The Lord of Games found himself behind bars, in a very basic cell within Cortana's facility. He had no way of being contacted by the other villains, who at this point might as well have just pronounced him dead, and now Cortana was pressing for information.

The cell was made from metals which Cortana herself had researched extensively in order to make, strong enough to hold any of the Elite. Speaking of her, she was on the other side.

"Let's talk." The AI suggested. Though, it wasn't a suggestion, but rather, an order. The L.O.G. was adamant not to do that. He simply raised his nose at it all. "You think you'll press me for information so easily?"

"I have my ways." Cortana replied. "But I honestly don't see what you'll lose if you tell me what's going on."

"It isn't in my best interests to talk with those who lock me away and threaten me." He argued. Cortana sighed as she realized he did have something to lose. His pride. "Right." Cortana was already calling for the methods she knew would make him talk. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

It was Master Chief who approached Isaac Clarke, as he sat at a table by himself. Chief took a seat opposite him. "Hey Clarke." Chief greeted. "Hey. Is there something I can do?" He asked. Chief nodded. "Yeah, I was hoping you'd be able to answer questions about the Playstation All-Stars you were with."

Isaac paused. "Sure. But where do I begin?"

"Just start from the beginning, and tell me what you know."

Isaac shrugged. "Well, I can't remember everything, but it was sort of like this. A group of heroes and villains teaming up to stop a threat from taking over their world."

"So what was the threat?" Chief asked. "It was a guy called Polygon Man. He gathered up a team of villains and tried to get rid of us so he could focus on world domination." Isaac explained. "Of course, we won, and not long after we won, I was told I was wanted here by someone called Cortana. So I came here looking for her, and well, here I am."

Chief paused. So that story wasn't as informative as he had hoped it would be. He was a little disappointed, but not overly upset. There were still questions he could ask.

"What else can you tell me? How many of you were there?" Isaac laughed. "Would you believe more than here? Over seventy."

Chief didn't find that too hard to believe, as it wasn't that much more than Cortana had shown him were on both sides of the Elite put together.

"We were a pretty diverse team too. There was a guy called Radec, and I remember he was always really cold. He was a military commander on a foreign planet from a species that evolved from humans, and he was more vicious than anyone I ever knew. Then there was a young teen girl, Pupuru, who was like a sorceress or something, with a fantasy getup and a weird pet. She was really sweet, and believe it or not, she actually had feelings for Radec."

He listed a few more members, like a hedgehog named Shadow, a raccoon called Sly, and his 'rival' that he was assigned, a robot called X. Though Clarke soon got to the most important name.

"Ken Kutaragi." Isaac began. "He was the mastermind behind it all. He was like our Cortana."

Chief was getting somewhere now. "So what did he look like?"

"He was an Japanese guy, about this high, always wore a suit, glowed blue like Cortana." Isaac tried to visualize the whole thing, not having much success. "So he was an AI." Chief thought. "No." Isaac shook his head. "He was a real person alright. But he used the hologram to enter our world."

Chief understood, having learned, like the rest of the Elite, that they existed in worlds which were like video games. It didn't bother him too much, but it did make him curious as to what life was like outside the screen.

"He was a great guy anyway. Really knew how to get the best out of his team." Isaac then began to get up. "Well, I gotta go. Hope I was able to help in some way."

"Thanks. You were." Chief replied, walking off in his own direction. He had some of his questions answered, but then he remembered. "Oh, one more thing!" He called out to Isaac, who turned around to listen. "Yeah?"

"Did this guy, Kutaragi ever talk about other people like him? Like Cortana."

Isaac paused. "He talked about Cortana to me, but not to anyone else. Aside from that, he said there were other worlds like Playstation, though he didn't mention any names or numbers as to how many there were."

Chief thought about it before replying. "Ah. I'll just have to ask Cortana about it then. Thanks for your help."

Chief didn't have long to walk before he ran into Cortana, who had just left the part of the complex housing the prison cells. "Cortana! I wanna just ask one question."

"Can it wait? I just got some information out of our guest." Cortana cut across him. "That guy? I thought he'd never talk." Cortana smirked. "Then clearly you underestimate me. Anyway, it's pretty important, and I'd like to relay it to you. So can your question wait?"

Chief paused. Was his question really urgent? Well, if what Cortana was saying was true, and it likely was, then Chief's question could wait.

"Tell me what you found out."

Having made a miraculous recovery from the assault launched by Marius Titus, Leanbox was up and running again. Good too, because it was a marvellous place. The cutting edge architecture along with the gorgeous weather made it feel like a place like nowhere else on earth.

But still, today was kind of slow. That was the first thought running through Saya's head as she walked around Leanbox aimlessly, looking for anything to kill the time. Only Irisu and Naughty had seen her true form in Inkwell, with Booker, Elizabeth and Gordon all preferring to focus on their own obstacles.

That reminded her of something, now that she thought of it. Her non-human characteristics allowed her to recover faster from her injuries than the others. Naughty had his arm sewn back on, so he was fine too, but that left Irisu. Despite her...outburst, she was still human, so when Spinal stabbed her in the gut like that, it had possibly life threatening implications for her. Thankfully Team Fortress' Medic was on hand to help, and he had said that Irisu would be good as new in no time. Of course, Saya didn't believe him at all, so she was totally gonna check out what was going on.

It took her a little while to walk back to the Basillicom, where Irisu was kept for more security, and it took her a little longer to find the room, but eventually she did. Walking inside, she saw...nothing? She must have been cleared already, so that could only leave one place.

The CPU hotel was usually reserved for guests of honour in Leanbox, and I guess you could say that, yes the Elite were guests of honour, but it felt weird saying that. Even then, they had planned to stay in the Basillicom, until the attack from Cortana gave them other ideas. Anyway, Saya knew which room Irisu kept, and that the room was usually unlocked, partially because Irisu usually didn't lock, but also because no one wanted to have to bust down the door in the event of her starting to bleed again, or overdosing on cough medicene.

Openeing the door revealed a dark and stuffy place, thanks to the curtains being closed. Some light crept in underneath, but that was about it. The kitchen and living area looked like they had never been used, but once Saya arrived in the corner of the room where the bed was, signs of life began to show up. By that, she meant she had just knocked over an empty bottle of cough medicene. "Hello?" She called out. "Irisu? Are you there?"

No response. "Well...might as well open these..." Saya thought, pulling back the curtains and allowing light into the room. Saya hadn't realized it before, but those curtains were blocking light out from a balcony, and a nice one at that. The door remained closed though, but Saya wasn't bothered with opening it. Once the light came in, Saya could see Irisu on the bed, not under the duvet. She was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a pink button up shirt and pants coveed with bunnies. It made her look kinda cute, and also made Saya wonder what her deal was with rabbits, as she clearly hadn't any pets.

"I didn't tell anyone." Were the first words out of her mouth. Saya laughed. "That's not why I'm here silly! I wanted to see how you were doing!" Irisu's expression relaxed. "You...you did?" Saya nodded, getting closer to Irisu. "Sure! I mean, you did kinda save my life back there, so I guess I have to repay you somehow."

Irisu was pretty taken aback. Not a lot of the Elite had come to see her at all, let alone take care of her, so for Saya to be near the top of that list was...was...unexpected. But...it was also welcome. "Well...I guess I can say-Hey, what are you doing?!" Her raspy voice was raised as she saw Saya unbuttoning her shirt. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna eat ya! I just need to make sure he did a good job is all." Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Saya opened it and had a look at the wound. It was bandaged up just fine, disinfected too, but the amount of dried up blood around it was disgusting. It was all over her torso. "Wow, was that guy on a tight schedule or something?" She asked, an idea forming in her head. "He did what I asked him to." Irisu coughed. "Which was?" Saya asked, though she already knew the answer. "Bring my medicene." Saya laughed, going to the kitchen to find a cloth. "You know that's not gonna help!" She reminded her, filling a basin with hot water. "Yes it does." Irisu responded weakly. "Anyway," Saya continued, getting back over to Irisu with the basin and cloth, soaking the cloth and then wringing it out so there wasn't any excess water. "I'll get you cleaned up in no time." She then got on top of Irisu, and wass about to apply the cloth before Irisu yelped and tried to back up. "W-w-wait! Wh-what are you doing?!"

"The blood's gotta come off. I'm just gonna rub it off nice and gently, so you can just relax." Irisu was now determined not to relax, and that feeling only got worse as Saya took off her sundress, leaving her on nothing but her panties.

"H-h-hey! That's enough!" She began to protest. Saya laughed, saying "Well, I don't wanna get any blood on my dress, so…." Irisu was now completely adamant that she would not relax, but as the cloth was applied, Irisu felt at ease in an instant. Like someone had put out a burning fire inside her or something. Saya, true to her word, was gentle and soft, carefully rubbing all the blood away. She relaxed; allowing her eyelids to become heavy as she struggled not to fall asleep.

But it didn't take young before she was asleep, something Saya noticed, but paid no attention to. She just kept washing away the blood, getting a lot of it off with almost no resistance. Saya looked at her face while she was cleaning. It was only now she really noticed how small Irisu really was, without her regular attire making her look so much bigger. She was still far more physically mature than Saya, regardless of her disappointing physique.

That was somewhat relevant though, as it wasn't long before Saya ran into some problems though. Namely that some of the dried up blood wasn't coming off.

"Come on!" She grunted, but no, the blood would not come off. "No use for me then." Saya sighed. "Unless..." No. Absolutely not. Irisu would have a fit if she found out about the mere mention of such a plan...yet she was still smiling. Well...it was for a noble cause, so what would be the harm?

Having been so relaxed a mere minute ago, Irisu's eyes shot wide open as she felt something warm and wet that wasn't a cloth moving across her torso. She looked down and saw Saya. Saya didn't have the cloth anymore, oh no. She was...she was using her tongue?! Irisu let out a short scream. "Saya!"

Saya looked up mid-lick. "Yeth?" She replied. "I wath jutht cleanin' the blood off." She then took her tongue off Irisu, realizing how hard it was to speak like that. "It's easier to get it off with my tongue."

"I don't care!" A flustered Irisu shot back. "I don't want you to do that!" Her face was red at this point, mortified that she allowed herself to get this far into a situation like this. Saya, on the other hand, was really enjoying it. The taste of blood satisfied her cravings, and that reaction was just priceless. So it wasn't like she was giving up anytime soon.

"Oh?" The blue haired girl raised an eyebrow. "I thought you might have enjoyed it. Clearly I need to step up my game." Irisu didn't like the sound of that. "No, p-please don't-" But she was too late as Irisu went back to her job, licking away all the blood at a furious pace, shutting up Irisu as her resistance became less and less.

"There we go!" Saya licked her lips as she was finishing up. "All-oh! I missed a spot!" Irisu didn't even have the energy to protest at this point. Saya's eyes widened with pleasure as she saw the spot she had missed. Right between Irisu's boobs...she'd definitely get a reaction out of the rabbit girl now. Saya lowered her head slowly and seductively, though Irisu wasn't enjoying that look.

But even that wasn't enough to stop her from enjoying it as Saya got to work. Irisu began letting out little pleasured moans as Saya gave into her animalistic instincts, furiously sucking up the dried blood between her breasts with no sign slow-

"STAAAAAAAAARRRRS!" Nemesis cried, busting through the front door and walking in on the spectacle. When he saw what was before him, he sort of stopped. "Stars?" He questioned. He had heard screaming which drew him to this location, but what he saw was completely different. Saya, moments ago, was giving Irisu immense pleasure, but she was also seemingly eating her. The poor guy couldn't make anything of the situation, so he just stood there and gawped like an idiot.

"GET OUT!" Saya screamed, frantically, rushing back to the kitchen in an attempt to get the hulking brute to go back to his own room. "You big dumb pervert! Why do you keep-Hey, no, stop that!" Saya protested as Nemesis picked her up and put her over his shoulder, carrying her away from the room like a small child, as she pounded his back to get him to release her. Unfortunately for Saya, he wasn't putting her down.

Once she was outside the apartment though, Irisu caught a glimpse of Saya being put down and allowed to transform into her monster form, a pretty bold move considering they were out in the open, but she didn't see much, as while she was transforming, Nemesis gingerly closed the door behind himself. He had put a small dent in the wall when the handle slammed against the wall as he barged in, but it wasn't like Irisu cared. She looked down at her chest as the two began to scream complete jibberish at one another outside the door.

To her credit, Saya had done a good job. All the dried up blood was gone, and her torso looked perfectly clean. She wasn't thinking about that though, more concerned about what might've happened had Nemesis not barged in right as Saya was...cleaning her. Wait. Did Saya like girls? She said she was just doing it to say thanks...but if the former was the case, then she would have to tell Irisu that she didn't like girls like that.

No, Saya wouldn't do it for that reason. If she was interested in that, she would've gone for better places to get a reaction, that was for sure. Was it really out of the goodness of her heart that Saya had come to see her?

She was getting sleepy as she buttoned up her pajama top again, and climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet covers up past her shoulders.

So what Saya had done...it was like...something a friend would do.

A friend? Yeah. Irisu had those back in her world, but sometimes they were more concerned about what they wanted regardless of how Irisu felt about it. Come to think of it, Naughty, Saya, and herself were three social outcasts. Saya for different reasons, but that was besides the point.

Was this home for her? Was this where she might've had a chance to become normal? If that was the case, what if the group disbanded once all threats were dealt with? Would they all have to go home? Surely they'd be allowed to remain in touch?

A lot of questions floated through her mind, but her eyes became too heavy before she could answer them, and so she drifted off to sleep.

Thankfully, there was a library in Leanbox too. It was roughly the same size as the one in Gensokyo, as while Leanbox had a way larger population than the human village, the interest in books wasn't as big, with more interest in the latest technology amongst the general public. But as long as there was a library, it meant Monika had a place to spend most of the day. Today though, Cole was more interested in showing her something outside, rather than talking about poetry or current events.

Monika had a bad feeling about this. She hoped Cole wasn't planning what she thought he was planning. If that was the case, then she didn't want a part of it. But she saw the sign for the firing range from a mile off, and was already against it. "Please tell me we're not gonna go there." She pleaded. "I would, but that would be a lie." Cole answered. "It's just that, y'know, I don't really like guns all that much."

"I know how you feel about that, I've felt the same way. But this is a matter of necessity. If we get attacked again, I figured it'd be better if you knew how to defend yourself." Cole explained. "Can't I use a sword or soemthing?"

"Those things? For posers." Cole dismissed the idea. "So can I tell Green Heart that you said she's using a poser's weapon?" Monika asked. Cole laughed. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Well then, what do you mean?" The young poet asked. "I'm saying that unless you're like one of those more powerful guys of us, who can afford to use those weapons, then the best option is a gun. It's fast, it can be used at a range, and it's effective."

Monika wanted to argue more, but she knew she wasn't getting anywhere. He was taking her to the range, and that was that. Once inside, he paid the guy running the range, taking a rifle that looked like it was from the second world war. The guy gave him his bullets, and Cole loaded the gun. Monika watched, curious to see how Cole would do. The cop made no mistake, firing every round into the target on the other side of the range.

The guy was stunned, and even as Cole handed the rifle back, he had no words. "Also, I'd like something you'd recommend to beginners. For the young lady." He said. The man walked back into his storage, and returned with a small handgun, an empty magazine, and eight bullets. Monika went to her spot, and began to load the bullets into the magazine. That was easy enough, and she was able to load the magazine correctly, then load the gun with the magazine. A 'click' noise indicated she had done everything correctly, and then came the hard part.

She was obviously inexperienced, and the fact that she was nervous on top of that wasn't helping at all. Cole could see that from her stance, which, being honest, was absolutely dreadful. If he didn't show her how it was done she was going to break her nose.

"Here." Cole walked over to her. "I'll give you a hand." Cole stood behind her, with his chest pressed against her back, providing as much support as he could, even holding her hands and helping her to adjust them properly. "No, hold it like this." He instructed, correcting Monika's awkward grip on the gun. "Get both hands behind it."

Then, he gently lowered her arms, helping them extend. "You have to hold it out. If you don't, you're gonna get hurt." Monika sighed. She was nervous, hoping to get this overwith as soon as possible.

The shot rang through the air all around them, and the gun kicked back in her hands, making Monika's heart skip a beat. She opened her eyes, seeing that the shot hadn't hit the target, but... she felt a little more at ease. "Alright, alright. We can try again. You still have seven more shots."

Monika took a deep breath, still trying to compose herself before taking the next shot. She squeezed the trigger, and the bullet came flying out. Both looked down the range at the target, but it was the detective that noticed first. Cole pointed. "Looks like you got a hit." He said, smiling as he pointed. Monika looked, and sure enough, at the bottom of the blue rings of the target, there was a bullet sized hole.

Monika allowed herself to smile. She was, though she couldn't exactly say why, feeling happy.

After all, what good are words when a smile says it all?

She fired six more shots, though none of them hit the target. However, Cole preferred to focus on the positives. He even paid to bring home the target sheet Monika had fired a shot through.

"Not bad Monika. You'll be a real sharpshooter some day." He kept smiling, which Monika was happy about, but she wasn't focused on that. She instead focused on the target she had in her hands. The target...at least Monika had hit it. But when she looked at it, she felt something that was undeniably sadness.

The bullet hole, well, it meant something to her. It was a memory created with Cole, probably created by Cole. She should have been so happy.

But no, she felt crushed inside. Why? Why couldn't she just feel happy?

"So now what?" McCree asked Jack Morrison. The Overwatch team had all been thrown in cells, branded with microchips on the wrong side of laser bars. Green Heart explained to them how it worked. Anyone not branded with the microchip could pass through the bars with ease, but anyone who was chipped would bounce off the bars and receive a nasty shock.

The hall was white, not sore to the eye, but well lit enough. The cells were a decent size, as they had to accomodate all the needs of a human as the prisoners weren't going to be let out.

Some of them had to share, and McCree with Morisson was one situation where that was the case. They weren't very talkative, that went for everyone captured, including Jason Flemming. Overwatch were admittedly surprised to see him, but he was there, captured like they were.

The loss to Team Fortress was a complete collapse on the part of Overwatch. That wasn't to say anything derogatory about Team Fortress, who were clearly a capable team, but Overwatch certainly would at least have put up a better fight than that if they had the right mindset. But it was to be expected. They were disinfranchised, and unwilling to work together. They came up against a team equal in ability, but far more co-ordinated and organized. They didn't rely on one member to sweep the entire team, and they covered each other's weaknesses.

Was it wrong to think that? The team had failed, but he was their leader. When the team failed, he was supposed to step up and take responsibility.

"Hey, Jesse-" "Don't call me that." The cowboy corrected him. "Hey, McCree. Can I ask you something?"

"Now's as good a time as any I suppose." He grumbled. "Why did we lose?" McCree didn't pause, smirking as he said "Lucky break for those fellas." Morrison thought. "How were they lucky?"

"You think I know? Why don't you ask them?" He shot back. The leader didn't attempt a response, knowing it would be shot down. But it confirmed what he had thought. The team was fractured. McCree knew he hadn't done the best he possibly could against Team Fortress, but he didn't want to say it. Morrison was willing to bet too, that any of the other members would have said similar. Of course, he couldn't ask them at the moment, but he didn't need to in order to know that.

So the team was fractured. That was obvious, but the problem facing them was huge now. As long as they were captured, they would remain fractured, and just blindly hoping someone would come along and free them seemed like very wishful thinking.

So then, if the team was fractured, and they couldn't heal those wounds, then what could they do.

That was where his worried began. With all the factors he had just listed in his head, then there was only one logical step forward for Overwatch.

Disband.

Back in the Basillicom, in the room where the Elite would have any group talks, there were currently only three people.

Orchid worried a lot for Jago. Her brother didn't speak, despite knowing fluent English, he kept his face covered, he didn't have any hobbies, he didn't have any love interests, nothing but himself.

TJ could see that clearly, with Orchid spending so much time letting it eat away at her. "You still worryin' about him?" Orchid shot him a glare. "Of course I am. What kind of question is that?!" TJ raised his hands in defence. "At ease there. It was just a question."

"Yeah, well..." Orchid stopped. Maybe she was letting it get to her. "Maybe you should go an' talk to him. You're only gonna get grey hairs worryin' without talking." Orchid rolled her eyes. "I'm not really concerned about getting grey hairs."

"Well I am." TJ countered. "I think your hair is pretty damn fine as it is." Orchid couldn't stop herself from smiling at that, though the smile quickly faded as she took TJ's advice and went over to talk to Jago.

"Hey...little bro." Jago turned to face her, a look of someone who couldn't believe what they had just heard. Orchid cringed internally at what she had just said, but tried to continue as normal.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm fine." He replied. Something strange to note about Jago was that he spoke with an American accent, despite being born in Pakistan and living almost all of his life in Tibet. That was a sign of exactly how little he spoke, and something that no doubt concerned Orchid.

"Are you sure? Do you uhh...wanna talk about anything? Maybe we could just spend time together..."

"Orchid, I have no time." Jago responded. "I have to-" "Jesus Jago, you never have time, do you?"

Jago stopped. "I don't understand."

"No, of course you don't. You never do! Would it kill you every once in a while just to say hi?! You're the only family I have left and I barely even know you!"

Jago couldn't respond. "Maybe it's because you can't deal with your inner demons, or maybe it's because you don't want them to stop, but you never have time for anyone but yourself! So in return, I guess I'll just try and show you how I feel!"

Orchid stormed out of the room, seething with rage as a gobsmacked TJ tried to put together in his mind what had happened. He ran after Orchid, leaving Jago to his own devices.

But Jago wasn't feeling as a apathetic as he usually seemed to. Why...he felt something eating away at him. Guilt. That had to be it. But why? Orchid had shouted at him before, but it never hurt so much. Why was it just this time that it pained him so?

Was hejust an awful person?

Author's Note

So a little more lighthearted this time. I told you it would be longer too. The bit where Cole takes Monika to a range was originally gonna be shooting dogoos or something like that, but I figured that would be dark and wouldn't make a lot of sense why Cole would actively seek out creatures that could harm them, partially based off an irl experience.

The Irisu scene was inspired by something N.K. wrote, I ended up liking it more than I probably should've, but what the hell? It was an entertaining idea, and I wanted to use it.

Jago and Orchid are now fighting, well, most of the fighting done by one sibling, but they learn to set aside their differences?

Cortana made the L.O.G. talk by...I actually don't know, lol. Come up with your own crazy suggestions.

Also, I actually wanted this chapter to be longer again, but I'm just gonna make a part 2, lol. There's too much to fit in just one chapter.