AU - Hi ya'll!

Now, I'm aware that one shouldn't publish too many of their stories, otherwise they will be caught up trying to update each one, thus losing valuable time that could be spent editing. However, I wished to give this story a spot on my updated stories list since I worked on this one as much as my OEG: Rebirth story. This has been written while at college, so unfortunately there's not as many pre-written chapters, only about 30 or so, but this should satisfy those who want to see more of my content.

Also in regards to pairings, I'm uncertain for now. I initially though of another OC x Harem like OEG rebirth, but variation has to exist between stories otherwise they'll feel like the cliché bullshit we know today. Also, since I wrote this at college, once I reach the number of chapters I've previously written, updates will slow, so sorry about that. I intend to complete both stories, though, so don't worry about that!

Plus, writing OC's is a specialty of mine, as you've all seen in OEG: Rebirth.

Now then, chapter start!

Chapter 1 - Arrival of an unknown

Gamindustri, a land filled with magic, monsters and girls that transform into busty ladies in skin-tight swimsuits whilst holding dangerous and sharp futuristic weapons, well some of them are not very busty when they transform, but never tell them that to their faces – these are the goddesses. Four main goddesses rule over the nations of Gamindustri, in peace and prosperity. These are:

Planeptune, the Land of Purple Progress, ruled by Purple Heart or Neptune,

Lastation, the Land of Black Regality, ruled by Black Heart or Noire,

Leanbox, the Land of Green Pastures, ruled by Green Heart or Vert,

Lowee, the Land of White Serenity, ruled by White Heart or Blanc,

These nations, along with their goddesses, stand side-by-side in peace to protect the land from any danger that dare to show itself. Events seem peaceful enough, but there is always something lurking in the dark places of the world, there is always something waiting to show itself and strike a deadly blow against the goddesses, there is always something that these villains seek above all else: power. In this case, it would not be the rogue organisation taking their shares, nor would it be anything they would have expected. They think they know what monsters were, those weird looking ones that emit a less threatening presence than what they should be.

However, they were going to learn a lesson: what a REAL monster was.

'Oh man, I'm so totally stoked! This is the best highlight of my day!' one young protagonist male of 17 years of age squealed in his mind, joy coursing through him like a hyperactivity-inducing drug as he headed home, carrying a plastic bag filled with goods from his favourite anime of all time: Tokyo Ghoul. Tokyo Ghoul was an all-time favourite not only in anime but also in Manga form. It was widely popular in both Japan and in the European regions, and while many see the manga as better than the anime, he himself just enjoyed them, especially that mind-blowing opening.

He was a tall, but lean built young man, about 6 foot. His hair was a dark brownish colour, with his eyes a dark green. He had a slight moustache forming above his upper lip, and a hairless chin. He wore a dark green coloured jacket, with lighter green highlights, as well as lighter green stripes below the shoulders. On the left breast, there was a small light green badge with a V in the centre. Underneath that was a dark blue shirt with an orange flaming ball with a black outline designed into the centre. On his lower body, he wore a pair of black jeans with orange flame designs along the bottom of the leg sleeves, and a pair of dark green sneakers with matching flame designs, and lighter green soles.

It didn't take him long to return to his apartment. Unlike most people, he lived alone because he was an orphan. It had been so for years on end, ever since first his father, his mother, and his uncle, which was the most recent family loss, went to the other side. He didn't care much for his uncle, asshole had it coming, but his mother and father were completely different stories. He didn't remember them much, but they did have family photos of them, hidden from his Uncle of course. Then there was the family heirloom that his family had left behind for him, something he had kept away from his Uncle so he didn't get his grubby mits on what he had left from them. When his Uncle passed on, as the public thinks, he had been able to salvage the heirloom becoming its last owner since every other family member he had was either dead or unwilling to take him in. His father disappointed many majorly for marrying his mother for whatever reason, but he didn't care.

Entering his apartment, the boy kicked off his trainers and began heading towards the living room. It was a simple arrangement; there was a table in the middle of the room with 2 2-seat sofas arranged in a perpendicular formation around it, with a TV in the corner. There was a small box on top of the TV, a box containing his family heirloom: A black ring made out of form fitting leather, a ring that had grey coloured punkish spike stubble on it. He had always wondered why something like that was an heirloom, but didn't really put any more thought into it.

'Alright Vent, it's time to watch some badassery known as Tokyo Ghoul!' the now named Vent thought while rubbing his hands like a stereotypical evil genius with a matching grin. He'd deal with his new merchandise later, he wanted to watch some of the first season for now. With that in mind, Vent went to the TV, plucking out a DVD box that was the entire first season of Tokyo Ghoul, before inserting the Disk into the built in DVD player on the side of the TV. His Uncle may have been an asshole, but he did have connections and riches despite his… habits, and combined with his inheritance from his parents, and Vent had little need of a job for years to come. He'd finished Highschool earlier than most because of his above average learning ability and unique learning curve, so he was taking a small break to wind down.

The screen began to boot up, so Vent went to one of the Sofas and plumped down on it, the cushion bending under his sudden weight. As the screen flickered to life and the usual adverts began rolling, Vent began to think to himself, 'honestly, I have no idea what I wanna do with my life now. I never really had any goals in mind when I finished Highschool, nothing grand anyways. Even though my father's family was popular and the like, I don't want to be anything like them. Bastards just left me to rot after my asshole of an Uncle died so…'

Just then, right before the main menu of the DVD came up the screen suddenly changed. To his shock, it became a pure white screen, with a slow-to-form power button symbol appearing on the centre. "What the…? Is the DVD broken…?" Vent exclaimed while getting up to check on the DVD Disk. However, he couldn't get the player open, which proved to frustrate him greatly. He didn't want one of his favourite Anime DVD's to be broken! That would suck!

The screen slowly began glowing, drawing his attention. "Okay, what the FUCK is going on here?" he wondered, groaning in frustration. 'If this is another fuckup I have to deal with thanks to my Uncle…' before he could get up and ring for an engineer, the screen began to flash, and in that moment Vent felt that his mind was slowly falling into slumber, AKA he was falling unconscious. He tried to fight it, but the sensation grew with each and every second that passed. Finally, he fell backwards, landing back first on the Table. But for some strange reason his body wasn't injured by the fall. Before he finally closed his eyes, the last thing Vent heard was a voice, and it said 'it is time. Arise, young warrior. Your home needs you…'

"Finally… he is returning to his roots."

"It's still surprising that one managed to escape HER wrath when you were alive and… physical."

"Not really, she was always resourceful, plans within plans. She must have put some of her essence out of her body before the fated battle, and that essence must have travelled to that world. In the end though, that would serve to better her own world in the process, giving us hope when all seemed lost."

"Yes, I must agree. It is still difficult to believe things have gotten this bad. However, even I must admit that faith can be fickle at the worst of times. And this is all my fault anyways, if I hadn't done what I did back then, perhaps things wouldn't have ended up this way, and HE would not have had to come to his true home with such circumstances."

"You had no idea back then, nor could you have known with the situation being as it was at that time. Do not blame yourself for something almost entirely out of your control. Instead, focus on the desire to save them."

"I know. However, I fear these doubts will linger until we save them from HER scheme. If we are to be victorious, we will need all the help we can get. Are you sure that it is wise to bring the boy over here? He will not know a thing."

"Indeed, I am sure. The boy may not know it, but he on his own is a miracle for those girls. It is proof enough that they do not need to fear finding a suitable mate… that they do not have to remain alone."

"Let's just hope he survives long enough for me to meet him."

"Yes, lets."

Consciousness finally returned to Vent as he groaned, a dull headache throbbing inside him. "Ugh, somebody get the licence plate of that truck?" he mumbled to himself while getting to a sitting position. The moment his hands touched the ground though, his headache was forgotten as his eyes widened. Shuffling his hands for a second, he looked down and saw that he was not on the floor of his house, but what looked like charred earth. 'Holy- what the fuck?!'

This was NOT what he recalled when he had last been conscious! Why was the ground charred? Why wasn't he in his house, did someone come in and kidnap him? And if so how the fuck was that possible?! Burglary was a serious crime you know, and someone should have noticed any shady figures unlocking the doors to someone's house, no matter the situation! And why the hell did his alarms not work when this was going on?! WHAT. THE. FUCK?!

Quickly getting to his feet and noting that he had his sneakers on, Vent looked around trying to get a clear view of his apparent new surroundings. If he thought that would make the confusion any clearer, he was dead wrong, for there was nothing familiar about wherever he had ended up. All around him, death had a form, with large piles upon piles of nothing but junk, destroyed consoles, wires sprawled all over the place, even several dead people in ceremonial kimonos here and there. The skies above were not a bright blue like he remembered, but a fierce, bloody red, with constant clouds concealing the sun from view. This made telling the time via the sun and stars practically impossible for him, much to the male's irritation.

And irritation plus confusion was a VERY bad combination.

Constantly Vent shifted around, his eyes wide with shock, fear and confusion. He couldn't recognise where he was at all, nothing was recognisable to him right now. After a few minutes, the male forced himself to calm down, taking a few deep breaths while his wide eyes slowly shrunk back to the usual circular position, a calmness overtaking him thanks to the fresh oxygen in his lungs. Although, it didn't taste very good, it had the scent of out-dated oils mixed with iron.

Once he was (reasonably) calm again, Vent decided to check and see if he was alone. If he was, then he could formulate a plan in peace, but if he wasn't then he would have to verify if they were an enemy. One of the rules to survive in the wilds was to confirm one's territory by verifying the wildlife and flora within a certain radius. This was key, else an unknown predator may stumble upon you in your sleep then take you as its next easy meal. Closing his eyes, Vent calmed everything in his mind, focusing only on what his senses were telling him. His ears shifted at the slightest sound, his nose twitched as it took in scents from the air, his feet slightly edged towards any vibrations.

After a few minutes, his eyes opened and Vent sighed with relief, "phew, looks like I am alone…" he muttered, before he decided to head out to see where the heck the exit was. It was true that he should have set up a campsite, if this were any normal situation. However, one: he lacked the necessary equipment, two: this place had an ominous atmosphere that really didn't sit well with him unlike the calm serenity of the forces of nature, and three: something just screamed at him to get as far away from this place as possible.

The first thing he had to do was find the exit to this place. He didn't like how this place was, so he decided to head out. However, that was not to be, for his eyes widened when he heard a feral growl in the distance. 'what? Wildlife? Wildlife thrives in these conditions?!' Vent exclaimed in his head, before taking a few breaths to calm down. 'Wait, that's not so unexpected, after all if life can grow in deserted landscapes like in edgypt, or the south pole, then desolate junkyards can be ideal for some life too. Probably insects though, but still, that roar… HOLY SHIT!'

BOOM!

His thoughts turned to panic when Vent rolled out to the side, avoiding a massive blur which had crashed to where he had stood. The shockwave made his body bounce slightly while he rolled, but Vent paid little mind to that as he quickly got a considerable distance from where he had once been. He then got to his feet, dirt and rubble sliding along the ground with the sounds ringing in his ears still.

When all became silent, the male peered out towards where the blur had crashed, which was cconcealed by a dust cloud born from its impact. Whatever had crashed there had some sinister presence, one that felt like it was trying to burn him just with him being aware of it at al. he felt like his lungs were forcefully stripped of all oxygen and replaced by burning ash and cinders. His mouth was slightly open, refusing his brain's commands to shut itself as he stared at the dust which began to clear.

As it did though, Vent instantly wished that it didn't. If there was anything that could cause nightmares like the boogieman, or if there was any such indications that demons and Satan himself existed, then this would be that, for not only was it super freaking ugly, it also pissed him off inside. Vent gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, not realising that he was pressing his fingers against both sides of his fsamily's heirloom ring on his right hand's index finger.

The creature grumbled and growled as its grotesque form was made known to him. The reason why he looked so terrified of it was because well… it looked like a twisted amalamation of human bodyparts. The body was long and slim, made out of many human upper torsos, connected by strands of red entrails, muscle and fibres. There was a skeletal armour over several parts of its body, some with spikes jutting out while the head was remniscent of a human, the eyes and mouth being hollow sockets. The only reason why he was aware of it growling or hissing was the sounds it made from its open mouth. But that wasn't all, there were lots of long thin womanly 'legs' jutting out of its sides from what looked like more deformed faces, ending in clawed talons that once resembled feet. On the other end, there was a tail made out of a human spinal column, ending in a sharpened tip.

And the reason why he was so angry? Because it reminded him of a Centipede.

It reminded him of Kaneki Ken, how horrible he had seen himself as of the first part of Tokyo Ghoul. It was reminiscent of his Kakuja, how he had seen himself as a twisted horrific version of an insect, based off what had happened to him. This thing that stood before him, reminded him of how Kaneki once was, and that pissed Vent off big time. Fear and anger warred within him, fighting for dominance over his brain in order to tell him what to do. In the end though… anger won.

"I have no idea who or what the fuck you are…" Vent whispered, looking down while shadows from his hair concealed his eyes from view. His teeth clenched so tight that they looked like they were about to crack under the pressure. His head shot up to glare at the monster before him that dared imitate the monster his favourite anime/manga character saw himself. The ring began shining brightly as he ran towards it.

"BUT WELCOME TO THE RICEFIELDS MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Tch, we've been walking forever…" one brown haired girl sighed in dismay, trudging along the junk covered paths. Her blue boots crushed cables and other junk as she wandered the wastelands, making the girl cringe to show her disgust with what she was doing. It was clear that she didn't want to be here, especially with how she would clench and unclench her fists to keep her mind off the building anxiety in her chest. The girl looked up from her previous action of gazing at the ground to make sure she didn't trip, to look at the surroundings, as if searching for someone.

This girl had fair skin, with brown hair and green eyes. She wore a blue overcoat with the sleeves too long for her, a black tank top and matching shorts along with her boots that matched her overcoat. Around the waist of her overcoat were a series of phones, each of a different colour.

Fortunately, she wasn't alone, as she had one other companion. "I know… wonder where everyone might be…" another girl, this one noticeably more girly than her companion, questioned with a desperation in her tone that only came from someone who hadn't seen someone in a while and had been looking for them for a very long time. She had creamy coloured hair and matching eyes, her hair having been held back by a black headband with a red C logo. Her attire consisted of a creamy coloured sweater with detached sleeves, exposing the shoulders, a black choker around her neck, a red patterned skirt around her waist with a black hip purse with a matching C logo as her headband, a pair of black stockings with pink heart trims, and woolly creamy boots matching her sweater.

Both girls shared each other's downed moods, with frowns on their mouths they trudged through the wasteland in their mission, whatever that may be. As she walked, the cream haired girl placed her hand on something sharp, making her go "eek!" and cut herself. The sound was detected by the brunette's ears, which were on high alert thanks to the creepy atmosphere, and combined with the fact that she was sweaty, annoyed, and highly disturbed by how sinister everything looked made her jump out of her skin.

"Whoa, what the heck Compa?!" she exclaimed, turning around to glare at her companion. Her glare immediately shifted into an expression of concern when she noticed the cut on 'Compa's hand, the girl holding her injured hand to her chest with her eyes closed tight, tears in the corner of them. "You alright? Your hand looks like its bleeding!" she asked, walking up to her and cupping her hand.

Compa nodded meekly, quickly reaching into her purse with her free hand, the only one she had that WASN'T injured, and pulled out a roll of bandages. "Y-yeppers, I'm gonna be healthy again, Iffy." She said, wrapping her hand in bandages. She then put what was left inside her purse again, closing it for later use. She didn't doubt it wouldn't be used again, hopefully not on her though. Compa didn't like getting hurt.

The Brunette rolled her eyes at her companion, turning on her heel and walking forwards, "well, try to be careful Compa, we gotta save Nep and the others. We can't do that if one of us is down." She called out to her friend while not pausing in her stride. There was a sense of urgency in her steps, an urgency that was well understood by her friend as the Brunette resumed her search. After all, no normal person would come to a desolate place like this for a vacation, no, they had no choice to come here.

Just as they were about to head out, the two girls jumped when they heard a feminine moan in the distance. "H-huh?!" Compa cried out in surprise and alarm. However, when her brain registered it a familiar face formed in her mind as she directed her attention to her companion, "iffy, did you hear-"

"Yeah, I did! That was Nep's voice! C'mon girl, we gotta go see what's up with that goofball!" the brunette, or Iffy as Compa called her which sounded a lot like a codename or nickname, responded quickly, having interrupted Compa's admittingly rhetorical question. With that, the brunette floored it, rushing forth with an urgency that was unseen before, hope and life seemingly flooding back into her body.

"Yessie!"

The girls ran until they had reached a small clearing; in which they had heard the feminine voice of the one they had called 'Nep'. Slightly panted from running for so long without rest, the brunette looked around for any sign of the person they were looking for. It didn't last long. "Look, its Nep!" she exclaimed, pointing at a figure ahead of them. They jogged on over to where this person was… and saw a particularly gruesome sight.

There, suspended in the air, was their goal, along with several other girls. Her hair was a dark lilac-purple while her eyes were blue, with a glowing white power button symbol. Her hair was very long and is worn in twin-tail braids while her bangs and the hair that framed her face are somewhat longer. Her head had black circular pieces with glowing blue x's on them as hair clips. Her figure was curvy and mature, while her body was covered by a suit which resembles a black skin-tight leotard with purple segments and silver pieces along it. The legs were covered in a stocking-like armour up to the thighs, while the feet were that of a robot's. Also, her arms were covered in black clawed gauntlets, each with their purple and blue pieces.

She was also badly injured, her injuries looking like they had been there for a while.

"I-Iffy… Compa…?" the woman asked, only one eye open and even then it was barely open at all. The woman was held in a compromising position, her arms above her head with her suit shredded in certain areas. That, combined with how the chords that suspended her seemed to be draining some sort of purple energy from her, made her state to be something that was worthy of a few winces from the girls. They had expected the situation with their goal to be bad, but this was WAY worse than what they were expecting.

Compa then looked to the side, and her eyes landed on something. She quickly gestured to the thing that she found, drawing the brunette's attention, "Look, Its Ge-Ge, and the other CPUs!"

Indeed, the purple haired woman wasn't alone. Suspended alongside her were several other girls, each of them wearing different coloured skin-tight suits. The one that was referred to as 'Ge-Ge' by Compa had light lilac coloured hair that split at the waist, with a white headpiece on the side of her head. Her suit, unlike the woman's, was white with purple. There was a revealing chest piece on the centre, coloured purple as well. It connects around the neck with similar white and purple gloves and boots. She didn't look nearly as bad as the woman did, but she did look slightly injured.

Around her were several other girls who were unconscious just like her. One had teal coloured hair in a long ponytail, several bangs framing her heart shaped face. She wore a white two-piece suit that resembled a Bikini with small black and green pieces. Also, she wore matching gloves and boots. Her arms also had gauntlets on them of similar design to the purple haired woman's, with her own colours.

The other girl in white had light blue coloured hair with messy bangs, a cowlick out the top, with several strands falling down her shoulders. She had a one-piece suit, like the lilac haired girl with black and blue pieces. Her arms were covered by her gloves and gauntlets of matching design, while her legs had matching stockings.

Lastly was a woman with silky white hair to her waist, flared out behind her with bangs framing her face like the green haired woman. She wore a black one-piece suit with the top of the breast and stomach area cut out while it connects around her neck. Her arm and legwear was the same as the others with her own colours, black and silver.

All of them looked to be just as injured as the purple haired woman, suspended together with a pair of swords, an axe, and a Lance speared into a mass of chords atop their wielders, making it look like a makeshift throne. Compa covered her mouth with horrified eyes while the brunette turned her head away, not wanting to look at such a gruesome sight. "How awful… who would restrain them like this?"

Ignoring her friend's words, the brunette strutted over to the purple haired woman who had spoken her and her friends' names earlier. She grasped her shoulders and tried shaking her, "Nep, pull yourself together! Wake up damnit, this is not the time to be napping!" she yelled, trying to get into her face. However, the woman had already fallen under the sweet bliss of oblivion during the monologue earlier, rendering her attempts a failure.

This was made clear to the Brunette a few seconds later, prompting her to sigh in resignation before shaking her head. "No use, she's still out of it." She remarked. Her eyes gazed upon the restraints, and immediately she knew they weren't any ordinary ones. For one, every chord pulsated with a sinister feeling energy, just like the graveyard as a whole did.

Just looking at them made her skin crawl.

"Man, what is up with these Tentacle chord things?" she wondered, reaching to grasp them and pull them apart. However, the moment that her hands made contact with their surface, a stinging feeling bombarded the nerves within them, forcing a startled yelp from the brunette as she pulled them away from the Chords. Compa gasped in alarm as she went to tend to the Brunette's hands once again while a voice soon came to them through both their minds and their surroundings.

"Do not attempt to physically force the Chords to release them. Compa, use the Sharicite I have prepared for you."

Their eyes lit like lighthouse lights in realisation when they remembered what it was that the Voice had prepared for them. The Brunette looked up from her hands, ignoring the aching sensation in them and gave a look of seriousness towards Compa. It was clear what she wanted to do, but she spoke her sentence anyways, "Compa, the Sharicite, now! You're the one who had it right?"

At this, the cream haired girl nodded as she pulled her Purse up to her stomach, quickly opening the flap to rummage inside for the item that they required at this time. "R-right! Its somewhere in my handy dandy Nurse's pouch." She said while constantly rummaging through the Purse. There were a lot of items she had stored inside, most of them for her profession as a Medic, so it would take a bit of time to get to the very bottom where the Sharicite had been stored. Compa had put it there so she would know where to look when the time was right.

"I won't allow it!"

Their eyes flared as they all gasped at the sudden new voice that yelled out from nearby. One of the piles of junk exploded outwards, debris falling and littering the ground. The girls cried out in surprise at this, quickly getting into defensive stances. They both summoned weapons from light coloured particles, for Compa it was a 2 handed Syringe with a strange pink coloured liquid inside of it. As for IF, she had a pair of tri pronged swortswords called 'Qatars'.

Soon, the cause of that junk pile's eruption flew down and landed before them, creating a large crater upon impact. It was surrounded quickly by the dust from the landing, though this was dispersed just as quickly with a swing of what looked like a polearm-type weapon. When they could see it again, the two girls saw that it was a 15 to 20 feet tall robot-like being. It had a black colour scheme with glowing green outlines and pieces, illuminating his form and promoting a sense of danger fairly well. In his hand, the saw that he was wielding what looked like a black and green two-handed Axe. The aura that he emitted was sinister and dark, borderline demonic just like the Chords and the Gamindustri Graveyard.

The brunette was the first to regain her composure, quickly stepping in front of Compa who hurried her search through her purse for the Sharicite. "Who the heck, are you?! You better stay outta our way!" she called out, holding her Qatars out defensively. She glared at the enemy with hate, the sinister feeling that it had around it reminded her of the twisted feeling she'd been getting ever since she had come here, and she didn't like it. In addition, if this thing had the same feeling then it was likely responsible for what had happened to her friends suspended in those chords, and that really pissed her off.

Seeing her movements, the robot laughed mockingly, irritating the girl further, "Hahahaha! Finally, some more fools who dared attempt to come here! Three long years… I've been idle for too damn long! It's finally time to destroy!" the robot ranted as it gathered energy into its Axe, ready for a fight. The energy was immense, while the aura around him was saturating the air, laying itself atop the area like a sick blanket.

Biting back her urge to shiver and run from what this thing was doing, the Brunette spoke without looking behind her to her companion, "I'll hold him off Compa, you go and set free our ladies. Be quick though, don't know how long I'll be able to keep him busy." She said, readying herself for a rush. Her arms were at her sides and she was beginning to move like a certain blonde haired knuckle-headed ninja.

"Y-Yessie!"

Compa replied to her companion's words as she ran off to fight off against the robot, the sounds of battle echoing across the area. She had no time to sit and watch what would happen as she had a job to do, and as a Nurse-In-Training (though that may change soon) she would complete her job to the latter! Seconds after her friend had jumped into the battle that was now raging behind her, Compa jogged over to the closest girl she could get to, which happened to be the light lilac haired, white wearing girl she had called 'Ge-Ge'.

Once she stood before the captured and restrained girl, Compa held the Sharicite up to her forehead as best she could, a look of desperation, "come on… please work!" she chanted to herself. Hope was in her heart, hope that everything they did had been worth it, that it wasn't all just a waste. The Sharicite hovered before the girl's forehead as Compa stepped back, giving it some room as she viewed the following spectacle with baited breath.

No words could describe how she felt at the moment, and right now there was no need for them. The Sharicite then began to glow brightly, illuminating the girl with a bluish looking light. Energy seemed to overtake the girl in a bluish-white aura, one that began repelling the Chords that bound her. The Chords resisted, tried desperately to cling on to the girl's flesh, but the intruding foreign energy was stronger and managed to force them off her.

Now free, the girl fell down towards the ground, much to Compa's alarm, "Ge-Ge!" she called out, rushing over and quickly catching her. She placed the girl on the ground with her head on her lap. Slowly, the wounded girl began to stir, her eyes tightening as a light groan came from her lips, the first sound that had come from in a long time. Slowly, her eyes opened, revealing them to be a lighter shade of blue than the purple haired woman still suspended, with a matching power button symbol in them like the other girls. "Hmmmm…. Ugh… huh…"

"Ge-Ge, your awake! I'm so glad to see your alive!" Compa cried out in joy, tears in the corners of her eyes. She'd hoped that their reunion would be under better circumstances, but fate didn't seem to be in a merciful mood today. Slowly she raised the wounded girl into a sitting position, allowing the girl to cough and clear her throat. Having been suspended for as long as she had made her body need to clear itself out so it could function properly. Although her injuries weren't helping matters, and that was something the cream haired girl began to rectify immediately.

Slowly, the pinkette turned her head to face Compa, her eyes glistening for a moment as she tried to recognise her. Her mind was disoriented thanks to having been asleep for so long, but eventually the fog cleared enough for her to realise the true identity of the girl treating her injuries by placing her hands on her back, her hands and the pinkette body illuminated by a bright green light. "C-Compa… I ugh… I…"

The girl tried to speak to her, however she was too weak to, her body not having fully recovered from the sudden wake-up call just yet. It was evident by the lack of energy in her as she almost fell forwards had Compa not placed a hand above her chest in time, the green light still active. "Easy Ge-Ge, I'm still treating your injuries. Let Nurse Compa take good care of you." The cream haired girl exclaimed with a bright smile. Seeing that she had helped her friend out had raised her mood significantly, as well as filled her with both new hope and confidence again.

Once the girl's injuries had been taken care of, Compa stood up, the glow leaving her hands as she turned on her heels, "there, all done! It's all I could do for now, so rest up! I'll have Nep-Nep and the other CPUs out in a jiffy!" she called out, the pinkette nodding as she leaned against a nearby piece of junk. Her body hadn't fully recovered yet, and was still really weak, similar to how one felt when waking up in the morning. Their bodies felt like large weights and refused to move out of the bed to begin the day with a morning routine.

SLASH!

"GYA!"

The cry of the Brunette rang out in the ears of both girls as she fell to the ground near the pinkette, her eyes wide with shock and horror at the sight. The Brunette clearly had seen better days, a lot of her phones had been damaged, with her coat having multiple large tears. A blood trail ran down the side of her head from a particularly nasty cut to her temple. Numerous cuts and bruises littered her body, sort of like a junkyard of scratch marks that were deep enough to draw blood. "IF?!" she cried out in dismay, her body experiencing a rush of adrenaline that made her get up and jog over to the downed girl.

Weakened severely, the brunette known as IF or 'Iffy' as Compa calls her, still tried to look up, smiling slightly at the pinkette as she grimaced. "U-uh hey Gear… Hehehe, now I feel all embarrassed your seeing me in such a sorry state…" she muttered chuckling sheepishly. However, it was short, for her body spiked with pain, forcing her to stop her chuckle and replace it with a grimace. It hurt to laugh at this point, but she couldn't help it. Because of her pride, she felt humiliation for being seen like this by a friend she hadn't seen in so long.

The sounds of disappointed groans reached their ears, drawing their attention to the robot who was waving its Axe about like a raging lunatic. "Aaarrgh! Boring! How boring! Here I was all hyped for a good fight, but this is just pathetic!" it raved, the intense volume of its voice almost making them cover their ears but instead the girls merely cringed.

After several moments, the robot stopped its rant and lowered its weapon, slowly hovering towards them like a predator cornering its prey, "argh, whatever then. I'll just be done with you and-OMPH!"