Written February 19, 2007.

Vexen had files on every planet that existed in their realm. It was necessary for Organization XIII to keep track of all of them, in case anything of interest to them occurred.

Vexen had been assigned for that task, and it was menial. Rarely did anything interesting ever occur. But suddenly, a lot of commotion was coming from one source – a planet called Auldrant.

He received permission from the Superior to take a short leave from Castle Oblivion to investigate. Vexen had a strong scientific desire to learn more about the planet, ever since he heard of a mysterious substance called "fonons", so he was pleased to finally have a real reason to visit.

To his amazement, he discovered that the planet was becoming overrun with replicas. He found them to be fascinating. How could one replicate a living being? He knew right away that this technology would be a great resource for Organization XIII, so he searched – talking to replicas and normal people alike – for the creator of these beings.

He tracked him down to the floating land, Eldrant – which was a replica itself; this technology was astounding. To the residents of Auldrant, it was currently impossible to breach its barriers, but to a Nobody like Vexen, it was nothing. A dark portal was all it took for him to get inside, to the very heart of the land. He found whom he suspected to be the creator easily; he was currently by himself, playing a haunting melody on his grand piano.

"Are you Commandant Van Grants?" Vexen asked, cutting to the chase.

The song ended abruptly as Van stood and turned to face the intruder. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?" Van demanded, his body tense, ready to attack at any moment.

"I have no intention of fighting you," Vexen informed him briskly, "I am Vexen, and how I got here is of no importance. Will you answer my question?"

Van wasn't comforted by his statements; after all, no one was supposed to have been able to enter his fortress, yet here he was. "I am he," he answered roughly, "Why are you here?"

"I have deduced that you are responsible for the recent abundance in replicas. I am interested in the replication process, so I have come here to hopefully glean your knowledge." Politeness and a slightly revering tone have proved useful to Vexen in the past for getting what he wanted, so he didn't hesitate to use them.

Van narrowed his eyes. His suspicion was still strong. "Why should I tell you anything? For all I know, you could use it against me."

Vexen replied, "Almost everyone on this planet is against fomicry. However, I am not one of them. I find it fascinating and would love to support you in your plans." He honestly didn't plan on staying too long, or really helping him, but Vexen had no qualms with lying.

Loyalty must have been one of Van's weaknesses, for the suspicion in his gaze quickly faded. "This planet has become poisoned by the Score," he began with conviction, "The only way to cure it is to replace everyone with replicas, free from the Score!"

Vexen couldn't care less about the plight of this planet, but he firmly nodded along with him. "Of course, I completely agree." Meanwhile, his mind was racing. Van wanted to create more replicas. This really could prove useful. "In fact, there is someone I want to replicate. Would you let me?"

After a pause, Van gave him a nod. Vexen's lips curled into an unholy smile. Oh, he had a plan.