gonna have to sacrifice your life. I'd do the same."

"And only then will my reputation be restored in history?" Kennedy asked hesitantly.

The iliac haired girl nodded once more, confirming the former President's thoughts. "Mmm-hmm. And then I can finally get a nepping pudding."

Kennedy chuckled light-heartedly for a moment. After another minute of thinking, he had come to a life changing decision. His expression lit up like a bright fire and a smile grew upon his face; patriotism was flowing through him. "Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country."

A sigh of relief came out of Neptune, who quickly then grinned at Kennedy, who grinned back at her. "Pretty nice speeching there, Mr. Kennedy. Ahh, would've been nice to have you around in our dimension for a while, but let's do what we have to do. Hold on to your stomach, this might kinda feel queasy at first."


Dallas, Texas, USA, November 22nd, 1963. The Goddesses were back, and with them was Kennedy in a spazzing new black policeman outfit, along with the front brimmed hat and the large sunglasses. He walked up to the wooden picket fence, drank the last of his cola, and grabbed his scoped marksman rifle. Neptune stood next to him, followed by Noire, Blanc and Vert. They had managed to get to know Kennedy for a short amount of time as they scavenged through several police cars to find a suitable weapon, and they found it to be rather strange.

At the same time future Kennedy was aiming his rifle at his past self, Oswald readied himself on the seventh floor due to the machinations of the Goddesses' past selves. He crouched by the window, took aim and waited for the right moment to fire. That moment came by quickly. Oswald fired his first shot, barely making a hit. The second made some sort of impact, the third was just about to be fired. As this happened, future Kennedy waited just before the third shot was to be fired. It had to be at the exact same time, or else who knows what would happen to the timeline again. Kennedy hesitated as he aimed at his past self, which made him suddenly rethink about the plan. But a glance over at the four CPUs and the thought of seeing America's timeline restored his nerves, and just in time too.

The third shot was fired from both men at around the same time, but only just. It was enough. The past Kennedy slumped in his chair as blood trickled down his neck. The timeline had been restored. It was then that the Goddesses looked back at the future Kennedy, who threw the gun down and stared at them with a thin smile. "I, ah, I want to thank you ladies for giving me the opportunity to... to make things right again."

And with that said, followed by a polite nod, he was off, his body starting to slowly disappear. Neither Neptune, Noire, Vert or Blanc knew what his last thoughts were, nor could they guess them. Instead they leaned on the fence as a mutual feeling of sadness, remorse and guilt fell upon them. They said nothing to each other for almost ten minutes before Neptune literally jumped and slapped her forehead. "Nepu! I forgot to ask him if there were any pudding stores in Dallas! Oh well, guess I better go back in time and pay him a little visit again, I'm sure he would love to see my beautiful self one more time. Now then, where did we put the Time Hopper…"

The feeling of sadness, remorse and guilt were cast aside, and were now occupied with violent annoyance. Noire glanced at Vert and Blanc, noticing that they were having the same thought. The group nodded and slowly walked off until they discreetly surrounded Neptune. Suddenly, and without warning, they pounced on the purple goddess and threw her to the ground amidst her cry of protest. Then came the beating. Noire grabbed a hold of the fence and kept jumping up and down on Neptune; Blanc kicked and occasionally punched the fallen CPU; and Vert grabbed a police baton and used it to great efficiency, even going so far as to tear some clothing off.

"H-Hey, guys, stop.. Ow! That hurts! Stop it, I'm begging you all! N-No, my beautiful face!" Neptune cried out in pain as Blanc delivered a savage blow to her head.

"Just shut up and put up with it!" the three other CPUs shouted in unison while continuing on with their assault.

After a couple of more minutes of constant beating and abuse, Neptune was laying on her back, a dazed look upon her face, which was covered in bruises. Noire sighed deeply with relief, the frustration within her finally ended after a day of complete mess and timeline destruction. Blanc and even Vert appeared to share the Lastationite CPU's view as well. The twin-tailed goddess looked over at her friends and grinned victoriously. "Well then, I think this wraps up our little adventure. Never thought we would accidentally save an American President then end up getting him assassinated. Let's hope that we don't have to go through this again," Noire said after a moment of reflection.

"Too true," Blanc said, nodding in agreement.

"Well then, I think it is about time we got out of here, don't you agree? Let's get moving," the Leanboxian CPU said as she stretched her limbs out and cracked her neck. Noire and Blanc nodded, while Neptune merely grunted in agony, along with a pained nod. Vert reached into her breasts and pulled out the Time Hopper, pressed a few buttons and, after one more look at her friends, pressed the final button for her calculations. The group became engulfed in timey-wimey energy, followed by buzzing electronic noises and suddenly they disappeared, leaving only footprints as a sign of the scuffle. They had been transported to another point of time or another dimension, hopefully their own home, for that was the calculations.

Or was it? Had they returned home? Who knows? Time is a constant enemy, for it always twists and turns, moving in strange directions and speeds. Do not trust Time, for it will get to you in the end.


A/N: This was an idea I thought of a while back, but never thought I would write. Well, here you all go, a crossover no one ever asked for or wanted - hope you enjoyed it. I don't care if my American history is off, I'm not American after all so lay off it already. I modeled the story after a British sci-fi sitcom, which has a very similar plot, only this was the Nep version of it - if anyone knows about it you can have 500 curries. I also left the ending ambiguous on purpose, in case there are any future spin-off projects. Now then, have a good day if possible and watch out for unfortunate time/dimension travellers.

Edit: Made a few spelling edits here and there for a better read through, that and I took a few words away for grammar reasons.