Hey guys, sorry to say this one is actually filler. I thought of some cool plot story for the beginning of the invasion, but I don't really see any time to explain more about character development that I wanted. So these side stories will hopefully characterize Momus and Boyle better.

(Note: I'm also going to plan a reediting of the series soon. Especially chapter 3.)

Extra Episode 1: Detention? More like attention! … Get it? Because trouble makers usually just want attention but they just get—never mind.

Momus was having a bad day.

His brother accidentally turned into a dragon while trying out a new multimillion dollar car.

… His brother, who tempted fate by saying, "What could possibly go wrong?" was pretending to drive the planet's first super luxury hover car that took ten years to make, twenty years of blue print design, and over 27.3 million dollars of investment on this project. Then he accidently transformed into a dragon while being allowed inside of it.

Something like that just wasn't enough, the inventor of this new frontier in technology unfortunately had a heart attack after he saw his life's work destroyed in an instant, and he did this in front of his three year old, wide eyed daughter who kept calling out "Daddy? … Daddy?" repeatedly over and over trying to innocently wake him up and unknowingly worsening his state.

Needless to say, this scene alone made Momus see jail as his lord and savior since he just indifferently placed his hands out to be arrested by the security when Boyle told them he was his brother.

So… where was Momus now?

Jail, The Slammer, The Big House, Arkham Asylum, whatever you'd like to call it. Specifically, it was called the Juvenile Detention Center for the socially challenged adventurers, but no one was fooled with that political labeling.

Momus was leaning on the bars while wearing nothing but the black and white prison clothes and cap. It was funny how a somewhat monarchical form of government had no rules that allowed anyone the right to free lawyers that could have prevented this debacle, but this was Neptune we're talking about, she'd probably care more about playing games than whoever gets thrown into the federal rehab process. Suddenly, he missed the old flawed democracy of good o'l U.S.A., at least they could actually get 'kicked out' of power for such poor behavior.

Momus was staring into an empty space. He was attempting to glare at whatever mysterious force was forcing him through such misery and hoping fruitlessly that someone was there caring about his predicament.

"… You turned into a dragon," Momus spoke with some tiredness in his voice, but he continued to stare at a random wall.

Boyle, amazingly put in the same cell as him even though they were brought in during different times, simply cringed at the tone of his brother's 'You did it again' tone. "Err… I turn into a dragon sometimes… it happens to all of us some point in our lives." Boyle metaphorically alluded to.

Momus simply shifted his unblinking gaze towards his brother, "You turned into a dragon the one time it was very inconvenient to. WHY?" stating out that last word with greater emphasis.

Boyle sheepishly rubbed his head before trying to defend himself, "W-well, you know I can't control my transformation! I was just so excited being in the driver's seat of a hover car that I… turned into a dragon…" Boyle realized that there was no way to explain his self other than goofing up.

Momus sighed and turned his gaze back to the wall. In some part, he did feel at fault, maybe he should have consulted the others on how they transformed so that Boyle would have an idea of what to do, or ask about the mysterious cure the supposed unworthy children were given to turn their monstrous forms back into human, yet he simply let bygones be bygones when Boyle turned back into his human form and showed no signs of it coming back until it was most troublesome for all of them like some kind of sick joke.

Then a song escaped the silent and reflective air, it wasn't a very happy or sad song, but it felt soothing enough even though it was sung by Boyle. "~You've got to go and dig those holes, with broken hands and withered soles, emancipated from all you know, you've got to go and dig those holes…~"

"Ey Skull! Shut your looney brother up! Or I'll go in there and bust yo knee caps!" A friendly and saint like person politely asked from the hotel suite across from them.

Momus sighed, not even an hour in, and now everyone there had already given him a cage name, Skull, based on his birthmark. "Boyle, you heard the nice sociopath, stop singing catchy movie music." Momus emptily told his brother.

"But if I don't sing, how will I calm poor Nepgear, or Lollipop, here?" Boyle pointed to Nepgear slowly huddling in the corner with maximum depression levels so high that she was actually making the corner of the room darker than all the other dark corners of that dim cell.

Perhaps more explanation is required. You see, Neptune and her sister, Nepgear, were invited to the unveiling of said car mentioned earlier. However, Neptune was absent and playing with Plutia over in her dimension while Momus and Boyle were visiting them during that time, so Historie asked them to accompany Nepgear to represent her sister.

Though the inventor welcomed her and her guests in, after he… uhh… after his collapse, the police came and arrested the three of them on the spot, not recognizing Nepgear as the CPU candidate of Planeptune without her sister for some odd reason.

"I guess it is true… I'm not memorable at all… I'm the worst main character ever… what's the point of living…" Nepgear muttered to herself.

Boyle petted her head, "Don't worry, deformed clone of Neptune, I'm sure your superior copy shall come and save us from this predicament like the responsible and caring person she is!"

"Boyle you're not helping. At all." Momus deadpanned.

"I said shut it! Ya want me to bust through this cage and beat ya all to a pulp!?" The same neighbor screamed at them. Her appearance was seen this time as she stepped towards the hall lights: a tall and rather muscular woman. She had a black mohawk, had tattoos painted all over her lower body, and her faced filled with many types of piercings, face, lip, eye, tongue, ears, and nose, she could probably put on an head piercing if she could. Her real name was never heard, but she was called Peirce briefly by other prison mates and guards, one could only wonder where they got that name from…

Momus sighed again. He showed to be wearing a glowing white and green bracelet and placed it on the cell bars. "As much as I would actually want to just drop dead right now, we all know these bracelets they made us all wear suppress all of our combat abilities."

To more detailed functions, the white and green bracelets all inmates were wearing suppress adrenaline, thus slowing one of the body's most important chemical in fighting, but that was all they were told, somehow the bracelet had even suppressed Nepgear's CPU powers and Boyle's pseudo invulnerability.

"Don't tempt me Skull! The Warden don't know shit about me! You Lollipop, and Hyper, are now my new prison b*****! " Peirce spat.

"I'm a prison b****?! … just kill me now…" Poor Nepgear, she was arrested and now she's someone's prison b****, how the angel of Planeptune has fallen… again. Seriously, what is with this girl and her always being given the sha—

"If it makes you feel better, I think you'd make a great one!" Boyle happily encouraged her while giving her two thumbs up.

"Boyle, I swear to god, if you're trolling her on purpose…" Momus threathened.

Boyle laughed lightly, "Sorry, I was. My bad Nepgear—*Thud* … Nepgear?" Boyle asked as he saw Nepgear fall into the floor like a ragdoll.

Momus rubbed his forehead in frustration, "Boyle, don't torture someone in a fragile mental state. It's very rude… and traumatic."

"Oh dear, I think I broke her. I was just teasing…" Boyle kneeled over and scooped up Nepgear to place her on the cot.

"Attention, attendants, leave your rooms and report to the mess hall. You have three minutes to comply or face disciplinary action."

"Huh? What's that?" Momus asked. He heard the hallway fill with collective groans.

"Shit, I thought we did this last week," Pierce complained as she got out of her bed. "Hey you, newbies, you better wake up that wallflower before she gets sent to the Harmonizer." Next a loud beeping was heard and all the cages opened. All of the inmates started heading marching toward an odd direction in an almost cattle like manner.

"Well that was odd…" Momus noted. "She seemed actually afraid of that 'Harmonizing' thing… Boyle, wake her up."

Boyle shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, I have one idea how to do it, but you told me to wake her up, so whatever happens is on you!" Boyle moved his face close to Nepgear's… then he moved over to her ear and whispered, "Nepgear, you're going to be locked in a room with Plutia for a whole day."

"NOOOO!" Nepgear jumped up and saw Boyle' face. She seemed to calm down a bit and smiled politely. "Oh, Boyle… I had the strangest dream, I was in jail and I was abandoned by everyone I loved…"

"Sorry, Lollipop, we're still in jail." Momus pointed out.

"But on the plus side, we're still here for ya!" Boyle awkwardly winked and gave two thumbs up sign to her.

Momus face palmed at Boyle's answer as he saw Nepgear's face lose color, "… NOOOO—"

"—OOOOOO…" An electronic screen continued to play as it recorded the three.

The entire room was dark, the only lights were the images of cameras pointed all over the cells and hallways, a hand came out into one of the pale lights and held a rail. This hand wore a green ring with a red ruby etched on it. The owner of this ring spoke out while facing the camera that was showing the two boys trying to calm down the wailing girl, "Who is the blonde boy?" he asked.

"Records show him to be someone named Momus." One unimportant voice answered.

"…"

Later.

The trio entered into a large hall. There were a large and colorful group of people that varied from all sides of the rainbow.

Momus took a second look at the people around, sure some of them looked like followers of Pierce, but some looked mundane, some people even looked like noble Markers, but why where they here? This brought an odd thought to Momus, "Come to think of it, I've never heard of the Juvenile Detention Center. Nepgear, has this place always been here?"

Nepgear thought about it for a few seconds, "Hmm… I think I remember filling something about allowing a new permit for a new wing in the jailing system…"

"Attention attendants, please stand by and wait to be sent to your therapist."

Therapy? Thought Momus, I thought they were called councilors.

A large sliding sound echoed throughout the hall; armored soldiers came in and separated groups of people.

"HEY LET GO OF ME!"

The trio looked over and saw Peirce being dragged by two guards, she was struggling as hard as she could and what she was saying didn't seem to make a lick of sense, "I WAS BEHAVING! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" She was brought into a hall that was all white with a red stripe along the wall were her screaming stared dying down, to Boyle, he could have sworn he heard her sobbing as her voice died down.

Some of the soldiers then came to the three and immediately separated them. "Whoa, hey, hey!" Boyle cried as he was manhandled by two tough looking guards.

They weren't exactly subtle with Nepgear as well. She almost seemed to be jerk like a ragdoll. "Ah! Mory!"

Momus wanted to act as they were all separating, but he bit his tongue. Resisting would only make things worse, "Guys calm down. I'll see you later." He quickly called out to the two. They both calmed down and let themselves be separated.

Momus took one glance to the area he was being taken to, and saw that it looked to be another hall way much like the cells, but instead those cells, locked rooms where in its stead.

Momus was directed into one of these areas. Inside, it should that the room was actually all white padded room with a table and two chairs, almost like an asylum pen. One thing Momus noted that even though this place seemed like an asylum, the one-way windows, chairs, and one light bulb made this room feel more like an interrogation room, but why would something like that be in a jail center when it should be in a police station?

"Something is off here…" Momus commented. "I really wish I could just call a lawyer…"

The sound of a door creaking open distracted Momus. He turned over to see a fairly old man who looked to be in his 60's he held a medical cane with his right hand because his right foot looked crippled. He wore a black suit and with a fancy green ring with a ruby etched to it. The man gave him a scornful look before sitting down on the chair across from Momus.

"… Well? Sit down boy." He said.

Momus hesitated, but he did as he was told. The man took out a clip board from the inside of his suit along with a pair of glasses then he read pieces of information, "… Momus Kiyagari. Files dictate you are from another world, but not the one the CPUs have recently connected us to... Wherever you seem to go, destruction and mayhem are close behind like your shadow." He said.

The information stated seemed rather informal, but then again, there wasn't much official data on Momus to begin with, being from a different world and all, so Momus assumed that they just had to make do.

Momus waited a while for the man to say anything else, but instead asked, "And?"

The old man tossed the clip board to the table then he removed his glasses and stared into Momus' eyes. There was something off with this old man's' dark brown eyes. They were normal compared to everyone else, but there was just… rage in his eyes. "I know the truth," the old man stated.

Momus raised his brow, what the heck did that mean? "Truth? What Truth? I have secrets, but they are just memories I hate. I don't have anything to hide."

The old man scoffed in a smug manner, "I mean I know why these bad things keep happening to you."

Momus raised his brow and eventually said, "… What?"

The old man smiled smugly and relaxed his posture. "I've seen people like you before: sad fools who behave and ask for nothing in return, but still get punished for almost no reason. It's unfair isn't it? What have you ever done to have these things done to you? You try to behave, you try to do good, but you always get the short stick. You try to work and study hard, but then you almost get killed. What's the point of doing all these good things if you just suffer for it anyway?"

Momus was stunned, it was true that those thoughts always crossed his mind, but he always dismissed them as thoughts of frustration. However, right now he was hearing those same exact thoughts coming from another man's words… perhaps… it really wasn't just being unlucky… Momus thought about it a little more before trying shift the subject, "Wait, if you said I do good things, then why am I here?"

The old man smiled wickedly. "It should be completely obvious by now. This is all the fault of your brother."

Momus eyes shot up. Completely taken by surprise by that answer, all he could do was mutter, "… Wha…"

The old man continued on, "Wasn't it him who caused mayhem at the party? Why is it that you choose to be arrested with him rather than point all the blame into the boy when it's clearly all his fault? You don't deserve it, and it doesn't even look like your own brother cares for you."

"Now that's completely untrue!" Momus stood up and slammed on the table. "My brother may be a hyperactive idiot, but that's only because he really wants to live life on the edge!"

"Hmpf, 'Living on the edge' , are just idiots going towards a young death." The man scoffed.

Momus glared at the old man, "… My brother survived death before." There was no passion or hate in his voice. Momus spoke those words with a fierce and solemn look. The so called therapist, glared back at him. He was curious at what he had meant by that, but he decided to change the subject.

The old man crossed his legs. "That is not the point, the point is, if your brother really did care, then why is he always doing these actions? I don't think living on the edge, as you would say, is the only reason. Your brother is a sociopathic narcissist: all he cares is being in the center of attention and nothing else, why else would he act the way he does?"

He doesn't even know him! How could he say those thing?! Momus was not just going to sit there and let this punk continue dissing his brother, he stood up and slammed the table away. He grabbed the old man's suit and lifted him to his face. "Listen, you old fart, I don't care if you're crippled, but don't you dare talk shit about my brother! You don't know him at all!"

The Bracelet around Momus' wrist started glowing. Momus suddenly felt a dizzying state of mind, which made him lose focus and release the old man. Momus dropped to his knees felt very disoriented. He was slowly able to get force himself back up.

"There's no need to get violent, Momus," He spoke calmly as dusted himself off and fixed his uniform. "I'm just trying to open your eyes to what the real problem with our society is. It is not the monsters, but the people around us: wouldn't your life be easier if certain people just didn't exist?"

Struggling to simply stand, Momus looked up towards the man and tried to glare, "T-that's like saying it's OK to murder others!"

"Not kill, just change them better for society, so people like you don't have to suffer to the point of apathetic acceptance... and death..." The man stated before struggling to pick up his cane and go towards the door.

"If you hurt him…" Momus warned.

The old man turned back and returned Momus' glare, "Do you even hear yourself? You sound like those abused people with Battered Wife Syndrome, don't worry Momus, this is for your own good."

Momus couldn't hold himself up and feel face first into the floor.

A firm, but gentle hand touches a little boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, school is a lot better. You just need to make many friends."

The small boy looks back at the gigantic building and all the screaming children, one of them is wildly banging his chest while throwing his shirt around in the air and running away from several pursuing adults.

"… Err… maybe you should choose your friends wisely…"

"Don't worry, sensei!" one voice chirped squeakily beside the boy, revealing another young boy with raven hair and beautiful amber eyes. He slung his arm around the first boy and made a gesture towards the towering building, "*Cough!* He's going to have even more friends after today!"

"Ahh… why do you say 'more', Boyle?"

"Cause I'll be his best friend! And together we are going to rule the world with an iron fist! MWAHAHAHA!*Cough!**Cough!*" The young boy laughed manically, gaining the attention of collective WTF stares from everyone who didn't know him.

The adult chuckled lightly at the young energetic child, but then he smiled warmly as he saw the other young boy.

The young boy, wrapped in Boyle's arms, had the most beautiful smile in the entire playground.

"—us… Momus!" Nepgear cried. This was also so stressing! She had just come out from a very distressing therapy session where the therapist(s) was convinced that she was just a poser of the CPU candidate. It completely went downhill when she was asked to prove it by telling the small group Purple Heart's character. The professionals didn't believe a word coming from her mouth when she said (in a nice way that didn't mean offense) that Neptune only played video games and was a very lazy person. They believed that Purple Heart was a very diligent ruler of the fine city they were in, and assumed that she was somehow twisting her own sad reality with her fantasy delusions. The nail to the coffin was when one of the younger members of the group commented out loud, "Hey… what exactly is the CPU candidate's name again?" then the rest of the group seemed to openly state that they weren't even sure of Planeptune had a CPU candidate. (They were mixing up their memories with Leanbox missing one.)

On her way back while once more questioning the integrity of her character and hold back a few tears, she spotted Momus lying down unconscious on the floor. Naturally, she immediately forgot all about her worries and went to see if he was alright.

Momus started groaning after constant nudging, "…Uhh… N-Nepgear?"

"Oh thank goddess, you're alright," She sighed in relief, "What happened to you?"

Momus took a moment to re organize his thoughts, "There was this old bastard that… oh god, Boyle!" Momus shot back up. He quickly stood up and looked around, he seemed frantic, worried. What happened during his so called therapy session? Nepgear wondered. "Nepgear, where's Boyle?!"

"I-I didn't see him."

Momus seemed to look more worried, he quickly ran back to his cell bars and shouted, "Hey! Open up!"

A voice coming toward the cell from the outside answers him, "Momus, is something the matter?"

Momus quickly tried to explain what was happening, "Look, you need to listen, my brother is in danger! These guys… oh god… Peirce?"

Nepgear couldn't help but gasp at what she was looking at now. Pierce's hair looked like that of a normal person now. She was wearing a plain white dress, her tattoos were shown only at her legs, and all of her piercings were removed, even her tongue one. If not for the holes and the 'anarchy reigns' tattoos on her legs, they would have never recognized this woman.

"Is everything alright, Momus?" Pierce talked again, this time there was a drained, almost forced gentleness in her voice. Her eyes looked dead and seemed trapped in trance.

"Pierce… what happened to you?" That was all Momus could ask.

"The nice people here helped me realize the errors of my ways. The used this miraculous device called the Harmonizer. Oh, I almost forgot," she bows to the two. "I would like to apologize for my rude behavior previously, the guards are allowing me to leave now, so I may not get the chance to say it again-n-n-n-n-n—once more." In her last word, she started twitching uncontrollably, but suddenly reset her words as if she was a machine.

"Dear lord, that's not right…" Momus could say.

"O-o-oh! S-silly me!" This time, Pierce seemed to be twitching uncontrollably as she gave a folded napkin to Momus. "I-I f-forgo-fogot to-two-too-to give this—sss to you… doog bye…" She spoke before walking back into her cell to start packing things up.

"They-they can't do that!" Nepgear finally stated, horrified of what just happened. "We need to stop them! If they're doing this to citizens…"

"Wait, Nepgear," Momus interrupted and opened up the handkerchief. There was an electronic card hidden in the folds. He recognized this card as one of the items used to lock their bracelet suppressors when they first came in. Did Pierce swipe this? If so… "It looks like we're the ones who owe Pierce," Momus placed the card over his bracelet. There was an electronic beep before it fell into the ground.

"Magnum!" Momus shouted. Shadows came from beneath his sleeve and formed to make a large, intimidating looking black L. Hawk Magnum onto Momus' right hand. Momus tossed the card to Nepgear and pointed the shadow magnum to the camera. "Hey, you old fart! If anything happens to Boyle, I'm going after your head!"

Momus pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Alarms blared all across the halls; the sounds of soldiers marching towards their cell came closer and closer, trying to detain this possible threat, but too little too late.

Momus turned to see Nepgear remove the bracelet. He nodded to her then turned back to the cell and pointed the magnum at the lock. "Nepgear, it's time to raise hell!"

BANG!

And all hell broke loose.

Boyle sighed. He was feeling really depressed while he was waiting on some bench in a white hallway. The odd thing was that when people were called, they would enter through the door labeled "Harmonizer" But for some reason they would never come out through the same door. Some people really struggled desperately as they were dragged into the room.

Despite these foreboding facts, Boyle miserably sat on the benches. His therapy session didn't go so well. Some old man with a cane named Mercios Hip, really insulted him. At first Boyle just shrugged it off and apologized for it, but then the jerk said that he was just causing trouble for all of his friends, especially for Momus. (Nepgear was mentioned as girl with weird colored hair.) A piece of Boyle just felt shame that he was causing his friends trouble when in reality he was just trying to… it doesn't matter now, he wasn't able to do it after all.

Then alarms blared throughout the area. Distant screams, noises, explosions, and other violent sounds grew louder and louder.

Boyle wondered just what was going on. Hopefully, Momus and Nepgear were safe from harm.

Oddly though, a large amount of guards came to the room and brought him and a large amount of people into the room.

In that huge room there was some kind of large, menacing machine. It loomed over everyone like some kind of giant tree made of pipes. At what might have been called the 'roots' of this machine, there were some kind of strange see through orbs with something that looked liked electric chairs inside them.

"… That so doesn't look orthodox," Boyle commented as he was getting pushed near one. "Hey guys, I am all for the rehab and the fed system, but…" Boyle quickly tackled the guard on his right, and started running away, "There is no way I'm going in on that!"

"Hey! Get him!"

Boyle looked up to the voice above him, and saw it was the same old man, Mercios Hip. "Dude, I was thinking you're right, but you are without a doubt a text-book cartoon villain!" Boyle screamed back as he pointed at him.

"Shut it you!" The old man banged his staff.

Boyle heard several odd sounds behind him. When he looked back, he saw some of the guards were taking out stun batons. They all lunged for him, but Boyle ducked and judo threw the first person into the machine he was going in to. However, his bracelet started glowing and Boyle felt the world seem to move faster than him.

Knowing that fighting was not an option, and he was almost starting to feel vertigo, Boyle dodged another guard and he quickly ran towards the machine's trunk-like area and slipped behind some of the cord or pipe like structures in order to avoid being captured again.

"Hurry up and catch him!" The old man cried.

The guards all nodded and tried to enter through after him. However, a large slash blew all of the guards away.

The large chunks of machinery blew away and out of the dust of the smoke, a glowing and radiant warrior flew out of the damaged machine.

Boyle came out of the smoke behind the CPU candidate. "Nepgear, how'd you end up in that machine?" Boyle commented.

"What!? What's the CPU candidate doing here!?" Mercios screamed. He then hears an odd click behind his head following the heavy pressure of a gun barrel down on the back off his head.

"… Be glad my brother avoided getting brainwashed," Momus' voice threatened. "Or else it wouldn't have just been me who would have lost his head."

"How dare you force machines like these to twist and deform people's personalities against their will!" Neptune angrily shouted. Boyle silently noted to himself that this was one of the first times he saw backbone in Nepgear.

Mercios angrily shouted, "Oh, what?! So I'm just supposed to let you people go on their merry way and let those so called warriors or ignorant adventurers be on their merry way and let them just fight and quest to their hearts content?! Allow them to get so arrogant that they view civilians as lesser beings!? We base our economy and society around these bastards! If it wasn't for you people… my son… my son would still be alive!" He glared at Momus who now held the shadow gun to his forehead.

Momus sighs and releases the gun. "Dude, revenge is never the answer. Now I'm going to guess that since you seemed to help me to some extent and hated Boyle for some reason. We remind you of your son and the asshole, or plural, that somehow killed him."

"How dare you generaliz—"

"Sorry, but no," Momus interrupted, "Look, everyone suffers that's just life. You'd be a fool to think you won't, but blaming and hating people, even when it is their fault, doesn't do jack squat. Because a wise man once said, 'Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' … What I'm trying to say is to look at yourself: your spending your days in a dark jail, brooding your time away, and brainwashing other people you don't even know? How would your son react to seeing you now?'

"You don't know him!" Mercios screamed as he was the one that grabbed Momus' collar. Tears started pour down his eyes.

"But YOU do," Momus replied unchanged. "And is this what he really wants?"

The old man thought about those words as his expression became softer. He let go of Momus and slowly sat on the floor.

Momus walked past him and looked over to Boyle and Nepgear, "… Guys we're done here, let's go home—"

*BOOM!*

The room suddenly shakes violently and alarms blare louder than before. Mercios falls and bumps his head, making him fall unconscious. Momus quickly helps him to the ground and set him in a safe looking area. An announcement is heard over the loud echoing cries of what sounds like a battle. "All officers report to the Correctional Facility! We have a jail break riot on our hands lead by Chain-Saws-For-Hands Steve! *Crack!* He has just found the mini-gun armory!"

"Ah," Momus said as he scratched the top of his head, "Well Nepgear, it looks like you've got your work cut out for you today, good luck."

"Wait what!? Aren't you two going to help me!?" Nepgear cried.

Momus went over to Boyle and deactivated his bracelet. "Want to, but too tired. Besides, I'm sure Uni or Noire will help since they spend time here like it's their second home."

"I bet Noire was in a shopping corner just a few blocks from here." Boyle jokes. Unknown to the three, Boyle was right on the money.

"Still! Why can't you help!?" Nepgear asked.

"Sorry, Lollipop, but I have gotta go too," Boyle said. "I kind of what a change of these cloths; wouldn't want the guards to be attacking me when I'm trying to help out."

"Ooh…"

"You'll be fine, Nepgear," Momus assured her. "Kick his ass, and if that doesn't work, try to trap this bracelet on him. We'll see you soon." He hands her Boyle's suppressor bracelet and begins walking towards a hole in the wall. Boyle follows behind his brother.

Nepgear sighs and flies towards the fray.

Despite the two brothers were walking out of the jail with the sounds of fighting and other chaos behind them, it was oddly quiet between the two.

"… Hey Momus, do you think I'm just some selfish douche?" Boyle asked out of the blue.

They both continued walking, but Momus answered him, "You are selfish… but I never thought of you as a bad person. Besides… last time I checked: I was pretty much the jerk between the two of us."

Boyle accepted the answer. For a little while, it became awkward between the two until Boyle spoke out again, "... Hey, do you remember that time I was really sick?"

Momus continued to keep his gaze forward as they made their way back to the Basilicom "… Which one?" he asked.

Boyle simply answered for him, "You know the one: I felt absolutely terrible that entire week before the treatment. I coughed, I whined, I was always in a foul mood… but you… you still did what you could to help me, no questions asked. You'd probably get the moon if I was crazy enough to ask." He finshed as he looked to the sky.

Momus closes his eyes and clicks his tongue. "Tch… I had no choice, you were annoying as heck."

Boyle quickly looks at Momus and smiles, "Ha! You're a worse liar than Noire, Mory. I remember you going out of your way walking two miles downtown to take out my favorite meal from my favorite restaurant at the time. You literally went the extra mile for me when I was just being childish."

"…" Momus wanted to say that was only because he was sick and that he had to do those things, but then he realized that he would sound exactly like Noire, so he said nothing but turned his back with his face a little flustered.

Boyle's smile faded as he turned his gaze back in front of them. "Momus, do you want to know why I always do these crazy things?"

Momus answered him, "Because you want to live life to the fullest; you want to do whatever you can before death takes you away since before you were very sickly."

Boyle nods a little, "That's one… but also, it's to make you laugh, you stern dork!" He laughed and punched his brother's shoulder. "Ever since we've got here, I've almost never seen you smile, or even laugh! Dude, just because we've been having such a hard time, you really shouldn't let it get to you."

Momus stared at Boyle and gave him a questioning look, "Oh really? What makes you think randomly screaming out uncommon vocabulary words in a half monotonous manner while attempting something impossible is funny?"

"… Isn't that how all mainstream comedy cartoons work now?" Boyle gave a blank look as he tilted his head.

Momus started to form a smirk, "Boyle, you know I always preferred the witty banter type comedy right?" He chuckled at his hyperactive brother.

Boyle's smile grew wider as he saw his brother laugh. He points to him and yelled out, "See? There's my brother!"

Momus just shakes his head at his brother as he smiles. "Well… considering we blew up jail, and left Nepgear on her own to face a freak with saws for arms that can somehow use a mini gun, how about we just buy new clothes and go straight back? Then blame Neptune for all this madness." Momus dryly interjected.

Boyle was seen already typing something fast on his mysteriously regained Iphone. "Way ahead of you, I already posted in several shady conspiracy sites that this was all because of Neptune's lack of rights to fair trial for prisoners."

Momus raised his brow, "Wait, wouldn't this reduce her shares?"

Boyle smiled back. "It would… if not for me posting some rather naughty pictures I got when the female guards and markers were wrestling with each other during the madness."

Momus shoved his brother's shoulder. "DUDE!?"

Boyle laughed, "Men are so simple minded, my dear brother. That's why it's going to be so easy to rule over the world. MWAHAHAHA!"

It's really too bad that Boyle was laughing like a maniac, and that there was too much chaos in the background for anyone else to notice that Momus… was smiling. Among the chaos and confusion, Momus had a beautiful and pure smile.

After all, Momus had a great day.