Omnidimension Neptunia: Infinite Memes Chapter 25: 25 - A Future Fashback! Enter Vergo!, a hyperdimension neptunia fanfic

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Shortly after the collapse of Nebula, Domio got off of his foster father's unconscious body as he now had multiple scratch marks and a bloody nose on his face.

He then raised up and look towards AL who held stomach in pain as he couldn't move.

"Urgh..." The flame user groaned as his Burning Fever left him.

EXTINGUISH!...

Gris would have stopped holding his face as he slowly got up.

"Mister Gris! What are we gonna do?!" He asked the assassin.

"Calm down. That's what you're gonna do. We have to get to Leanbox before nightfall and half the team is out of it." He observed woth a grim expression.

"I don't have enough energy to heal myself actively anymore. So we're going to have to brave the wild." The assassin told the boy.

"But we're all injured. How are we gonna get that far in only a few hours?" Domio would ask.

"You just got your face smashed in. We're all ICU worthy. Suck it up, Domio." Gris deadpanned.

"That's fair... I guess." The boy muttered, dejectedly. "So what do we do?" He asked.

"We carry them. Simple as that. You remember where our bags were?" Gris anwsered as he had another follow up question.

"Yes. It's in the forest. A big ice tree house. It's just on the other side... Of the forest." He realized as he wiped his nose and groaned.

"No time to groan. Time to get going." Gris would say as he picked up AL's body and slump the groaning mess over his shoulder.

GRAB!

SLING!

"Ow, my everything..." The dark skinned dman groaned.

"Shut up and it'll hurt less." The assassin told the downed ally.

Domio had to lift up the deadweight which was Nebula, but he surprisingly pulled it off, which secretly left the hitman impressed at the boy's strength, especially with his stature and demeanor. He carried his father in his arms as he walked back to the assassin.

LIFT!

''Hnng!" The boy grunted as he lifted the man.

He then saw the slightly impressed visage of the assassin.

"I used to lift passed out strippers. Even the fat ones." The boy admitted.

It took everything for the hired killer not to snort in amusement.

They then left the shoreline as the duo trekked into the forest.

BANG!

PIXELATE!

"Keep moving." Gris instructed the boy as he took out another group of monsters as they silently treas through the forest.

Ever since the battle with Vhestora ended, the monsters slowly started to move back into the forest in small numbers. Thankfully so, as waves of all the inhabitants rushing through would make their journey significantly more difficult, especially with the team being in such a crippled state.

"...Aye." Domio almost stuttered out from the nerves of being quiet, but followed the assassin as he was the only way they would get out of this alive.

They snuck through the bushes and plants as Gris would part them long enough for Domio to pass through before they returned to their original position.

PUSH!

They made good time as the covered ground and usually avoided fights and open spaces, and would attack when there was no other way to pass without detection.

The duo had successfully make it about halfway into the forest before a peculiar event would occur.

Peculiar, he says-

Up in the sky, would be the epicenter of another dimensional disturbance. But this instance, it wouldn't be from and alternative space but rather from a different time.

Another weird variation of sound would occur as not a portal, but a wormhole would appear. It was holographic and green in appearance as it would be about as big as a person.

INFLUX!

Speaking of persons, one fell out of the scientific topic like an idiot rock, as they had their words be shortly distorted by the wormhole before their screams could be heard coherently as they plunged.

"NCXZMKGLEUPYISBWLFWOWBLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" The scrambled voice became understandable to human ears once more.

They were diving towards the ground as they would be heavily injured, with cuts, scratches and bruises all over their body.

The individual was closing in on the position of the two conscious heroes as they would hear the screaming from above.

"Psst. Do you hear something, Mr. Gris?" Domio would ask.

"Hear something? Like what?" The assassin looked back.

"Like screaming." The boy clarified.

"Screaming?- Scatter!!!" Gris heard the shrill cry from above as he would immediately jump back.

LEAP!

Domio scrambled away with Nebula in arms as he barely made it out before-

CRASH!

DUST!

The body landed with a loud crash.

The crash caused some birds to hastily flee, but other than that, most of the monsters in the immediate area would have been dispatched beforehand.

"W-What was that?!" Domio asked in a concerned and frightened tone. His fear of a possible enemy outweighed the assassin's menacing glare.

"Stop that. We have no reason to be afraid, for now. Whatever landed does not know of our position." Gris responded as they peeped through some bushes that they hid behind.

GULP!

Waw the sound that escaped Domio as he looked on in suspense.

The dust cleared slowly as a silhouette would strain himself to stand. The movements were shaky and panting could be heard as the person attempted, but they made it to their feet.

"Huff... Huff... Huff... Huff..." The voice took in large gulps of air.

They slumped over a bit, their arms at their sides as they collected their breath.

The dust cleared uo as their appearance would become a bit more easy to distinguish.

For one, the person was tall. As tall as Citadel. Accompanied by the messy and curly golden blonde hair that they sported would be an eye catcher. Speaking of eyes, they had azure blue orbs that would be looking around in a very hyper and unsure manner, as if they had never seen the place. As the dust cleared. They were male, and ripped with aesthetically pleasing muscles as they would be wearing an essex green tank top that was moderately ripped and teared. His wristbands were shamrock, as they were busted as well. His pants appeared to be baggy black jeans that had many tears as they were held up by a brand name belt that was umber brown that had the buckle sporting the logo for Leanbox, his vest being tucked in the pants. And his shoes we some boots. Shamrock boots that were... Also brand name. Timbs. They were damaged a bit from whatever he had gone through prior, but still retained the exaggerated swagger of a hypebeast. Sorta.

He turned his head as he tried to look for anything familiar, but would draw blanks.

"Bruv... Where did the mates send me...? Now I know how Aunt Neptune feels whenever she hops dimensions. I guess time travel in this case, bloody 'ell." He muttered in a husky voice, that had an English accent.

"Wait. Neptune? Aunt Neptune?" Domio would ask.

"Be quiet, Domio. The more he blabbers is the more intel we get." Gris shushed the boy.

The man would try to transform as he yelled.

"Access!"

...

"Shite... I can't go HDD anymore... Gotta link with the Sharicite. If Gris' power sent me back 20 years, then... This is around the time big sis was in the Gamindustri Graveyard. Gotta keep my identity a secret, before I start causing paradoxes or something that jeopardize my own existence...I think. At least until I'm born. Unless it's M theory and I'm in a parallel timeline. Best not to test that theory right now, though." The blonde spoke before walking in a direction.

"HDD?... Time travel? Big sis? My power? This boy's got a wild backstory." Gris would say as he listened to him. "Domio, go out and talk to him." The assassin told the mage.

"But I thought we were listening to him?" The boy responded with a question.

"If he knows me, then he has to be an associate of our future selves if his story lines up. And if he has a fiber of good in his body, he won't attack you. If he dosen't, I'll cap him and we'll take him down, or atleast die trying. Now go out there and recruit that stranger." Gris pep talked as he aimed his gun at the back of the man's head as Domio came out of the bushes with high levels of anxiety.

RUSTLE!

The noise madr the man twist around as he took out a metallic bar that extended into a bo staff before twirling it and pointing it at the boy, forcing the dust to be expelled as a gust caused Domio to shield himself to prevent being blown away.

EXTEND!

TWIRL!

POINT!

GUST!

"Gah!" Domio resctes as he summoned his ice gauntlets to help block the strong wind force that hit him.

FREEZE!

"Who are you, lad?!" He asked fiercely as he gained a serious expression as his eyes narrowed and grip on the staff tightened.

"Don't hurt me! My name's Domio!" The ice mage spilled the beans as he was cross blocking and peeked through his block only to see a no nonsense look from the man.

It soon melt into a surprised look however, as he lowered his staff a tiny bit.

"... Wait. Domio? Uncle Domio?" The man asked, ironically the same way the boy did to him.

"I'm an uncle?" The boy questioned the context of the response as he completely lowered his guard.

"You're so puny and sad. Don't worry, though. You'll become a very big muscle man and have a chisled jawline and deep voice eventually, just like the rest of us, ya plonker." He said reassuringly, recalling that Domio wasn't the smartest back then, from what the others told him.

"I do?" Domio inquited with the hope of every single child on Gamindustrian soil.

"Who did you think taught me magic?" The man motioned.

"I taught you magic... Cool..." The boy thought about how grand the honor was as the man lowered his staff.

"Well, not yet, but eventually yes. But don't think about that right now, you might cause a temporal paradox." The time traveller warned the boy as he put his pole to the side as the bottom side tapped the ground.

TAP!

"Who are you, Mister?" Domio asked his future student.

"Oh, well don't tell anyone, child that doesn't know any better whom is actually my future magic teacher, but the name is Vergo." The newly realized Vergo explained to Domio. "And I need you to help me get to Leanbox, lad." He explained as he thre turned to the Bbsh that Gris was hiding in.

"And you can tell Gris to come out his semen shrub." Vergo would call out the assassin, who would then fire a shot from his glock.

BANG!-

CLUTCH!

Only for Vergo to catch the bullet with his hand, clenching the bullet.

"Still as much of a dickhead as he was in the past. Just more shoot first ask questions later.'' Vergo grumbled as he crushed the bullet before dropping it.

CRUSH!

DROP!

"Tch." Gris uttered before coming out of his shrub with his gun pointed at Vergo.

"And he still has his hair." The green clad tiem traveller snorted.

"I LOST MY HAIR?!" The assassin yelled out very angrily and slightly concerned for his scalp as he had his gun trained on the time traveling blonde.

"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. Nebula told me to try that on you when I got to the past. Your expression was worth every second guess I made about it." He explained tried not to laugh.

"..." Gris clicked his tongue as he clutched the grip of his weapon. "I see you caught onto his annoying personality traits as well."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was trained by you as well." Vergo tried to appease the edgelord's ego as well as improve the mood of the tense situation.

"Really? Then name the exact model of the gun I'm holding." Gris would quiz.

"Glock 17, Gen 5. All your models are equipped with a custom silencer for quick and silent kills as well as a flash hider for your larger guns. Your bladed weapon of choice is the kusarigama which is gadgeted to the brim with different situational items, and your favorite mode of transportation for missions is your beloved ability to increase the speed of the actions you make, increasing your travel speed to supersonic levels at the very least." Vergo stressed as Gris raised both brows as his grip would slightly loosen from being accurately described in unnatural detail.

"O-Oh. Well shit. Then what year is it?"

"2012." Vergo stated with a slight smirk.

"Damnit. Who's this on my shoulder." The assassin asked.

''AL, full name Allister Mūten, 21 years of age if I do my math correctly, he's the best friend of Nebula since childhood and the first person to survive being attacked by you on a mission. He's known for being one of the strongest 'humans' in my time, and has dealt with many fearsome and powerful threats alongside the CPUs including you, Nebula, and Domio. He's also known for sharing the story to deviant sex addicts to dissuade them from practicing unprotected sex of how he almost got syphilis at the age of 19 by sleeping with a-"

"Will you people let that DIE!..." AL cut off Vergo as the three jolted as he looked to the fire user.

"You were awake, AL?" Domio asked as he turn to his beaten buddy.

"I've been conscious since this rando exposed Gris' assassin kit. Just stayed quiet because it was funny. But now I wanna know how that blonde guy knows my damn story!" AL winced as he shouted as he moved about angrily.

"It's because-" The hitman would would cut off.

"I'm from the future!" Vergo finished for Gris as he revealed it an a dramatic and narrator like voice.

"Cap.'' The pyro warrior denied.

"He's not lying- He just told us about your syphilis story." Domio explainesm

"I don't believe him because I don't wanna believe him, not because he's wrong." AL admitted.

"Your favorite rap song right now is Gas Pedal. You've shagged a total of... 19 women in the last year, and I think you once smoked ten blunts simultaneously right before doing the crip walk and throwing gang signs that would rival a certain anime about ninjas whilst rapping about how Nebula ate your baloney sandwich without telling you and that you were going to murder his entire family on an Nepgram Live that became a top tier meme in 2011 with the likes of that cringy and annoying song about Friday, and that cop that pepper sprayed everyone." The time traveller spoke his piece.

...

"...Fuck." AL cursed, defeated by history.

"So that's why you smelt like weed when I fought you. You were high off your ass.'' The assassin recalled as he had an amused smirk from the info that was dug up.

"Shut up, Gris." AL shot at the hitman.

"The fact that he made Gris bleed and sweat during that fight is probably the greatest one up he has on the man's entire career, considering that he smoked a spliff that made him high as a kite." Vergo brought up.

"I can't say that he's wrong." Domio scratched the back of his head.

"Shut up kid, you weren't even there." The hitman defended his assassin pride.

"Leave him alone, he becomes your student in the future." Vergo stuck up for Domio.

"What is the future even like? You were trained by Gris?" AL asked.

"And me." Domio told the pyro warrior, making him arch a curious brow in surprise.

"Really?! Damn. Now I really wanna know what flying car timeline is like."

"Let's not talk about the future..." Vergo would try to change the subject as his smile faded and he would look away. Gris would picked up on his tone.

"What happened." He asked, intrigued and with suspicion.

"You're better off not knowing. Trust me." Vergo assured, with his demeanor becoming uncomfortable.

"We're trying to do that right now, and you dodging the question ain't gonna make us do it any more than just telling us." AL would pressure.

"I wouldn't be dodging the question if it wasn't that bad." The blonde looked back to AL.

"Maybe we should listen to him. He looks serious." The ice mage would try to get his friends to move on from the vital question.

"So what? It's not like we're all dead in the future or something." AL would say with a hopeful tone.

"About that..." Vergo would acknowledge as he looked down. "It's so bad that I had to watch Rom and Ram be brutally slaughtered." He bomb dropped.

Dead silence ensued.

...

"WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK!-" All three would recite the legendary reference to a certain Neptuber as Vergo winced from the synchronized curse.

"Language Domio. But, what?...The twins died?" AL asked again, filled with more desperation to be wrong with sad realization.

"What about us? We're dead?" Gris queried, wide eyed. The time traveller shrugged. "What do you mean, you don't know?! " The assassin gave the blondie a harsh glare.

"But I don't want to die..." Domio sniffled.

"Well that won't happen for two decades-, actually since I'm here, it shouldn't happen at all since I can now help you guys divert it-" Vergo would try to brighten the spirits of the reasonable shocked and unnerved warriors but would fail.

"But what happened." Gris would specify. "For goddess sake, my mid life crisis is the fucking apocalypse." The assassin shook his head.

Vergo sighed as the memory would be all but recent as he would explain to the group.

"Well, no use prolonging it. If you're wondering, no, you didn't die to the Deity of Sin or ASIC, those guys got eviscerated by the power of friendship or whatever from my sister and her friends, with the help of you guys and some holy sword or whatever.." Vergo would clarify.

"Holy sword?" AL asked, still unclear.

"Your sister?" Domio asked as he turned his head to the side.

"...Vert." Gris would correctly assume.

"Lady Vert?" AL repeated with a more formal title.

"It's obvious. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the fact that he sounds mature and he looks like something out of some 90s shoujo anime as a heartthrob love interest for the main female character." The hitman deduced.

"Speaking from experience with that last one-" AL jabbed the assassin.

"Shut. The fuck. Up." Gris exhaled as he closed his eyes with a irritated flush.

"Heh. But Lady Vert with a brother. Seems like something out of fanfiction." AL had no idea how self aware that comment was.

"I've heard that alot." Vergo sighed. I'm I'm franchise where the cast was basically XX chromosomes except for robots and NPCs, his existence was either a NEET's self insert fantasy, taboo, or straight up laughed at.

"Sorry man, but that's just what it sounds like." AL tried not to unconsciously sound like a non believer.

"I understand. Not even Vert wanted me. Something about not being the little sister she always dreamed about. Hit right in the feels." He whispered that last part as the scene would change.

"Uhm... Hello?" A younger, more prepubescent Vergo that looked physically 12, who would be dressed in something that would be in the 1600s, with his ruff that rested on his neck being frilly and white, while wearing a lux jerkin that would show some green sleeves with his lime green undershirt with white cuffs for his small frame. He also wore some khaki leggings with some tailored breeches and some very stylish wellingtons. He donned wearing a cloak that would be forest green on his shoulders though, giving him an air of mystery at the same moment as he uneasily greet his apparent older sister as she would be as surprised as he was the way he had just materialized with a spike in Share Energy within the Leanbox Sharicite.

"Who might you be?" A woman who looked awfully similar to him would ask. She had the appearance of a woman in her mid 20s, 24 to be precise, as she atood around 5'04" as she possessed golden blonde hair that matched his, but hers would be wavy, rather than curly, which was the boy that had just came into existence. She had a fringe that was kept above her eyes with three sets of bangs. Her consisted of a green and peach colored dress with the top being a dark green that had gold lining on it, and being sleeveless, as well as revealing a considerable portion of her cleavage of her F cups, covered through a veil of sorts. She also wore a ribbon on her neck, which was red in color, and had detached upper-arm portions of her dress's sleeves and has frilled gloves on her hands.

"I'm Vergo, m'lady. I'm... The CPU Candidate of Leanbox. " Vergo told the woman as her eyes would widen. This was some of the only knowledge that had been brought into existence with the young lad.

"The CPU Candidate?! Goodness, I..." Vert was loss for words. She would have expected a cute little sister that she had be hoping and dreaming about ever since Blanc, Neptune and Noire had gotten theirs, and yet she got a boy instead.

Her hopes and dreams of the perfect loli sister had been rebranded by the shots before her.

The idea would make her a little bit sad, as she did not get her ideal sibling shoeed show on her face.

"...Huh? Why are you... Sad?" Vergo asked his new sister, as her face fell slightly, to her surprise.

"Oh, apologies. I was just not expecting you to arrive in such a spontaneous manner." The elder blonde responded, as the boy lit up in surprise.

Vert then fixed her features once the boy caught on, and changed her expression to a more pleasant visage as she would pat the boy's head.

PAT!

"Well... You might not be my ideal little sister, but you are my sibling, and I'll try to treat you just as well." The goddess told the younger god as he still thought about how her face had fallen when she had heard how they were related.

"Thank you, big sis." Vergo responded as a foreign sensation rain through Vert's heart.

She wanted to describe it as a heart warming feeling, but her failed expectations warped it into this uncomfortable feeling of an euphemism, akin to a mother telling her son that he looks handsome, even if he's average at best.

Not to mention how this would look to the people of Leanbox! She was already praised for her voluptuous and womanly figure, and now that her apparent... Sibling had burst into existence from the Sharicite, she had no idea how to tell them.

She might just never will tell them. To preserve Leanbox's predisposed mindset if it's goddess.

"So what is this place, Vert?" Vergo asked the older woman.

"Oh, this place is called the Sharicite Room. This is not only your birthplace, but also harbors the source of our power. The Sharicite." The Leanbox CPU finished as she motioned her hand behind him, which he saw the big glowing crystal, with a glowing green power signal within the crystallized share energy.

"Really? That's mad." The boy looked in marvel at the object.

"Now, what would you like to do, Vergo?" Vert asked her younger brother. She always expected a little sister around Ram and Rom's age, if not younger and had played many gleamed in that regard, but had absolutely no idea how to manage with a preteen boy as her brother.

Except for those BL-

"I'd like to go outside." The male CPU Candidate responded.

"G-Go outside?" The goddess repeated.

"Yes, sis. Is there something the matter?" The polite boy asked with moderate concern.

"No, no, of course not. It's just that-"

The sounds of footsteps from outside the Sharicite Room could be heard, as a voice rang out.

"Vert, darling? Are you finally read to spend some time with me?" The feminine voice sounded out as it approached the room.

'Oh dear.' The goddess thought as the doors were opened.

"There you are, my lovely Vert- Who is that." The woman's demeanor drastically changed upon seeing the boy next to her that looked remarkably similar to her goddess.

"This is... Er, my-" Vert would be cut off from explaining something even she had trouble accepting by the person themselves.

"I'm Vergo, lass. Vert's brother and the CPU Candidate of Leanbox." The blonde boy told the greenette.

"Excuse me?!" The woman exclaimed, detail ever so evident in her tone as her face became shocked and slightly horrified. "What is the meaning of this!" The woman demanded.

"Stay right there, Vergo. I'll calm her down, so do not worry yourself." The mature woman patted the head of the younger sibling as Vergo had a very cautions gaze towards the increasingly upset lady opposite to him.

Vert walked to the woman, and proceeded to grab her by the hand, making her snap put of her stae of denial as she closed the door behind her.

SLAM...!

After that, silence ensued.

...

But Vergo felt a pang of curiosity within his being, so he went over and pressed his ear on the door.

What he head next would be interesting at the very least.

"Let's see here..." He whispered as he partook in some eavesdropping.

"You can't be serious, Lady Vert!" The same lime haired woman complained. "I'm your little sister! Not this imposter posing as your... Your... Your b-br... The CPU Candidate!" She tried to make Vert see her way as she justified his illegitimacy.

The woman had long light green hair with a black and green ribbon tying a portion of it into a ponytail in the back. She possessed red eyes and dressed in a stylish black mini dress with black bows on both sides and long frills draping off both sides with a bright green coloring under them. Her socks were booth black and thigh highs and was accompanied by matching black heels with purple bows in the center. The woman in question would look to be in about her late 20s as well, especially with her E cups still not sagging after being alive for well over 40 years.

"As much as you want to deny it Chika, the Sharicite brought him to me exactly as is. The experience itself doubles as verification and irrefutable evidence." Vert told her Oracle in a dignified tone, as much as she too wished it were not true.

"I refuse to believe this! Does he even have a proper connection with the Sharicite?! Can he even use share energy? Are you sure you didn't just blink and he walked in and pretended to be thr CPU Candidate-"

"Enough of this, Chika! He is my brother and as much as it irks me, you will treat him as such! Even if I myself am not fully pleased with the outcome of his appearance, he is family and I will treat him like the family I have desired for so long. And I expect you to fo the same, lest you continue your behavior and face the consequences." Vert put her foot down as she stared down a Chika in denial. Hell, even she was still in that boat with her.

"I... But... He's... Not even a girl..." Chika weakly raised a finger as she brought up the slightly sextet observation.

"The reason for that still remains unclear, but even so..." The goddess pause as she looked back to the boy within the room.

"Even so, we will acknowledge him for now. He's done nothing of suspicion yet, and to look at him any differently out of hyperbolic paranoia would be nothing short of injustice." Vert defended her new sibling, trying to look on the bright side.

"... Fine. If you say so, my darling Vert." Chika gimave in as she would soften her expression slightly.*

"I'm glad you can adhere to reason, Chika. Now let me learn more about him and his personality. Excuse me, if you may." Vert asked of her Oracle as she grunted once going back into the room.

OPEN!

CLOSE!

"UGH!..." Chika groaned loudly once Vert was no longer in earshot, but Vergo had moved just in time as his big sister had returned.

"So she harbored disappointment ever since you were born? Harsh." AL cringed as the was now be walking to Leanbox.

"Not directly, but I could see it in her eyes." Vergo would specify. "The little sister thing must've bugged her to the bitter end." He solemnly deduced as Domio spoke.

"So she wanted a sister, and she got you. Why is that bad? You seem cool enough Mr. Vergo. " Domio complimented as Vergo would look to the boy.

"Thanks, bruv." He ruffled the kid's hair before looking back forward as he gripped the compact version of his staff. "But back then, I was still what you would call 'in the beta stages'. "

"And this Chika must've been jealous if she hated you with a passion from the discovery of your birth." Gris would assume the Oracle's character.

"From the surface level, you'd be right, but I've learnt with time that she's more dramatic and just hates the fact that Vert's attention was diverted from her, which by proxy made her hate me being the reason why it was taken away in the first place." Vergo clarifed.

"So, how did you grow up when even your being was put into question?" AL would ask as he would scratch his head, now standing up and walking with the group with Nebula on his shoulders as Domio was struggling after a while.

"Oh boy. Well for one I couldn't go outside. Too much resemblance to Vert and speculation could arise. Chika would literally try to slander me every other day of the week due to her envious nature of my existence, my only friends consisted of the Basilicom staff members, and my online friends on the Lowee Switch, Lastation 6, a Neptune Console and the Leanbox One Series X console. Atleast I 100%'d all those games."

"Leanbox One Series X?" Gris would ask. "Is that a future console?"

"Yep." Vergo responded.

"Nice." AL congratulated. "And you one hundred percented every single game on it? "

"From FPSs, racing games and RTSs to Dating Sims, Just Boogie and JRPGs... I had alot of free time since I was basically bound to the Basilicom. But alas, trouble in the sheltered paradise would arise.

"How so?" Gris became hooked.

"Well it started when Vert tried to put a princess dress on me right before Chika tried to accuse me of rape." Vergo sighed.

"Wait, what the fuck-" AL was cut off by the transition change.

"NO! Get that abomination away from me, Vert!" Vergo, now in his mid teens according to his physical age, 15 to be exact, would be backing away from a cherry Vert with a dress that would be pink, frilly and effeminate to the very last atom. His clothes would have remained yet grew with him, for reasons probably pertaining to his latent share energy.

They were in the CPU Candidate's room as the memory would be recalled.

His aging was a phenomen unknown to even Histoire, since his growth was rapid whereas CPU Candidates didn't grow until they assumed the position of CPU themselves.

He himself chalked it up to the Leanbox Effect.

His lineage's viewpoint of "bigger is better" according to what he read on the files of the Basilicom laptops may have genetically screwed him over with overactive hormones or blessed him with unrivaled sex appeal.

Great Grandma Teena was all about risk and reward, from what he could assume.

"You cannot knock something until you try it, Vergo! Just think of all the bonding we can do if you just put on the dress!" Vert tried to coax her brother into following through with her wishes.

"I love you, sis. I really do. But think about the humanity. You tried to put me in some weird BL fetish cosplay last month. I still have some nightmares about that." The boy shuddered in discomfort.

"It wasn't that bad." The elder sister waved off.

THEN THINK ABOUT THE SNOWFLAKES ON CHIRPER HARRASSING US!" Vergo tried to appeal to Vert's PR as he backed away, narrowly avoid tripping over his controller in the room that they were in.

"Oh please, they don't even know you exist. So I'll have this experience all to myself." The goddess giggled to her younger sibling as she motioned the dress towards him.

"That... That hurt quite a bit, but that's besides the point. I want to maintain my manly pride, dear sister, so please, I BEG OF YOU-, rethink your course of action!" The god begged as he was cornered.

BUMP!

"Can't you just do your big sister one small favor? I'll promise to make it up to you... A new game, some Moutain Dew and Doritos, anything within reason. I'll even smoother you with my breasts!" Vert bargained with her sibling.

"...All of those things sound very appealing, Vert. But... On my manly pride, I vehemently REFUSE!" Vergo delivered his final verdict as he dashed over the side of his sister, moving as a blur as he passed her.

ZOOM!

"What?! No! But my dress collection! I have an entire wardrobe!" Vert called out to him.

"BUT I REFUSE!" Vergo denied as he pressed up against the air itself, acting like a cushioning force before launching him towards his door.

CUSHION!

ZOOM!

He saw the door. His path to freedom, away from the insane blabbering of his sister about her crossdressing fantasies for him. He didn't mind anyone else doing it, just not him specifically. Just wasn't his cup of tea.

It's chewsday, innit?-

Vert turned around as she saw him going for the door as he neared it at incredible speeds.

She gained a look of disappointment as she would have to chase her brother around the Basilicom, time which could have been used to play her favorite game being 4GO4, short for 4 Goddesses Online 4, but she sucked it up for the possible sight of her slightly bishonen brother would not escape her clutches this time.

"Oh no you don't-!" Vert initiated the chase, but stopped as the door opened as Chika made her appearance known.

OPEN!

"My darling Vert? Are you done talking to your brother-'' The Oracle began to speak, but would be cut short as the CPU Candidate was caught off guard and would crash into the blindsided Oracle, sending both of them in a pile as they tumbled across the Basilicom corridor. Vert would have looked away from the unsightly collision as they tumbled for a bit.

"Oh dear-" Both siblings recited before the unfortunate event would occur.

COLLIDE!

"Ack!" Chika cried out.

TUMBLE!

"Oof!" Vergo grunted in discomfort.

ROLL!

"Ouch!" Chika shouted out in pain.

TUMBLE!

"Shite!" Vergo cursed under his breath somewhat loudly.

The two tumbled for a bit more before they stopped, but the worst was yet to come.

When they finally stopped rolling about, they end up on top of each with with the cliché trope of their lips somehow being interlocked as they would be the equivalent of human Twister as Vergo flew at her the speed of about a car going 100km/h.

CRASH!-

SMOOCH~!

"Oh my!" Vert exclaimed as she wouldn't have expected such a scandalous turn of events to occur.

"Mmm!" Chika's face would be crimson as she had just experienced her second kiss and would made a noise of recognition. Vergo was also blushing a whole lot from the new experience. Her lips would have been soft and delicate, which would have been a very pleasant feeling initially, until he had realized who he had just kissed, souring the 'supposedly' special moment.

And it was his first kiss too, mind you. He could feel her tongue trying to push away from him, but would only make the kiss seem more sensual as it would only make him push back with his own tongue to maintain what space he might have left to himself in his mouth, turning the simple lip contact into a tongue wrestling match. The fact that her breasts were pressed up against his chest and that she smelled nice didn't help him in keeping his libido down as he would try to break the unwanted lip contact.

"Fwah!" He seperated there lips by moving his head back as the saliva trailed from their mouths as they looked at each other incredibly awkwardly. He would have kissed the one woman who had probably envied him more than the green eyed monster itself. And who had constantly tried to make him look bad in the vain attempt to make his sister no longer love him, despite being told that it would lead to serious ramifications by Vert over and over again.

He guessed that this was the karmic consequence for being so mean to him, but he would then also realize that this situation did not bode well for him either.

"Y-Y-You...! You've defiled me...!" Chika accused in a wobbly voice.

"Excuse me?!" Vergo would have to hear an audibly double take to process the word she had just used to describe the ordeal.

"You vile beast!" She called him as she would tried undo the human knot they had miraculously managed to get into.

"How is this my fault?! You barged in on us- Although I do thank for opening an exit path- But if you just knocked then we wouldn't be in such a tangled trouble!" Vergo defended himself.

"You kissed me!" She brought up. The nearby Leanbox guards widened their eyes as they gasped in shock.

"You pushed your tongue into my mouth!" He rebutted. Said nearby guards dropped their jaws at that tibit of information.

"I'm going to kill you for defiling me in front of my darling Vert, you annoying brat!" The Oracle snapped as she forcibly pushed him off of herself as she then manifested her weapon, being a spear which was brandished to be a powerful weapon.

PUSH!

"Argh!" Vergo grunted as he landed on his back.

SUMMON!

Chika brought forth her spear as she pointed it at the boy as she got up.

POINT!

"Any last words before I gut you like a fish!?" The Oracle shouted with a face that was red with anger and embarassment. Her eyes contained feminine fury and fire as she stared down the wary boy.

"I want a lawyer!" Vergo yelled out before he rolled out of the way of a stab that would pierce through the Basilicom floor.

ROLL!

STAB!

"OH BLOODY HELL!" The CPU Candidate yelled as he hauled ass.

"Get back here!" The Oracle gave fervent chase.

"Chika, please stop this at once!" The CPU followed after the pair to intervene in the madness.

Vergo continued to book it, the enraged sis con after him with Vert having to chase her as the boy eventually escaped the Basilicom with his life for the folly that he had unwillingly committed...

"I don't think she actually accused you of rape." Domio recalled the entire story.

"It wasn't until I read it on several articles and social media sites a few years later that everyone thought that "some intruder' forced themselves on her as a random terrorist. I knew she was over dramatic, but that was uncalled for, mates. " Vergo explained.

"Tough luck." AL would tell the time traveller.

"But what was that technique you did with bouncing off the air? " Gris asked.

"That? A little something that I was apparently born with. I have a unnaturally high aptitude for wind based properties to the point that I can manipulate them to my will such as changing the density of air around me and yelling so loud that I can create twisters and bursts of gales." The time traveling blonde iterated as he made his hand a finger gun and would shoot a pressurized ball of air at the nearest tree.

BOOM!

The tree, as well as the tree behind it, and the one behind that one too, would all have a hole the size of a ping pong ball as Vergo blew on his finger.

"So Aerokinesis.'' The assassin would simplify.

"Damn straight." The Leanboxian responded.

"I have a feeling that my future self would have used your wind attacks for some killer combo moves." AL would say aloud as he thought.

"Killer is an understatement. Wanton destruction is a much more fitting descriptor." Vergo would correct.

"Wicked." AL would nod. He'd still be kid of bummed that he was dead, though.

"Where did you go when you escaped the Basilicom?" Gris would ask. "I can't believe someone without fighting experience would be able to wander far..." He would assume.

"I didn't have to. I bumped into Domio. And he got me out of dodge with the kindness in his heart and the fact that he was also a CPU. Put me in Planeptune and after I met Nebula, I became his student, learning hand to hand combat and some martial art styles, weapon mastery from Gris with the specialization in the bo staff, and wind magic from Domio himself as well as some training from AL in... 'How to get the ladies' or something like that..." Vergo would ponder the last training before another flashback ensued.

"Sei!"

SWING!

"Hah!"

STAB!

"Hnn!"

WHOOSH!

"Wooh!"

TWIRL!

GUST!

Vergo was currently on an island, northeast of the mainland, near Lastation as he was training in some ruins. The infrastructure would be worn and depreciated as moss grew on the crumbling stone walls, a reminder of a pass civilization attempting to sustain themselves without a CPU.

He was currently in his training gear as he was shirtless, his figure reminiscent of a healthy and muscular 18 year old (Even if he was actually 6 at the time) as he had on some weighted wooden prayer beads around his torso, enhanced by the gravity of Nebula as he too sat on a ruin wall. His waist consisted of a black sash within his pants that went to the sides of his waist, and went over a brown obi that knot was tied by two black pieces, hanging from the center of his waist holding up his agate green baggy pants. His feet and arms up to his palms were wrapped up in white arm leg wraps, as his feet were fitted with black tabi shoes with some black wrapping around his feet for extra stability.

His hair had slight grew from then, reaching his nape with all his curls as his blue eyes harbored a semblance of resolve.His body was filled with scratches and bruises as he was currently sparring with a clone of the CPU Candidate, conjured by the memelord himself.

He had a wooden bo staff in hand, as he was being supervised by Nebula, Domio, and Gris.The clone of Vergo was mirrored from the real variation, as his color pallette was darker as he too had a bo staff.It rushed the CPU Candidate as Vergo held up his staff to block the strike.

LUNGE!

BLOCK!

The clone continued its offensive as it rapidly thrusted its bo staff in an attempt to catch the original off guard as he aimed for a multitude of potential weak spots.

JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB!!!

The CPU Candidate could barely keep up with his other's jabs as he moved his staff accordingly to redirect, block right on his weapon, or otherwise weave out of the path of attack as he felt the pressure of the strikes as he held his defensive.

REDIRECT!

WEAVE!

BLOCK!

DODGE!

MISS!

DUCK!

Until the blonde god crouched just as the doppelganger delivered the final thrust that he put his entire body into, similar to the first one as he left himself open from the missed blow.

THRUST!!!!

MISS...!

Vergo then took the opportunity to raise himself up and follow with shifting his hands up the staff raising it up as he stood, snapping the end of his weapon with the chin of his doppelganger, before flipping back with the momentum of the maneuver and landing on his feet.

RISE!STRIKE!

"...!" The doppelganger reacted with a pained grunt as it soon recovered with some handstand backflips.

LAND!

FLIP!FLIP!FLIP!

Vergo wasted no time in letting him return to the offensive as the CPU Candidate shot from his previous position, the ground being kicked into the air from his enhanced strength as a CPU, even in human form.

DASH!

WOOSH!

The doppelganger reeled back his pole, attempting to hit a home run in the skull of the CPU Candidate as he approached.

WIND UP!

And as he swung once Vergo was in Smash Bat distance, the blonde ducked the attack as he slid under his clone's legs before twisting around and kicking off thr ground again, this time using the staff as leverage to-

SWING!-

SLIDE!

TWIST!

KICK OFF!-

BALANCE!

KICK!!!

Piston kick the clone in the back.But the fight was not as clear cut as the clone used the staff by positioning it behind him to absorb the impact if the kick as dust was blown back.

BLOCK!

WINDWAVE!

"His technique is improving." Nebula nodded as he observed the movements of his student.

"And I sense that his stamina pool is rising as well." An older Domio spoke, devoid of his stuttering habit with a surprisingly low voice to boot.

"But he still lacks that killer instinct. He's been fighting with his clone for the past 30 minutes, and they've been equally matched." Gris explained as Vergo swung his bot staff in a full 360 as his clone propped himself weapon to block the strike as wood could be heard clacking.

WHIRLWIND SPIN!

COUNTER BLOCK!

CLACK!

WOOSH!

"Why would he need to develop a killer instinct?" Nebula asked his fellow CPU."Why wouldn't he? You know the dangers we've faced with all of the enemies that have threatened the livelihood of Gamindustri, such as the ASIC, Rei Ryghts, Kurome, the VPUs, the Overlords and Demon Lords of the Netherworld, the enemies of Skyworld, the freaking boss man of Hell itself, many, many more. The only reason we're still standing is because we've all found the necessary resolve to put down our enemies. If Vergo cannot learn to harbor this necessity, then he will be surely defeated." The assassin finished as Vergo was knocked onto his back by his doppelganger .

THWACK!

"Shite!" The CPU Candidate cursed as he was laid out.

THUD!

SKID...!

He skidded on the ruin floors as his clone was quickly approaching him with lethal intent. The doppelganger struck the end of his staff into the ground as it launched him into the air as he did a double backflip before rapidly twirling his bo staff, getting ready to bury the CPU Candidate into the ground with a powerful attack.

LEAP!

DOUBLE BACKFLIP!

TWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRL!!!

Vergo was overtaken with a sense of defeat, believing the battle ti be lost before he had even done anything, until he head a voice from Domio.

"Use a spell, boy!" The Loweean god told the CPU Candidate.

"Right! Aero!" The blonde stuck out his hand as he fired off a low level wind spell, but because of his CPU lineage, was enhanced to the point that he sent the doppelganger right into a wall, causing it to collapse as the clone faded from existence slowly due to the damage sustained.

WIND SPELL!

BLAST!

CRASH!

FADE...!

"Phew... That was bloody close. I wouldn't like to imagine the injury I'd have if that hit me." The CPU Candidate shook his head as he arose.

"That was pathetic." The assassin walked towards the Leanboxian CPU as he had an unimpressed visage.

"Was it? I'd like to believe I did better than before." The blonde looked on the bright side of things.

"You were struck numerous times, and were ultimately brought down first. And if not for Domio's outburst, you would have surely been downed. As I said. Pathetic. And you still wonder how you cannot transform as yet." Gris continued."

That is some proper tosh. I'm sorry I can't blow up the multiverse, Gris. But I'm trying over here. And I'm getting there! I just need athe right push!" Vergo snapped back at the assassin."

Well push harder. Peacetime is just preparation for the next war." The hitman coldly replied before Nebula spoke up next.

"What Gris is trying to say, is that you're improving, but marginally. You're starting to slow down, Verg. What's the matter?" The blue god asked his student a question.

"It's just that..."

"Is it about Vert?" Domio hit the nail on the head.

"Yeah. She hasn't even tried looking for me after I left Leanbox with Domio. It just plain hurts a bit." The CPU Candidate revealed."

But didn't you tell us she didn't want you?" The Loweean CPU asked.

"I just said that she looked as if she didn't want me around. No less the emphasis of that opinion with Chika. I just didn't expect her to outright stop looking for me." The CPU Candidate moped.

"Well, she knows you're alive." Nebula looked on the bright side.

"As if she'd act any different if I died."

The CPU Candidate spat.

"..."

"It just make some feel as if my entire existence as a whole is a disappointment to her. Like a failed prospect, or a dysfunctional creation. And I've been thinking about it for a while and... What if I just never think about her again? Do the same as she's doing to me? It would sure as hell hurt a lot less." Vergo pondered the concept as Domio went to object."

Now Vergo, you can't just simply forget Vert ever existed-"

"But isn't that what the wazzock did to me?! She literally stopped looking! She didn't even announce that I was missing to see if I was in bloody Leanbox! So what's the harm, Domio?!" Vergo snapped at his magic mentor."Then what about Chika." The assassin asked."Worse yet! That fruitcake's the reason I left, because she wanted a fucking reason to gut me like a fish! I've seen her starkers cuddling next to a dakimakura of Vert that smelt like she queefed and swuirted all over it. Talk about a sister complex! It's going into incest territory and she's not even related to the damn lady!" Vergo would be going on a full rant at this point.

"Name one good memory you had in Leanbox." Nebula looked to see if there was anything good about it.

"Leaving." The CPU Candidate anwsered.

"Be serious." The magic CPU reprimanded the raving blonde.

"I am serious. Do you think I would want to live out the rest of my days in a place where all I could do is sit on my arse and play video games? Sure, it sounds nice the first few months, but then you want to go outside, and you bloody can't because your self conscious older sister dosen't want all of Leanbox to implode from seeing a CPU that a twig and berries, and be seen as something other than 'Terrific Tittied Goddess', as she puts you in home erotic cosplay and dresses as a form of 'sibling bonding'." The blonde seethed, anger present within his tone.

"Your only friends are people who work there, consoles and accounts of people I can never meet in my entire life! And to make it worse, I have that green haired yahoo denying the legitimacy of my existence ever since that bloody crystal spat me out for Celestia knows what reason. Even Histoire hasn't had a fucking clue why I exist or the reason for it, and that only made me want to wring her fuxking head off for the millionth time, every bloody time. She couldn't just fuxking shut uo for five minutes and it drove me up the WALL! Paired with the fact that Vert was actually rather pensive in stopping her only made me resent them more!" Vergo went on a heated ramble as the trio stayed quiet.

"So I freaking apologize if I can't be bothered to reel in a foggy subconscious memory to anwser the question of naming an instance where I didn't wish I was either human, another nation's CPU Candidate or non existential in someone's sitting fanfic." The CPU Candidate growled as he finished.

His eyes were slowly welling up with restrained tears of fury as he held the feeling for so long, he just wanted an outlet.

"If Vert were here right now, and she wanted to reveal you to the world and claim you as her true brother, what would you tell her." Gris questioned the emotionally unstable blonde.

"Simple." Vergo looked the assassin dead in the eyes."

And that is...?" Nebula cautiously asked."

"I'D TELL THAT BLOODY BIMBO TO FUCK OFF!" He screeched.

!!!

...

"Guess he developed that killer instinct." Gris informed."

This is not the time, Gris." Domio deadpanned as Nebula patted the shoulder of the frustrated bloke as he silently cried.

"Come my student. Tell Giga Nebba all your problems." The shorter master rubbed the back of the blonde as he just stared at the floor, angry and fully upset.

"You were that angry at her?" Domio asked, concerned.

"Livid. But all I feel now is... Emptiness." Vergo put his hands in his pockets.

"Why?" AL asked.

"My resentment for her was what made me miss out on trying to mend that relationship. And it was only added on even more that I never saw her again from that day. I didn't even get to see her corpse. And frankly, I wish I did. It would have given me some closure and perspective.

"On what?" Gris raised a brow.

"That I outlived the selfish slag." The blonde tried to go for an edgy joke, but it sounded more pathetic than anything.

"Harsh." Nebula scratched the back of his head.

"I know. And I used to be able to laugh about it too. Guess it's just in bad taste to disrespect your dead sister." Vergo sighed.

"You act like that isn't common knowledge." Gris snarked.

"You kill people for money." AL flatly told the assassin.

"You're a stoner." The assassin rebutted.

"I get high. You send people's souls on high. We're as different as chalk and cheese." The stoner differentiated.

"Fair." The hitman conceded.

"Anyway-" Vergo was abruptly cut off.

"Hold on. Before we move on, Domio was a CPU in the future?" AL asked incredulously.

"I mean you're a demon hybrid-" Once again, cut off.

"I'M A WHAT!" The pyro warrior exclaimed as his voice rang out. He probably wasn't supposed to blurt that out.

Damnit.

"Shite. Uh... It's not as bad as you think. But refrain from thinking about it too much. If you know, they'll know." Vergo would explain.

"Who are they? " AL would ask.

"You don't want to know." The time traveller responded. And AL kept himself in ignorance for good measure.

"So I'm a god in the future?" Domio asked.

"He never told me how he did it, but yes, you are a CPU God in the far future." Vergo would confirm.

"Am I still a kid, though?" Domio asked as he tilted his head in thought.

"Nope. You are an independent biological 17 year old." The blonde notified.

"17!? That's so cool! Do I have a beard and stuff?!" He asked excitedly.

"Well, you shaved, so all you really had was some stubble. Your voice was much deeper than it is now. And you grew. Got some big muscles, and had a really cool EXE Drive. I think you even had a few extra transformations." Vergo would hint.

"Transformations?" Gris repeated.

"Yep. And I, cannot do that right now. I have to get to the Leanbox Sharicite and link with it." The blonde brought up as he would put a hand in his ripped pants pocket. "My connection to this version of the Sharicite is there, but it's foggy and weak. I'll need to make contact to strengthen it." The time traveller explained.

"But you still haven't told us why you're here." AL would bring the conversation back.

"Oh. Well, that's also the reason why you're all probably dead." Vergo guessed their current state , which made Gris raise a brow.

"I'd like to know the bastard who was able to put me down." Gris said as he folded his arms as he walked.

"Me too. I'm literally dying, to know." AL punned as he gave a cheesy look to Vergo who snorted humorously as Gris groaned.

"But can you please tell us how we, uh... Well..." Domio had difficulty saying it.

"Say no more, Domio. I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was yesterday for me. I haven't really gotten any sleep in the past 48 hours from all that nonstop fighting..." And yet another flashback was the focus of attention.

The nations of Gamindustri went about their normal schedules.

Vergo now had the appearance of a man in his early 20s (Actually being 10, his current non flashback age) , his hair becoming shoulder length as it curled about. He wore the clothes that he would be telling the flashback in, except that they were in perfect condition and that he had on an open emerald green tracksuit shirt with two whit lines on each sleeve. He grew muscular through all the training he went through, and now living in Planeptune for so long might have changed his fashion choices to more modern archetypes.

He also went to some counseling for uh, what happened 3 years ago, and was atlwast to the point where he didn't outright refute his sister's existence.

Still didn't mean he liked her.

Speaking of which, the cities themselves evolved over time as well, as Planeptune had managed to look even more futuristic over the course of when he was born to then and there, as some hoverboarders could be seen floating about as there were many futuristic vehichles and even some planes that flew in the sky, a true mark of progressivism in the land of Purple Progress.

He was currently be taking a stroll with none other than the memelord mentor himself, who was settled and mature person as well as a older brother figure to him, ironically.

"You finished training for the day?" The voice of Nebula asked. He retained his looks from 20 years ago, with the exception that his hair had started to grow out, also reaching shoulder length somehow. He also started to wear his signature scarf on his arm, by tying on his bicep, and would be wearing a cobalt vest that had an orange dolphin on the front that had many rumble kanji (ドドドド) around it.

He also wore some grey jeans with some blue sneakers that had the X mark of the brand Xike. He had on some orange tinted sunglasses as he would look towards Vergo. His voice deepened as well, to a nice Goldilocks zone between charming and intimidating. He had some white sports tape around his wrists as he would be an avid trainer to pass the time.

"Yeah. It's getting kind of redundant, though. I've been training for 7 years." Vergo stated as he stretched out. "And if I'm being honest, I'm getting complacent." Vergo continued.

"That's the thing with peaceful times. It's a void for warrior gods like us, and fighters in general. I know you want to fight someone strong, and sometimes deep down I do too, but your sister, her friends my friends and I worked for years for the kind of prosperity and peace that Gamindustri has now. Tell you what, after I see the wife and kids, we can go a few matches in Virtua Forest." The god told his student.

"Oh yes, I forget you have a proper spouse and you managed to have 2 children." Vergo snorted as he recalled visiting them many time, to the point that the little ones called him 'Uncle Vergo'.

"You say it like I couldn't settle down." Nebula responded.

"It just seemed unlikely that you would. No offense." Vergo quickly added.

"Don't worry about it. They love your company, and I couldn't agree with them more. After all, who else could manage to fart so violently that they caused a tornado that not only created tons of collateral damage, but also doubled as a biohazard." He would laugh as Vergo looked away and scratched the back of his head with some embarassment.

"Please don't remind me about that. The doctor said that my farts might permanently have the latent ability to poison anyone who smells them." Vego blushed in embarassment as he looked away.

"Heh. My toots have the radioactivity of the average plutonium bar! You can't say who smelt it dealt it if no one survives! But in honesty we have to check that out." His face fell to a serious tone as he looked at him once more.

"Understood. I'll go by a medical specialist tomorrow to book an appointment. Care to join me for some pizza?" Vergo asked his master.

"Do I?! My love for food is only overshadowed by Nep's love for pudding, Vert's love for MMOs and Blanc's love for writing crappy fanfiction!" He would say as he would look for a nearby pizza store. "And Noire's love for cosplay." The god whispered.

"Sounds like a plan. You know what topping you want?" The CPU Candidate asked.

"Pepperoni and pineapple. A controversial classic."

"Alrighty then." Vergo nodded as walked to the pizzeria. But when they would arrive at the restaurant, something sinister was being cooked up.

And he wished it was the pizza.

Vergo could tell that something was wrong by the expression on his master's face. His eyes werw constricted as he began to sweat bullets. His skin lost colour as he looked up to the sky.

"Huh? What's the matter-" Vergo then feel the ground start to shake as he would struggle to stay upright. Nebula wqs unmoved as he took a big gulp as the sky would slowly begin to darken.

GULP...!

RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!!!

DARKEN!

Storm clouds appeared as the ground writhed with tremors. The people around them screamed with fright and terror as the area became very dangerous to be in, as well as the ominous darkening of the sky being another factor.*

But then...

A red portal would appear.

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Gargantuan in size, it, alongside ones of the same intensity in three other areas of Gamindustri of what the reports the day after had said, would appear. But Vergo had yet to realize what was making Nebula shit bricks like a construction worker with diarrhea.

Then from above, a single figure emerged.

It was a man who would have spiky black hair, and venom yellow eyes.

He had on an open sleeveles maroon trench coat that went down to his ankles, showing his rippling abdomen filled with cuts and scars, with the sleeveless ends being ripped, and had a blood red band that held up his black ripped pants. His shoes were some sleek red boots that were streamlined at the sole which would be glowing red as they would be hovering for him using his fear energy. His rings were still on his wrists as he ditched the gloves as his hands would now be bandaged in black tape sans his fingers. His eyes were full of manicial anticipation and psychotic glee as he had on an unnerving smile on his face. His right eye would sport a scar as his pupils would be constricting with borderline insanity.

"Y-You... I thought you fucking croaked!" Nebula at this point would be shaking with rage and disbelief as his fists would be clenched.

"Nebula...!?" Vergo was caught off guard by the harsh curse that came from his blue mentor's mouth.

"SEE YOU IN HELL, FUCKFACES! I HOPE THE DEMONS IN LUCIFER'S TOILET GIVES YOU A LAVA JACUZZI AND SODOMIZES YOUR CHILDREN RIGHT BEFORE YOUR DAMN EYES! Foul Vibration!" The god yelled down to the citizens of Planeptune before he flipped off the populace as a seismic wave of fear energy would resound before an unfathomable explosion would commence, that would reach all three main cities of Planeptune in the span of a single second.

SEISMIC WAVE!

RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!!!

ENORMOUS EXPLOSION!!!!!!!

Vergo would be knocked unconscious from the attack, and would have only survived due to Nebula encasing him in a bubble of KI right before the explosion took place.

...

"Urgh..." The CPU Candidate groaned as he regaines consciousness. He was under some rubble as he saw the orange orb of KI he was encased in.

"What in Celestia's name was that?..." He groaned as he sustained some damage from the attack, as his jacket was now somewhat ripped and scratched with his pants, and his face having some scratches, but would otherwise be fine.

He then used the advanced KI control that Nebula had taught him to undo the shield and would dig up from the rubble he was buried under.

BURST!

DEACTIVATE!

DIG!

He pushed his hand to the surface before pulling himself up and out. And he was not prepared for what he laid witness upon.

"I'm out... And now I wonder why fate hates us." The CPU Candidate uttered as he gazed upon the black skies with red lightning crackling everywhere, the barely standing buildings of Planeptune, the unshakable feeling of fear around him that made him sweat like a dog in summer, and the smoldering corpses that laid about.

Vergo observed that the corpses would have traces of KI on them, so Nebula must have tried to shield them from the attack, but they took the immediate brunt. If so, then it was a mystery that how Vergo was even alive.

He chalked it up to his godly physiology and quickly move on to preserve his mental state. He then saw the initial portal that bled with killer robots and all sorts of interdimensiomal nasties, from freakish monsters that were not native to Gamindustri to floating entities of fear that glimmers pure darkness. The powers from the biological and astral entities he could sense were around his level, but too much would definitely overwhelm him.

"Well that's certainly pleasant." The bloke commented with the epitome of sarcasm.

He chose to move smartly, staying low as he moved, and slightly levitated off the ground to supress all sound made by his feet as he tried to find someone strong that he knew to help deal with the situation, like Neptune, or Nepgear, or AL. Even Nebula or-

"Halt."

Vergo stoppes as he snapped his head and body around shortly after as he heard the unfamiliar voice.

SWERVE!

It would belong to an enemy in a suit of futuristic black armor, with the accents being glowing red. It would stand at a towering 7 feet as it looked down upon the god. It's greatsword was in one hand as it's large shield in the other. The hum of power from its chest could be heart as it raised its sword and point it towards the blonde.

"Your free trial of living has expired. Prepare to die." The robot would state as its blade would become encased in a laser like energy as it glowed red. It manifested some holographic wings, as if it was trying to pose as an angel of death or something morbidly cryptic of that nature.

Talk about edgy. But then again, he's a robot so he gets a pass.

POWER UP!

"I said I wanted a fight, and now I've got one. Let's test your 'metal', ya bucket of bolts." Vergo quipped as he took out his metal pole before gripping it, making it extend to a bo staff.

EXTEND!

The robot wasted no time as it immediately dashed at the deity, and slsshed its sword arm back just as Vergo's pole would extend to combat capacity.

DASH!

SWING!

Vergo quickly got into a combat stance and used his bo staff to parry the blow of the death robot. Their clash caused the debris to be blown away as they were forcefully pushed away from each other.

CLASH!

WINDWAVE!

PUSH!

Vergo then faced the end of his staff to the robot and channel share energy into the weapon, which made it extend at ludicrous speeds that easily broke the sound barrier.

EXTEND!!!

But the robot possessed the programed reflexes to comprehend and deal with the speed of the weapon and shield bashed the staff as it was sent off course.

BASH!

CLANK!

Although Vergo then used the momentum of the extension and deflection to turn to the side as the back of the pole extenddd as the front retracted, hitting the robot square in the head as it was staggered from a counter swipe.

RETRACT!

EXTEND!

STRIKE!!!

The robot was sent staggering for a moment as Vergo took advantage of the slight. He quickly retract the elongated side of the pole as he turned back towards his front side and repeatedly repeatedly extended and retracted his weapon as he executed a flurry of strikes with his pole as jabbed and repositioned his aim.

JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB!!

The robot had some trouble parrying and deflecting these rounds of jabs, which Vergo then changes his attack pattern as he dashed towards the robot before retracting and expanding his bo staff to try and outright impale the robot.

DASH!

RETRACT!

EXTEND!

He was blocked however, as the robot used its sword at the exact millisecond to stave off the direction just to the point that the attack would completely miss.

GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!!!!!

The death robot used his shied next as it brought it up as the bottom end gained a dangerous glow of red as it sent the shield down. It sink in right into his left shoulder as the jacket would be steaminf from the heat of the laser shield.

GLOW!

RAISE!

STAB!

"Grk!" Vergo hissed as he sent the front end of his bo staff to the ground to elevate his position while his arm was still being stabbed and bicycle kicked the robot with a burst of green KI as the robot was sent away from the god as his shoulder would be freed.

STAB DOWN!

BURST!

KICK!

The CPU Candidate then backflipped somersaulted into a crouch before gripping his implanted weapon before barely dodging a energy slash that would have exploded an entire nearby damaged office building.

FLIPFLIPFLIPFLIPFLIPFLIP!

LAND!

GRAB!

SIDE DASH!

ENERGY SLASH!

KABOOM!!!

The bricks went everywhere as the two combatants continue their scuffle. Their weapons clashing could be heard for quite a while.

"Gallant Gale!" Vergo yelled out as he twisted his bo staff incredibly quickly as he let out the SP Skill, making the robot fly back as it was pushed from strong wind which began to chip at its metal all over.

Both fighters had light damage here and there through some lucky shots but would be evenly matched. That was, until the skills went into play.

GUST!!!

PUSH!

The blonde continued the assault as he would use his staff and extend the front end to push the robot right into a structurally unstable building, which made it collapse on the mechanical menace.

EXTEND!

CRASH!

COLLAPSE!

The killer robot did not stay down, as it with a quick swing of its sword, got rid of all the debris that collapsed upon it while simultaneously smacking away the bo staff.

SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE!!!

THWACK!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Vergo shook his head before yelling out another SP Skill.

"Whirlwind Zephyr!" The fighter yelled out as he began to rotate at incredible speeds as he elongated both sides of his bo staff as he continuously strucj the robot over and over again as he racked up tens, hundreds and even thousands of strikes as a gust of wind formed.

SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN

GUST!!!!

WHIRLWIND!

It rathed the robot as the fierce winds would tore apart the hull of the machine as it triedtry to use its shield to desperately defend against the spike of power. But just as its armor, it's shield would be ripped to shreds right before its ocular sensors.

CHIP! CHIP! CHIP!

BLOCK!

SHRED!!!

The robot then attempted to make a mad dash towards the CPU Candidate in a last attempt to make the kill, but as luck would have it for the robot, the SP Skill then increased as the gust became a powerful whirlwind as it would be quickly ripped to metallic scrap as it then dramatically exploded right next to Vergo, the fumes harmlessly being blown to the side right as he finished the attack.

SLASH!

STRONG WHIRLWIND!!!

RIP!!!!

EXPLOSION!

WOOSH!...

The debris that would have been lifted up during the attack dropped to the ground as Vergo would be lightly breathing in and out from the skill.

DROP!

CRASH!...

"That was one of the most lively 20 minutes of my life. It's even up there with that time Gris almost got be killed in the slums of Lastation." Vergo told himself as he would then fish out a Nep Bull from his pocket and would down the can.

DRINK!

He felt energized as some of his wounds healed, then threw it into a nearby trash can, which would then be soon destroyed by a stray energy blast.

BOOM!!!

"Maybe I should've littered instead..." Vergo reflected as he saw some trash die a horrible death before shaking his head and continuing his search for a familiar face.

As he hovered, he looked up and saw sparks and shockwaves rock the ground as he sensed his master's energy and the energy of that man who nuked Planeptune duke it out in the skies.

Both energies were ridiculously powerful as the CPU Candidate shuddered to think what combat like that was like at that level. He also sensed Purple Heart and Purple Sister fighting off the foreign invader as he would dodge different debris that were in his way by flying over, sliding under, diving through and on some occasions straight up blasting an energy blast through the blockade.

He then encountered the Planeptune Defense Force fighting with some more of the angel of death robots that he had taken down a few minutes ago.

The sound of plasma fire and warfare could be heard as Vergo would observe the situation. The PDF would be having a hard time as the robots would be shaking off their rifle shots like nobody's buisness and impaling them with their swords and bashing them into mutilated corpses with their shields.

Even in the future, the citizens and soldiers of Gamindustri are grossly outstripped by interdimensional enemies.

Some things never change.

They would be trying to retreat to more friendly territory, but were effectively cornered as the same would be happening from their blindside, making them sandwiched into the bakery of doom.

Vergo could not stand by as the weak and basically last of human faces were being slaughtered, as Domio taught him to help those who could not help themselves.

Especially when he himself was helped put by Nebula some time in the past.

Vergo immediately power up as a lime green aura burst forth from the god as he would then jump onto an adjacent wall to the action before lunging at a death robot and impaling it with his bo staff.

BURST!!!

JUMP!

ZOOM!

"Sei!"

EXTEND!!!

IMPALE!

The robot was instantly decommissioned as Vergo threw its corpse into the nearest robot which made it explode by another robot, which made it vulnerable enough to be taken out by a strong KI blast.

CHUCK!

BOOM!

BLAST!!!

EXPLOSION!

The other robots then began to pick up on a new target as their numbers were dropping as their new enemy ripped through them like wet toilet paper.

EXPLOSION!

The CPU Candidate ended up diverting all the attention from the PDF towards himself as he was now tasked with dispatching all 20 killer robots as the humans fled.

But it wasn't like he was a background character, so he could definitely handle himself.

EXPLOSION!...

Hell, half of the robots were down at this point and the rest spammed their energy waves at him to try overwhelming the nimble god.

ENERGY SLASH BARRAGE!!!

But they would be incorrect to assume that the bloke would just stand there and take it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

SHOCKWAVE!!!

Vergo used an SP Skill called Hellish Holler that would turn his voice into a tool of utter destruction, by producing SP from his lungs.

The robots were all blown away and up as some off the soldier corpses were also thrown, but the good thing out of this situation was that all the death robots had been taken care of from a single full power SP Skill.

Hopefully-

EXPLOSION!

"Kickass!" A cheery private shouted.

"He did it!" A soldier would yell.

"But who is he-" The highest ranking soldier asked before looking around. Their savior had vanished.

The green god continued hovering until he was interrupted once more. He would see a lone figure standing, with their arms folded as if they were waiting for him.

His body would freeze as he felt an intense amount of malicious energy roll off of the person that stood before him.

It was almost like it was the very essence of fear itself.

'Their energy isn't anyone that I recognize!' Vergo thought to himself as he lingered just long enough to see who the figure was as he quietly moved between some obscuring debris.

...

HOVER...

...

HOVER...

...

HOVER...

"Looks like I have some company." The voice tild him. "Too bad he looks like a important person. I might have to try a little bit with you." The person drawled as sighed.

...!

He noticed him!

The CPU Candidate froze as he hid himself behind an adjacent wall as he then shouted out for his identification.

HOVER!!!

HIDE...!

...

''W-Who are you-" The blonde would be cut off as he recieved a swift kick to the bridge of the nose, the building chunk being kicked right off with a loud crash.

KICK!

CRASH!

SHOCKWAVE!

"GRAH!" Vergo cried out in pain as he was pelted into some buildings.

CRASH!!!

"Then again. It is me that's the obstacle in question here." The person was revealed to be a person in a tuxedo, which was black with a red undershirt and had a matching black tie. Their dress shoes were perfectly shined as their tie blew in the wind. Their hair would be neatly combed, yet would have a section of red in the middle that made his identity clear to anyone who had fought him before.

He wore a black fedora with a red band on his head as he looked in the direction he kicked the god. Vergo never fought him, so he was exempt from knowing who the person dressed like a mafioso with asinine strength was.

The CPU Candidate pulled himself from the rubble as he raised up. Only to have a dress shoe stomp him back to the ground right in the chest cavity which made him eject some spit and blood.

STOMP!

BOOM!

"GAK!" The blonde guttered.

"I was right, after all. You're really just trash, just like the rest of those fools I offed in Leanbox." The opponent growled as he applied more pressure into his foot, making Vergo sink deeper into the ground as it would crack and indent.

CRACK!

DEPRESS!

"Hngk!" The Leanboxian CPU Candidate painfully grunted as the air was being pressed out of his lungs.

A/N:

Well, well, well. What do we have here.

We have the last member of our 5 man squad, that's who! And his name is Vergo!

Also alternatively known under the umbrella term, Green Brother. But his CPU form isn't something you'll see this chapter.

It's the next chapter-

But he's from da future! So he's different, and not a harem lord with the added fact that he has become disillusioned with his sister! And boy, oh boy. Get ready because the next couple of chapters is gonna be me showing this poor lad getting the shit kicked out of him like a guy who got jumped in a fight.

But aleast he didn't die, so he's got some resilience to be proud of. That, and the fact that the plot requires his survival to be entertaining.

Speaking of things to be proud of, all that foreshadowing in the training scene was something I'll hold myself too for future reference, as well as some other verses if they're memeable enough.

I've also eluded to a certain ending for the fic as well... ;)

And about Domio being a god and AL being a demon hybrid.

Time will tell.

Might as well tell you peeps what consoles the Male CPUs and personification of gaming the VPUs are at this point.

The Male CPUs:

Nebula - Sega Genesis (Le classic.)

Gris - PSOne (It outsold the PS2. Well damn.)

Vergo - Xbox Series X (How is he losing??? Oh wait this is a decade after it- Oh, OK.)

Domio - ??? (You'll learn at the end of the flashback segment.)

And for the VPUs:

Xero - Gamer Rage (It rivals even road rage. Eternal in every way.)

Vhestora - Sexualization (Not inherently bad, but she's a thot sooooooo... Yikes...)

Citadel - DRM (Say it with me kids, Lawful Evil- )

The BOSS - ??? (???)

Other than that, the future is pretty much a dystopia. Think Armageddon bad. Think post apocalyptic nuclear explosion bad. Gamindustri literally looks the economic equivalent of the Great Depression. Talk about being the worst timeline.

Oh wait-

Welp, atleast he's a CPU whose derived on the faith and belief of the people that are most likely dead, and is possibly faced with one of the worst matches he could be confronted with.

...

Well shit.

This really is turning to become the worst timeline. And we haven't even seen Neptune yet!

Now for some comments... Well, comment.

Guest - Well, yeah. He's a kid. His growth needs some time. Give it a minute.

Well, if you're reading this, then yes.

I dunno, is it? Yeah, it is.

Read and Review, I have a flashback arc to write, that won't end up killing the POV's main character (At that time.)