A few days have passed without any interesting events.

Viola has 'decorated' her room though.
It's now more colorful than a double-rainbow and the entirety of Gamindustri combined.
And we kicked Nepgeo out of the Basilicom after several more incidents... Rather Viola did it literally.
Jonny, Matt and Diana have returned as well.

And Nep has finished preparing her speech.
Looks like things are actually going uphill once again.

Or the world is gonna end now she's actually working...

...

Nah, it's gonna be all good.

Today Neptune is going to hold her speech.
Everything is prepared as well.
The other CPUs will visit as well and Nepgear will open the speech.
And no HDD, so Neptune can really be herself.

Actually, the CPUs should arrive in a few minutes.
Well, no point in boring you.
I'll just skip what happens next.

Everybody is here. Back-stage.
Noire, Uni, Blanc, Rom, Ram, Vert, Diana, Histoire, Linda and obviously Neptune and Nepgear.
We're all in our usual clothing, the Lowee-CPUs have discarded their coats and hats though.

It seems like the entirety of Planeptune has gathered in the stadium...
And more.

"It is time. Like we discussed." Histoire speaks up.
We nod in response.
Nepgear steps out from the curtain, the rest off us besides Histy, Linda and Neptune follow her and take our positions right in front of the curtain, leaving some space in the center.
Nepgear goes to the microphone and taps on it twice to get the attention of the crowd.

"Uh, hello. We are really sorry for any inconveniences caused by this sudden announcement but it is really important and we wanted to get it out of the way as fast as possible...
It regards Neptune. There seems to have been... some weird... interactions... She... is not dead. She returned."
A lot of people in crowd gasp at this sudden information, although I am not sure whether more did because they didn't like her or because they are relieved...
"How about I let her do the speaking, she has even prepared a speech herself."

Nepgear steps to side and looks towards the curtain when Neptune jumps out from behind it, doing a double-front-flip in the process just because she can. A lot of people even clap for her, while Noire instead facepalms.
The CPU then produces a piece of paper with a bunch of scribbles on it. (Gosh, her hand-writing sucks.)
Then she suddenly rips the paper apart and throws the scraps away, letting the wind carry them off.

After that, she speaks. "I was never the one to actually do something like that, I go with the flow.
Say what I feel like and not what I felt like, you know.
Basically I was thrown into another dimension...
Again.
This is getting real lame and repetitive, let me tell ya. And each and every time, it gets crazier.
First an alternate version of this world, then some post-apocalyptic shenanigans, somewhere normal for my standards and then a world with a bunch of anthropomorphic animals.
And of course it's me. Who else. I mean, there are like what, 10, CPUs here and it is always me...
Well, Junior here ended up with me twice... But this time... yeah no. No promises.
Junior's now the main-CPU for Planeptune. But I will still change and make sure that Planeptune blossoms like never before.
Not that I would need to do anything for that to happen, he?"
She pauses for a second.

"Soooo... GIMME A YEAH!" She pumps her fist into the air.
"YEAH!" The crowd immediately responds with an deafening noise.

Linda then suddenly dashes onto the stage and turns off the microphone.
"The Gehaburn! It's gone!" She yells at us.

Neptune turns the microphone back on.
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Gotta cut this short, important stuff. Bye."

"Geo called, saying the Gehaburn was missing." Linda informs us, now in the Nep Tower once more.
"Didn't she say it'd be suicide to go into her basement?" Nepgear questions.
"She sounded surprised as well..." Linda deadpans.

"Just who could have taken it?" Histoire changes to a thinking pose.

"The... CFWs?" Diana suggests.

Everybody is silent at that prospect.

"I'll call Wryn and that blonde dude." Neptune suggests and leaves the room.
"Who?" Noire asks.
"They beat two of the CFWs at the same. It was impressive." Nepgear explains.
"Oh..."

Silence once more.

"They'll come over in a few." Neptune re-enters the room along with Viola.
"And I will help as well.~"
Six of the CPUs (guess who) were really confused when the Inkling enters the room and simply stare at her.
"Uh...~ We haven't met yet.~ I am Viola, an Inkling.~"
They awkwardly greet her.

"How old are you?" Noire immediately asks.
"14.~ Why?~"
"Will we really accept the help of her?" The black CPU turns to us once more.
"What was with Broccoli?" I point out.
"...Whatever. What can she do?"

Viola produces her Inkzooka.
"You said something?~" She mockingly asks.
"Urgh..." Noire seems to give up.

"Shouldn't we be planning something while we wait?" Blanc suggests.
"We should." Histoire agrees.

*Meanwhile, in another Gamindustri, different from ours...*

The girl is currently on the stage of a stadium.
"This is my last public speech and also the last time you will ever see me..."
She gives out a sad sigh...

"I will leave. Several people demanded it, they collected signatures, they want to start a rebellion... This is never what I wanted... But in the end... It's my fault. I couldn't manage it, my Oracle has disappeared... I just couldn't handle the responsibility. Although I tried my hardest..."

Her sad expression turns to a surprisingly serious one.
"You will not hear from me anymore. I will be gone. Do not try to contact me, it will be no use. Anything that happens from here on, is in your hands. It will be your fault."

A wicked grin creeps up her face.
"Your fault... Not mine... If this world was to rot, you could not blame anybody but yourself..." She mutters.

And with that, she leaves the stage.
She picks up the sword and the device which she had taken there before.
Hitting the only button on the device, a bright flash of light appears and once the light dims, she is gone, without any trace.

*Back in our Gamindustri...*

The plan is...
We send somebody to spy on them so we know what they might do.
Then attack with full-force if possible.

...

We are really bad planning, huh?

And guess who we chose as the spy.

Not me.
We chose Diana.

*Diana's PoV*

Why do I gotta do this?!
Okay, it's obvious but...

Whatever...
I'm already at the Graveyard.

So what are they doin'?

Is... that Nepgear? What would she be doing here? With the CFWs no less...
No... I might not be good with people - in any way - but that can't be her.
Her facial expression and hair just don't match.
Her face looks maniacal, somewhat insane. Her hair looks like it wasn't washed and combed in weeks...
And her clothing is also dirty...

The sword she is holding... it looks like the Gehaburn, but covered in blood and dust...
It could not have gathered that much dust in Geo's basement.
At least I don't think so...

So where could the real Gehaburn be...
Magic... She is holding it. Clean as it could be.
I think.

And Magic seems to be talking... but I'm way too far away to hear anything.
I should learn to read lips.
Would be useful right now.

If I can't gather anything else, I may as well return–
Wait... The Nepgear look-a-like started laughing maniacally.

She raises her sword pointing it at Magic and starts yelling at her.
"You dOn'T reALly thInK yOu coUlD tEll mE wHat To dO?!" Gosh, she's loud.
"YoU wILl LisTeN tO wHAt I HavE tO SaY!"
Magic looks... somewhat surprised to say the least.

I better get going and report back...
This seems really serious.

...

Dafuq, who have I become? Even though I am the sadist in this group.
Not the emo. That spot was always reserved for Nepgear.

A/N

Looks like somebody finally snapped.
And looks like this story is soon getting its finale...
I just need to figure out, how I should pull that off...
I dunno when the next chapter will be done therefore.
As long I can't figure that out, I'll be working on something else.