Chapter One: The Arrival Re-remastered

"Well, see you guys later." A boy waves goodbye to his friends.

This is Liam Enderson, an amazingly average kid who was wondering what to do with himself. For now he would rather play Neptunia.

He just booted up the game when he heard a high pitch whining and the sound of electricity, quickly increasing in intensity.

"What the hell?" He stared in awe as his computer glowed a vibrant purple.

"Doubt that's supposed to-*KABOOM*" The computer explodes, sending our hero into the dimension of Hyperdimension Neptunia, and destroyed the entirety of his home.

This is where his story begins in earnest.

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(Words in parentheses are Liam's thoughts.)

He was falling, his onyx hair giving him artificial tunnel vision. He couldn't tell if he was falling towards the ground and the relief of death or if he was just…

Falling. Like in one of those damn nightmares.

He screamed. He's not proud of it, but his usually cheerful voice screamed as he plunged deeper into the unknown, and only stopped when he ran out of air and faded into unconscious. For what felt like an eternity he slept, and when he did eventually wake up, he was greeted by the warm sun, fluffy clouds, and a countless number of floating islands. Panic arose in him like it would in any creature in a new environment, but when it passed curiosity overwhelmed him. Only a minute or so later he concluded he was in the game he was playing, but he hasn't played this particular game in a long while and didn't remember much, if any of the details.

"Well, might as well look around and see where in fuckin' Neptunia I am." Liam stood up and dusted off his jeans and black sweatshirt, seeing the silhouette of himself stamped into the ground, with added items of interest nearby.

"Shit. How hard did I hit the ground?" He stared at the blue acoustic guitar laying on the ground a few feet away.

"How did that get here? How did it survive the fall?" He plucked the six pristine strings and glanced over at its nearby case.

"Well, I'm not one to ask." Liam looked around as he was hit in the head by a blue projectile.

"Ow… the hell?" He glared at the offending object to see it was just a reusable plastic bottle.

"Hm." He picked it up and began to wander into the nearby forest, and he wandered until he tripped on a gravestone too worn down to read. Lying on top of the rarely disturbed ground was a staff of gnarled wood, with crystal in the tip. Liam looked around, for he found himself to be, unsurprisingly, alone. He picked it up to look at it closely, it flashed a gold light and he felt an odd sense of connection with it. The crystal on the staff slowly changed colors, from red, to cyan, to yellow, to green, then back to red. The lost boy smiled to himself as he continued walking. A few minutes that felt like days later, he was nearly knocked off his feet by a sudden gust of wind, followed by a explosion.

"What?" He looked in the direction of the sound to see the beginnings of a clearing. He approached as quietly as he could, but he couldn't hear himself over the sound of combat. The clearing was host to four feminine figures engaged in combat with each other, one has distinct purple hair in twin braids that seemed to strike alongside her katana. The second one's snow white hair flowed like a cloak behind her and swings a longsword into the fray. The third one's lime green hair in a ponytail that followed closely behind her as her spear struck the fourth one, whose light blue hair reached to her shoulders with bangs extending a bit farther down blocked the third one's attack with her greataxe and attempted to hack her in two. Liam, the boy with a stick watched from a distance.

"Curiouser and curiouser." He stalks around the edge of the clearing and looks back at the fighters. The four way battle grew more intense as Liam sat and watched. Then he saw movement in the shrubs on the other side of the clearing. He did the dumbest thing to do at the time and walked out of the cover of the foliage. His curiosity took control of him and while he was unknowingly drawing attention off of Purple Heart and drew it to himself.

"Alright me, don't mess this up or else you a dead, son, bitch." He jogged on the edge of the clearing, intent on intercepting whatever was on the other side. Yet he somehow didn't notice the woman fuckin' flying towards him.

"Huh? Shit!" Liam froze and was pinned to a particularly large tree by Green Heart. She was an inch away from impaling him with her spear, massive breasts swaying from the momentum in front of his eyes. (Look at those fuckin' balloons… wait.) Liam was mesmerized by their sheer scale, but used all of his rather limited willpower to look her in the face.

"Who are you." She demanded, as he began to chuckle.

"Wouldn't it be hilarious if I just flew back like balloon's do when you pop them? Just imagine what that would look like." He rubbed his brow while holding back laughter with a tired grin.

"Arrg. Sorry, what were you saying?" Green Heart looked at him puzzled, then imagined what it would look like and smiled. (It worked? Huzza!) She shook her head and grit her teeth.

"Who are you!" She pressed the spear deeper into the wood behind him, completely oblivious to the blue colored combatant flying at her.

"Uhh, duck." Liam points at the assalent and jumps to the side when Green Heart blocks the incoming axe with her spear.

(Phew, that was close.)

The two were re-engaged in the fighting, letting Liam go off on his own. Or, until he was blocked by a massive axe that came this close to making him lose a few pounds off his gut.

"You're not going anywhere asshole! Who are you?!" White Heart roared at him as Green Heart flies back to the fight.

"I'm the guy who fell from the cocking sky, landed here, and is now getting yelled at by cunts, in fucking skin suits!" His fear, anger, and surprise was released at once in an outburst that took him by surprise.

(Shit.)

"What did you just call me?!" Her eye glowed red behind the shadow on her face. He would be more intimidated if she was taller, she only came to his stomach while hovering slightly over the grass, but he was intimidated nonetheless.

"I-I um, aah, I…" he searched for a distraction, but shrugged when he couldn't find anything. "Well I don't have an excuse, I called you a cu-*CRUNCH*" Liam was launched into the air by the fury of White Heart, landing flat on his arse in the middle of the clearing. The sky spins above him from the blow.

"Oo*cough cough*wwch." He coughed up some blood. "That hurt, that hurt a lot.*cough* Ow." He whimpered.

(I'm going to play dead for a while…)

Through squinted eyes he watched as the battle above him grew into a stalemate. Until everyone but Purple Heart froze, as if listening to someone who wasn't there. Purple Heart took the moment of peace to investigate Liam's body, who sat up and quietly used his staff to prop him up.

"Are you okay?" She asks, covered in cuts and bruises.

"You're no better yourself love, I'll live. (Hopefully)" He groans, the goddess looking at him curiously.

"How did you get here?" She prodded Liam limped slowly back to the forest.

"Fell." His answer curt, limping closer to safety. The battle kicked back into action behind him, by the time he was halfway to the woods he looked back, regretting his rudeness. However Purple Heart wasn't there, Black and Green Heart were flying off towards their capitals, and White Heart landed behind him. (Oh boy.)

"Hi, how are ya, sorry I called you a cunt." He smiled weakly.

"Damn right you're sorry. Any other last words?" She demanded with a smirk. Liam chucked in pain.

"Just one, *Ahem*. Are you a boy, or a girl?" The foolish boy asked in his best old man voice. White Heart's grin wilted to rage while Liam laughed in what he thought was his final instances of life. (Worth it.)

"Die!" Her final blow impacted his side, hurling him off the side of the island and into the abyss of clouds. Liam could almost hear her gloating as darkness consumed his eyes once more.

"I am such an asshole, but that was so worth it." He smiled.

End of chapter One.

(Last one I swear)