Once every year, a little fairy flies to an old, abandoned factory.

She flits over the the fluffy clouds of the early morning skies, the sun just beginning to peek over the edge of the horizon as she continues on her way. Few monsters roamed the skies at these times, as many of them were diurnal in nature, preferring the sun as opposed to the moon.

What few that did were massive creatures of immeasurable strength, beings that were considered legendary monsters capable of untold amounts of destruction. Not many of them had actually gone out of their way to attack others though. Their intelligence was high, incredibly so in that they avoided cities often and adapted to the world as easily as humans do.

That, and none of them wanted to arouse the ire of the CPUs. While the CPUs of Lastation, Lowee, and Leanbox were amongst the most powerful of figures in the dimension, there stood one figure at the very top of their fear list. Lady Purple Heart, or Neptune herself. She who brought down Leviathan and spared his life, on account that he wouldn't attack her or the other nations.

But enough of that.

The fairy's light wings brought her to the entrance of her destination, the large factory's outer perimeter quiet and devoid of life. She opens the main entrance doors, and flies inside.

It is a decrepit place, with cobwebs everywhere and the remnants of ancient technology scattered about. Plant life had already long since reclaimed the factory, vines lining the area in abundance. Production facilities and their ilk lie in disrepair throughout the factory, its once bright purple hues now dulled yet still faintly purple. That was something that the creator of this place had always insisted on, only the finest of materials could be used to build such a factory.

None who had found this place believed that it held any significance. What few pieces of technology that may have existed here were long destroyed, and any materials that might have been able to be salvaged were already broken down in nothing. Only adding to that, its location was far into the Nepnep Mountains, territory that had long since been left alone due to its lethal conditions and horrid weather.

As she floated through the dank hallways and production lines, she came upon a little bedroom, or at least what may have once served as a bedroom.

The room was as spacious as it was empty, and where a bed might have gone instead rested a chair, worn and ancient as she was old. Plant life encroached the ornate chair, as she looked up, to gaze at the human like body sitting atop it.

Or rather, the remains of the man, time having taken its constant toll on the body's structure. Withered and emaciated as it had been, only bones remained of the man, save for a cloak of faint red and pants of light purple.

In her arms rested a bouquet of purple hyacinths, many of them belonging to her own garden, lovingly grown over the years. She sets them next to the many bouquets that she had brought in previous years, before sitting down on the man's skull, nostalgia compelling her to do so as she smiled a bit.

"You were always rather hard headed..."

Words begin flowing forth from her mouth, streams of sentences highlighting everything that's happened, as if he could hear her from beyond the grave. If the External Hard Drive truly did exist, she hoped that her words would reach him there.

She spoke, of recent events in the different dimensions, of the history that she's managed to compile, of the curious characters that she's met, of her daily life, and most of all, of the CPUs that she's come to know over her long, long life.

She talks about how Neptune is still lazing about in terms of work, despite her love of battle and the bouts that she frequents herself in. How Noire was still working as hard as she could despite her cosplaying hobbies. How Blanc was still writing her stories. How Vert was still considered to be one of the greatest gamers of the generation. She chuckled, claiming that she could even give him a run for his money, the greatest gamer in the history of the Hyperdimension.

Their quirks, their mistakes, their personalities, their crowning achievements, their moments of simple life, she talks about them all to the man sitting below her.

And yet, it also comes back to one topic in the end. How she missed him dearly, how she speaks of the tearful and joyful moments of reminiscence with him. This time, she talks about how she used to sit on his head like this all the time, the soft strands of his silky hair comforting enough to serenade her into the most pleasant of naps. How she missed him far too much, why his life had been taken from her so soon. Why he couldn't be alive today to be with her.

Alas, the sun began to set, and she ends her tale of Neptune's latest tussle with another Legendary monster known as Ifrit, faint tear tracks lining her cheeks as she wipes them away. She lingers for another moment, basking in the presence of the man for just a little bit longer.

As always, she makes the same promise that she does every time she comes here to visit. That she'll come back soon to visit, for even more stories about the world that he helped create. The world that he revolutionized. To give him more of the precious flowers that he had always loved.

Her blue eyes glimmered as she whispered, "And I shall always remember you."

As she turns away to leave, floating away from the bedroom, she hears something faintly, ghostly in manner yet clear as a bell.

"Thank you, Histoire..."

She smiles, floating away back to the world that she had come to know, as the words of Genesis, Planeptune's original founder and the creator of the CPUs, floated away on the wind...

A/N: Oh good god it's been way too long since I properly wrote anything, and I think the rust shows in this piece. Still though, I'm glad that I got to brush some of the cobwebs off of my writing gears, hopefully in anticipation for more!

Credit to Men-dont-scream on Deviantart, as that's where the inspiration for the story came from.