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Gamindustri Graveyard...
"We're here." Gris stood atop a cliff, surveying the terrain of the floating island.
A sign was stumped next to him.
It read 'ABANDON HOPE, YE WHO ENTER.'
Just as spooky according to the reports of Nepgear and Nebula, the constant thundering and lightning strikes with a maroon stormy atmosphere.
Yellow streams slinked through the ground, the liquid of unknown properties yet radiated an eerie yellow that fell from the edges of the landmass into the sea.
"I can't wait to raise my kill count. This place is perfect for farming." Chuckling to himself, the manslayer cracked his knuckles as a mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes.
"You mean the same place where they keep the goddesses captive?" Compa gazed at the GPU, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"Of course. Any place that has denizens powerful enough to imprison the divine must surely have something worth slaying." The assassin folded his arms with an interested expression.
"Just don't get too distracted, Gris. We're here to save the CPUs after all." IF reminded the hitman with a stern tone.
"Sure, sure. Just be sure to remind the rest of this ragtag group while you're at it."
HOP!...
GLOW!
Gris jumped off the cliffside before glowing as his plummet shifted to a temporal glide while T-posing.
"OI! You're part of that ragtag group too, ya asshole!"
HOP!
Nebula shouted before star-fishing off the cliff after him with a tick mark.
"Wait, you two!" AL shouted, before sighing at the sight of their shrinking figures that approached the ground below.
"Seems like they're raring to go, then." Kallen scooted up to the flame fighter, peering down to where they were last seen.
"I don't want those stupid boys to get ahead of us! Let's go, Rom!" Ram, invigorated by the idea of catching up quickly approached the cliffside.
"We won't be left behind!" Rom chirped, closely behind her sister.
JUMP!
"Wheeee!"
"Yahooo!"
The CPU Candidates of Lowee were the second group to launch off the side of a cliff, both holding each other's hands as they plummeted with their staves in their free hands.
"...Did I just watch two children jump off a cliff?" Domio blinked, his face pale.
"Yep. Those are probably the two strongest kids on the face of the planet, though." Gust pointed out.
"They jumped in their human form if I recall." 5pb. sweat dropped.
"OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
FREEZE!
Mimicking a certain Joestar's scream, the thirteen-year-old somersaulted off the cliffside before sprouting his icy wings.
"Well, I think half of the party that can fly just decided to plummet into the abyss." IF turned to the remaining members of the group.
"I mean, we're still here." Nepgear referenced herself, before standing next to Uni to exemplify her point.
"That's good, Ge-Ge. It shows you have impulse control." Compla smiled at the CPU Candidate's ability to stay put.
"So how are we gonna find a way to get down from here that doesn't involve a hundred-foot drop?" Uni inquired.
"What? But justice deserves flashy intros! And everyone knows falling from the sky is top five." Nisa put her fists on her hips, starry-eyed at the thought.
"We also deserve unbroken knees." Gust deadpanned to her fellow Maker.
...
...
...
Silence ensued, with the group thinking of a safe way to descend the cliff. The gusts of the hectic biome permeated the background for a brief interlude.
...
...
...
"... Did anyone notice the stairs in the corner-" MAGES. gazed to the side
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" AL barked with exasperation.
"G-Gyaah!" Nepgear flinched from the sudden outburst.
"Huh. I guess sometimes the solution is simpler than the issue." IF scratched her head, miffed by the obvious path of entry.
"It even has a sign next to it," Uni observed the wooden writing on the stand. "'STAIRS FOR NORMIES.' "
"Okay, whoever wrote that is getting my foot up their ass." The darker male brooded.
"Y'know, you could always just jump off if you don't want to take the-" 5pb. recommended to AL, yet she stopped herself.
BACKFLIP!
"Fuck that sign specifically."
BOOST!
AL managed a triple backflip from the position he stood in to over the edge of the cliff before flipping the bird and propulsing himself with flames to the soles of his shoes.
"It pissed him off that much?" The Lastationite CPU slightly raised her brows.
"Probably the normie bit. But I can't fly, so I'd rather be a normie than a cripple." Gust accepted her place in the group.
"Fair enough." The idol singer nodded, understanding her perspective since she couldn't muster a similar feat either.
"Enough chit-chat. We got some goddesses to save!" IF rallied the group.
"YEAH!" The party hurrahed, before quickly making their way down the flight of stairs.
Meanwhile...
Gris floated with the utilization of his stasis, allowing him to slow the velocity of his fall to a near standstill while keeping the initial torque to propel himself laterally.
False flight, in essence.
FLOAT!
Covering ground that would've alternatively taken him and the party a significantly longer time to cover, he managed to bypass most of the riff-raff in seconds.
"If I were a captured CPU, where would I be held for ransom..?" The dark GPU spoke to himself, twirling in the air as he neared the floor.
ZOOM!
Speeding up the lateral aspect of his flight, he shot ahead without creating any sonic booms to maintain an air of stealth due to the flight's ignorance of general physics by nature.
He peered to the ground, seeing monsters and trash litter the areas he soared over.
Even with his trained eyes, the CPUs were nowhere to be seen on any open clearings, where a cliché boss would hold the goddesses of the world hostage.
"Hmm... If I can't find them, then decreasing the population should aid my search."
CLICK-CLACK!
Taking out his pistol, he extended his aura to it before aiming down the sight.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Mag dumping with precision, the assassin rained bullets hell from above with random monsters being sniped out of existence.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Reaching just above the ground, he 360 quickscoped a nearby Prince Cardbird that made the sound of a rooster being ruffled as it died.
Vaulting over a stray Killachine, A single bullet pierced through its center before it wildly exploded from the damage sustained in a single shot.
And an unsuspecting Swinevader was baconated by a singing bullet shredding it into virtual bacon before pixelating.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Rising from the ground, some Viral Horsebirds attempted to gang up on the assassin in a coordinated rush.
Unfortunately, all three were systematically shot out of the sky, imitating the sound of turkeys upon being roasted by the brutal force of each round.
Only feathers remained before being pixelated in the wind as Gris rushed past their last known positions with the manslayer finding some more targets.
BOOM!
"AGH!" An unalerted ASIC personnel screamed in anguish as a bullet violating his skull was his last conscious thought before his head exploded like a watermelon crushed by some juicy thighs.
BOOM!
"ARGH!" Another member was shot through the chest cavity, dying with a shriek that was silenced by the blood loss and shock.
BOOM!
"UCK!" The third agent had a dismal end, the bullet grating the flesh in his neck, decapitating his head, and causing the disconnected cranium to flip several times before a sickening thud with his body crumpling after it.
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
At this point, more and more monsters and agents became aware of something sieging their forces, yet their awareness was rewarded with death for Gris took no prisoners in this excursion.
Three shots were aimed at a particularly large pile of junk that precariously hung over a large group of ASIC monsters and employees.
TOPPLE!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!-"
The screams echoed throughout the area upon realizing that the ASIC employee's headquarters were headhunting for their lives.
Gris skillfully flew right under the collapsing avalanche of metric fucktons of junk, flashing a disturbing smile right before flying ahead, leaving the workers to their fate.
THOOM!...
And just to rub salt in the wound, the assassin turned a multi-kill...
PULL-
HURL!...
...KA-BOOM!
RUMBLE!...
Into an overkill.
Thanks to a grenade that was electrically supercharged by his electrokinesis, the new pile erupted in static and flame from the assassin's urge to purge the ASIC numbers.
"Yo!" A voice called out to the assassin, yet well within his warmongering mindset he decided to answer with force.
BOOM!-
-HALT...
His bullet, however, was paused from moving any further.
That caused Gris to snap out of his warpath to see who had the beach balls to stop his attack.
"Are you out of your mind!? We're LOOKING for the CPUs, not sieging ASIC's headquarters!"
CRUNCH...
Nebula crushed the bullet with his gravity forcefield before shooting his comrade an incredulous look at the damage he'd caused in only five minutes.
"Have you had any luck in locating the divine damsels, then?" Gris put away his gun before folding his arms whilst leaning.
"Of course not, how could I when the only thing I saw was bodies and junk ever since I started looking? What if you shot one of them?" He confronted his divine brethren.
"I'd time stop and move them, or deflect the bullet. If I hit them, I'd just time stop to reverse the damage with my temporal healing. You must really think I'm an amateur." The hitman snorted at the assumption of a mistake.
"Maybe not in being a cold-blooded murderer, but you definitely are in the art of being a GPU. A good person universally." Nebula chided with a slight scowl.
"Don't patronize me, you blue bastard. Let's just find these sorry goddesses already." Gris floated ahead.
"Sorry? I'd love to see you try and defeat CFW Magic!" Neubla pointed an accusing finger before using his barokinesis to keep up.
"Just tell me when you spot her and I'll solve half of this crisis in 15 minutes." Gris sniggered at the thought of clearing the schedule AND proving his mettle.
"Only if you don't cause any more mayhem before we find the CPUs, Gris." Nebula gave a half-lidded stare.
"Deal." He emotionlessly droned.
The two GPUs flew in sync from that point forward, working together to survey the area.
"Have you tried using your extrasensory perception?" Gris suggested.
"No, but now is as a good time as ever." Nebula narrowed his eyes before using his KI-sensing abilities to locate the goddesses.
Thanks to his travel through dimensions, he had a reference point of what the CPUs's energy signatures resembled.
The same world where the two of them, Taleia, and MAGES. visited was a near-identical match with the Candidates, so the actual CPUs should equate to that logic.
Closing his eyes, Nebula concentrated harder, visualizing the CPU's energies as twinkles in the void of his mind.
Anything that strikingly resembled what he felt in that dimension should be a sure-fire match for the location of the goddesses.
...
The mental reader picked up nothing at first.
...?
But before long, something that crossed his senses alerted the GPU.
...!
And lo and behold...
SHINE!
"I found them!" Nebula's eyes snapped open, before turning to Gris.
"Lead the way!" Gris responded with haste.
BURST!
Nebula's body was consumed by his orange aura before speeding off in the direction of th CPUs.
ZOOM!
While Gris tailgated with shocking speed, to the place where they would be united with the goddesses.
Accelerator had seen better days.
"Watch out!" Noire roared in his direction.
...ROLL!
CRASH!
Quickly ducking under a left hook, the gloved fist slammed into the pile of junk that the esper once stood behind, causing it to crumble on its own weight.
The white-haired teenager scrambled as the figure walked quickly toward the bleeding esper before he was confronted.
JUMP!
Blanc leaped into the air, swinging back her hammer before letting loose a devastating swing upon the opponent at hand.
BOOM!-
SLAM!...
The strange opponent was floored, yet he got back to his feet in moments seemingly unharmed.
"This bastard just keeps eating our hits!" An astute observation from the tiring CPU.
"Ever since that Wesker fellow shocked us, our shares are at an all-time low," Vert noted, carefully stepping in a manner to always face the adversary before her.
...LIFT!
The creature then picked up a large pile of junk nearby, easily dwarfing itself several times over.
TOSS!
"Uh oh!" Neptune bleated, before hitting the dirt.
SMASH!...
The pile exploded into debris a ways away, sinking into a nearby yellow stream that started to melt the junk that was submerged.
"HDD would make this fight a jiffy! That darn Whisker guy and his scheme nerfed us to the neppin' ground!" Looking back at the threat, her eyes were comic saucers from the attack she narrowly avoided.
"Then start using that pudding brain of yours!" Noire shouted before approaching the enemy.
"Tornado Sword!"
Noire's rapier glowed before she swung it at the top-hatted opponent.
SLICE!
The pressure behind the slash sent him skidding, his feet dragging through the floor while creating two sliding craters.
"Cross Combination!"
SLASH! SLASH!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
SLICE!
A string of skillful slices assaulted the body of the adversary with Neptune taking up the opening that Noire provided for the rest of the impromptu party.
The pale enemy staggered and jarred, yet no sounds of pain rose from his body. Instead, the sounds of damage were the only thing heard from him.
"Raaaah!" Akin to a barbarian, Blanc screamed as she gained on the opponent before jumping into the air once more, this time with some oomph.
"Getter Ravine!"
THOOM!
-CRACK!
Although the monstrous individual managed to raise an arm, it bent the wrong way upon meeting the business end of the Lowee CPU's hammer.
"Kinestra Slash!"
SLICE...!
Vert kicked off the ground before slicing at the monster with a movement invisible to the naked eye.
SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!
SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!
SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!
Before a dozen and some slashes burst from all over the torso of the monster, making him flinch profusely in the process.
VECTOR DASH!
Leaving him exposed to a follow-up from Accelerator.
VECTOR SCRAPE!
SLICE!
Utilizing the vectors of his fingers, he made five slashes with each fingertip tip which served to shred the trench coat of the monster.
VECTOR KICK!
CRASH!...
CRASH!...
CRASH!...
Landing a front kick to the exposed chest area, Accelerator buried his sole into the abdomen of his opponent before sending him into several piles of junk.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
For extra measure, he used his third vector usage to snipe the strange monstrosity with the bullets bouncing off the field before disappearing into lasers from sheer velocity.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!...
"Is it over...?" Neptune asked, her tone shaky from the resilience.
"Far from. Mr. X is anything but easy to put down. We should use the time we bought to head to the safe house before he comes back from that." Accelerator instructed.
"We're almost there, anyway." He continued.
"Good. I don't think I can fight for much longer after everything we went through..." Noire admitted, that her condition superseded her ego.
"Then let's depart," Vert answered the tsundere goddess.
The quintet spoke no more with the Leanboxian CPU's words. Their sprinting proved hectic and rowdy through the desperation to reach a place where a breather could be established.
Thundering skies echoed through the silent race to the rendezvous point, with the huffing and footsteps the only lingering sounds of their existence.
Soon enough, a rather conspicuous shack could be seen in the distance before long.
"There it is!" Accelerator yelled, his red eyes lighting up for the first time in a long time.
The small party skidded to a stop once in front of the building.
"THIS is the safehouse?" It looks like a dump!" Blanc commented, dissatisfied with the result of their efforts.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"I didn't choose the architecture!" The esper banged on the door.
The wooden door opened before an ASIC personnel opened it.
"Gah! It's one of the bad guys!" Neptune pointed. "We gotta take 'em out!" She readied her wooden sword.
"W-What?! Accelerator, y-you freed the CPUs-" The member was blindsided by the situation.
"No time to explain, let us in!" The teenage esper shoved the person aside before opening the door.
"Get in!" He called to the girls.
Without much resistance, the CPUs entered the house.
SHUT!
Accelerator slammed the door shut, before locking it.
A long sigh escaped his lips before he went to the nearest heavy object to block the door.
Some awkward silence ensued between the ASIC member and the CPUs while the esper pushed a heavy wooden crate to the door.
"Uh... This is definitely a situation I didn't think I'd be in." He adjusted his collar.
"Why didn't you attack us?" Noire narrowed her eyes with suspicion, untrusting of anyone who worked under CFW Magic, let alone ASIC.
"It's because... Er..." The scrutinizing stare of a goddess was more difficult to withstand in person from the underling's point of view.
"Are you secretly a mole who will sell us out? Perhaps neutralizing you is in order." Vert, still on edge, grew closer to grabbing her spear from her inventory.
"N-NO! I wouldn't dream of it! I repurposed this safehouse just for something like this!" He defended himself.
"So for what Vert implied?" Blanc raised a slender brow, growing suspicious of him as well.
"P-Please don't put words in my mouth. I just wanted to do something right, okay?" The agent bowed apologetically.
"Wait, what? He's... For real?" Neptune was the first to see something genuine from the goon's demeanor.
"We're in the same boat." Accelerator finished moving the crate before heading back to the group.
"We're both defectors." The esper revealed.
"...Say whaaaaat?!" The CPUs exclaimed.
"Yeah... It's a long story, but someone wicked strong convinced me what I was doing was wrong." He reminisced about that fateful encounter.
"Sooooo... Accelerator?" Neptune pointed to the walking albino.
"Nope, although they do share a strange similarity of white hair, condescending attitude, and terrifying power." Looking up, the defector drew some mirroring details.
"That motherfucker's lucky he's stronger. I'd kick the shit out of him for what he did." Wrapping himself in some bandages, they absorbed the blood and required another layer.
"Sounds like you didn't have the best impression of him." Vert noticed the tone directed towards the mystery person.
"He's the reason I'm classified as disabled on my medical papers!" Accelerator fumed before shaking the anger he felt to concentrate on tending to his wounds.
That earned some more silence.
"Oh." The goddesses and the defective goon simultaneously sounded.
"Tch. It doesn't matter for now. How's your shares, ladies?" Accelerator turned to the CPUs.
"I'm running on fumes for the most part. Anyone feeling different?" Blanc described her situation.
"Same here." Noire did not differ.
"Unfortunately we share that predicament." Vert seconded.
"Me too." Nepgear nodded.
"Great. Yo (Hey), get them some healing items while I figure out a way for them to regain some strength." The esper told the defector.
"Yes." He walked into a separate room.
"Okay. Wesker probably took advantage of your physiology to an extent to use your shares against you. If you remembered his speech, he explained it to you four." Accelerator recapped.
"I dunno, I was too focused on his cool glasses," Neptune admitted.
"Focus, Neptune!" Noire scolded.
"We were too far away from our Sharicites. It's probably why he was able to tamper with our bodies because of it while we were most likely half-conscious." Blanc concluded.
"These ASIC guys really don't have a line that they won't cross." The Lastationite CPU huffed.
"So we just gotta get back to our Sharicites! And see our sisters on the way there!" Neptune summed it up in her mind.
"Only, how are you going to get off the Gamindustri Graveyard with the likes of the CFWs, including one that's being upgraded, the one behind only Magic in strength, and CFW Magic herself?" Accelerator quickly gave a rundown on their path.
"Or how about Mr. X, who we fought four different times and who kept coming back each time? Not to mention there's two more of him with different skills and probably more powerful?" He continued.
"Not to mention elite agents that haven't defected who can be compared to me?" Yet another point.
"Without HDD, mind you." The esper added at the end.
"I guess stealth is our best bet, then." Noire accepted the situation they found themselves in.
"To think we've been reduced to sneaking around to leave this place after we so brazenly entered..." Vert reflected on that day.
"Man, this happened because of the plot shifting away from not only me but Nepgear too!" The pudding-loving goddess blurted.
"What." Accelerator had a dumb look at the conclusion that Neptune came to.
"Last time, I was the main character. Nep Jr. was supposed to be it this time around, but I felt the plot slipping. This has to be because of something or someone!" She had a dead serious look on her face, only making her perspective more incredulous.
"Hey, I'm back with the-" The defector returned with a box of healing items only to barge in on this tidbit.
"Whoever took away the plot from my lil' sis is to blame for all of this! That's who we have to find!" She shook her fist with burning determination.
"What did I just walk in on?" He looked around the room for an answer.
"Don't look at me, I don't speak schizophrenia." Accelerator relegated responsibility.
"Hey! I do not see things that are not there! This is probably the only thing that makes sense."
"More like the only thing that doesn't." Noire shook her head.
Zing.
"Quiet, author!" Neptune shook her fist at the ceiling.
"So anyway, how do you suggest we escape? Did anybody remember to bring escape items?" Blanc vied for the easier route.
"We all thought we'd succeed, so we didn't bother..." Noire blushed at the overconfident decision., she was consoled by the defector's healing pod.
"Now that's just sloppy." Accelerator facepalmed.
"But I guess we could use a dinghy to sail along the yellow liquid to avoid detection." Vert brought up an idea.
"That yellow liquid is acid. Any material that spends long enough time in contact will be liquified and evaporated." The defector revealed, shooting down Vert's plan before handing her a Healing Pod.
"Then what about taking some uniforms from some ASIC members and disguising ourselves to get off the island?" Blanc suggested.
"That could work..." Accelerator cupped his chin.
"Really?" Neptune looked at him with hope in her eyes.
"If ASIC had the collective IQ of room temperature." He deadpanned. "Not unlike you, from what I'm gathering." The esper jabbed.
"You take that back, mister! I'll have you know that I'm the smartest Nep around." She puffed out her chest.
"That claim is about as solid as the pudding you eat." Blanc dismissed the statement wholeheartedly while receiving a Healing Pod.
"D'aww. Why must you keep a Nep down? I say we run to the nearest edge and jump off! Then we can parachute to the nearest landmass.
"..." Noire sweatdropped.
"..." Blanc facepalmed.
"..." Vert had a remorseful look.
"..." The defector resembled the soldier in the thousand-yard stare meme.
"I think I'm starting to understand why this plot was taken away from you." Accelerator nodded off before taking out his phone.
"Hey!" A tick mark formed on the CPU of Planeptune's head.
Before Neptune could defend herself, some noises could be heard from outside.
"THIS is where they tied up the CPUs?" An intimidating voice that was all too familiar to Accelerator and the defector.
"It's h-him." The former ASIC goon shivered.
"Looks like a crackhouse. You think they force-feed them cocaine or some shit?" The voice struggled to keep his laughter at the thought.
"Dude, what in the actual fuck-" A second, more welcoming and suave voice responded.
From the outside, the two GPUs messed around with the drug concept.
"Jesse, the CPUs are zoinked out of their fucking minds. ASIC won't stop ordering shipments of angel dust to lobotomize the CPUs from drug addiction." Gris started up a comedic bit.
"You already know, Mr. White. The crack crystallizes into share crystals, we gotta keep selling this shit like its hot cakes out of the oven. If they try to find our formula it'll dissolve like bath salt; it's ingenious!" Nebula played along.
...
"Hahahahaha!"
There was a short pause before both deities busted a gut from their tomfoolery.
"Alright, rock-paper-scissors for who was to advance the plot."
An audible gasp was heard from inside the shack.
"Jan-ken-pon!"
Both gods played rock.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Draw by paper.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Draw via scissors.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Draw by paper.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Draw via rock.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Draw by scissors.
"Aiko-de-sho!"
Nebula drew rock while Gris drew paper.
"Bomboclaat-" The blue GPU blurted.
"Suck it!" Gris triumphantly cheered. "Now go open that door, ya bum." The black GPU pointed to the wooden shack.
"Yeah, yeah." Nebula brushed off as he approached the door, his buddy marking his six a couple of steps behind him.
"Ayo, the pizza here."
realistic door-knocking sound effect!
Nebula knocked on the door.
"Why the fuck would they answer the door if they're captured, dumbass?" Gris held the bridge of his nose.
"Oh shit." A light bulb appeared above Nebula's head before he stepped away from the door and raised his foot.
OPEN!...
The door swung open to reveal the goon that Gris had spoken to.
KICK!-
Nebula kicked his foot forward, only to stop upon realizing that the door opened of its own volition.
His foot paused millimeters away from the man's face, the defector sweating bullets from what could have been his teeth kicked in.
Nebula slowly put his foot down before stepping inside with the doorman wordlessly moving to the side, the shock still muting him at the moment.
"Wait, you guys are actually just chilling in a crackhouse?" He looked to see all of the goddesses sitting awkwardly on the couch and armchairs.
"Bahahahaha! Oh shit, this is comedy gold!" Gris held his gut in laughter.
"FUCK YOU!" Accelerator pointed from the other side of the room.
"The cripple's here too?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gris held his forehead from the laughing fit he caught.
"Wait, Accelerator?" Nebula blinked owlishly. "What the fuck is going on?!" He swiveled his head between the present individuals.
"Before we answer any of that, who the heck are you guys?!" Neptune spoke up, pointing her finger at the two of them.
"Yeah, you two just barged in here out of nowhere," Noire told the duo of GPUs.
"And your conversations are way too distinct and deranged to be everyday NPCs, especially in a place like this," Vert commented.
"So what's your business here? You don't look like ASIC, that's for sure." Blanc surmised.
"Oh, that's easy. Nebula's the name, savin' the world's my game. Not really a Great Hero or anything like that, but I might have the qualifications for a savior on my résumé so why not put it to use?" The adventurer smiled while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Gris. I'm not a hero by any standard, but self-preservation beckons. My work can't exactly function if everyone is dead, so consider me a part-time savior. The world isn't in a state to decline, anyhow." The assassin put a hand on his chest with a charming tone.
"Savior, he says." Accelerator rolled his eyes.
"Part-time," Gris corrected.
"So why did you want to find us so badly?" Noire questioned the two. "There's no way you could know where we are as regular civilians." The Lastationite CPU questioned.
"Good thing that's not us." Nebula snorted. "You'd be surprised at the shit we've seen, heard, and done." He counted with his hand.
"Besides, civilian? Noire, we're not even human." Gris corrected again.
"So you're implying that you're superhuman?" Vert rose a brow.
"Still off." Accelerator intervened. "Try gods." He walked to the microwave.
"HA! The two of them? This isn't some crappy fanfic, Accelerator. There's no way that those two hunky firecrackers are like us." Neptune cackled at the idea of male deities.
"Seriously, I can't even write something that fictitious." Blanc deadpanned at the suggestion.
"Are you sure, these two are rather tall... And muscular... And... admittedly handsome..." Vert's eyes began to trail along their bodies after taking them in.
"Should we?" Nebula side glanced at his brother-in-arms.
"Nah. I want the denial to build up so when they realize they're wrong it hits like a truck." Gris smiled mischievously.
"How can you prove you're gods if you don't have HDD like us? Not like I was expecting you to transform, or anything." Noire looked to the side, slightly disappointed.
"Like this."
GLOW!...
Manifesting pure shares, Nebula opened his palm before a glowing orange sphere of positive energy that served as a solid demonstration of share energy.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!?"
Their collective screams caused the guys to cover their ears, sans Accelerator, who tuned it out with his vectors.
"Told you so." He took a sip of the coffee he prepared in the background.
"You'd be hard-pressed to find more than a handful of men on the face of Gamindustri who can emulate what I'm doing right now." Nebula grinned proudly.
GLOW!...
Gris wordlessly copied Nebula with his own shining pale grey sphere of share energy.
"Except for him, he's also a divine pain in the ass." Nebula deadpanned and snarked.
"You've got to be kidding me." Neptune looked between the two energies.
"Male CPUs might be REAL? This is totally a dream, pinch me Noire." She looked over to the twin-tailed tsundere.
BIFF!
"OW! I said pinch, not punch!" Neptune snapped, rubbing her shoulder childishly from the unsuspecting blow.
"Oh, did you? My bad, I was too distracted by them to care." The tsundere goddess answered without looking at her.
"Oh come on!" Neptune complained about the treatment she was receiving.
SNAP!
Snapping their fingers, the two dissipated their shares back into their bodies before continuing the conversation.
"Also, we know your sisters. So that's the reason why we knew where to find you in the first place." Nebula revealed.
"You do?" Blanc perked up at that statement.
"Rom and Ram." Gris pointed at the Loweean CPU.
"Uni, who's admittedly my favorite out of the bunch." Before he pointed at Noire.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Noire grew suspicious.
"It means he's biased." Nebula blurted to which he received a dull glare from the fellow GPU.
"And Nepgear." He pointed at Neptune.
"You've been marking my Nep. Jr?! How sussy wussy of you!" She put her hands on her hips, only to be ignored by the assassin.
"How unfortunate that I am without a sister to be identified by." Vert sulked.
'If only she knew.' The GPUs internally harmonized.
"That green dude I fought in that hideout looked awfully similar." Accelerator chimed in. "The resemblance was uncanny to Vert." He recalled while squinting.
"Green dude?" Blanc looked to the esper.
"Yeah, he had really similar eyes to Vert while she's transformed. Same blonde hair, green outfit, taller than most people like her human form, and with an exotic accent to boot." Mentally counting the quirks that the person he fought had, it was rather uncanny.
"Who could that possibly be?" Neptune looked miffed at the thought of this mystery man.
"You'll meet him soon enough," Nebula assured with a laissez-faire attitude.
"But first, why aren't you girls transformed?" He changed the subject.
"When I went to the Gamindustri Graveyard with IF, Compa, and Nepgear, all of you were in HDD. Now, you're human and frankly dying flames." He compared.
"Some asshole messed with our shares and caused them to hurt us for his twisted torture." Blanc paraphrased.
"We can't regulate them because we aren't in contact with our Sharicite, so we're stuck here thinking of escape plans." The petite CPU concluded with a scowl on her lips.
"If I had my MC powers, this would be over in a flash! Now I'm a bench warmer and some random OC is here to kill the time." The pudding goddess sighed, slowly accepting her relegated position in the plot.
"Not necessarily, Neptune." Nebula shook his noggin.
"What do you have in mind? Don't tell me you're gonna fight them all." Noire scoffed at the notion.
"Although I and Gris can probably wash the riff-raff with ease for you girls to make an escape, I think you'll have more self-esteem this way." He rubbed his hands together.
"What do you mean?" Vert grew curious at the proposition.
"Well, you said your shares are out of wack, correct? It just so turns out that 'Male CPUs' or more aptly GPUs, can resolve that little problem of yours."
"GPUs?" Accelerator quirked a brow.
"Guardian Progenitor Units." Nebula and Gris unanimously stated.
'Wait, I thought it was Godly Progenitor Units?' Gris narrowed his eyes.
'I changed it, sounds cooler this way.' Nebula returned with a lenny-face.
'Laziest retcon ever.' The assassin rolled his eyes.
"What? But that implies that your divinity predates ours! It's simply preposterous." Vert sputtered.
"Look, do you want the share defragmentation or do you want to practice hypercriticism on our lore for two hours?"
"Share defragmentation?" Blanc, Noire, and Neptune repeated.
"Nebula, what the hell is share defragmentation?" Gris looked to his fellow GPU.
"Good question, Gris. I need a volunteer for the practical section, though. Who wants to be able to use HDD again first?" The adventurer inquired.
"Me first! Me first!" Neptune tapped into her inner hedgehog before zipping right in front of him, her big purple eyes sparkling with potential and mirth.
"Weren't you just calling me a random OC around twenty lines ago?" Nebula raised an amused brow.
"OC, FC, doesn't matter. That's all in the past, Neb. Now give ya ol' pal some of that sweet sweet share energy!" The goddess of Planeptune comically brushed aside.
"Old pal, huh? Sure, I'll bite." Nebula snickered. "This works out well since Neptune's Sharicite is the one I've spent the most time around." The GPU told the group.
"So you hang around Neptune's Basilicom?" Blanc picked up on the implications of his sentence.
"I worked at her Basilicom. The staff know me by name, and I even cleared some of her backlog in the process while you all were held captive, you're welcome in advance." He flatly glanced at the pudding goddess before back to the others.
"Hey, I appreciate the help and all, but having someone I barely know have unrestricted access to my home is kind of creepy." Neptune returned a look of unease.
"You should be thanking me since Histoire inadvertently briefed me on how hard it is to make you do your job." A snide look from the blue deity made the protagonist of protagonists cough obnoxiously.
"Let's not talk about that- So, show me this share defrag or whatever!" Quickly changing subject, the CPU of Planeptune swiftly focused on the target at hand as the other CPUs chuckled at her antics.
"It's something I studied in theory, but never had the chance to use practically since your sisters were not at any point in such a predicament." The adventurer prefaced.
"Yet the concept is simple. All I have to do is transfer my shares at a frequency that matches your wonky shares, before attuning it to the frequency of your Sharicite." Nebula began to elaborate.
"That way, you'll be energized and share circulation will be regulated. Whatever that altered your shares will be cancelled out in the process." Nebula concluded.
"So how will you go about transferring your shares?" Accelerator inquired.
"Through touch." The blue GPU stated.
"Woah there, buster! You're not gonna get your hands on this sexy Nep bod so easily!" The goddess of Planeptune covered herself with her hands, to Gris' amusement.
"Sexy Nep bod? There's more sex appeal in house plants." Gris remorselessly negged.
"Ouch. Tough crowd." Neptune cringed at the mockery.
"I only have to touch your shoulder. You don't really have any assets to perv on in your human form, anyway." Nebula shrugged.
"Just gimme the shares, already. I hope you'll keep that tone after I transform!" Determined to prove the GPU wrong, she put her hands on her hips while looking up at his tall stature.
Wordlessly putting his hand on her shoulder, he thought back to when he observed the Planeptunian Sharicite.
SHINE...!
Quickly matching the abnormal frequency, Neptune's frame glowed a soft purple to mirror the color of her share energy.
HUM!...
Silently, Nebula tuned the share frequency within the divine vessel of Neptune, removing any foreign modifications within her, as a melodic hum lingered while doing so.
"Woah! I'm feeling supercharged, you guys!" The CPU of Planeptune spoke. Her eyes momentarily flashed into blue irises with white power signals before reverting to their ordinary hue.
TRANSFER!
SPARKLE!...
Finishing up the procedure, Nebula extracted a chunk of his shares and transferred it into Neptune's reserves. This served to energize the goddess after fixing the issue at hand that disallowed her to be in fighting condition.
Particles of shares swirled around the pudding goddess before dissipating into nothingness, the process complete.
"Aaaaand I'm done." Nebula released his hand from Neptune's shoulder. "How do you feel, Neptune?" He asked his CPU volunteer.
"Like I chugged three Nep Bulls! This is awesome!" She bounced on the spot before striking a couple of poses. "My shares aren't screwy anymore!" The purple protag of protags celebrated.
"So can you transform?" Noire became curious.
"Let's see..." Neptune closed her eyes and concentrated.
...PILLAR!
TRANSFORM!
The digital numbers and pillar of light spawned into existence before fading away, to reveal Purple Heart.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Hahaha, I feel magnificent!" Purple Heart with a much more womanly, mature voice answered with glee.
"It worked!" The three other goddesses shouted with shock at the scene. Accelerator silently observed with a slightly surprised face with the guard completely speechless up to this point.
REVERT!
"Alright, Nebula!" After reverting to her human form, the purple CPU turned to the blue GPU. "You're certified in my books. Maybe you might be a goddess like us." She warmed up to the idea.
"It's 'a god', Neptune." The meme lord corrected. "But yeah, we no reason to lie, or else we wouldn't have made it here in the first place." Nebula stood on his explanation.
"So could you do the same for us?" Noire stepped up to the blue adventurer.
"I could try, but the only reason I could bring Neptune to such a state was because I was around her Sharicite long enough to emulate the frequency." He told the tsundere goddess.
"So only Neptune can benefit from share defragmentation?" Accelerator deduced, while consuming a Healing Pod.
"From it's full effects." Gris stepped in. "Just because the other CPUs' Sharicites aren't known to Nebula doesn't mean that we can't correct their shares from whatever happened to them." The edgy GPU theorized.
"So we'd be able to transform after it's done?" Vert asked another question.
"Probably not right away. Given time, you might be able to. If I transferred raw shares instead of having them calibrated to your specific frequencies it'd only cut the time you'd need to wait in... About half." After doing a quick calculation, Nebula explained the situation of the other three goddesses.
"Then let's do it." Blanc decided. "If we're gonna be of any use, we might as well be in the best condition." She concluded.
"Alright." Nebula nodded. "Gris, do you think you can copy the procedure?" He turned his head to face his divine brethren.
"After seeing it once, I got the just of it." Gris nodded, his temporal abilities allowing him to emulate whatever he'd seen if capable of repeating the operation."
"Well it would make sense, you two are these GPUs, after all." Vert smiled, excited to receive some of her lost power.
"Let's do this." Noire put out her hand to the blue deity. He grabbed it, and the process began with the twin-tailed goddess gaining a pale navy blue glow.
GLOW!
"After you, Vert." Gris extended his arm with an alluring tone, to which the green goddess obliged.
"Certainly."
GLOW!
She smirked before placing her gloved hand on his, as her body adopted a green glow of share energy.
Both goddesses felt their share reserves be rectified of Wesker's tampering before the transference of shares were inserted into their bodies.
SHINE!...
SHINE!...
Their eyes flashed their respective colors when transformed, with Noire's bluish-green and Vert's mellow purple with white power signals before reverting to normal.
"This is marvelous!" Vert cheered, her body returning to how it operated prior to their capture.
"As expected of a so-called GPU." Noire backhandedly complimented the blue meme lord, yet reveled in her heightened state.
"Now Blanc." Nebula turned to the Loweean CPU, before putting his hand on her shoulder.
GLOW!...
An aquamarine glow radiated from the level-headed goddess, with the process beginning at a much faster rate due to the practice Nebula had with two CPUs prior.
...SHINE!
"Whew! This is just what I needed. Thank you." After undergoing the same process, Blanc's cobalt eyes flashed red with glowing power signals before reverting to normal.
Some gratitude was given to the blue-haired GPU who grinned in acceptance.
"So that's that." Accelerator finished his drink, before looking at the group. "Did the two of you come here alone? Or did you bring reinforcements?" The esper inquired.
"Of course we brought backup. The CPU Candidates are looking for them in the graveyard right now."
"They are?!" Neptune, Noire, and Blanc yelled in sync at the revelation of information.
"What are we doing here, then? We gotta meet up with them!" Neptune sprang into action. "It's our ticket outta here!" She pressed on.
"And why didn't you bring them here with you?!" Blanc interrogated, her voice growing emotional for her sisters.
"Oh, we kinda... Er..." Nebula soon realized that there were not many good answers to tell the CPU that would calm her down.
"Separating from them was the only way we'd be able to track you down. Otherwise, you'd be down for the count." Gris butted in.
"And that guy with the fedora's been outside for a while now." Nebula pointed to the window.
"Wait, what?!" The esper choked on his coffee.
SHATTER!
The window burst into glass pieces as Mr. X barged through the transparent barrier.
"Aah!" The CPUs shouted in surprise, at the sudden (although warned) entrance of the powerful monster.
His coat had been shredded and hat displaced, leaving only a mutated mass uncovered for the world to bask in.
Footlong claws, staggering musculature, and a darker colored upper color scheme around its chest and shoulder area. A peculiar swirly lump was seen on the side of its chest that a human heart would be located underneath, brought to its surface.
"We're fucked!" The defector shrieked in horror.
"Alright, guys! Let's kick this guy's butt!" Neptune pointed to the monster before getting in position to transform.
Accelerator slid into action, preparing his altered vector combat to be used against the monster at hand.
Noire poised her rapier while Vert aimed her spear silently, getting ready for an even harder battle than last time.
"What are you two waiting for?" Blanc took out her hammer before noticing the divine duo's lax demeanor. "Get your asses in gear!" She told them.
"Mmm... Nah." Gris shook his head.
"What do you mean nah? This isn't a fight you can ignore!" The Lastationite CPU told the Lastationite GPU.
"Actually, we can. Matter of fact, I'll end this right now." Nebula walked ahead of the group, swaggering towards the super tyrant.
"Nebula, just hold on a minute!" Vert warned the blue adventurer.
Mr. X had patiently waited, trying to pick someone to rip open with his terrifying long claws, yet with Nebula steadily approaching him, he needn't decide who would be his next victim.
Once the GPU reached swiping distance, the mutant swung his claw down at the aegean-haired pseudo-protagonist.
HALT!...
Yet its claws paused a foot away from Nebula's head.
"Huh?! Its hand... It stopped?" Neptune blinked in awe.
SWIPE!-
HALT!...
The mutated hunter slashed at Nebula again, yet its hand could not breach a distance less than a foot from the meme lord's position.
"Sorry dude. I'm allergic to dogshit." A taunting snigger with a snide tone emitted from the GPU.
SWIPE!
SWIPE!
SWIPE!
SWIPE!
Several more attacks were launched at the deity, yet Nebula did not allow a single one to pierce his gravitational barrier.
SLASH! SLASH! SWIPE! SWIPE!
SWIPE! SLASH! SWIPE! SLASH!
SWIPE! SWIPE! SLASH! SLASH!
Not even the wind pressure of the slices managed to reach him, only the perceived frustration of Mr. X as his slices sped up.
"Hold it!"
HALT!
Mr. X's hands were suspended in ther air, perfectly still with intense gravitational binding that prevented it from moving an inch.
He assumed the pose of someone being confronted by the po-po; Both hands in the air the moment before he would've brought them both down to attack.
RUSH!
LEAP!-
Using his legs, the mutant ran up to Nebula in an attempt to knee him, jumping off of the ground and going for a blitzing blow.
PAUSE...!
...Only to be held in mid-air, without a single body part to move.
"That end lag is atrocious," Nebula commented, earning the snickers of Gris and Neptune.
"What did you do to him?" Noire withheld her shock long enough to ask the meme lord a good question.
"Oh. Ever since I became a GPU, I gained gravity control. So right now, I'm the most attractive person in the room." He sent a charming smile.
"And the most repulsive." Gris heckled.
"Ah, fuck off." Nebula turned back to Mr. X.
"But that insult gives me an idea." He smiled in the direction of his suspended adversary.
...
...
...
ZOOM!-
CRASH!...
Mr. X was catapulted into a large pile of junk via Nebula's Repulsion. Debris scattered far and wide from the velocity the mutant collided with upon its abrupt deceleration.
RUSH!
SKID...!
Soon, the memetic perpetrator skidded right to where his handiwork landed.
"Y'know, I don't think my personality's that repulsive." Scratching the back of his head, Nebula rolled his eyes jokingly.
The others made their way to him, with the lilac-haired protagonist speaking up first.
"He went from mini-boss to high-speed projectile! Sheesh, are all of you GPUs like this?" The CPU of Planeptune had a hard time digesting the many feats that the GPUs were capable of.
"Where were you two when we were fighting CFW Magic?" Noire spoke with exasperation at the tremendous strength.
PUNCH!
A clawed hand stuck itself out of the top of the pile, before pulling its body out of the rubble.
Mr. X could not physically display emotion yet if he could, infuriation would surely be written all over his face no matter how distorted it became.
"Fuck. He's back." Accelerator pointed out with narrowed eyes.
"Not for long."
CLASP!
Nebula clasped his hands together, not unlike a certain hand seal.
SOAR!
Mr. X rocketed into the air with a mighty jump, ascending several meters into the air with both claws extended, ready to rip anything it could touch to shreds.
...PULL!
...R-R-RUMBLE!
But before he could reach the party, his body was pulled into the air, alongside all of the nearby hills of junk that were near enough to the radius of the blue GPU's SP Skill.
RISE...!
FLOAT!...!
ASCEND...!
"Holy crap!" Blanc's mouth unhinged slightly from the thousands upon thousands of tons of trash and debris floating into the air, burning Mr. X within.
"I'm shocked, really..." Vert looked on with widened eyes at the display of power that Nebula mustered to deal with what they once thought was a persistent threat.
Soon, the mutated menace was trapped within a cube of junk that spanned several hundreds of feet tall, wide, and long.
"Baro Box." The GPU stated.
"As impressive as this is, it's not gonna kill him," Accelerator told the meme lord. "His durability is just too strong for anything not inherently lethal to take him out." The esper finished.
"Figured that out since he didn't turn to a stain from the Repulsion." Nebula acknowledged a second opinion that confirmed his hypothesis.
Keeping a single fist clenched to maintain the SP Skill, the GPU stuck it toward the cube while cupping his other hand by his side.
CHARGE...!
A faint blue glow shined within the palm of his cupped hand as a sound indicating its powering up resounded.
"Zanku.."
SWIRL!...
Orange energy circulated the GPU, the blue light in his hand rapidly expanding before turning orange from the characteristic of the skill.
"Gōhadōken!"
BURST!
A bright orange beam shot out Nebula's cupped hand once he threw it ahead, whilst pulling his clenched hand back.
BA-KOOM!
SHOCKWAVE!...
The cube spectacularly detonated upon impact, creating an aerial shockwave that expanded intensely with brute velocity.
WHOOSH!
The others barred Gris and Accelerator guarded themselves from the incoming gusts from Nebula's counterattack.
WINDS!...
"When I called him a firecracker, I was right on the money!" Neptune shouted over the explosion.
"You should've called him a nuke!" The defector followed up.
"I do enjoy some nuclear pasta now and then." Nebula beamed at the epithet.
"This isn't the time for food or theoretical physics. Renzdevouing with Nepgear and the others is a top priority." Gris folded his arms.
"Lead the way, you two." Neptune chirped. "You can tell us about your adventures and stuff while we make our way there." She smiled at the thought of learning more after the dramatic finish she witnessed.
"No prob, Neptune. Let's blow this joint." Nebula pretended to flick a cig before marching off in the direction he sensed the rest of the CPU Candidates.
With that, the other followed suit.
"Carrying you two like this really gives me no use of my arms," Domio complained, after managing to catch both of the twins.
They currently soared over the Gamindustri Graveyard, with the warlock holding both goddess candidates by the waist as he flew.
He showed little signs of tiring due to his magical strength thanks to the several items he consumed over the last few weeks.
"Are we too heavy for you, Domio?" Rom asked, thinking that it was her weight that made him feel obligated to state his plight.
"Hey, don't call us fat!" Ram, on the other hand, took offense to even the implication of being called a fatso by Domio of all people.
"I-I didn't mean it like that! It's just that you two can fly, so why keep my hands tied like this?" The Loweean questioned.
"Because you didn't let us freefall when we jumped off that cliff!" Ram pouted, really wanted to take up the trend of plummeting off the side of a mountain.
"You would've been flattened if I didn't jump after you!" The brunette warlock defended his stance.
"Nuh-uh. We could've transformed before we hit the ground." Rom denied the possibility.
"You should've just done it before you jumped." The warlock sighed. "Man, I do not envy Lady Blanc and her responsibility your big sister." The son of the GPU muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ram snapped at her temporary plane.
LOWER!...
"It means we're heading for landing!" Spotting an open field in the distance, Domio slowly descended from the air to land near the center.
As he approached the ground, he propped himself upright while doing the same for Rom and Ram.
His wings started to dissipate as he neared the ground until they completely faded into tiny crystals that melted in the air.
LAND...
"Okay, I'm sorry for preventing you guys from becoming goddess-shaped holes in the ground." Sarcasm leaked from the warlock's voice.
"You are?" Rom, naïve in her ways truly believed the apology was sincere despite its context.
"It was sarcasm, Rom." Domio sighed before shaking his head. "I'm just glad the two of you are safe." He gave a curt smile.
"Yeah, well, you landed us here and we still haven't gotten any closer to our sisters." Ram pointed out the fault in Domio's actions after being confronted about their own.
"That's true, Ram," Domio admitted. "But I'm going to do something about it instead of pointing out your flaws." He puffed out his chest with the confidence of constructive thinking.
"Like what?" Ram put her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer that would shut her up.
"YES, MAGGOT. WHAT EXACTLY WILL YOU THREE DO?"
An astoundingly menacing voice, metallic in nature beckoned them with a demeaning question.
DARKEN!...
The color in Domio's face drained, with Rom and Ram's eyes turning into comic saucers from fright at the genuinely soul-snuffing voice they heard.
The ground they stood on suddenly had the light above it obscured by a figure easily several meters tall.
SLAM!...
"WHAT WILL YOU MAGGOTS DO WHEN I REND MY HALBRED THROUGH YOUR WORTHLESS FLESH!"
The weapon as mentioned above slammed its bottom end on the ground, creating a ring of dust that quickly spread alongside an echo from the loud crash it made with the floor.
Turning around, the three soon gathered themselves with enough bravery to turn and face the enemy that made itself known before them.
It was a giant floating robot, black with glowing blue accents and details. Yet its design was far more aggressive and threatening than what one expected from its previous state.
SHEEN!
Its wings were once spikes, now replaced with retractable double-edged blades that glistened in the air.
WHIRR!...
Discs attached to its shoulder guards became serrated, occasionally whirring to life with a high-pitched screech.
STATIC...!
His hand crackled with a strange pale blue energy that wasn't dissimilar to lightning, being produced from his own body at will.
ゴゴゴゴ!...
And a lingering silence allowed an air of terror to permeate from this new threat that loomed over the three youths.
"I am CFW Judge no more... YOUR EXECUTIONER IS NONE OTHER THAN CFW JUDGEMENT!"
"Gravedigger of Revengeance"
CFW Judgement
UNTIL THE BITTER END!
"NOW PERISH!" The giant destroyer bellowed, before raising his hand into the air.
CRACKLE...!
The maroon clouds suddenly glowed with a bright blue energy, signifying an incoming lightning strike.
"RUUUUN!" Domio looking up to see what was going on, figured out their fate if they stayed still and immediately screamed while diving away from his current position.
Rom and Ram scrambled from where they stood, scattering with the warlock right before the attack left the heavens.
LIGHTNING!
-BOOM!
A wicked bolt of ionized electricity fell from the skies, cratering the ground with ground-shaking force.
TREMOR...!
This caused the trio of kiddos to stumble from the impact as they fled the immediate area.
They soon regrouped while running as fast as their legs could carry them, fear etched onto their faces from the near game-over experience.
"YOU CAN'T RUN AND YOU DEFINITELY CAN'T HIDE! I CHASE YOU ALL TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!"
B-B-BOOST!
Yet CFW Judgement's movement modules were upgraded to include rocket thrusters, blue flames exploding from the exhausts that gave him a striking increase in speed.
They would not live to see tomorrow if he got his hands on them.
EJECT!
A bladed wing shot out from his back, soaring through the air.
ZOOM...!
It acted as a kinetic missile with the low whistling it made while quickly picking up speed as it descended.
"Gah!?" Ram shouted in fright.
"Eek!" Rom shrieked in terror.
Looking back, Rom and Ram saw the imminent threat before swiveling their heads forward and pushing their untransformed bodies as hard as they could to widen the gap.
SLIDE!...
Domio switched from running to sliding, to use his current momentum to extend his stride, expend less energy, and focus on some level of countering while fleeing.
"Cold Bolt!"
FREEZE!
Sending a bolt of ice, the spell slowed the descent of the attack, yet did nothing to cease its lethality as it almost arrived at its destination.
"Shit!"
FREEZE-FREEZE-FREEZE!
More Cold Bolts were blasted, yet they only froze small areas of the blade for the effort that Domio put into his spells.
"What are we gonna do?!" Rom squeaked, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes.
"Just hold on!"
FREEZE!-
-SLIDE!
Domio told the blue CPU Candidate as he froze a ramp in front of him. Riding off of it, he flew into the air, gaining altitude quickly.
FREEZE!-
-KICK!
Creating a platform on his foot, he made it solid enough to stomp his foot off of it, shattering the object and propelling himself to the projected latitude of where the blade would be in a couple of seconds.
CLUTCH!...
ENLARGEN!...
His hand froze with one of his icy gauntlets before he poured SP into the magical appendage. This caused it to grow exponentially in size meters away from the blade.
"SUBZERO SMASHER!"
CRASH!
SHATTER...!
Smashing the car-sized fist into the kinetic missile, his fist completely shattered from the collision that clashed between Domio's striking strength versus Judgement's wing-piece.
He was shot in the polar opposite direction, his arm stinging in pain from the unforeseen resistance.
ZOOM!-
But it wasn't for naught, as the warlock managed to redirect the double-edged in the opposite direction as well.
BOOM!
"MOTHERFUCKER!" CFW Judgement swore vehemently, his own wing almost stabbing him as he managed to swerve to the side to dodge the attack he originally intended for the three ahead of him.
SKATE!...
Domio landed in between the twins, sweating while holding his burning arm.
"Wow! I can't believe that worked." Ram, admittedly impressed, gave the Loweean youth a rare compliment.
"It didn't come without a cost...!" Domio told the pink CPU Candidate, his knuckles starting to bleed from being nicked by the blades despite his gloved protection.
"Oh no! You need healing!" Rom noticed his wound and offered to heal him. Yet the birthday boy had bigger fish to fry.
"No! We need to get away from him long enough for you guys to transform! There's no way in hell he'll let me regain a pint of the blood he's spilled at this rate!" Domio shook his head before continuing to dash.
"LOOKS LIKE ONE OF YOU HAS A BRAIN IN THAT SKULL OF THEIRS! IT'S A SHAME I'LL CRACK IT WIDE OPEN!" CFW Judgement roared before gripping his halberd and speeding up
BOOST!-
"He's gaining on us!" Ram shouted, as the figure of a bloodthirsty death robot covered by a cone of wind soon made its way towards the three fleeing heroes.
A/N:
Chapter Complete!
It looks like the party has split! Nepgear, Uni, IF, Compa, and the rest have taken the safer route while AL takes to the skies. Will they be able to regroup with everyone?
Nebula and Gris have successfully found the CPUs, and are currently traveling to the location of their sisters. Will they be able to get there without any surprise boss fights?
And it seems that Domio, Rom, and Ram have drawn the worst luck of the party! CFW Judge has upgraded to a new, terrifying form! Can they survive long enough for a fighting chance?
Find out in the coming chapters of Omnidimension Neptunia!
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