There honestly wasn't much she could think about other than that. Maybe because if she processed the reality before her even a fraction deeper, it would destroy what little tranquility still managed to flutter around in her heart. She didn't want to think about the Sharicite. She didn't want to think about Chika. And she most certainly did not want to think about you—not the present version of you, all confused and grotesque and sweet and innocent and so terribly vile. Nor was she interested in remembering the you of the past, the one she had a creeping feeling was destined to be left behind and ground into dust and then into nothingness.

None of that mattered. In that moment, she had to clean up the glass on the floor. That was all.

The task dragged on for hours on end—not out of necessity, she was self-aware enough to realize that, but because she never could find a place to comfortably stop. It was only once Chika's hand gently pulled her back to reality that her broom finally came to a halt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Chika's lips trembled and made every word warp. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry."

Vert's arms wrapped around her. Neither pretended it held any warmth.

"How are they doing?" Vert whispered into her ear.

Earlier, Chika had taken it upon herself to look after you, hurriedly guiding you towards your past living space while your lover remained stagnant on the glass-riddled Basilicom floor. You, surprisingly, went along with it rather easily. At least they managed to confirm that the specific brand of corruption you'd fallen victim to only affected your physical form, not your temperament. Good. If that weren't the case, she may have to... No, there was no point thinking about disgusting things like that. You were alive. And, in some horrific way, you were still you.

"They're..." Chika trailed off. "They're still crying, but otherwise, they seem okay."

"And still no signs of aggression?"

"None at all."

"Good. In that case, I have a job for you." Vert pulled away to lock eyes with her. "You go and figure out how to return them back to normal. I'll be in charge of watching over them while you're gone."

"What?! But Lady Vert, what if you get hurt?"

"It's fine. You said it yourself: they're not showing any signs of wanting to attack people. And even if they do try, I'm more than capable of handling them. Or are you judging my capabilities?"

"N-no, but..." Chika frowned.

"Then quit arguing and let me take care of them."

Even at the sound of hissed breath and unsure grumbling, Vert continued to hold her ground on the matter, only untensing her shoulders once her companion relented and left to go and make herself useful somewhere else. She couldn't relax all the way, though. Not yet. She still had you to check up on... whatever that entailed. Honestly, doing this probably only served to hurt the two of you, but hey. It's not as if hurting was anything new.

The door to your room opened aggravatingly smoothly—at least to her, a woman who silently wished for resistance to meet her outstretched hand. Oh well. She had to face the truth head-on eventually, she supposed.

"Darling?"

You didn't respond. Not that she expected you to; Chika's previous time with you made it clear that although you can understand them just fine, the most you could do to express that fact was obedience. She took another step forward.

"Where are you..."

Her heart skipped a beat. Surely you hadn't run away while they were busy talking, right? No. You wouldn't do that.

If you did, though... she would have no choice but to—

Muffled sobbing broke through the barrier of your bathroom door, leaving her so simultaneously startled and relieved that she nearly lost her balance in the process of running your direction. Her hand wrapped its way around the doorknob. It failed to budge.

"Hey... Let me in." She cooed out. Your cries only grew louder.

As the seconds ticked by, it became increasingly clear that you were unwilling to listen to her instructions. It couldn't be that you didn't want anyone to see you; if that were the case, Chika's endeavors would've found themselves equally fruitless. So then... It wasn't that you didn't want anyone to see you. You just didn't want to see her.

The fact itself didn't hurt so much as the knowledge that you were entirely justified. She was the one who called you cute every day, the one who flaunted you around as her adorable lover to everyone in sight, placing so much emphasis on the softness of your eyes and the charming nature of your smile. And when you lost those, she was the first to deem you a disgusting monster and try to murder you.

"Darling, I'm... I'm so, so sorry." She dropped to her knees in front of the still-locked door, almost like a prayer. "Please forgive me. Please..."

The sound of shuffling closer. That's progress. She continued.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I just wasn't thinking clearly, that's all. Everything's okay, so please... Open the door."

Click.

Your bodies collided with one another like bare feet sinking into wet stains on the floor. The bile in her throat almost made that a reality. Still, she managed to choke it down in the name of caring for the person she loves the most. Even if she has to remind herself the entire time who that person is.

"It's okay. We'll be okay." Her arms coiled around your form as best as they could. "Everything will be back to normal soon."

The words only rolled out of her mouth once, yet her mind was another story. After all, you weren't the one she'd been working so hard to comfort.

-

"Oh, you're back."

Vert let her words draw out with a lull. Nonchalance might've not been exactly the most fitting mask for this encounter, but the alternative—panic, rushing, full-blown terror at the thought of what words might spill out of Chika's mouth any second now—hardly appetized her. So, there they were. Standing in place. Avoiding eye contact. Anything but pushing forward and doing what had to be done.

"Have you been well?"

"Ah, yes..." Chika blinked hard. "Planeptune's Basilicom is never short of snacks."

Of course. If there was anyone in the world who would know what to do in their situation, or at least who else to ask, it would be Histoire. At least Chika got that much right. Still, for her to have properly followed through on Vert's orders just to come back with that same morose expression...

"Let's not beat around the bush any further. I see you've clearly spoken to Histoire about the matter at hand. Go on, tell me what she said."

Chika flinched. Not good.

"Well, ah, she said, uh—"

"Say it."

"...There's nothing we can do. As far as we can tell, they'll be this way forever."

The words barely came out as anything more than a whisper before her choked sobs took over, and yet they echoed against the walls loud enough to send Vert reeling with vertigo. Her vision wobbled, as did the floor. When did she get down here?

There's nothing they can do.

She could see Chika's face in front of her own, streams of tears rolling down her cheeks, but no sound.

You'll be this way forever.

A drop of water ran down her own.

Forever.

"Good morning, darling."

The door clicked behind Vert as she strolled into your room. Once again, you had made a home out of a section unviewable to the naked eye, but only for a little while. It wasn't long before she heard a familiar shuffling noise, followed shortly by the sight of you clumsily making your way forward. Apparently you hadn't quite gotten the hang of your new body yet. Not like she could blame you. She forced herself to smile, praying that it looked believable enough. You responded in kind by inching forward a little further. Good. Just what she wanted.

"Chika returned home yesterday with news."

You visibly perked up, although she really wished you hadn't. There was only so much of your sobbing her poor heart could take; knowing that her next words would wipe away that smile and bring all that sorrow back... No. It had to be done sooner or later.

"Unfortunately, it's not good news. There's no way to change you back. You..." Her lips quivered. "You'll be this way for the rest of your life."

The information wafted in the air towards you slowly, suffocatingly—and just like suffocation, it was only a matter of time before you were left wheezing and dry heaving and shaking and wishing for anything that would make things right again, anything that would stop the pain, anything to stop your own existence from feeling so terribly wrong.

Her arms wrapped around you. After all, what kind of goddess would she be if she couldn't even grant the desires of her most loyal devotee?

"Sh... It's okay, it's okay..." The words rung out with a warm, gospelesque tone. "Don't be afraid."

She held your thrashing form in place with all her strength, patiently waiting until, at long last, your body slumped onto hers. Then, she let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"I love you, darling."

You were everything she wanted, plain and simple. Your eyes shone with this endearing glow of childlike innocence that never faded, even when the world tried its best to snuff it out. And that smile, god that smile... How in the world has nobody claimed you for themselves yet?! Not that she'd want that, of course, but still. It boggles her mind how a cutie like you was just roaming around town all alone, no ring or anything to mark you as taken.

Naturally, she had to change that.

"Come on! I can pay you way more than whoever's running this dingy old shop. I'll even throw in some... ahem, special bonuses your way if you behave well." She offered you a flirty wink, an occurrence you've grown to expect by now. Still, you blushed and shied away from her gaze.

"But I can't just quit without notice... That'd be rude."

"It's fine, it's fine!" Her hands glided over the exposed skin of your arm. "I'm sure they'll understand. And besides, I already told them you were quitting. Now hurry up!"

Not caring to listen for any further objections, she took advantage of said physical contact and started dragging you away from your now-former employer. A giggle bubbled up from her throat. Oh, you two were going to have so much fun together! Where would she even begin? Hm... There was that set of matching cosplays she'd been eyeing up last night—or maybe she should strap you down and force you to watch her favorite anime with her first? So many choices to pick from...

Nothing wrong with that, though! She'd simply have to hold onto you as tight as possible; that way, you'd have all the time in the world to spend together.

-

And spend time together you did! Honestly, you slotted into Vert's life far more naturally than she ever could've anticipated. You even managed to win Chika over. Chika! Then again, with that overflowing cutesy charm of yours, she supposed she couldn't be all that surprised.

As year after year passed by, the two of you found yourselves sinking deeper and deeper into a cozy, domestic life. Well, even more than Vert already had before meeting you. It turns out that you're way, way softer and more suited for cuddling than any body pillow she's had in the past—and that means a lot, given the... completeness of her collection. So, naturally, she wasn't so keen on going on any long expeditions or the like.

Which is exactly why fate decided to send Chika knocking at her bedroom door to do just that.

"I don't wanna go! I don't wanna I don't wanna! Can't you just do it yourself?" Vert whined while wrapping herself around you like a koala, all the while glaring daggers at the rude intruder who dared ask her to do her job.

"I can't. I'm really sorry." Chika frowned. "Apparently, the situation's gotten pretty bad. Some people even..."

The air grew cold.

"Alright, I'll go."

The limbs that once entangled you within the grasp of your goddess lifted themselves off of you one by one. Her lips pressed into the center of your forehead. Once, she told you that those kisses of hers were actually super powerful magic spells that would protect you from all the world's evil and cruelty, so long as you stayed by her side. It didn't really matter if you bought her story or not; hearing you giggle at the sound of her antics was more than enough. She leaned over you.

"You take care of yourself while I'm gone. Okay, darling?"

"Mhm..." You groaned and started to fall back asleep. That is, until a barrage of kisses forced your eyelids back open. Familiar laughter burst out of your vocal cords—a little treat Vert simply had to indulge in one last time before heading off.

Chika forced a cough, indirectly urging her to part from you. She sighed. If only she had a little sister who could do all this hard CPU work for her... Oh well. She'd just run over, defeat whatever generic monster of the week showed up this time, and come right back to your welcoming arms once more. No biggie.

-

That was a lie. It was very much a biggie.

By the time that ridiculous hunk of metal gone haywire finally was dealt enough blows to short circuit, Vert had suffered a great many of her own. It was fine, though. She could handle it. Still... Ugh, this is exactly why she hates these stupid missions they love sending her out on lately. Just because Chika can conjure up some Sharicite to heal her wounds doesn't stop it from hurting!

She pushed open the front door of the Basilicom and wobbled her way in. It only took a mere blink of her eyes for you and Chika to show up right in front of her.

"Vert, are you okay?!" You cried.

"Relax, I'm fine." She forced a smile before turning towards poor Chika, who clearly needed that advice more than anyone. "Would you mind... making..."

She felt her body smack into the ground.

Why? She'd been perfectly fine before then. Sure, a little bruised and a lot annoyed, but nothing she couldn't handle. The cuts in her skin weren't even that deep. So why couldn't she move?

You were crying. What an awful sound.

"There's poison in her wounds!"

Oh. Was that it? Well, that would make a lot of sense in retrospect. She did feel unusually dizzy on the way here...

A burning sensation rubbed against the skin on the back of her legs. You were dragging her. Poor thing. You sounded so scared. Chika did too. What was she even doing? Faint sounds of machinery whirred and buzzed around her, but something wasn't right.

Oh.

Silly girl. She was trying to rush the Sharicite-making process. Didn't she learn from that one time she nearly blew up the whole building to be more careful?

There was... another thing that could happen if you messed up while making it.

What was it?

What   was   it   ?

A piercing shriek. And then another.

All of a sudden, Vert's vision flushed pure white as a surge of electric waves crashed into her—a sensation she knew all too well. As her eyesight cleared, she peered down at herself and confirmed what she'd already surmised; Chika had successfully created and used a shard of Sharicite on her. She paused and breathed in, then out. Nothing felt out of place. So then, why did... Before she could finish that thought, the sound of glass shattering grabbed her attention and forcefully steered her head to the side.

Oh god. What the hell was that thing?

It was getting closer to Chika—oh god it was going to hurt Chika—

"Stay away from her!" Vert's body immediately went into motion, one hand armed with a spear and the other dragging her Oracle behind her for cover. Choked sobs reverberated from the girl, yet she couldn't bring herself to turn around. Not when that was inching closer and closer by the second. She readied her weapon, but not before locking eyes with the creature just a second too long. She faltered.

It was crying. Crying with those sweet, innocent eyes that only one person in the world could ever hope to possess. Her spear clanged onto the floor. So did her knees.

"...Darling?"

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Blanc launched out of her seat, but the sound of an alarm ringing out halted her in place just before her fist could collide with Noire's stomach. They, as well as the other members of their group, looked over at one of the girl's lit-up phone screens. Club time was officially over.

"See, what did I tell you? You all waste too much time goofing off and debating over random nonsense. At this rate, it really will be a hundred years before we finish the Console War..."

This, my dear readers, is the CPU club, a collection of college kiddos who act anything but their age—save for Noire, the sole member of their clique in charge of maintaining some level of order and professionalism. Their personalities and work ethics vary from member to member, yet they all have joined together for one reason and one reason only: they're delusional as fuck. Each of these girls believes themself to be the reincarnation of a Goddess from another world, all destined to duke it out and decide who deserves to rightfully rule as the True Goddess.

But, of course, they're still regular college kids. With no magic or physical land to rule over, how could they ever come up with a fair system to gauge who's earned this prestigious title?

That's why you're here, silly! A Goddess is nothing without a loyal follower. Therefore, it's up to you, the poor passerby who just so happened to be around at the perfect time to get snatched up by one of its members, to stay by their side as they roleplay their chuunibyou fantasies and pick the one you deem the most worthy. Or, if we're being honest, the most smoochable.

Anyway, on to our love interests—ahem, Goddesses!

- Vert -

CPU Name: Green Heart

Ruler of: Leanbox

Weapon of Choice: Polearm

Strengths: My overwhelming charm and charisma, not to mention my far above average looks... especially in the chest department ;)

Weaknesses: None Vain and prone to provoking other members. Sore loser. - Noire

Why do you believe you deserve to become the True Goddess?: Looking at the rest of the options here, isn't it obvious? Come on, just pick me already! I'll give you a special reward if you do <3

Ah, Vert. The reason this club formed in the first place, as well as the one who dragged you into this whole mess. As her form implies, she believes that the best way to earn your love is through using her womanly charms. And lord is she not subtle at all about it. From her revealing outfits to her proclivity for hugging your arm suspiciously tight, she's determined to prove to you that only she's capable of fulfilling your desires—especially physical ones. Wink wink wink.

Unfortunately for her, this line of reasoning isn't exactly popular with the others. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that they've set up a system where they roleplay-battle against one another to decide things like who gets to sit by you, who gets to spend alone time with you, etc. But alas, they have, and her constant goading almost always leads to her being targeted by Blanc right from the get-go.

But that's fine! While it is true that she often misses out on rewards, that just makes her all the more determined to garner your attention after the fact—despite Noire making it very clear that things like sending you... interesting photos are against the rules. Hey, as long as you don't rat her out, nobody will know.

That's how she is when she's with you or at the club. Outside of that, though, is an entirely different story. All that immaturity and childishness that defines her Goddess persona goes right out the window during normal school activities, often leaving you feeling as if you're witnessing an entirely different person altogether. She's cool and composed. If someone compliments her, she gets shy and humbly thanks them, making sure to throw in a kind word their way herself.

Of course, this is nothing more than a mask she forces herself to wear while out in public. The moment she gets you alone, she's right back to clinging onto you like a madwoman and begging you to choose her as your lover—I mean, the True Goddess already!

- Blanc -

CPU Name: White Heart

Ruler of: Lowee

Weapon of Choice: Hammer, Axe

Strengths: I'm responsible and willing to stand for what I believe in.

Weaknesses: Blanc left this one blank, so I guess I have to fill this part out. Again. Easy to anger, often leading to derailed meetings. Doesn't talk much outside of that. - Noire

Why do you believe you deserve to become the True Goddess?: I take my role way more seriously than Neptune and I don't feel the need to flaunt my chest around like Thunder Tits just to fuel my ego.

Blanc's honestly the one that is the hardest to get close to—at least at the start. Not only is she the quietest of the bunch, but the moments where she does speak are usually to cuss out Vert or yell battle cries in the middle of their roleplay sessions. It also doesn't help that her recklessly singling out Vert in said sessions often leads to the other two members taking advantage of her tunnel vision to take her out of the running early.

Still, she finds ways to make herself endearing to you, even if many of them are unintentional. Her relative reservedness allows you a safe space to breathe when the others' constant vying for your attention gets to be too much to handle, and yet her occasional shows of affection help remind you that she cares just as deeply as anyone else in the room. And, of course, her fits of anger can be rather entertaining.

As far as interacting with you outside of club activities, she's very partial to both digital interactions and communicating via letters. The only problem is that she's not exactly good at either. Texts from her come off as dry at best and outright hateful at worst, especially if you're someone who's been trained to see full stops and single-worded messages as signs of silent rage.

While her letters are better in that regard, they're riddled with their own unique issues, the worst of them being that, well... She just kind of sucks at writing. It's a miracle that she was even accepted into this college, honestly, with how barebones and choppy her sentences are.

Then again, maybe this just goes to show how dedicated she is to working hard despite her shortcomings. Slow and steady wins the race, she believes, and that includes the one for your heart.

- Noire -

CPU Name: Black Heart

Ruler of: Lastation

Weapon of Choice: Short Sword

Strengths: I'm hardworking and, frankly, the only one who gets things done around here.

Weaknesses: Okay, I'll admit that I'm a bit of a control freak and sometimes push others away. But at least I'm self-aware enough to admit that!

Why do you believe you deserve to become the True Goddess?: I believe I am capable and driven enough to perform the duties this position entails. Still, it's ultimately up to you who you choose, so I'll let my abilities speak for themselves.

And we finally get to the beating heart of this club, Noire! As mentioned before, she may not have been the one to get this club started, but she's absolutely the one that keeps it from falling apart at the seams. That's not to say she does literally everything on her own; Blanc has enough self-respect to volunteer to help regularly. As the club's leader, though, she can't help but hoard all the actually important work for herself, worrying that the others won't do as good a job as she will.

To be fair, her fears are more than reasonable. Just take a look around at her fellow weirdos and you'll see that even if she was willing to rely on the others, they wouldn't be nearly as enthusiastic nor capable. It sucks, but it also gives you quite the convenient opening if you wish to pursue her. See her scrunching up her face while staring at a stack of papers? Go ahead and offer to lend her a hand—and then offer a few more times, so as to bypass her gut reaction of waving off your proposal. Eventually, she'll come to learn that you really are willing to help shoulder her burdens.

It's only then that you'll finally start to see the real Noire in all her glory, and not just the exasperated, worn-out version of her usually present during club meetings. She's snarky, yet sweet. Distant, yet willing to open up as she feels progressively safer in your presence.

Most notably, she is remarkably loyal. Perhaps to a fault, even. Noire was never exactly the social type before meeting you, being much more inclined to focus on her studies over making new friends and the like. That's wonderful for her grades, but her heart? Not so much. She's a lonely soul deep down who's been silently yearning for someone who she can rely on just as much as they do her, someone who she can be silly and genuine with instead of being stuck as the girl people shove their responsibilities onto and otherwise ignore.

So, she's not saying you have to pick her, but... would you at least consider it?

- Neptune -

CPU Name: Purple Heart

Ruler of: Planeptune

Weapon of Choice: Katana, Broadsword

Strengths: I'm a cutie patootie AND a sleeping beauty!

Weaknesses: Lazy and irresponsible. - Noire

Why do you believe you deserve to become the True Goddess?: Because I'm the main character, duh doy!

With Neptune's slothful attitude, it's hard to believe she even cares about all this Goddess stuff, much less to the extent of putting in the work to show up every day. And that's because she kind of... doesn't? Whenever you ask her about the topic in any serious manner, she just brushes you off with some playful remark or pun, to the point where you don't even bother asking anymore. Still, going off what little she does share, it seems to be a matter of her viewing the competition as nothing more than a fun game to help pass the time.

So she claims... yet her behavior during "battle" sure seems to say otherwise. Somehow, she's managed to find a perfect balance between being too timid and appearing as an easy target and being so bold that the others see her as a threat. That is, for the first few rounds. Once the rest of the group grows wise to her game, she suddenly finds herself being the first one out—even before Vert, for Goddess's sake!

By nature of her winning so much at the start, you two have built quite the bond, even without any special effort on your part. It kind of just happened, you know? And honestly, as much as the other girls are nice, you can't help but miss the constant lazing around with her, downing copious amounts of junk food in one sitting and all those other bad habits you usually try and stave off.

When you first met, you flushed in embarrassment and averted your eyes at the sight of her leaning forward. After all, the angle made her... you-know-where extra visible. Surely she didn't realize what she was doing, right? It would be rude to stare at an innocent woman like that. Especially one of such high status.

After several of her visits, though... Yeah. She knew what she was doing; you were sure of it. With each meeting, her advances grew more and more apparent. First, there were kind words and gentle, innocent-seeming touches. Then, they progressed to flirty remarks. Her chest pressing into your arm as she held onto it. Before you knew it, she even adopted numerous pet names for you. Her favorite was—

"Did you receive the gift I sent you, my beloved?" You looked up from your paperwork to lock eyes with her. She peered at you expectantly.

"Oh, right. Um, what is it supposed to be exactly?" Although you had opened the present delivered to you earlier, the contents puzzled you. The clothing inside looked oddly similar to what you were currently wearing, yet it had green details on it instead. And the words "Vert's property" etched on the inside.

"Well, I was thinking about our future together, and..." She leaned in further, pressing her warmth deeper into your skin. "You should come work for me instead. I mean, it's better than working here with that flat-chested shorty, isn't it?" She batted her eyes at you.

"What was that, you thieving bitch?!"

The two of your heads turned. Uh oh. Apparently, Blanc had decided to take a break from reading and, instead, walked in at the worst moment possible.

"See, darling? Listen to how immature she is. I, on the other hand, am incredibly mature. Both mentally and physically, as you can see." She continued to flaunt her body, a regular habit of hers.

"Vert..." You smiled nervously at her. Honestly, as much as you loved Lowee, the thought of switching roles excited you just as much. Getting so much attention from a woman like her was... well, you would be lying if you said she wasn't your type. If you did actually say that out loud, though, you're certain Blanc would kill you on the spot.

"Grr, enough with the lovey-dovey act! You have your own damn Oracle, so quit trying to steal mine." She snarled at you two.

Vert's demeanor remained smug, condescension oozing from her fake smile. "I see your brain's just as small as the rest of your body. You still don't understand, do you?" Her fingers intertwined with yours.

"They already belong to me."

In a rush, Vert's hand tightly grasped yours as she pulled you outside of the Basilicom. Before you or Blanc could process her actions, she'd already dragged you all the way out into the bustling street. A look of determination coated her blue eyes.

"We're almost at the train station, my beloved." Indeed, as you looked up ahead, you quickly spotted the aforementioned location. You couldn't help but wonder if its proximity was a part of her plan all along.

Once you two successfully entered the train, you stopped to catch your breath. Turns out being an Oracle doesn't train your lung capacity much. She looked at you with sympathetic eyes, before rubbing your back and guiding you towards a set of empty seats.

"There, there. Why don't you rest your head on my lap? I'm sure you're exhausted."

"I'm fine, but... what about my job? I can't just abandon my role as Lowee's Oracle like that." You attempted to deny her offer. Yet, as she gently cradled your head and guided it downwards, you wound up resting on her supple thighs anyway.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure they'll find someone else to hire in no time." Her palm moved back and forth over your head, gently lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

As she looked down at you, she smiled to herself. Look at you, being so precious and vulnerable. It hurt her heart to think about how much you must've suffered, being forced to work so hard by that rude, little demon. It's okay now, though. She'll treat you so, so well.

Anti-Vert's Saber got near the Reverb and he came to your side of the car. "Hey sexy! He thinks he's better than me. Let me show you what I can do." He said before charging towards Vert's Saber. Vert got really angry when his alternarive self called you "sexy". God, he wanted to punch his anti-self's perfect teeth. "If you are trying to challenge me, you're doing a terrible mistake! I'm gonna kick your butt!" Vert said. "That will be in your dreams. The woman/man is mine!" Anti-Vert said. "No, mine!" Vert muttered. "She/he is mine!"

You were watching the entire thing. Each time Vert gets pushed back by his anti self, Anti-Vert has a grin on his face. He knows you are still watching the fight. But, you suddenly can't see them because the Reverb has gone away from them. "Stanford. Follow the girl/boy and try to wreck their Reverb." Anti-Vert said. "Consider it done!" He said. You saw Anti-Stanford following the Reverb really tightly. "Ohmygosh. Please go faster!" You said. "I am!" Stanford swerved the car left and right. Trying to avoid the sonic attacks. His anti self got to your side and you gasped when he made his car push the Reverb to the side. Both Stanford and his evil self pushed each other back and forth. "Coming here was a bad idea..." You regreted annoying Vert. This is what Vert has been warning you about. Something like this always happen. Suddenly, Anti-Stanford pushed his vehicle too hard on the Reverb. Causing the mirror on your side to break. Shards of glasses fell onto your arm. It's sharp sides grazed your skin. Causing a cut on the thin layer of skin. But enough to bleed. It stinged a little. "We'll get away from.... Me..." Stanford somehow managed to turn the Reverb, making it face his anti self. They both sonic blasted each other. Stanford and his anti self took the hit, causing the Reverb to be pushed back. You hit your head really hard on the back and on the side..... The glass shards cut the side of your cheek. It started to bleed and your head hurts fr om hitting the back too hard. "(Y/N)!!! You're bleeding!!!" Stanford gasped in horror. "I'm... I'm okay... Just go!" You said. The Reverb took off, leaving Anti-Stanford alone. You started to feel nauseous and a splitting headache took place. "I... I don't feel so good..." You said, covering your mouth. Trying not to vomit because of how the Reverb's movement is. "I'll take you somewhere that'll keep you safe!" Stanford said.

Stanford parked the Reverb on a small cave. A cave where it's not clearly seen. Both you and Stanford got out. You sat on the floor, leaning onto the wall, as Stanford inspected your injuries. "I don't have an emergency kit. Sorry about that..." Stanford apologized. "N-no it's okay." You said, as you took out your handkerchief from your pocket. You placed it on your cheek, hoping the bleeding will stop. "I should be the onr who's sorry. I shouldn't have come here." You said sadly. "It's okay (Y/N)." Stanford smiled. "You stay here. The Reverb is already damaged. If you're in it, then it'll cause more injuries to you. Our opposites won't find you." Stanford said as he got inside the Reverb. He disappeared into the distance and you sighed. "I shouldn't have come here..."

Vert and his anti-self kept pushing their vehicles on each other, causing a lot of damage. He chuckled. "You already know that soon, the woman/man that you have brought with you on your mission will be mine! I already know it. You're weak!" He said. "Not gonna happen!" Vert shouted. Then Anti-Vert saw the Reverb coming out from the side of a mountain, but you weren't there with him. "Are you sure Vert?" Anti-Vert asked before violenly pushing Vert's Saber with his blades. Vert's vehicle flipped over and Anti-Vert went to where Stanford came.

You started to feel lightheaded and your head was throbbing and you placed your hand on the back of your head. You felt warm liquid covering your palm. It was blood. You sighed, praying the team will come back to get you. You laid down and curled up like a ball, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, you heard a vehicle coming towards you. It sounded like the Saber. You felt relieved for Vert being here and you got up... Only to see his alternative self staring at you. He chuckled. "Are you trying to rest my love?" He asked. "I'm not your love! Leave me alone!" You said, as you stood up. "You don't know what I am capable of. I'm way better than the Vert from your homeworld." He said. "Oh no no no. You are just a freak. I don't like men like you!" You shouted. He looked at you with no emotion. He took a step towards you and you took a step back. "Me? A freak? Ha! You don't know me well dear." Vert said. "And you don't know me as well. I'm capable of fighting you off. I have a black belt in karate!" You exclaimed. Suddenly, Anti-Vert just burst out into laughter. "Do you really expect me to believe that?! You don't look like the type to be violent." He said. "Oh, But I am. Don't mess with me!" You said. He took a step forward and you lunged at him, ready to punch his face. But, he grabbed both of your wrist. "Hm... A black belt in karate, huh?" He said, mockingly. "I-I just went e-easy on you!" You said, as you tried to pull yourself out of his grip. But, he was too strong. "Don't even try. You're weak!" He said. You mentally slapped yourself from doing that stupid move. The amount of energy you took to get out of his grip made you feel as if the world was spinning around you. Your legs became weak and you almost fell down, but Anti-Vert caught you. He grazed his fingers on the cut on your cheek. "Looks like Stanford got a little harsh on you...". "I'm very sorry about that..." He suddenly pinned you against a wall.

He looked at how vulnerable you are. It didn't take long to smash his lips onto yours. You couldn't protest as your body felt like jelly. He stopped kissing you as you bit his tongue harshly. "Gah!" He hissed in pain. You fell down on the floor. "D-don't do i-it a-again...." You spoke. Your voice was weak. The blood from his tongue starts to drip down from his mouth. "I would love my woman/man to be a little more compliant. I don't mind playful biting.... But, not in a way it'll stop someone from kissing you..." He said. "Go... To... Hell!" You spat. He just laughed. "You will be under my control when I take you away from them!" He said, with a wicked smile.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU SACK OF SH*T!!!" Someone shouted from the distance. You both looked at who it was. It was Vert. Your Vert. He ran towards his anti-self and kicked him in the guts. Anti-Vert grunted in pain. "You will seriously gonna regret doing that!" He said. "YOU WILL SERIOUSLY GONNA REGRET TAKING MY WOMAN/MAN AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Vert shouted. Then, both Vert and his alternative self started to have a fist fight. You couldn't move or speak, and you laid down almost unconscious.

Vert somehow beaten his anti-self down. He ran to you and picked you up. "You're bleeding!!!" He gasped as he felt the warm liquid from your head. He ran out of the cave and placed you inside the Reverb. "Get her/him home! Now!" He ordered. Stanford nodded and he took you to the hub. He went back to the Saber and looked at his anti-self. "You and I are gonna have a fight. With our vehicles..." He said.

Part 2 (Coming Soon)