Hiya, Konductor here and I hope everything going well. It's a new year and I'm posting this is March of all months, sorry. Can't say I have an excuse besides real life going back to pummeling me, but hey, I'm posting now. Thank the Goddesses for that.

Anyhow, you might have noticed the rather dark title this time around, it'll make sense as you read. But I do promise that I have that fluff on the way for those who do love some peaceful, non-painful goodness.

A mashup with Superdimension's Console War and Megadimension's VII plot, this AU will get pretty messy in my opinion. It's really just a scenario where Black, White and Green were very much justified with kicking Purple down and out. Featuring some altered backstories and a tiny bit of headcanons sprinkled in.

I just really like the Console War, okay?

Comments at the bottom and I hope you all enjoy! Please tell me what you think? This hasn't been edited yet, so criticism please?

Posted: 3/14/19

Edited: N/A

Nothing went right with her. A reality she faced everyday of her life when things went not according to the plan. Failure was walling her in at every turn now, hope was such a delicacy, wasn't it? Noire was almost jealous.

Almost. Never truly sinking into that envious green burrowing not so deep in her heart. Feelings could be such parasites at times, fangs sinking into her flesh and leeching the energy, the purpose from her veins. Some days, she yearned for when Black was empty. A slate yet to be filled for not completing her objective, a sentient tool for lack of better word.

Everything was so much more simpler in the bad old days, when the Console War raged. Simpler times where she did as she was told.

A pawn following orders of her caretakers rather than the young woman who emerged from the centuries upon centuries long conflict. Everyone she knew was different, but it was comfortable and safe in ways that now wasn't. She was there back then too…

Emotions took effort, you see. Noire fumbled with them, unused to human interaction and the consequences of caring because she wasn't raised that way. Wasn't raised like a bumbling fool who helped everyone around her and was selfless as humanly possible. She would never be as good as Neptune.

Black was an extension of Lastation's will. She didn't need to think, just do and succeed. If only anything were that simple.

Sitting here in her lab chair, which was quite comfortable and out of place, Noire doubted herself. She was different, they were all different. Hell, she hadn't used the ability the Goddess each gave the four outside of mundane needs for decades now. As far as she knew, none of the other three used them either; Neptune certainly couldn't due to her amnesia, but that wasn't a major loss, given time the mongrel may learn of it.

When wasn't the lavender-haired fluff ball that fortuitous? Purple Heart was the same, or rather, Console War Purple was. Thinking about her always lead to questionable thoughts.

Their history was unforgettable.

She was so happy to have those moments of weakness get skimmed over in the history books, well, the majority of the history books anyways. How would the world react to Black Heart being struck down and actually captured by her rival?

Smiling sadly, she stares up into the cold colorless ceiling, chuckling to herself. "Most of the oversea continents would see it as a challenge.."

Her nation was the one with the most competition on the eastern side of the realm, many would be chomping at the bait for a chance to knock her down a couple pegs. It wouldn't happen. Not when her opponents weren't even close to the cunning of her. Purple deserved her respect for bringing Black to her knees, no one else could manage to do so thoroughly.

But the concern was still very real, especially for the other two.

White and Green cared too much now. Blanc and Vert worried and always tried their best to keep her upright when she stumbled. A major change from the banter-filled pseudo-deathmatch the War was between them.

It technically wasn't a war at all, really. More of a competition since none of them were capable — or was it willing? — to kill their fellow immortals.

She inhales, breathing in the soft gentle scent of plant life and seawater from her surroundings. Turning her lab into miniature jungle and part-time fish tank was such a good idea. She wasn't completely lonely here because of that.

Not that it improved her mood, though, she didn't want to drag her pets into this. Better suffer in silence than making a huge fuss and getting the others involved. This was her problem, she should be handling it alone; what kind of ruler fucked up as bad as her? She wasn't going to wallow in the pity party.

Uni was probably right that she was working herself too hard.

The world felt flat. Hollow, as if the colors that she once discovered had dulled over a short time span. Living was more a burden than a delightful blessing. Making and making no longer felt fun and that wasn't right, creation was her core.

She wasn't useful without her work. She didn't have a goal beyond helping the others and taking care of Uni and Lastation. Pointless. Noire wanted to be helpful, useful to her.. friends.

No matter how she butchers relations with them; she cared, she cared, she cared, she cared.

So she couldn't stop and breathe when Uzume was still out there. The dimensional gaps, or holes as the public and the idiots called them, remained and caused monsters to spawn heavily. Failure to double down on finding the former goddess was crucial! Noire dug her nails in the palms of her hands, she created a device that got Neptune and the Ultradimension company to this world. Making it so it found the woman they were after had to be a cakewalk. And yet, it wasn't and the fuse had been lit.

If she didn't finish it, she was going to destroy one of those damn gaps herself and nobody was going to get in her way. For the sake of stress relief, of course.

Her body was going to legitimately give out if she kept it running like this.

But who cared if her body felt weighed and strained? Who cared if her vision faltered at times? Who cared if she was careless? Who cared if the minor accidents were taking longer to heal? Who the hell cared if she lost interest in everyone else?

Nobody. Nobody cared except Uni and the ever attentive K-Sha with Kei off with her own life. The others were busy with their own affairs too, Histoire even contacting Ultradimension for this incident. People were panicking and the CPUs had to do damage control. And it made her feel worse to know those two were fretting over her and worrying themselves over her, rather than doing something useful.

What kind of sister was she to keep fucking up when things were important? Black needed to finish the device to find that Uzume or Kurome or whatever the hell she was called.

Had to help after being captured with the other three for who knows how long. It was unacceptable of her to be so useless. She had to provide some aid. Noire could rest after the dark dreamer was apprehended and peace returned in the cycle.

This wasn't healthy. Staying in her lab for weeks to even a month or two was bad.

She was too Stupidly stubborn to fold here, though. An incorrigible fool to the end. Hell, she was willing to bet that there was a large possibility Noire could die like this.

Death was sort of like sleep, right? And she hasn't slept a proper night's sleep in a week at worst? Showering and eating were needed — a clean workplace and full stomach were vital — and yet sleeping never looked so unappealing.

Sure, it sounded interesting to throw back-and-forth, but definitely inappropriate. Noire was a tiny bit curious on the topic and she would do anything to keep her creative mind awake and alive when she wanted to die inside. Didn't work well metaphorically, the thought still counted, yeah?

Maybe… a tiny nap would do her some good.

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Noire wakes up back in her lab and in the chair with a certain soreness in her neck. The presence has changed considerably, the scent of everything she brought suddenly overpowered as background pieces.

Looking around gets her nothing. It's the exact same room, isn't it? Or was this another dream lying to her senses, the later would make sense with how few hours of rest she's gotten this time around. But this wasn't a hippy rainbow of colors and senseless images, this seemed so much like reality? Something was off, though. Her senses were saying that much, but why?

She rubs her head, trying to think up with some reason why. Nothing comes to her. It's baffling, had a piece of furniture been moved to the side by a few centimeters? No, that didn't settle the pressure on herself. So, what was wrong?

This wasn't a nightmare-esque dream. Her research and papers hadn't been tampered with or stolen on her desk. She just felt so uneasy, so different.

She wasn't thinking straight. Twisting a few silvery strands, she knew there was a part of the puzzle she was overlooking. She just knew, now how could she prove it?

Something.. isn't right. Even in the darkness.

And the darkness was her safe haven. Out of the four, she used it to her advantage the most in and out of battle, yet the gut feeling of someone — something watching her. Fear isn't the first emotion that comes to the forefront of her mind, it's apprehension. She'll be fine, this is a dream, she wouldn't die from it.

Her repeated night terrors as a child, which only grew to nightmares was a testament to her resilience. But the off feeling was lingering in the air, making her twitch every few moments.

"You certainly look out of it today, little Black. Why not close your eyes for a spell?" Oh, look hallucinations. She turns her chair, a frown falling into place as Purple Heart steps away from the shadows. "Why the long face? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Purple is here? In her reality-like dream? Her arms fall into her lap, the world was moving again. Or was that just her trembling at the familiar tone of the woman before her?

She holds herself differently than usual, a lazy and relaxed stance that lied, lied, lied. None of it sang of the mongrel who had been trying to handle the monsters coming from the dimensional gap. She was smiling.

There's an odd feeling in her stomach, rising and rising. The cracks are becoming more and more visible with her appearance. She should be scared, should be breaking at the sight of her being so close to Noire's weakest moment. "I would believe you would be angry with me." And that is not at all what Noire wanted to say.

Her mind could not handle being near a goddess like her.

Fizzling out with her here. Looking at her with a gaze that said value and trouble and memories. This wasn't her Purple Heart of the present, was it? The presentation, the azure blue stare of smugness, the power hungry aura, the way her heart accelerated at every single thing.

Can she control herself? Her hand twitched according to her command, she's gripping the arms of her chair. Never not keeping her sights on the woman of the hour, though.

Not when her hazy, hazy mind is whispering danger in her ears. Purple Heart was, and forever will be, the most treacherous player of the game. Neptune's bright and rewarding smiles can't erase the way Purple sinks into her skin.

She isn't going to drown now. Not again, not again, not again.

"Not angry. Just disappointed in you and the other two for letting me disappear so easily."

Oh, oh. Now that hurt a lot more.

A metaphorical blade protruded itself from her chest then. Disappointment, merely throwing the word back and forth in her mind made her want to bend her head and apologize with all of her heart. She's being played with at this moment, but Black can't get away. The trap had been sprung and she was a fool. An encounter like this was immediately slated at a loss, so why was she still sitting in her chair and accepting these words as absolute?

Did she see her as a failure like how Black saw herself some days? That would be a painful conversation. It would be solved, thorough and messily, but it would have an answer. She was just so tired right now, perhaps sinking beneath the waves and being dragged under the riptide was the right decision. Purple wouldn't hurt her, not when she knew who she was.

Her pace had been broken, it's pieces stolen from her and she was sinking fast. There was no life vest, no life saving mongrel coming to her in this dream prison.

There's an hand on her forearm. "Try not to drown yourself in your lonesome." When did she get in front of Black? "I can punish you if the hate is getting too much." Following the offer, there's another hand touching her.

Playing with her hair. She leans into the touch, soaking in the warmth of a figure who was all too willing to torture her. The ruler deserved what she got.

White and Green would be so worried if they heard that butterfly flap its wings. They tried so hard to tell her otherwise, to get her to change that self-destructive thinking her caretakers had given her; reaching out was so much more difficult. She was going to shatter and break. There was going to be shards of herself flying as her everything and nothing collided. It wasn't scary.

"No. I.. don't need that anymore. You can't be her."

"Oh? And how am I not her? What makes us so different?" She's closer now. Standard Purple behavior, though, always pushing the boundaries to their limit. Almost mocking them with her minimal effort and flair. "You are working yourself to the bone."

Deny it, deny it and stop her influence from spreading, her mind whispers. Her heart? Her heart is confused and the world is fogging up again. She can't see, she can't get out of this place.

"I won't die from it," Black protests, voice practically whining against her once foe. Blue-green burning with bubbling laziness and need. "I would never die from that. I just need to find her. That woman…"

The cage of warmth moves slightly at the insinuation. Her captor is slow and steady in her embraces, gradually pulling her deeper with very little effort involved. "Destroying yourself for everyone else's sake sounds like something you would do, huh. What a stubborn little wolf pup I have found and I've taken."

Taken. As if she's already won the encounter, but then again, hasn't Purple already done so? It was a hopeless struggle.

She's cracking, the seams of her control breaking, Black was stuck and was liking every moment. Each aching bit of her loved this.

The return of the animal references was a good touch too. Goddess, did this feel nice.

Noire's hair was always so sensitive, the slow and near intimate way Purple ran her hand through cloud-colored strands was perfection. Or close to it if it existed. It made nodding off so much more tempting as their chat went on. She really missed these moments..

Feeling that made the rippling waves all the more tempting to fall under. This Purple, purely the immortal who stood beside and against her so many times, was here.

And, unfortunately, self-control was left to its own mechanisms. She was here, embracing her, treating her so well. Nothing was hurting, nothing was wrong, nothing was greeting her and mocking her and hated her.

She was allowed to be greedy, right? To have her all to herself and bask in this familiar, unchanging and addictive aura? Nobody, other than Uni and K-Sha, had visited her in what had to be days. Yet, Purple came and bypassed the protections keeping unwanted guests outside; obviously, it didn't work on this guest either. But that was fine, right? She was here, she was here, she was here and nobody would take her away again.

"What is it I'm supposed to be doing then?" Another whine. "Give up?"

Yes, yes, yes, yes. She wanted to fall.

"Rest, mainly. You are no good when delirious." More comfort pats as she slowly got up from her chair, Purple moves to guide her to the bed in the far corner. "You do not mind if I join you?"

"You'll leave in the morning before I wake up." This was a dream.

Purple laughs, the throaty vibration getting shivers out of her. "Do you still believe I am nothing more than a memory?" She can't be here. She can't be.

"Neptune has amnesia, how could you be here?"

Please stay. She needed her.

"Answering a question with a question is quite rude, little Black."

Teal — and Black wasn't even sure if they weren't a murky hue again — quietly eyed the woman before flopping unceremoniously onto the bed. She wasted no energy in pulling the blankets down and back up after settling in, Purple sat beside her on standby, just watching. Was this actually happening to her? Was she real?

She wanted this. She was lapping up every second like a kitten hungry for its cream. She wanted this to last an eternity and never fade.

This had to be a dream, her mind was too tired and weary… How else would the women know of before everything had happened? Uzume, or Kurome as Nepyine had decided on nicknaming her. The final boss was missing for months, it would fit.

Even as hesitant and slow as her mind was, that had to be the answer to this. Someone had to really hate her for this to happen. Or it was a tactical decision.

Either one screwed her over.

"Uzume Tennōboshi." The hand in her hair stops at the name. "She's the one who was messing around in my head and in my memories when we were caught. She's the reason why you're here. Mongrel, you're working with her."

A giggle rings out around them, the hand starts to play around again. "Good, good. A week of no sleep and otherwise healthy maintenance and you get the picture as easily as ever… not bad, puppy. You are still so entertaining; begging and whimpering for me in one moment and defiant the next. You really do intend on being a thorn in everyone's side, huh.."

Noire will admit her heart breaks a little at the confession. Purple was here again and this time was going to be against her for certain. She was at her mercy.

Again.

"You never told that weak me about the past, did you?" Her hold is rougher now, she's on the bed and smiling so happily while twisting her defenses piece by piece. She's on her. Hands keeping her in place rather than playing that game of sensitivity.

Purple sounded so proud then. Happy that memories were separated and that she was here as a harbinger to the next event. As if praising her wayward pet after years of disobedience. And she was her pet, folding to her influence and all too eager to please… No, do not think any further. Already was the mental pollution affecting her.

She was stuck here now. Beneath an enemy-turned-ally-turned-enemy and there was no escape in sight. Black only had herself to blame for this. Who else could she blame for being so weak for her?

"No, I didn't tell Neptune about what happened between us. She… she didn't want to remember and I honored her decision like a good friend would have.."

Purple hums a bit at that, "You did not protest against me saying she is the weaker half. It is nice to hear you say I am the better than her. Nonetheless, you and the other two let me go. It took my own predecessor for me to do anything, would that not infuriate you? To suddenly be ignored and never again to appear before your fellows. But do not fret, little Black, I'm not angry. I know I will have the chance to pay you three back."

Her nails go to gently brush her scalp as Black sighs. "So this isn't your payback then? More is to come for us because of me."

She feels so weird now. Both mind and body melding from the close contact and low-pitched words. She had focus on resisting, but it seems the scars from years ago still made their mark — Noire was helpless as before and the need-to-please was biting her for all it is worth. This would not end well for her, not with herself in shambles.

"You should not carry the blame when it is meant to be shared, puppy. But you will be getting your just desserts later on. Remember when I clipped your wings? Compared to your future, that day will be a mere drizzle; getting out of this unscathed will be impossible."

That last line did tug a shiver out of her. Those were bad days and the shadows from then still took to lingering in her eyes and psyche. Everywhere was going to hurt soon

And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Why didn't that bother her?

Noire had been pulled into her pace again and this time, there was no escape for her.

She was out before very long, the dwindling few perks of already being used to her administration. Which really wasn't good, considering her position, but Black didn't really care.

Noire had lost.

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There was no one in the room when Black woke up for a second time. But at least now there weren't any cramps and pains in her neck for falling sleeping in a chair. It seemed there was some small mercies after all, even if said mercies cared not for her.

In fact, why was she thinking about that?

She… she woke up in bed is all. The blanket was warm and cradled her in ways she only dreamed of. Her mind was still in the lethargic haze, everything was right in the world at the moment, wasn't it? But.. there was feeling of regret.

Had she forgotten something? Her dreams were blank, so her sleep have to be fairly peaceful. That didn't soothe her, however, a piece had vanished. Something happened.

Or was that just her sense of unease mixing with paranoia again? It had been a rough few days lately, perhaps it was just her being high-strung and itching for the calm before the storm to end. Would cutting the abnormal monster population down help? No, probably not. She tightens her grip on her blankets, mind too exhausted to want to move.

She could just say here and rest. Just for today. A short, short break to kickstart her productivity to find that Kurome-Uzume woman to justice, that had to be fine. Besides, the bed was just and warm and comfortable.

Anything could work as a distraction to the world if one tried hard enough to believe, after all, Noire was an expert in that. Spending a day in bed would keep her sharp too. She was not going to be blindsided, not after her second capture by an immortal.

Curling up on her side, Black still can't shake the feeling. What a shame. Hopefully, she could deal with it tomorrow if it kept on bothering her…

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In a starry abyss, two beings sat. They were both remarkably similar, though, it was obvious that they were distantly related, if actually possible. Shades of darkness and purple suited the ones who would bring Gamindustri to its knees.

"You certainly look mighty pleased with yourself." The older of the pair says, leaning back on a chair she created for herself.

The twin-tailed younger smiles. It's a pretty thing with her eyes brimming with contentedness and victory, hiding the sharp cutting edges of a woman scorned by those around her. "How can I not be? I had a little chat with my darling little Black, I set off some useful legislation for the future, I got to play with my puppy and I'm gradually taking her back. What is there not to be happy about?"

"It wouldn't do for Black Heart to succeed in her plans yet. The stage is slowly being set and tensions haven't risen to the point I would prefer, but the pieces are moving into place."

"Indeed, they are. It's only a matter of time." Purple chuckles, setting her ōdachi down as she stretches. "I must thanking you for this opportunity too."

Uzume shakes her head, her smirk never faltering. "I should be thanking you, really, had I not found you in Neptune's mind, I would never have had a proper way to send the CPUs spiraling. This was a lucky break for both of us and I intend on utilizing it to the fullest."

Cerulean twinkles. "It is going to be the absolute satisfaction when it comes to fruition. Just thinking about it makes me giddy."

"Do you have a plan for your pet? It won't take long for her to snap out of whatever magic you used on her. She is the only one vaguely aware of anything we have planned." Black Heart was an undying thorn in the side.

She would be the first to break from it all.

Purple is quick to end her worries, however. "Of course, I do. Little Noire is too useful to let go of.. Neglecting her would be a crime, besides I really cannot help myself when I see her. It will be fun to make her snap again, who knows, maybe this time the damage will be irreparable and take out the weaker me out. Wishful thinking, but who really knows?"

"Fortune does favor the bold. On the topic of usefulness, what the Gold Third can do to interfere with the goddesses is eluding me. Any ideas on that front?"

"Well, K-Sha is still unstable as a person. S-Sha worries immensely over E-Sha's body. The other two, I don't know, but they were mortals. Humans tend to break easy when torture gets implemented, their minds are surprisingly fragile."

"I did that already."

"And I broke Black in a couple months while beating back White and Green. You're pretty good at crushing them, but you are not me." After all, the effects from the captivity were still affecting the snowy-haired deity even now. "Give me the reins for your pawns and I'll make some delicious chaos for the world."

Uzume stares at, darkened eyes practically peering into her soul before looking away and sighing. "Very well, I did ask." She glances at her junior, tossing a particular question back and forth before deciding. "Tell me, just what did you do to your counterpart?"

"Hm?" Now that surprised her. "I thought you delved in her mind."

The daydreamer twitches, "She was difficult. Struggling and failing to sleep unless drugged. Even then, her defenses spent too much of my time, I failed to gather anything other than her weaknesses and dreams in the end."

"Ahh, no wonder you keep calling her a thorn. Though, I am pleased to hear my orders to keep the events that transpired between the two of us."

"You aren't telling, then?" Odd to hear the chessmaster complain.

"You will know eventually. It won't be a secret for much longer, especially when I reveal myself." She hums, staring up into the dark expanse, almost as if she were staring up into the sky of her nation. "I will be departing again soon, Noire has fallen back to sleep."

"You are awfully attached to Lastation's ruler, can you do what we need to succeed?" This wasn't one of Uzume's creations after all, this was another CPU.

Purple stands after reaching down to grab her ōdachi from the floor. Her gaze steely and cold to those who didn't know the woman better. "Me? Fail? That's a funny thought." She laughs about it, switching to something other than her processor. A simple blouse, skirt and jacket to match. "Worry about your side of the plan, I'll do my part."

She walks away, heels clicking on the ground. Expression as frigid as the deep seas as she huffs, "As if I would lose to a faker."

Have I mention Kurome/Uzume is fascinating? Because, she is. The concept and how she works is just so fun.

Anyways, onward to the comments!

Guest: You are suprisingly close. Kudos to you, dear Guest! I mean, not all of it is on the mark, like Black knowing that Purple's there? Nope, she's kinda oblivious. You are steadily getting there with the first part, though, I urge you to continue on! Glad you like it and I hope to keep up the good work! Do you mind using a name other than Guest, though? A name that separates you from others, maybe?

Enaik: I tend to see Noire and Blanc as the two semi-sane people of the group, so bonding time! Besides, they're sorta similiar? Distant-ish and hardworking. But I am firmly a NepNowa shipper with some others, of course.