Digimon: Unity of the Five [PG/M-16] Now back to life and minty fresh

[The Warden]

'Toxicamon, Lord of the Earth. GargantaKamemon, Master of the Waves. Pazuricciamon, Scourge of the Skies. Vulknismon, Duke of the Flame. Golbiusmon, Conquerer of Darkness. Together they form the Raging Elementals, a semi-dangerous group of megas whose scheme it was the conquer the Digital World, but it proved difficult after their destruction and banishment. A digitama destined for a human can only hatch to the sound of their hearts, and maybe, those humans are closer than they think.'


[Spoiler=Characters][spoiler=Human Characters]

[b]Name:[/b] Alexander 'Krieger' Lezuli

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Appearance:[/b] He is 6"1 in height. He weighs 82 kg. He is well built in stature, supporting a bulky but not overly so appearance. He wears a white sleeveless shirt that is kept unusually clean, it used to have sleeve however. He wears a dark denim jeans, tied up with a leather belt, with the remaing slack hanging there, not tied into the belt loops. His face is rugged, but not beyond handsome. His hair is short, brown and yet messy. Despite any attempts, it will not stay still. His chin is slightly cleft. His nose is off-shape due to it being broken and mistreated. He has light blue eyes, which sometimes dimish his threatening appearance if you look to hard at them.

[b]Personality:[/b] Crude and slightly rebellious in speech, he doesn't take crap from nobody. He takes on a tough persona when facing down rival gangs, but this melts away when with his mother, at work or just hangin with his friends.

[b]Bio:[/b] Alexander took to being rebelious, not from the affections of his mother (who he loves dearly), but just generally rebel against whatever. He didn't specifically choose what to rebel against. His friends and fellow gang members are all friends from high school, why they created such a team was a mystery.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] ProtoKnightmon


[b]Name:[/b] Tyson 'Brains' Benedict

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Appearance:[/b] He is 5"2 in height, making him the shortest of the group. He only weighs 51 kg. He attempts to not portray himself as a 'computer nerd', but his short statue and glasses say otherwise. He wears a general T-Shirt with an unknown shirt label on it (he says its from another country, but he designed it himself). He wears long black pants tied up with a black belt, which he keeps tucked neatly into the loops of his pants. He wears grey joggers to he can keep up with the other when chasing people down. His black hair is messy and usually covers his eyes, so he keeps it slicked into spikes with gel. His classes are rectangular in design, yet when looking at his eyes through the lenses, it gives him a sinister look. His eyes are dark brown, which he says doesn't give away his emotions.

[b]Personality:[/b] Bookish by nature, he has a tendency to use big words and staements to explain a point, which only his friends are polite enough to listen too. He devises strategies to get back at rival gangs, usually involving him as the bait.

[b]Bio:[/b] Tyson was a kid who was lumped two years ahead of himself in school, causing him to be much younger and less mature around the kids. He was used for answers and his naivette caused him to give them, until Alexander actually explained the situation to him. This caused Tyson to stick to Alexander and his friends. He is like alittle brother to them.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] DaTsukaimon


[b]Name:[/b] Diane 'Princess Die' Amora

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Gender:[/b] F

[b]Appearance:[/b] Pretty but not petite, this temptress stands at 5"6, and weighs 53 kg. She wears a strapless top, kept up purely by willpower and her C cup breasts. This top also shows off her belly button and creamy smooth skin, murrr. She wears denim jeans as well, but they're thinner at the waist, sticking to her hips and showing off her physique. Her auborn hair is at near shoulder length after having the vast majority of hair ponytail being cut off by Notusmon. She has several freckles on her cheeks, which makes them appear rosy. Her eye colour is a lime green. She wears a pair of stilletos, which have crippled many a man.

[b]Personality:[/b] She doesn't conform to the 'valley girl' criteria, despite being so very much like them. She has general intellect, but is not above crushing another man's heart, especially for vengeance. She also hates being called a lesbian, despite hanging around with four guys.

[b]Bio:[/b] Like any fairytale, during her school years she was the pretty-ugly girl, never really fitting in with the girls who talk endlessly about make-up, which was alien to her. She wound up with Alexander and his friends by chance, they took her in because they thought she looked pretty (well, Dennis did). When she blossomed and became much prettier, she took to asking the guys who scorned her out, only to watch them sit around like idiots at locations she never promised to keep.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] Notusmon


[b]Name:[/b] Dennis 'Brick Shithouse' Johanson

[b]Age:[/b] 21

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Appearance:[/b] The tallest of the group, he stands at 6"5 and weighs 107 kg. He is superior in muscle to Alexander, wearing only a tank top, which unfortunately rides up on his chest due to his massive gut (by-product of his foul eating habits). His navel has yet to become an outie, so the bets are still in progress. His legs are extremelly thick, wearing pants size XXL at most times. His hands are half the size of a ham. His hair is greasy and matted down with it, hanging limply around his thick muscle-head. His chin is quite pronounced with a roll of fat keeping it down. His eyes are blue as well, but they betray hints of kindness from them, despite his threatening appearance.

[b]Personality:[/b] Dennis doesn't speak much, he doesn't think too good. He is however, very sensitive when it comes to his friends being injured or being called stupid (a statement of fact almost). Like all big strong guys, he is very tender, serving as muscle and little else.

[b]Bio:[/b] Denis was held back a grade twice, until he wound up in the same grade as Tyson, who took it upon himself to cheat Dennis to passing. This was a thank-you to Alexander who helped and guided the eager young chap. It is unknown up Dennis came to be a friend of Alexander's, it is something thta is 'best not said'.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] Tortmon


[b]Name:[/b] 'Lord' Pyro Kaelsen

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Appearance:[/b] He stands at 5"11, and weighs 69 kg at the best of times. He wears a grey shirt which is always covered by the jacket he insists on wearing. With the loss of his jacket, he wears a leather vest to cover his shirt. He wears black leather pants, another questionable fashion statement. His wild red hair his slicked back with gel, including the small ponytail he keeps. He is always smiling with his pure white teeth. The reason his teeth are so white is an enigma in itself. His eyes are oddly purple in colour, though people believe they're because of contacts.

[b]Personality:[/b] Like any group, he is a self-proclaimed ladies man, who first suggested to take Diane into their little school group. He maintainss his handsome demeanour to find his one true love, even if he has to sort through the garbage.

[b]Bio:[/b] Pyro was fairly popular in school, mostly by the girls. He didn't understand this atention at first, so he hung around Alexander and Dennis; the attention he had been receving slowly began to cease because they were too afraid to go near Dennis. He took a liking to Diane when he began understanding girls, and he was responsible for having her join the circle of friends. Even to this day, he searches for his one true love.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] Gentlemon


[b]Name:[/b] Celia Lezuli

[b]Age:[/b] 47

[b]Gender:[/b] F

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small woman of only 5"1, she has a sweet and caring look in her blue eyes. She takes to wearing a Kimono which she obtained on a trip to Japan a long time ago. It has a summer scheme, with vibrants green, yellow, orange and red. why she wears it is a mystery, but it is really quite comfortable. Her hair is chestnut brown, but they have become grey at the roots.

[b]Personality:[/b] Kind and sweet, she's the type of mother who doesn't molly-coddle her son, but she still hopes the best for him. When she gets cross however (which is very rare), all hell breaks loose.

[b]Bio:[/b] Divorced single mother to Alexander, she and him live together in their small flat. Though saddened by the divorce, she still retains her joy whenever she is with her son. She usually overlooks his curren night time activites for the sake of this happiness as well. She only ever wnated what was best for him.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] N/A


[b]Name:[/b] Jeremy 'Brittle' Isotope

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Appearance:[/b] He stands at 5"3 and weights just under 60 kg. He wears a very plain polyester shirt and vest, the shirt being white and the vest being rey with a black zig-zag stripe going through it. he wears black cotton pants. he is usually very pale, which match is very pale hair, which is blonde, but it seems almost whie to most people on their first look. His eyes are very dull, but oyu can always seem some kind of nervousness in them.

[b]Personality:[/b] He is normally very unsettled, constantly darting about and looking at things to see for danger. But now he is slightly deranged having partnered with Zemmon. He has a very unsettling grin on his face, which is only ever removed when traits of his original personality pull through.

[b]Bio:[/b] Like any rittle nerd, he was always bullied at school for his nervousness and because his mother would never let him pick any clothes he may like. Whilst Jeremy only had Tyson as a friend in primary school, they were broken up moving into high-school, making Jeremy even more of a wreck. Whilst he may have survived high school, it left him in a bad mental state. Zemmon felt his unusual energy and managed to escape his holding cell and digitized in the real world. His egg came out of Jeremy's computer, and they became partners shortly after he hatched into Zismon.

[b]Digimon Partner:[/b] Zemmon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Digimon Characters]

[b]Name:[/b] DaTsukaimon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Nickname:[/b] Science Project

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Decayed Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Metal Empire

[b]Appearance:[/b] Its body is completely spherical, with is being completely constituted of sewage, chemicals and corrosive matter. It has two sockets where its eyes should be and a crack in its form, which is in fact an enormous gapping mouth. On either side of its body are two wings made of sludge, which beat steadily to keep him afloat. His body is runny and has a ‘melted’ look about it.

[b]Personality:[/b] Datsukaimon is very goofy, just enjoying the moment whilst aimlessly floating about. He isn't too fond of kisses, but gives them as a joke. He relates to Tortmon's general slowness and ability to go with the flow.

[b]History:[/b] DaTsukaimon hatched from the egg Tyson claimed after he and the gang beat up a rival gang and took the eggs as their prizes.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Toxic Stew – DaTsukaimon vomits all the area, burning those who come in contact with the corrosive material. It only harms flesh and organic materials.

•Open Wide – DaTsukaimon stretches its enormous mouth over a victim and devours them whole, burning them horribly by its toxic innards before spitting them out. This attack should also mentally scar them.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Wastrelmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???

[spoiler=DaTsukaimon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Sewemon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Decayed Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Metal Empire

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small blob of meshed items and trash, it has one large eyeball on its back. It resembles something close to a slug, but it is more of a blob.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Acid Mist – Unleashes a wave of highly volatile gas.

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Wastrelmon


[b]Name:[/b] Wastrelmon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Decayed Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Metal Empire

[b]Appearance:[/b] A large blob of trash and goo, it has several arms protruding from it. No definable face can be seen.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Wastrel Mist – Unleashes a wave of highly volatile gas.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Sewemon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] DaTsukaimon


[b]Name:[/b] Devidraremon

[b]Level:[/b] Champion

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Decayed Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Metal Empire

[b]Appearance:[/b] Slim-line in design, it has a draconic face with five burning red eyes, two on each side and one in the centre. It has four tails, each tipped with a claw-like hand. Four arms extend from its body, each tipped with different numbers of fingers. It is filthy grey with a hint of very light purple in colour.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Black Mambo – Its tails snake all around the target and bite and scratch at it, tearing them apart brutally before injecting them with highly toxic venom that degrades their data.

•Five Eyes Extortion – Devidraremon paralyzes the victim with a haunting glare from its five eyes before brutally beating them with its four arms.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] DaTsukaimon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???

[/spoiler]



[b]Name:[/b] Tortmon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Nickname:[/b] Mr. Turtle

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Turtle Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Deep Savers

[b]Appearance:[/b] His head is rounded and has a docile smile on its face. He is a sea foam-green in colour. His shell is comically oversized and disproportional to its body. It has small stumpy legs and arms.

[b]Personality:[/b] Tortmon is very slow, usually prefering to sleep and conserve massive amounts of energy in his shell. He isn't dimwitted, he just doesn't see the need to run around all the time. He easily relates to DaTsukaimon's goofiness.

[b]History:[/b] He hatched from the egg Dennis and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Ping-Pong Koopa Cannon – Tortmon withdraws into his shell and launches himself at an opponent with a blast of water from any of the holes in its shell. He can ricochet off hard surfaces.

•Water Cannon – Tortmon’s cheeks expand as they fill with water, ending with him firing a heavy blast of water at his opponent. This attack can punch through concrete.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Aquanmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???

[spoiler=Tortmon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Drizzmon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Slime Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Deep Savers

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small blue blob of gelatin like substances. It has a small heart beating inside it. Two small holes in the goo form eyes.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Bubble Bubble – Unleashes a barrage of water filled bubbles to taunt the opponent.

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Aquanmon


[b]Name:[/b] Aquanmon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Slime Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Deep Savers

[b]Appearance:[/b] A mesh of different water creatures, it is a small fish with large fins and a maw of razor-sharp fangs. Its dorsal fin is jagged and its tail is long and eel like.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Bubble Blader – Unleashes a barrage of bubbles filled with rather sharp fangs.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Drizzmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Tortmon[/spoiler]



[b]Name:[/b] Notusmon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Nickname:[/b] Nina Hatsumi

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Witch Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Wind Guardian

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small timid looking girl, she has bronzed skin and short blonde hair done up in a bun with two chopsticks holding it in place. She wears an elegant kimono which is too long for her, so it crumples around her feet and completely covers her hands. The kimono is decorated with grey and gold, with the kanji for wind on the back. Around her waist and sticking out of the back is a large bow.

[b]Personality:[/b] Slightly timid, she doesn't open herself up to just anyone. She usually hides her face and mouth behind her enormous sleeves, letting the others do the talking.

[b]History:[/b] She hatched from the egg Diane and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Handmade Storm – Notusmon raises her sleeve, which straightens out and fires large streams of wind, knocking away targets.

•Naughty Naughty Storm – Notusmon begins spinning around wildly whilst firing bolts of lightning from her sleeves.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Galemon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???

[spoiler=Notusmon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Dustmon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Dust Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Wind Guardians

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small rounded creature, it has very big and cute eyes. It is sandy-yellow in colour. It has a very small round mouth, which can seen smiling in the :3 shape.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Dusty Weather – Dustmon spits dust and dirt into the opponent’s eyes so it can flee.

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Galemon


[b]Name:[/b] Galemon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Small Storm Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Wind Guardian

[b]Appearance:[/b] Its upper body resembles a small rabbit like creature with slightly feminine features. Its ears hang bang, with the bases tied together like a ponytail. Its bottom half is a small whirlwind that sucks up small object.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Whirly Willy – Galemon sucks up all small objects into its whirlwind before firing them rapidly.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Dustmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Notusmon


[b]Name:[/b] Hurrigalemon

[b]Level:[/b] Champion

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Witch Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Wind Guardian

[b]Appearance:[/b] A tall girl appearing about the age 14. She has bronzed skin and her long blonde her reaches down to her shoulder-blades. She is wearing a small grey miniskirt and a small sleeveless shirt marked with the kanji for wind. Her breasts are quite large, about D in size.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Air Kisses – Hurrigalemon presses her hand to her lips and blows the enemy a large air kiss. This attack slams into the opponent, disorienting them and leaving them very depressed.

•Panty Shot – Hurrigalemon unleashes a kick to a foes face that ends short, giving them a look at her panties. She then proceeds to kick them very brutally for perving on her, beating them within an inch of her life using a very special power called ‘peeved anime-girl power’. She finishes them off by sending a large amount of electricity into their body.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Notusmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???[/spoiler]



[b]Name[/b]: Gentlemon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Nickname:[/b] Duke

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Fire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Dragon’s Roar

[b]Appearance:[/b] Shape liked a small child with coal-red skin, it wears a small and well kept suit of black hardened magma. In its pocket it has a handkerchief which he keeps at all times. He carries a small cane with him.

[b]Personality:[/b] Very prim and proper, he acts like a complete gentleman, this does however, belie a very cunning and improper battle style, using lies and cunning to tirp his foes up.

[b]History:[/b] He hatched from the egg Pyro and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•After You – Gentlemon tricks his foe into coming closer to him by spouting ideas of surrender. When the opponent comes near enough, he trips them over with his cane.

•But Before Me – A usual follow up to ‘After You’. Gentlemon superheats the ground around the target, causing them to be badly burnt by the heat.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Sparkmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Burninglordmon
[spoiler=Gentlemon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Sparkmon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Fire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Dragon’s Roar

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small fireball, it is constantly sputtering and crackling with sparks. It has a mischievous grin on its face, and not much else.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Bitty Burner – Sparkmon tackles its foes, burning the area they were hit in and fleeing whilst the foe is in agony.

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Firemon


[b]Name:[/b] Firemon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Fire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Dragon’s Roar

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small stony creature with hands covered in fire. It has a sweet smile on its face, even when committing arson.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Arson – Firemon sets fire to something important, distracting the enemy long enough to escape.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Sparkmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Gentlemon


[b]Name:[/b] Burninglordmon

[b]Level:[/b] Champion

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Fire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Dragon’s Roar

[b]Appearance:[/b] A tall and elegantly dressed man with coal-red skin. He wears an impressive tuxedo made of black hardened magma. He wears a monocle. He wears a small red cape across his right shoulder in the Elizabethan style, it is decorated with flames. He carries a cane in his hand always. He always has a handkerchief in his front right pocket at all times.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Flaming Maestro – Burninglordmon summons several large flames, which he controls by conducting them with his cane. He usually hums along a famous tune as he directs the flames to attack people with them.

•Flaming Tango – Burninglordmon engulfs himself in flames, brutally attacking the opponent whilst humming the tune for ‘the Tango’.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Gentlemon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???[/spoiler]



[b]Name:[/b] ProtoKnightmon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Nickname:[/b] Timmy

[b]Attribute:[/b] Vaccine

[b]Type:[/b] Holy Knight Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Virus Busters

[b]Appearance:[/b] He is a knight covered in mismatched armour. He has an enormous gauntlet on his left hand, but a sleek and flexible set of armour on his right arm and hand. His boots are incredibly heavy, but his leg armour is thin and swift. His chest plate is oversized compared to his body. His helmet is normal sized, but even with the face guard open, nothing can be seen within. He carries a small sword slung across his back. He also has a small shield on his right arm.

[b]Personality:[/b] Knightly, he is always ready to save the damsel in distress, even if they can fight for themselves.

[b]History:[/b] He hatched from the egg Alexander and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Proto Berserk Sword – ProtoKnightmon aims his sword at the opponent and fires a blast of energy from it.

•Proto Shield Bunker – ProtoKnightmon charges at his foe and slams them with his shield.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Listeelmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] LunaKnightmon

[spoiler=ProtoKnightmon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Rivetmon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Squire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Virus Busters

[b]Appearance:[/b] A knight-like Digimon composed of nuts and bolts, it has a large helmet made from an enormous nut, with many bolts creating a faceguard. They’re all coloured black.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Dissimilate – Rivetmon separates all its nuts and bolts and converts them into an enormous hand, which slaps the foe.

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] Deusmon


[b]Name:[/b] Listeelmon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Data

[b]Type:[/b] Squire Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Virus Busters

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small knight-like Digimon, it has a small body and an oversized helmet, which usually causes it to be very unbalanced and constantly falls down due to the weight.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Splitting Helm – Deusmon crawls inside his helm then proceeds to roll about, knocking out anyone and anything that gets in his way.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Rivetmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ProtoKnightmon


[b]Name:[/b] LunaKnightmon

[b]Level:[/b] Champion

[b]Attribute:[/b] Vaccine

[b]Type:[/b] Holy Knight Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Virus Busters

[b]Appearance:[/b] A fully armoured knight, his armour is silver in colour. It is very slim-line, providing enough armour to be considered armour. His helmet is slightly jagged and rounded, with two large bars sticking upwards from either side near the top. Slung across his back is a large silver claymore. The bottom of the guard has a crescent moon on it.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Lunar Breaker – LunaKnightmon leaps into the air, slicing downwards using C-Class Lunar energy.

•Crescent Bane – LunaKnightmon twists around, gathering energy in his blade which he releases as an enormous golden crescent which decimates those who get in the way of the attack.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] ProtoKnightmon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???

[/spoiler]



[b]Digimon Name:[/b] Bearmon

[b]Family:[/b] Nature Spirits

[b]Nickname:[/b] Mauler

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/1/1a/Bearmon.jpg[/img]

[b]Personality:[/b] Though many believes he is a fighter, Mauler is actually a pretty calm and nice guy, though he trains day in and day out to fulfill his goals. He can show subtle signs of pride, as he likes it when someone comments about his muscles(even though they are not so big in his Rookie Form).


He dislikes - and sometimes even refuses - to fight on unfair conditions, such as a 2-on-1 battle, or where the opponent is already weakened. He brands these 'unfair fights' as abominal to his fighting spirit, and he would rather die than fighting such a battle.


His favorite food is tangerine, and he is often drinking Sake to his meals. His favorite hobby is usually to just train to become stronger, but he has shown the true talent of a poet from time to time.

[b]History:[/b] Mauler was a simple Bearmon kid, living his life like everyone else in his age, until the war broke out in the Digital World, and his family were forced to either run or fight. His mother and father decided they'd run from the fight, but when they realized they had nowhere to run to, they decided to at least allow their son to escape the calamities that were to come. And so they sended him the Virus Busters, begging them to send him to the Human World. Seraphimon was about to deny this request and brand Mauler and his family heretics, but Mauler spoke up against him, saying that he should honor the wishes of lesser Digimon. Receiving mercy from Cherubimon and Ophanimon, he was sent to the Human World. His greatest goal in his life is to become the best hand-to-hand fighter in the world, to make up the lack of will to fight that his parents displayed when fleeing from the war.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Bear Fist

•Bear Claw

•Bear Roll

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Wanyamon

[b]Digivolves To:[/b] ???


[b]Digimon Name:[/b] Carrollmon

[b]Level:[/b] Ultimate/Mega

[b]Family:[/b] Unclassified Mutant

[b]Nickname:[/b] N/A

[b]Appearance:[/b] A pink tuxedoed man with a wide grin showing teeth, with two fanged canine teeth. He wears mirrored sunglasses and has a cat tail. His hands wear elegant pink gloves and he sports a top-hat with cards stuck where some people put feathers. He wields a large axe with a red heart shaped blade. He always carries a Hookah which he smokes from.

[b]Personality:[/b] Confusing. He's undoubtably crazy and has a extremely warped sense of logic. He's usually correct but he talks in riddles, and he doesn't even realize this. He can get violent when angered but is always smiling and seems to enjoy the war like it's some story. It is assumed that his insanity is induced by his hookah.

[b]History[/b] Carrollmon is a once in a lifetime digimon. Many digimon attempted to DNA digivolve simutanusly.


This... didn't end so well.


They all died in the attempt but a fragment of each of them succesfully fused into a digiegg.


Carrollmon came from that egg.


He is mistrusted by all sides but he seems to only care about making the war entertaining, he helps and hinders all sides for this reason. He takes paticular notice of the supposed Heretics who are now in the human world (which naturally makes a more interesting story compared to a war that has been in a stalemate for awhile)

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Blunderland – Carrollmon breathes deeply into his hookah before unleashing the fool smoke he sucked up, the smoke induces hallucinations and slight nausea.

•King of Hearts – Carrollmon begins to go wild, slashing everything and anything with his enormous axe, this attack is best avoided by fleeing the country.

•Late for an Important Date – Carrollmon stops time and flees before resuming normal time, giving the impression he teleported. He can teleport if the need arises.

•For the King – Carrollmon removes the cards from his hat and flings them, transforming each of them into a card soldier armed with a smaller copy of his own axe. They are quite weak and expendable.


[b]Name:[/b] Zemmon

[b]Level:[/b] Rookie

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Unidentified Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Unidentified

[b]Appearance:[/b] A small blue skeleton made from many mismatched pieces, it chimeric in design. It has four arms, two in the usual spot and the other two sticking out of the back with the torn remains of a flight membrane. Its legs are a little thicker, ending in a pair of hooves. The skull is human, with something rattling about inside. It has two horns sticking out of its head. It’s eyes are two bright points of light

[b]Personality:[/b] Zemmon is immensely cruel, showing little regard for anyone around him, especially not to his subordinates. If he ever acted nicly, it would all be a lie in order to give him a reason for him to hurt you.

[b]History:[/b] Zemmon was born from a digi-egg which digitzed throuugh Jeremy's computer. He has been controlling the boy ever since.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Dem Bones – Zemmon tears off one of his many bones and hits the target with it.

•Double Dance Bone – Zemmon tears apart into many smaller skeletons made from different sections of bones. They all attack the foe.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Zarmon

[b]Digivolve To:[/b] Zemusmon

[spoiler=Zemmon Line]

[b]Name:[/b] Zismon

[b]Level:[/b] Baby

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Unidentified Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Unidentified

[b]Appearance:[/b] A haunted blue skull, several small tentacles stick out of the bottom of it to help it move around. A long tentacle like tongue sticks out of the skull’s mouth.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Nightmare Lash – Zismon attack the foe with its long tongue, lashing the foe like a whip.

[b]Digivolve To:[/b] Zarmon


[b]Name:[/b] Zarmon

[b]Level:[/b] In-Training

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Unidentified Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Unidentified

[b]Appearance:[/b] A large blue skull surrounded by an aura of dark energy. Two light-like eyes star from within the skull. The glow acts as an extension of itself.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•My First Nightmare – Zarmon hypnotizes the foe to sleep. It causes nightmares by just being near sleepers.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Zismon

[b]Digivolve To:[/b] Zemmon


[b]Name:[/b] Zemusmon

[b]Level:[/b] Champion

[b]Attribute:[/b] Virus

[b]Type:[/b] Unidentified Digimon

[b]Family:[/b] Unidentified

[b]Appearance:[/b] A large blue skeleton, his thin form is completely covered by sweeping blue robes. His skull has two pinpoints of red light for eyes, with several horns jutting out of his skull. He has an enormous dull orange and black collar, which rises from his back. His sleeves are very puffy, with many tears and scars on them, revealing his bones. A mantle extends along his sleeves, creating a shroud around his body when his arms are closed. The inside material is black, whilst the outside is a dull orange. Much of his outfit dissolves into his mantle, signifying that he may or may no have a lower body. He floats around, defying gravity.

[b]Attacks:[/b]

•Azure Crisis – Zemusmon summons many blue orbs which litter the field. Everything goes dark as he forces all the spheres together, where the foe is standing. The combined pressure detonates all the orbs as light returns.

•Phantom Chaos – Zemusmon randomly phases in and out of existence around the foe, generating many phantoms, causing the foe to strike wildly at the phantoms as the real Zemusmon approaches and strikes them.

[b]Digivolves From:[/b] Zemmon

[b]Digivolve To:[/b] ???[/spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]


[spoiler=Want a Digimon Character to Appear in the Fic?]

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[spoiler=Digimon Analyser]

[spoiler=Apemon]

[img]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/9/98/Apemon.gif[/img]

‘Apemon, a champion level Beast Digimon, his type is a lackey for the Virus Busters, Nightmare Soldiers and the Nature Spirits. His attacks are Mega Bone Stick, Metallic Fur and Fierce Demon Monkey Bomb. He’s not the type to quit on a fight as he relentlessly hunts down viruses on the data network; and exterminates them.’


~Mauler[/spoiler]

[spoiler=BlackGarurumon]

[img]http://digimon.munkki.org/images/e/ea/BlackGarurumon.jpg[/img]


‘A Digimon serving under both the Nature Spirits and the Nightmare Soldiers. The champion level BlackGarurumon, never say old dogs can’t learn new tricks, because this guy is full of surprises. His bark is definitely worse than his bite, as his Howling Wolf technique will crush all but the strongest competition. His Ice Wall makes for a dangerous weapon and shield, and the Fox Fire technique will incinerate you into ashes.’


~Gentlemon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Omekamon]

[img]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/8/81/Omekamon.jpg[/img]


‘Meet Omekamon, a champion level from the Metal Empire family, though it is not uncommon for one to work for the Virus Busters. His attacks are Omeka Kick and Graffiti Rocket. It is thought that he was born from the programming of a paint program. He idolizes the real Omnimon, and so he imitates the knight, however poorly’


~ Mauler[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Vegiemon]

[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090205060546/digimon/images/f/fd/Veggiemon_b.jpg[/img]

‘Oh for the love of it all. Meet Vegiemon, a loser to the Jungle Trooper family. They are severely weaker than their RedVegiemon counterparts, serving a better use as cannon fodder and ammo. Their only real coup de grace is that they can bind and constrict anyone they please with their long vines. But they’re real dumb and constrict Digimon way out of their league, like Botamon.’


~Notusmon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Tortomon]

[img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071102062643/digimon/images/9/99/Tortomon.gif[/img]


‘Meet my half-baked brother twice removed. His name is Tortomon and trust me when I say that I got both the looks and the power. He is known as the roaring Digimon, hardly surprising when his snores shake mountains. His hard shell repels most conventional attacks, but he is too dumb to realize the flaw in shooting those spikes with his Strong Carapace attack. Also, he hates it when people see him urinating whilst laughing like a moron’.


~Tortmon[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Digi-Gauntlet Library]

[spoiler=Alex]

•LunaKnightmon

•Apemon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Pyro]

•Burninglordmon

•BlackGarurumon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Tyson]

•Devidraremon

•Omekamon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Diane]

•Hurrigalemon

•Vegiemon[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Dennis]

•ArmanTortmon[/spoiler][/spoiler]


[spoiler=Prologue]
[u]Prologue: Shattered Kingdom[/u]

[i]The year of our god twenty-oh-nine.

Civil war had struck the Digital World; it had been foreseen by the wisest of the wise, but never subverted.

The eleven families of the Digital World fought for dominion in some misguided attempt to claim total dominance.

The Unidentified and D-Reaper families struck an unwary alliance as the Nature Spirits and Jungle Trooper defended their land from the vicious assaults of the Dragon’s Roar family.

The Dragon’s Roar families also contended with the Wind Guardian and Deep Savers families which strongly resisted the assaults on their domains.

The Metal Empire family very smartly stayed out of the conflict, preferring to hide within their heavily armed cities.

Leading strongly into the war were the Virus Busters and the Nightmare Soldier/Dark Area families.

The Virus Busters were and still are lead by the ever holy Celestial Trinity: Seraphimon, Ophanimon and Cherubimon. The Virus Buster family also boasts the help of the Royal Knights.

The Nightmare Soldiers and the Dark Area are lead by Lucemon and his Demon Lords. It is said that they are being assisted by the infamous GranDracmon and his dark army.

In the middle of it all, was us, the Raging Elementals. Rebels in our own world, we fought for what we could, we never subjected each other for being in a different family. Other however, took offence.

Someone or something branded us as one of the reasons the war had started, and as a response, it was everyone’s duty to take us out. The results of these actions were the catalyst for a much greater disaster.

It all began, that starry night.

~Golbiusmon[/i]

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The dark citadel of the Raging Elementals was under heavy assault. A large barrier of winds and water had been erected to stop the forces, but it proved fruitless.

From the top tower, a large dark knight was observing silently from an open window.

The room was mostly empty, with only a large banner hanging from a wall. The banner depicted a circle, with an outer ring cut into four colours. Brown, blue, green and red. The inner circle was cut into two colours, black and white.

The knight wore large black and red heavy plate armour. His helmet had two large curling horns on it, with a hideous demon mask covering his face. His chest plate was very thick, with many adjoining pieces to create pseudo-scales. His thick gauntlets were clawed, with one hand drumming on the window frame. His metallic boots resembled demon feet, with three large spikes as toes. From his back was a blood red cape, draped all the way down to his ankles.

His visored form watched as each explosion rained down on the barrier, his fingers still continued to drum silently.

The door opened slightly as an elegantly dressed male entered in haste. The peculiarly dressed man had coal red skin. His entire outfit was covered by an enormous cloak which draped around his shoulders and down to his feet; it was patterned with flames of red, yellow and orange, all swirling in elegant unison. He wore an elegant top-hat and monocle. Every time he walked, a small clicking noise echoed around.

The being made a curt bow, the cloak staying in place. ‘Lord Golbiusmon, it appears that we are at an end’ the man reported.

Golbiusmon sighed as he faced his comrade, his own clape moving with each slight movement. ‘It would appear so my friend’ he sighed sadly. ‘Go now and alert Toxicamon, Pazuricciamon and GargantaKamemon’ he ordered.

The man bowed again and exited the sanctuary. Golbiusmon turning to the conflict outside.

What a total mess this had been. Branded as scapegoats by everyone, they were doomed now by the endless assaults from the Virus Busters, who felt they were the ones to ‘administer justice’ to the heretics.

Slowly, the large barrier began to dissipate as the sounds of battle slowly ceased. The door banged open loudly as three extra beings plus the fiery man entered the room. The first was a hideous slime beast. Made from festering chemicals, its body constantly spews clouds of corroded data. Large barrels are lost in his ooze. In the chest area where three large holes, two for eyes and one for a mouth. It wore a cloak made of various skins, both human and Digimon.

The second was a very humanoid turtle. It was wearing a large trench coat marked with swirling waves. Its head was like a large golden snapper turtle, with two short horns jutting out backwards. It had two very long arms, each ending in a set of long clawed fingers, five on each hand. Its legs were straight, ending in clawed toes that dug into the floor.

The final one was a woman with bronzed skin. Her appearance was warped, but I can assure you that underneath she is wearing a golden bra and bikini set.

Golbiusmon faced all four of them; the demon mask he wore seemed to share their look of melancholy. ‘My dear friends and comrades, it appears our time is up’ he declared.

The other four betrayed a look of fear, if Golbiusmon had given up, it truly was hopeless. ‘It can’t be Golby, we can still fight’ the woman declared.

Golbiusmon waved his clawed hands. ‘We can Pazuricciamon, but it would be pointless. The Celestial Trinity came personally for us. There is very little we can do’ he answered.

‘We could flee’ the trash pile said hopefully. Golbiusmon shook his head. ‘Unfortunately not, where would we flee to Toxicamon? We’re branded as heretics by all eleven families’ Golbiusmon countered.

The two who hadn’t made a suggestion, stayed quiet. ‘You believe that it is hopeless? Do you GargantaKamemon, and you Vulknismon?’ the knight demanded.

Vulknismon shook his head fearfully. ‘Not that it isn’t hopeless, there’s just nothing we can do’ Vulknismon answered. GargantaKamemon nodded along with that.

‘Traitors, your time is up’ a strong voice declared. The very roof of the tower was torn away as two angels descended. An enormous smiling face was with them, it had apparently torn the roof off.

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‘Seraphimon, to what do I own this pleasure?’ Golbiusmon inquired.

Seraphimon raised his hand, to symbolize silence. ‘We have come to bring you to justice heretics’ Seraphimon answered.

Golbiusmon slacked his arms, as if sad about something. ‘I guess we can’t have tea and biscuits then. Vulknismon, please go and turn the kettle off’ Golbiusmon suggested.

Vulknismon bowed with an ‘as you wish’ and departed for the door, only to be blocked by the second angel, who wore green.

She pointed her spear at Vulknismon threateningly and he backed away into the group.

‘No one is to leave’ she stated. ‘No need to be so hostile Ophanimon. He was just going to turn the kettle off’ the smiling face boomed.

The female angel hid her helmed face in her hand. ‘He wasn’t going to turn the kettle off you idiot, he was going to escape’ she corrected.

The smiling face frowned angrily as it bit its lip. ‘Well that’s not very nice’ he pouted. Before the angel could respond, Seraphimon held up his hand. ‘Cherubimon, Ophanimon’ he barked.

The large rabbit angel stopped frowning as the female turned her back to him.

‘And they say the halves of Chaosmon can’t get along’ Pazuricciamon muttered loudly.

‘Silence!’ Ophanimon ordered. Seraphimon ignored Ophanimon’s outburst and faced Golbiusmon and his comrades. ‘We are here to bring you traitors to justice, any last requests?’ Seraphimon demanded.

Golbiusmon centered himself in the group. ‘I do’ he stated and in his hands two orbs formed, one was a white sphere with a black circle imprinted on it, and the other was a black sphere with a white ‘X” on it. ‘Truth & Lies’ Golbiusmon stated.

The two angels raised their arms defensively. ‘What game is this?’ Seraphimon demanded.

‘A simple game’ Golbiusmon answered, raising the spheres. ‘I am going to ask you a question, if you answer it correctly, the white sphere will detonate and destroy all five of us, if you get it wrong, the black sphere will steal your soul’ Golbiusmon explained.

‘Ask your question’ Seraphimon said icily.

‘As you wish. Truth or lies, were we scapegoats in this war?’ Golbiusmon demanded.

Ophanimon raised her spear in anger, but Seraphimon raised his hand, ordering her ceasefire. ‘Yes’ Seraphimon answered bitterly.

Golbiusmon’s demon mask flickered, as if smiling. The white sphere started going berserk, about to detonate. ‘It almost makes me feel better to know that’ Golbiusmon remarked, before the sphere exploded.

Despite being guarded, all three angels covered their eyes with their hands to protect them from the flash of light.

Once even the smoke had settled there were only five digitama left standing. One was completely black with purple eye patterns. The next was a brown egg with odd grey swirls. The next was a blue egg with a wave pattern on it. After that was a sandy-yellow egg with odd swirls on it. Finally, there was an egg with an overlapping fire pattern.

‘So they chose to take their own lives, but it was true then?’ Ophanimon inquired as Cherubimon reached a massive hand in and collected the eggs.

Seraphimon hung his head low. ‘In times of war, sacrifices must be made. The Raging Elementals were scapegoats to at least avert the attention of the other families, even for a little while’ he answered as he and Ophanimon rose from the ruined chamber.

‘And their castle?’ she inquired. ‘Destroy it’ was the answer.

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The holy citadel of the Virus Busters was a vast citadel hidden high in the sky. The command room was the vastest of them all, armed with many consoles and screens.

Seraphimon was standing before five large tubes, each containing the digitama that had been captured. A small Piximon fluttered over to his shoulder, landing on it and warily eying the eggs. ‘What do you suppose we do with them?’ he inquired.

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Seraphimon didn’t turn his head; he seemed to be burning with dislike of those eggs. ‘Cast them into the human world’ he commanded.

There were many gasps at that command. ‘B-B-B-But sir, surely something like that would be’ Piximon started.

‘Do you defy my command?’ Seraphimon demanded harshly. The Piximon fell off his shoulder and landed with a small plop on the ground. It rubbed its little head. ‘No sir, it’s just that such a choice would prove disastrous for that world’ Piximon protested.

Seraphimon didn’t turn away from the eggs. ‘What does it matter? We no longer share contacts with that world. It is best that the Raging Elementals torment that world, rather than our own’ he stated.

The Piximon fluttered up again to a console with tiny keys, but still big enough for his hands. ‘Okay, an express ticket to the human world, coming up’ Piximon chanted.

There was an alarm siren as the large overhead monitor displayed the symbol of the Nightmare Soldiers.

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‘Of all the times. Open the link’ Seraphimon ordered. The monitor crackled as the image of a handsome blonde man appeared. Only his face was seen, and a small marking could be seen under his eye. The man also had a knowing smile on his face, yet his eyes hid a look of contempt.

[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090823001037/digimon/images/a/a4/Lucemon_Chaos_Mode_b.jpg[/img]

‘Lucemon, what do you want?’ Seraphimon demanded.

The smile didn’t fade from Lucemon’s face, but the contempt in his eyes seemed stronger. ‘Why the hostility Seraphimon? I am merely here to congratulate your efforts in defeating the erstwhile heretics’ he explained.

Seraphimon raised a furious fist. ‘What the Virus Busters do is none of your concern’ he retorted viciously.

Lucemon’s image panned out to show him sitting on a large pale throne. His head was resting on the top of his hand, which he was using to lean on the armrest of the throne. He raised his finger like an angry parent, twiddling it from side-to-side, making a ‘tutting’ noise with his tongue. ‘There is no need for shouting Seraphimon. And yet you forget that I too was once a Virus Buster, your business, is still my business’ he corrected arrogantly.

Seraphimon grounded his fury in his fist, which he kept at his side. ‘You are not a Virus buster Lucemon, you betrayed us for the darkness. As far as I can see, this conversation is over’ he stated and the video conference ended, the screen returning to blank with the symbol of the Virus Busters spinning in the centre.

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Ophanimon entered the chamber with a much smaller Cherubimon. Many off the Digimon looked at she passed. ‘It was not nice to talk to Lucemon in that fashion’ Ophanimon scolded.

Seraphimon released his fist. ‘I can’t help it, every time I look at that smug, arrogant face. It make my blood boil’ Seraphimon replied bitterly. He never liked Lucemon, even before his betrayal.

‘You should be glad he even had the good will to talk to you’ Ophanimon countered.

‘Why are you defending him?’ Seraphimon demanded.

Ophanimon shrugged, receiving a wolf-whistle from somewhere. ‘I guess because I can see the good in anyone Seraphimon, even someone like Lucemon. I am not here to be hateful to anyone’ she answered.

Cherubimon smiled as he floated over and grabbed Seraphimon, keeping him pinned by his one huge arm. ‘Stop being so grumpy’ he said cheerfully, drilling his other huge fist into Seraphimon’s head in the form of a noogie.

‘Let me go’ Seraphimon grunted, his legs flailing uselessly as Cherubimon continued his helpful gesture.

Seraphimon eventually was released, but the wings on his helmet were ruined. ‘If I want a noogie I’ll ask for one’ Seraphimon said sharply. Cherubimon chuckled deeply at that remark.

‘Now then, before all the interruptions, send the Raging Elementals to the human world’ Seraphimon ordered.

There were loud sirens as large blast shield formed over the tubes holding the eggs. There was a bright flash, and once the shield had lowered, they were gone. ‘Was this the right thing to do?’ Ophanimon inquired.

Seraphimon looked up at the big screen, the Virus Buster symbol spinning slowly. ‘Whatever it was, it is no longer our problem’ he declared.

The screen flickered to life to reveal a lightly armoured angel with rose coloured robes. ‘Piddomon?’ Ophanimon inquired.

[img]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090425184003/digimon/images/6/69/Piddomon.jpg[/img]

The angel saluted smartly. ‘Sir, whilst excavating the remains of the heretic’s citadel, we discovered a vault. Inside we discovered some form of lab, including a digitama held in suspended animation’ it reported.

‘An egg?’ Seraphimon noted.

The Piddomon nodded. ‘Yes sir, we searched through some notes and learned that the egg was the one belonging to the original leader of the Raging Elementals’ the angel continued reporting.

Shock settled in Seraphimon as his feathers went out of line. ‘Was the egg removed from animation?!’ he demanded.

‘No sir, we left it where it was’ the angel answered.

Seraphimon sighed with some relief. 'Excellent, excellent. Return the device containing the egg back to the citadel’ Seraphimon ordered.

‘It is quite large’ the Piddomon remarked.

‘Do what you must to bring that device back in one piece; that egg must not be allowed to hatch. Do I make myself clear?!’ Seraphimon demanded.

‘Clear as ever sir’ the Piddomon answered and the link left.

Seraphimon buried his face in his gauntlet. ‘To think, the digitama of the dark one himself was in their hands all along’ he muttered.

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In the human world, specifically the city of Specter, many of the denizens were sleeping.

It was late night when five shooting stars crossed across the sky, leaving brilliant coloured tails.

These stars seemed to swiftly lower in height as they crashed into a warehouse belonging to a well-known and dangerous gang.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 1]

[u]Chapter 1: So yeah, this is a story and…..stuff[/u]

In one of the abandoned areas of Specter city lie many warehouses. Those areas are usually under the control of rival gangs, each claiming a certain amount and fighting ach other for their share.

Today we visit plot G, known to house a gang originally known as the ‘Rough nicks’.

They were busy tormenting a boy who looked about fifteen by holding a lap top out of his diminutive reach. The boy was wearing a clean white shirt with long black pants, tied up a little too tight at the waist. He had messy black hair and square glasses. An empty lap top satchel banging at his sides.

‘Come on guys, I was just passing through here on my way to school’ the boy protested, jumping up to reach the laptop.

His tormentor merely laughed, pressing his fat hand down on the boy’s head. ‘You pass through our territory, you gotta pay the price’ he chuckled.

The boy chuckled in reply to this; his was a little too ominous. He shoved the hand off his head and looked at his tormentors; a knowing look couldn’t be seen in his eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t have any money, but I’m sure my friends could pay for you. Would you prefer crash or discredit?’ the boy inquired.

The people surrounding him were slightly confused by this remark. ‘You making us look like fools?’ one of them demanded.

There was a metallic clunk as he fell to the ground, a painful impact wound in his skull.

The boy smirked as everyone turned to a man of about nineteen. He was wearing a garish black jacket with wolf fur ruff. He also wore hideous leather pants which were too tight in unspeakable places. Slung across his shoulder was a large iron pipe, slightly bent at the top.

‘Gentleman, I’m here to inform you that as of now, this plot now belongs to me and my associates. You have five minutes to get your s*** and get out’ the boy said smugly.

‘He ain’t so tough’ another thug remarked. The man with the iron pipe flicked his hair teasingly. ‘I’m not, he is’ the man remarked, pointing behind them all.

Most of them came face to face with a muscular chest, a tank-top riding on it as an enormous gut impeded any further movement of said shirt. ‘The brick shithouse’ one brave fellow cried.

Those were his last words as the Brick shithouse swung an enormous meaty hand and knocked him out cold. The diminutive boy sauntered over and pulled the laptop from the hand of his previous tormentor, placing it back into the safety of his satchel.

‘Would you kindly leave before my associate has to whale on you a few more times’ the boy remarked.

The three remaining thugs ran down the only exit, an alleyway which was blocked by two more people. One was a statuesque lady in a strapless shirt and clingy denim jeans. It was off putting about the iron pipe she held in her hands.

The other was a tall man who you could assume was twenty-two. His bulkyish appearance was supporting by a sleeveless shirt and denim jeans, held together by a leather belt which was hanging there.

‘It appears that we have a dilemma Princess Die’ the man remarked fondly.

‘Indeed so Krieger, some little piggies have just come out to the slaughter’ Princess Die remarked.

The thugs tried to flee, only to be blocked by the three they just ran away from.

‘Gentleman, welcome to your set up’ Krieger remarked, forcing the thugs onto their knees for mindless begging.

One was foolish enough to place their hands on the ground. Big mistake as Princess Die slammed the heel of her stilettos down on it. The man yelped loudly as he was silenced by a pipe to the face.

‘Why are you here?’ the largest and obvious leader questioned.

Krieger’s tough look lightened, to be conversational. ‘Word is whatever flew past in the sky three nights ago landed in your warehouse. We are here to collect’ he stated.

The thug beat his fist into the ground. ‘They’re in our warehouse, take em if you want, they’re useless eggs anyways’ he admitted in defeat.

Krieger smiled as the man in the jacket and the boy knocked out the last two. ‘I like a happy ending’ the boy remarked happily.

‘Rough nicks my ass; I find more dangerous foes when I cleans out my ears’ the jacketed fellow remarked.

Krieger and the Brick Shithouse laughed, despite the look of disdain from Princess Die and the boy.

Krieger patted them on the back for a job well down as he went down the alleyway to the warehouse. ‘Come on, to the victor goes the spoils’ he declared.

‘That’s my line’ the boy cried as they followed him in.

The warehouse was large, with an expansive bottom floor and a staircase leading into an office. There was an enormous hole in the roof, bright sunlight pierced through the dank.

On a table were the so called prizes. Enormous eggs, beyond the size of normal creatures were kept there. Odd designs covered them, yet Krieger felt an irresistible pull towards one of them, as it appeared the same for the others.

Krieger grabbed a large black egg with purple eye markings on it; they almost seemed to be looking at him.

The boy collected a brown egg with odd grey swirls whilst the Brick Shithouse chose a blue egg with a wave pattern on it. Princess Die chose the sandy-yellow egg with odd swirls on it and the jacketed man grabbed the egg with an overlapping fire pattern.

‘Curious that there should be five’ the boy remarked.

‘Too right Brains’ the jacketed man confirmed.

Krieger held the egg under his arm and motioned to leave. ‘Let’s take the loot back to the hideout’ he ordered.

‘Yes, the ‘hideout’ Brains commented with finger quotes.

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The hideout turned out to be an old but large wooden shed. Out of the four windows, only one was clean whilst the rest were consumed by the dirt of the ages.

The five people were all seated comfortably in there. Krieger had salvaged several seats for them to use, he had a large wooden chair.

Brains had a stool and a desk to work with.

Brick had a large tire due to him destroying most chairs.

Princess Die had a deck chair, which she spread herself luxuriously on in the sunlight pouring through the clean window.

The jacketed man had a wooden chair like Krieger's, which he sat on reversed.

The five eggs that they had claimed were kept neatly on Brain’s desk, each held in place by some form of clamp. ‘What kind of creature laid those eggs?’ Brains wondered.

The jacketed man laughed and brains threw him an icy look. ‘What is so funny ‘Lord’ Pyro’ he demanded.

Pyro looked at the boy with amused eyes. ‘Well, they flew across the sky right. Well, I figured that the one who laid these eggs was a giant space monster with seven arms, five legs and four pairs of tits’ Pyro joked.

Krieger chuckled lightly at that joke, whilst Brick roared with laughter, titties always made him laugh.

Princess Die merely slapped her hand over her face softly and grunted with annoyance. Brains smartly ignored the statement as he observed the eggs, he had noticed that they had been cold when collected, but they were steadily getting warmer, even though they weren’t in the sun.

‘Anyone else feel an oddly familiar warmth inside their chest, around the heart area?’ he inquired.

They all looked at them only noticing the feeling after he had mentioned it. ‘Now that you mention it’ Pyro commented. ‘I do feel an odd longing for the egg I had taken’ Krieger added.

This subtle silence was broken as the working clock on the wall chimed at nine o’clock. ‘Shaz bat, I was meant to be at work thirty minutes ago’ Krieger panicked. He grabbed a jacket that was stored on a coat hanger and ran out.

They all shrugged and left, with Brains carefully locking the door behind him, pocketing the key.

Inside the shed, despite being securely stabilized, the eggs began to rock about shakily. Cracks formed along the egg, with a small portion breaking away from Krieger’s egg. A rattling sound could be heard from it.

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It was around six p.m. when Krieger knocked off work. He worked at a local fish mart, cutting up and gutting fishes to be sold in the front of the shop. ‘See ya Alex’ one of his co-workers called as he left.

Alexander nodded to this and left, zipping up the jacket he had brought as a chilling wind blew through. The odd longing Brains had mentioned had grown stronger as the day had progressed, forcing him to hurry towards the shed.

Lord Pyro, Princess Die and Brains were all waiting by the shed. Both Brains and Princess Die were wearing jackets whilst Pyro mockingly snuggled into his fur ruff. ‘And you said it was stupid to wear this jacket’ he mocked as the other two shivered.

‘I suppose you guys are here for the same reason?’ Alex wondered.

Despite the shivering, they nodded as well. ‘So why aren’t you inside?’ he added.

Princess Die slapped Brains over the head quickly. ‘Because the idiot here gave the key to Brick’ she answered.

Alex closed his eyes slowly, letting a slow and steady sigh escape his lips. ‘If he’s eaten it, you’re getting it back’ he finally stated. Brains gulped nervously. ‘It’s not my fault; I had to give it to him so he could get something from the shed. I told him to stick it in his navel for safe keeping until I can come to get it back’ Brains protested.

Princess Die shivered from that. ‘That’s dangerous territory Brains, I thought you were smarter than that’ Pyro scolded.


There was the sound of crashing trash cans as Brick conveniently hove view. ‘Do you have the key?’ Alex inquired, his arms folded neatly.


Brick nodded and reached down to his gut, two probing fingers dove into the navel with a ‘squelch’. They all shivered as his entire hand probed the depths, until a large popping noise resonated as the key was withdrawn from the dark depths.

‘There are so many kinds of wrong there’ Pyro said, holding his hand over his mouth and swallowing something unpleasant.

Brick dropped the key into Brain’s hand, who cringed as he removed the pieces of fluff from it.

‘Now that that is out of the way’ Brains remarked whilst mentally blocking those previous images.

He was about to insert the key when some more trash cans clanked. All five heads darted about as a shadow betrayed the intruder. It had a largish face apparently, whilst wearing a baseball cap. It appeared to have three fingers, then, it was gone.

‘That, was kinda creepy’ Brains commented. There were murmurs as he inserted the key the key into the lock with a squelch, then grunting as he turned the key in the lock, sighing with relief as the bolt clicked.

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Everyone had a bemused face as they looked on the table. Five odd creatures were lying around the remains of the eggs they had collected only this morning.

‘As I said, space aliens’ Pyro cried. Hearing his voice, a small fireball launched through the air from the table and landed in his hands. He yipped at the thought of being burnt, but it was actually quite warm. He looked at it face to face; it was kinda cute, with coal black eyes and a mischievous grin.

The other four hadn’t reacted. ‘Maybe they recognize our voices’ Brains suggested. To this suggestion, a pile of ooze on the desk flobbed through the air and slatted by his feet. He looked with disdain and disgust as it reformed and crawled up his legs and eventually into his hands. He held it at the furthest possible distance, as it reeked, not to mention that it was made of trash and had a single eye on its back, which looked at him intently.

‘Yeah, okay I’ll buy that’ Princess Die conceded. To her voice a sandy yellow creature bounded off the desk and into her arms. It was like a sandy-yellow soccer ball, except that it had big adorable eyes and a :3 mouth. Princess Die couldn’t help but unleash a shriek of pleasure as eh snuggled into its warm fur, the thing didn’t protest.

‘One of two left’ Alex commented to the two left on the desk. To his call a pile of animated nuts and bolts flew through the air towards him. It seemed to be in the shape of a knight, with an enormous nut as its helm and smaller bolts making the faceguard.

‘So Brick gets the blue jellyfish’ Brains finished, looking at the small blue gelatin blob left on the desk.

They all looked at Brick expectantly. He didn’t say anything, he just pursed his lips together and blew a loud whistle.

The blob responded to his call, flying through the air and landing on the crown of his gut. He stroked it gentle, which it responded with a garbled cooing noise.

‘Odd little guys, I wonder what planet they hail from’ Pyro wondered as he playing with the fireball, dangling his finger above it and then retreating as it snapped at him.

‘Mines a little odd’ Alex stated, the nuts and bolts were just standing there, doing nothing.

‘It must be a robot or something, so it wouldn’t have a personality’ Brains explained.

It seemed it did though, as the nuts and bolts formed into a large hand, which slapped him across the face.

Alex chuckled as Brains fell off his stool. ‘That’ll learn ya’ he mocked. The bolts seemed to jiggle as if laughing as well.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the side of the shed, their eyes darting as one to the window, where they saw a bear peeping into the shed.

The face vanished as all of them literally flew from their chairs and out the door. The shadow of their target could be seen in the alleyway, which they chased to find it empty.

Brains was first to notice an odd crack in the wall, it looked forced. He looked up to see their foe climbing the wall, pummeling his three fingered fist into places where he couldn’t climb further. He motioned to them to look as well.

From a look in the light, it was an ash grey bear wearing blue straps, a blue baseball cap and it had blue training braces on its hands. It had a cute little fluff tail, which hung limply as he climbed.

He wasn’t pursued as he made it onto the roof. ‘Odd, no normal human could’ve done that’ Brains said calmly.

‘You mean, that thing was a literal bear?’ Pyro suggested.

‘No, bioengineering has only come so far in our time, to engineer a bear so close to being human is impossible’ Brains explained. ‘To put it simply, that bear must be an invader like our little friends’ he finished.

‘Well, it is getting late. Brains, see what you can dig up about our little friends and that bear’ Alex ordered.

Brains saluted mockingly to those orders.

‘Very funny’ Alex said, giving Brains a quick nick to the head with his middle and index fingers.

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Inevitably Alex had stuffed his little friend in a sack, it was made of nuts and bolts, so it should jingle like them. Alex turned the key into his apartment. It was always kept clean.

He walked past the kitchen into the living room. His mother was sitting there, reading a book and sipping on some tea. ‘I’m home’ he announced.

Her sad face looked up from her book, seeing her son brightened her face. ‘Welcome home dear’ she replied, ignoring the sack. Alex nodded and went to his room. ‘Dinner is in the microwave, you just need to reheat it’ she called.

His room was mostly barren, with only a set of draws for his clothes, a cupboard to store his good clothes in and his bed. By the side of his bed was a small side desk with a digital clock on it. He dumped the sack on the ground and opened it, the little nut knight leapt out of the open sack.

It seemed kind of indignant, at least that may have been what is was trying to represent. ‘Sorry about that, but you being here might be a bit too much for mum’ he apologized whilst shutting and locking his door.

It shrugged as it crawled up the draws and onto the top of them, lying down and dissembling into the nuts and bolts again. ‘To much excitement for one day’ he commented as he reached for something under his bed whilst unzipping his pants.

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Flashes of cries and noise. A castle besieged by flying angels, a dark lord looking with annoyance and regret from the highest tower. The vision zoomed to inside the tower, with the dark knight looking out of the window, yet it stirred, as if noticing a presence.

It helmet turned as if acknowledging the viewer. Its demon mask was removed, revealing a helm of darkness, and two crimson red eyes. The darkness overwhelmed from the helm, the eyes glowing brightly and-

Alex woke with a start, the sheets flying off as he looked wildly at his clock, which read that it was twenty-three past four.

His heart was racing slowly, he hadn’t had a nightmare for years. There was a clunking around the room. He leapt from his bed and turned the light on, revealing the little nut knight had gone, replaced with an actual knight with a ridiculously oversized helmet.

He watched as it bumped around aimlessly, obviously put off by the size of its helmet. The knight gave up eventually, retreating into the enormous helmet.

‘Better get to sleep as well’ Alex said icily, not wanting to disturb ‘it’.

The lights flicked off and the mattress squeaked and groaned under the weight.

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Daybreak cut through the open window. The clock read at nine-oh-nine.

A small hand poked Alex in the face. He ignored it and kept sleeping, causing another poke. Alex grunted and rolled over. A shield came down and whacked him on the head.

Alex woke with alarm, eyes flying wildly about for his attacked, until they focused in front of him. Before him stood a small child-like knight. Its armour clearly mismatched and grey in colour. Its helmet visor was down and it was looking at him expectantly. ‘Good morning’ it greeted an a noble tone.

Alex was speechless, [i]it[/i] had actually spoken to him, and [i]it[/i] could actually speak.

The knight waited expectantly from him, remaining silent.

‘Good morning’ Alex replied shakily.

‘Is something the matter, is there something on me?’ the knight inquired, its hands searching all over its armour for the infraction.

‘No, but where is the nuts and bolts, and the big head guy?’ Alex inquired.

The knight looked at him, it then chuckled. ‘Oh I see, first timer, easily confused’ the knight muttered.

‘What?’ Alex demanded. The knight waved his enormous left gauntlet. ‘It is true, we and humans haven’t made contact in a very long time’ he said in aside.

‘I’m a Digimon my lord’ the knight answered. Alex just looked at him silently, the dictionary of his mind looking for the meaning of that word. ‘It means Digital Monster’ the knight said, answering the mental question.

‘What?’ Alex repeated. The knight sighed in annoyance. ‘You human’ he said slowly, pointing at Alex. ‘Me super-advanced digital life form’ he finished, pointing at himself.

Alex was still silent, not getting any of it. ‘Now that we settled that, my name is ProtoKnightmon’ the knight introduced, holding out his thinner right hand. ‘Alex’ Alex replied, taking the little hand and shaking it.

‘So, did anyone see you?’ Alex began. ‘Your mother came in, but I had used my superior sense to detect that and hid in the cupboard’ ProtoKnightmon announced proudly.

‘Did she say anything?’ Alex demanded. ‘Something about going to the shops’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

‘Right’ Alex said as he kicked off his sheet and exited his bed. He walked over to his draws and grabbed some clothes. He was about to take his boxers off, but he felt kinda uncomfortable with ProtoKnightmon watching.

‘Umm, could you maybe leave’ he suggested. ProtoKnightmon humphed, opening the door and close to shutting it. ‘Wouldn’t matter, not as if you haven’t got what I haven’t seen already’ he said cheekily and closed the door.

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It was hard trying to smuggle ProtoKnightmon over to the shed. His mismatched armour was not suited for stealth.

The shed door was wide open, which wasn’t a good sign. He raced in, only to find the others there, with similar problems.

Brains was being assaulted by a giant flying sphere of trash, corrosive materials and sewage. It had two batish wings on either side with two holes for apparent eyes and an enormous mouth.

Pyro was sitting on his chair in reverse and was being scolded by a small noble for ‘such uncouth and inmanneristic actions will never get you ahead in life’. The noble had coal red skin and was wearing a small tuxedo made of solid magma.

Princess Die was holding a doll like creature. It was a petite little girl wearing a kimono, with sleeves far too big. It was hiding its face behind the sleeves.

Brick was sitting on his tire, whilst a small turtle was by his side. It had sea foam green colouring with an enormous shell. It had small stumpy legs which were only just able to carry it. It had a docile smile and was obviously asleep.

ProtoKnightmon managed to squeeze past to observe. ‘Ah my dearest comrades’ he greeted.

All four of the creature looked at ProtoKnightmon and smiled. ‘My lord’ the flaming noble greeted. ‘As to you Gentlemon’ ProtoKnightmon said in return.

‘What’s shaking man’ the flying slime ball greeted. ‘Not much DaTsukaimon’ ProtoKnightmon replied.

‘Dearest ProtoKnightmon’ the little doll explained, finally revealing her face. ‘Ah my dear Notusmon, still as shy as ever’ ProtoKnightmon remarked.

The turtle did exactly waken, so ProtoKnightmon patted him on the head. ‘Sleep well Tortmon’ ProtoKnightmon said.

He caught their odd looks. ‘Ah yes, real introductions. I am ProtoKnightmon, the leader of the Raging Elementals’ ProtoKnightmon said with a bow.

‘The Raging?’ Alex began. ‘Elementals?’ Brains finished.

There was a gasp from the door. The bear from before was at the doorway before fleeing.

‘Bearmon’ ProtoKnightmon hissed, leaping past Alex and out the door. ‘Proto Shield Bunker’ he called, charging up energy and slamming into the back of the Bearmon. He pinned his arms, but the Bearmon kicked him off and kept running, except that Notusmon and Gentlemon had blocked the exit.

The creature looked around slowly, he had been surrounded by all five of the Raging Elementals. Tortmon can be fast when he wants to be.

The Bearmon raised his fists, but couldn’t decide which to attack. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

[u]Chapter 2: Alibis and Animal Cruelty[/u]

The Bearmon forcefully lowered its fists. ‘Parley’ he called to the humans.

‘We’re not pirates’ ProtoKnightmon said forcefully, raising his sword to strike.

‘Let’s hear what he has to say’ Alex decided. He kept a watchful eye as the five rookies lowered their guard.

He nodded to Pyro, who entered the shed and brought out a length of rope. The Bearmon tried to run, but he blocked off by Notusmon and Gentlemon. They managed to force his hands behind his back so Pyro could bind them tightly.

‘Parley means you can’t hurt the prisoner’ the Bearmon protested. They all smiled in an evil way. ‘We’re not pirates’ Princess Die repeated as ProtoKnightmon slammed his shield into the Bearmon’s stomach. He groaned collapsed, the wind knocked out of him.

Notusmon and Gentlemon grabbed the unconscious creature and dragged him into the shed.

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The Bearmon woke, his vision blurred by something, which turned out to be a blindfold. ‘Where am I?’ he croaked, his throat dry.

His plea was met only with a chilling chuckle. ‘You’re in our clutches sufficed to say, do what we demand and we might release you’ an arrogant voice answered.

The Bearmon tried to move, but he finally felt the ropes which bound his feet and hands to what appeared to be a chair. ‘I’ll bust my way out of here’ the Bearmon threatened.

Several voices chorused with laughter at this feeble threat. ‘I doubt you will be going anywhere on an empty stomach, not even a Digimon can outmatch an empty stomach’ a noticeably female but timid voice mocked.

The Bearmon clammed up. [i]‘How much do they know?’[/i] he wondered fearfully.

‘Well then, do you feel like telling us your name, or would you prefer us to keep calling you Bearmon?’ another voice inquired.

‘Call me Mauler’ Mauler answered, knowing his situation would move smoother if he just answered his questions.

‘Very good, Mauler; now then, shall we remove your blindfold? Or do you feel like playing blind man’s bluff some more?’ a voice inquired.

‘Remove it’ Mauler demanded. Light flooded his vision, revealing his supposed prison to be a shed, the same shed he was peeping in before. ‘Well that is disappointing’ Mauler remarked.

His lead interrogator was a man about nineteen or twenty maybe; he wore a sleeveless shirt and jeans, a typical street thug. On a stool was a boy who looked about ten, he had a laptop firmly rested in his lap.

‘I eat guys like you for breakfast’ he added to the two humans. ‘Indeed, but wouldn’t you prefer this?’ the young boy inquired, nodding to the door.

A young girl wearing a boobtube and very shapely jeans entered with a rectangular box. She placed it on the nearby desk, opening it up to reveal a single perfect pizza. It was coated in thick cheese, with small squares of bacon and other meats. The tomato paste was almost bubbling.

Mauler turned away and tried to resist the sight, but the smell overpowered him and he faced the box, small portions of drool dribbling from his mouth. ‘That’s not fair’ Mauler protested.

The girl chuckled evilly as she pulled a slice out, the cheese stretching and then breaking like elastic. She moved forward and held it near his face; small beads of sweet began to form on Mauler’s face. The smell, the warmth, the cheese, it was overpowering. He snapped forward, desperate to taste even a small portion of the slice, only to be restrained by his bonds.

‘He’s ready’ the boy commented. The girl returned the slice to the box and closed it, trapping the warm pizza and odour.

Mauler tried to break his bonds, desperate for some food. ‘Now then, tell us what we want to know and get the pizza, deny us, and watch as we enjoy the pizza’ the man very clearly stated.

‘Fine’ Mauler said gruffly. The man nodded to the door and the two Digimon from before entered. ‘ProtoKnightmon and Notusmon’ Bearmon said with the same disgust as saying the word ‘tapeworm’.

‘He’s all yours’ the man stated and left, but only the boy remained to take notes. ProtoKnightmon stepped forward, first to question. ‘How long have you been in the human world?’ he demanded.

Despite the disgust, Mauler would drop kick a granny for a pizza when on an empty stomach. ‘I’ve been in the human world for three years, four in a few months’ he answered.

ProtoKnightmon nodded thoughtfully at this. ‘By my recollection, that is when the Dragon’s Roar family hit the Nature Spirits the hardest, no doubt your family sought help to save you from the war. I heard something about the Virus Busters allowing a few exoduses to the human world’ he remarked.

Mauler nodded to his answer. ‘Yes, my parents wanted to flee the war, but they cared for my safety more. We approached the Celestial Trinity for help. Seraphimon wanted to turn us away, but I spoke out courageously, earning support from Cherubimon and Ophanimon. I was sent to the human world, and I’ve lived here since, scavenging like a Saberdramon’ Mauler replied, his tone bitter at the end.

‘Why were you spying on us?’ Notusmon demanded, no vestiges of threat existed in her timid voice.

‘I was curious, I felt a strange power these past four days. I followed the humans to find out what it was. If I had known that it was you guys, I wouldn’t have bothered’ Mauler answered.

A long sleeve zipped through the air and slapped him across the face. ‘You will address us in the highest amount of respect’ Notusmon roared, completely out of character.

Mauler growled, but Notusmon was restrained by ProtoKnightmon. ‘You have answered our questions, you may go’ ProtoKnightmon said to Mauler. He cut the bonds binding him, leaving him on the chair.

Mauler rubbed his wrists; they were slightly indented from the bonds. He walked across to the desk and grabbed his prize. ‘I’ll be going now’ he stated and walked out, grabbing a slice and cramming it into his mouth.

They all watched as Mauler walked off, to hide in the alley so he may enjoy his pizza in peace.

Princess Die couldn’t help it any longer; she finally released a loud ‘SQUEE!’

‘Squeal much?’ Pyro remarked, digging into his ear with his pinky.

Princess Die composed herself again. ‘Sorry about that, that was my inner child talking’ she excused.

‘A likely story’ Brains countered at the shed’s doorway. ‘It is a proven fact that no matter what kind of girl it is, stick something cute in front of them like a tiny dog and they melt instantly’ he added in a satisfied tone.

She glared at him, but Alex merely patted her on the shoulder. ‘Thank you Tyson, it will help to [b]NOT[/b] aggravate the other members’ he stated calmly.

Tyson rubbed the back of his head. ‘If Diane can’t handle a simple fact that’s her problem’ he argued.

‘Curious things you humans, you fight so much, yet are able to get over discretions so fast. How do you inferior beings do that?’ Gentlemon remarked.

The humans looked at the Digimon, who were waiting expectantly by the shed. ‘Oh yeah, forgot you guys were here’ Alex remarked.

Steam literally jetted out from Gentlemon. ‘You forgot!’ he screeched.

Pyro waved a hand nonchalantly. ‘If you haven’t noticed, us ‘inferior beings’ were having a fight and getting over it’ he said with heavy sarcasm.

‘Pipe down, I’m trying to enjoy my pizza in peace’ Mauler shouted from the alley.

‘This doesn’t concern you’ Pyro shouted back. He turned a glaring eye at Gentlemon.

‘Pyro and Gentlemon, a match made in heaven, or in this case, hell’ Diane laughed. No one else did, although Alex coughed politely. ‘Oh I get it, ‘Lord’ Pyro here makes a joke about boobs and you wet yourselves, I make a clever turn of phrase and I get jack shit’ she snarled.

Notusmon took her hand. ‘I’ll laugh if you want me to’ she squeaked. ‘I’m fine’ Diane replied.

‘SHUT UP!’ Mauler shouted from the alley.

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The past few days had been hell on Seraphimon. He had been simultaneously managing four different warfronts and the apparent lack of sleep was getting to him. His wings and armour had lost their luster and he was nodding off every so often.

He didn’t notice as Ophanimon walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He was too tired to even stop her. ‘Maybe it’s about time you had some well deserved rest’ she offered in her usual sympathetic tones.

Seraphimon shook his head, his left helm wing going limp. ‘I cannot my dear, these war zones must be monitored for changes in battle’ he yawned, his head resting on his hand.

Ophanimon frowned and grabbed the back of the chair, spinning it around to force Seraphimon into facing her. ‘Go to bed, now’ she ordered in a frightening albeit convincing tone.

‘No point in arguing’ Seraphimon conceded. He hauled himself from the chair and made his way out of the command room. ‘No disturbances’ he ordered and left.

Ophanimon saluted and took her place in the chair, swinging around to face the monitors. She took a sweeping glance at all the Digimon operating the systems. ‘You are all allowed an hour’s reprieve’ she stated loudly.

Within a minute all the Digimon had left, grateful for the break.

Ophanimon looked around slyly before punching in a dialing sequence into a nearby console. She returned to her chair as a distinct ringing sound was heard from the screen, until the Nightmare Soldier symbol appeared on screen.

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It flickered to a handsome woman wearing a long sweeping violet robe. Her hair was done up with several chopsticks. She was sitting on an elegant throne with black and red lace. ‘This is Lilithmon’ she stated.

‘Hello dear sister’ Ophanimon greeted. A fanged smile greeted Lilithmon’s lips. ‘Ah, my dear little sister, it has been so long since we chatted’ she remarked.

‘Too long, you know how work is’ Ophanimon agreed. ‘I know, Lucemon has been running me ragged these past few days’ Lilithmon admitted.

‘Seraphimon is running himself ragged, has hasn’t slept for three days straight’ Ophanimon added.

A slight chuckle escaped Lilithmon’s lips. ‘Not as bad as Lucemon, I could have sworn I saw him popping some sort of drug. I’m thinking of slipping him some valium or something’ she stated.

‘Really? I didn’t expect Lucemon to be like that, but I guess it is the whole ‘demon of pride’ business’ Ophanimon commented.

Lilithmon nodded in agreement. ‘Yeah, he’s so tired he won’t even come to my bedroom in the late of night anymore’ Lilithmon said bitterly.

Ophanimon raised her scolding figure. ‘You dirty girl’ she said in a scolding voice, but laughed. ‘So how big is his, you know’ she inquired with mild curiosity.

‘Well, you know those sausage rolls we used to buy when we were little’ Lilithmon stated.

‘Oh, you really are a dirty girl’ Ophanimon joked.

Lilithmon raised her right hand. ‘Guilty’ she replied jokingly. They both laughed at this little joke.

‘Actually, there is something I had been meaning to talk about. Did you, Seraphimon and Cherubimon really off the Raging Elementals?’ Lilithmon inquired.

Ophanimon sighed. ‘Always to the point’ she muttered. ‘Technically we had cornered them, but Golbiusmon blew himself and the other four up with his Truth & Lies attack’ Ophanimon admitted.

Lilithmon noticed something and moved out of view, there was a rustling noise. ‘Shame, Pazuricciamon and I were going to play poker with Lotosmon and Rosemon next Sunday’ Lilithmon commented as she returned to view.

She sat down on her chair and was holding a small packet in her hand, there was a cartoon cherry on the front. She tore the top off neatly and dug around for a candy stick. She licked it twice and dug into the packet, retrieving the stick coated in red candy.

‘Always the sweet tooth’ Ophanimon remarked as Lilithmon sucked the candy off.

She dug the stick back into the packet and left it there. ‘I know you’re joking, but would you stop chastising me woman’ Lilithmon said in annoyance.

‘Sorry sister, it is just my nature’ Ophanimon apologized.

Lilithmon made an unconvinced sound as she retrieved the stick and sucked the candy off. ‘I don’t know why, but cherry is always the best flavour’ Lilithmon commented.

Ophanimon raised an accusing finger. ‘I’m sorry, but grape is the best flavour’ she countered.

‘Cherry’ Lilithmon argued. ‘Grape’ Ophanimon argued back.

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‘You know, one problem is actually explaining these guys to our families’ Alex realized. They had returned to the shed and kept the door securely shut.

Of course, before that Pyro and Gentlemon had a fight, it was so awesome you should’ve been there instead of reading the previous paragraph, your loss really.

The humans nodded in agreement. ‘Why don’t you just tell them the truth?’ PorotoKnightmon considered.

Tyson laughed sarcastically. ‘I’m sure you know as well as we do that any human who would come in contact with you would run away screaming’ he concluded. The other murmured with agreement.

‘Right, I forgot that you humans run away from anything mildly threatening, at least the normal ones do’ ProtoKnightmon agreed.

‘Therefore, I shall create cunning excuses for our odd friends’ Tyson continued, clearly on a roll.

‘Whatever you want’ the others decided.

Tyson began furiously typing on his laptop, muttering to himself as he hastily deleted a part and extended another.

‘Finished’ he declared after three minutes and thirteen seconds.

They all crowded around him for the excuse. ‘Firstly, Alex. Your excuse is that you were assigned for one of those little brother programs and ProtoKnightmon is your little brother, who came from an abusive family and took to wearing cardboard armour like a knight’ Tyson explained.

‘Noted’ Alex replied.

‘Diane, yours is easy enough, just say that Notusmon is a doll’ Tyson continued.

‘Sounds easy enough’ she replied.

‘Pyro, yours was a little tougher, but I made a convincing excuse. Essentially you are to wrap Gentlemon up in bandages and say that he is a burn victim that you are keeping at your house for a community service because his family was killed in a fire’ Tyson continued.

‘That sounds simple enough’ Pyro decided, stealing a smug glance at Gentlemon.

‘And for me, well, DaTsukaimon is going to be a science project that I’ll pretend to keep in my closet’ Tyson finished.

‘What about Dennis?’ Diane inquired, turning to the man. He was watching a moth flitter around on a nearby shelf.

‘Diane, Dennis once found a rat which became his pet. He brings weird crap to his house all the time, if Tortmon just stands still enough, he can get away with being an odd statue’ Tyson stated.

‘Okay, we have our rhyme, and we have our reason. I think we should head back home now’ Alex decided.

‘Yeah, I was meant to get some milk anyways’ Pyro said.

‘Tyson, sine it was your plan, you are to help Pyro dress Gentlemon like a burn victim’ Alex ordered.

‘Yes thir’ Tyson saluted.

‘Good’ Alex said and walked off, ProtoKnightmon following at his heels. ‘At least I won’t have to hide in the closet’ the small knight remarked.

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Alex and ProtoKnightmon found the front door unlocked. ‘Mom is home, try not to startle her’ Alex ordered.

They walked through the front door, past the kitchen and too the lounge room. Celia was sitting on the couch and watching the news.

[i]‘There has yet to be any reports of the missing child, Emerio Vandez, aged eleven. Police are still searching the area for clues, but no witnesses or suspicious disturbances during the disappearance have been detected’ the TV buzzed.[/i]

Celia sighed and shook her head as she turned the TV off. She looked up to see Alex and an odd looking little boy. ‘Who is this?’ she inquired.

‘I got assigned to another one of those little brother things by the community centre. I was given this kid who took to wearing cardboard armour’ Alex recited perfectly.

‘What’s his name?’ Celia inquired. ‘Timmy’ Alex answered quickly. Timmy shot Alex a dirty look.

‘Well, it is a good thing that you alerted me before dinner, I’d hate to think I’d be one plate short’ Celia sighed.

‘Great, we’ll be in my room’ Alex said and walked off with Timmy.

The door shut silently.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Chapter 3]
[u]Chapter 3: Something May Just Happen, and Perhaps Somebody’s Boob Pops Out[/u]

Alex had taken to bringing ‘Timmy’ with him to work to keep the little knight out of trouble at home.

It had been tense; nothing had happened for the past few days, the overall feeling of an attack was becoming overwhelming on the group.

Alex inserted the key into the look and twisted it, releasing the lock and opening the door. He stretched with a grunt whilst ProtoKnightmon cleaned his boots on the small welcome mat at the door.

Alex scratched a certain spot as he entered the kitchen, finding a small note on the fridge.

[i]‘Working late tonight, be back at around 11. Dinner for you and Timmy is in the fridge, microwave it for about three minutes.

~Love Mom’[/i]

Alex smiled as he found two bowls of pasta in the fridge. He grabbed them both and moved to the microwave, bunging them both in and setting the counter to four minutes.

‘The note said three minutes’ ProtoKnightmon noted. ‘I like my pasta a bit overdone’ Alex answered.

He stretched again as he made his way into his room. He was stopped at the door, as was ProtoKnightmon when he got to it.

Mauler was lying on his bed, in a position he deemed comfortable. His cap was lowered over his eyes, yet you could be certain that they were looking at Alex and ProtoKnightmon. ‘Nice digs ya got here’ Mauler remarked.

‘This is just like that human fairy tale, Beardilocks and the three Humes’ ProtoKnightmon commented.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Alex demanded.

Mauler twisted his cap back to the normal position and pushed himself off the bed, landing on both feet. ‘Animal control and certain units of the police are searching the area for a bear that is loose in the city. I’m merely hiding out until it blows over’ he explained.

‘Then why come here?’ Alex demanded.

Mauler knowingly smiled at them both. ‘Well, I figured you wouldn’t mind me staying here’ he stated.

‘I’m afraid we do’ ProtoKnightmon countered.

Mauler smiled again and sat on Alex’s bed. ‘Pity that, I’m pretty sure animal control would be very interested in a talking bear, not to mention the names that bear happened to know’ Mauler replied.

‘You magnificent bastard’ Alex exclaimed.

‘This is flat out, erm’ ProtoKnightmon began.

‘Extortion? Blackmail perhaps?’ Mauled finished for him.

Alex grunted with annoyance, the damn bear knew stuff, it wouldn’t help if he got caught. ‘Fine, you can stay here until it blows over, you’ll be sleeping in the cupboard of course’ Alex decided.

Mauled raised one of his fingers, which could be translated to a thumbs up. ‘I want more than that, I want to join your gang’ he decided.

‘What?’ they both asked.

Mauled nodded proudly. ‘Sure, I’ll join your gang, you need a beefcake like me anyways’ Mauled continued.

‘Don’t flatter yourself, if Dennis heard you referring to yourself as a beefcake he’d eat you’ Alex said icily.

‘Who’s he, the big fat guy?’ Mauler inquired, holding his arms out like imaginary fatness.

‘Yes, of course, I’m sure he’s more muscle than fat, but we’ll see. I’ll call the guys, we’ll schedule your hazing for tomorrow’ Alex stated.

‘Hazing?’ Mauler inquired, his eyebrow(?) raised.

It was Alex’s turn for a knowing smile. ‘You have no idea’ he stated.

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Seraphimon’s rest had already worn off as he remained slumped in is chair. Ophanimon was sitting next to him, helping to maintain the war zones.

Ophanimon cocked her head slightly. ‘Did you hear that?’ she inquired.

Seraphimon’s looked at her. ‘Hear what?’ he inquired.

Ophanimon cocked her head again for the noise. ‘There it is again, it’s purring’ she remarked.

A loud purr resonated in the room. ‘I see what you mean’ he commented.

‘The ocean moon shines upon an empty sky’ an irritably high voice remarked.

They both turned around for the intruder. ‘Oh no, why him?’ Seraphimon pleaded.

They were both facing an odd man in a fluorescent pink tuxedo. He had an irremovable grin plastered to his face, showing two pointed teeth. His eyes hidden by both mirrored sunglasses and a pink top hat, which had cards stuck to the side by a band. His long pink tail flicked about. The man had elegant pink gloves, which rested on an enormous battleaxe with a heart shaped blade.

‘Carrollmon, explain your presence’ Seraphimon demanded.

Carrollmon kept smiling at them, it was irritating. ‘The fallen ones Element the plot, they’re Raging across the fallen world, destined to recycle. The One who will save us all, resides in The Dark’ he stated.

Seraphimon slammed his fist on the armrest. ‘Enough of your damn riddles, explain your presence or leave’ he ordered.

Carrollmon merely smiled as he began to vanish. Bit by bit until his smile hung in the air, until it vanished too.

‘Why we allow that damn creature to roam freely is beyond me’ Seraphimon angrily stated.

Ophanimon raised her hand. ‘Calm yourself Seraphimon, lest you end up like Daemon, demon of rage’ she chided.

Seraphimon released his fist. ‘That damn creatures irritates me, and the lack of sleep makes it worse’ he said.

‘Then you should rest again, and for the matter of Carrollmon, he likes games. He thinks this war is a story, offering us a riddle means he knows something we do not in order to further the plot’ she explained.

‘The nonsense he speaks, what did he mean then?’ Seraphimon inquired.

‘Well, he used the words ‘Element’, ‘Raging’, ‘One’, ‘The’ and ‘Dark and as if they were names’ Ophanimon noted.

‘Element Raging?’ Seraphimon considered, but he knew. ‘The Raging Elementals’ they realized, The Dark One forgotten.

‘Search for Digital life signatures in the human world’ Ophanimon demanded.

‘Yes milady’ a nearby Angemon saluted and typed rapidly, an image of the human world appearing on screen. Small flickering lights appeared on screen, however, on one part of the world were different coloured lights.

‘Black, red, green, brown and blue. It is them’ Seraphimon cried.

‘But, Digitama exiled to the human world can only be awakened by their hand’ Ophanimon stated.

‘Impossible, it usually takes weeks or months to locate a suitable partner, the chances of locating them so soon is one in a million’ Seraphimon added.

‘That’s still better than any state lottery’ one of the Digimon cut in.

‘We’ll need to do something drastic, prepares the troops, we’ll need to erase the Elementals and their humans before they can interfere’ Seraphimon concluded.

‘Do you believe that to be the best course of action?’ a voice inquired.

From the doorway strode an enormous white knight. His armoured gleamed on him, as did the dragon and wolf headed arms he possessed. His red cape kept perfectly still.

‘That do you suggest we do Omnimon?’ Ophanimon inquired.

Omnimon folded his arms and observed the monitor. ‘Even if the Raging Elementals have been born, they would be at their Rookie level at best. They hardly constitute a threat. However, to make sure, we will send a lone troop in to investigate. I suggest an Apemon’ Omnimon answered.

Seraphimon sighed and rose from his chair. ‘Do as you must’ he stated and walked out.

‘I will never understand what is going on in that head of his’ Ophanimon remarked.

Omnimon helped himself to Seraphimon’s seat, it reshaped to his body. ‘There is a rhyme to every reason, I’m sure we’ll understand in time’ he answered.

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By the next day, Alex, ProtoKnightmon and Mauler had made it to the shed, they were first to arrive. The others arrived shortly after that, each with their partner.

‘So we heard you want to join our gang’ Pyro said to Mauler. ‘Yes I do’ the bear replied.

‘Well, to do so, you must pass our five hazes, each one directed by one of us’ Tyson explained.

‘Sounds simple, what’s the first haze?’ Mauler inquired.

Dennis stepped forward, allowing Mauler to see how big he was, his earlier pride vanishing. ‘Your first is a test of determination. You must reach in and remove the tennis ball Dennis hid in his naval’ Alex explained.

Mauled looked at Alex, hoping it was a joke. He looked with disgust and Dennis’ glistening gut, however, he reached forward and inserted one finger into the naval. With morbid curiosity Mauler dug in with his entire hand. It was warm and full of fluff, he managed to secure his hand around a round object.

Mauler pulled back until he arm was released with a sucking noise. Mauler’s hand was closed around. ‘An apple?’ Mauler inquired, looking at it.

‘Not a tennis ball, dig around again’ Alex coaxed him.

With more determination Mauler dug in again, ignoring Dennis’ rumbling chuckles. He found another object and removed it. It was (thankfully) the tennis ball. ‘How the hell did that fit in there?’ Mauler inquired.

They all shrugged. ‘We don’t know really, one day I gave the keys to Dennis before leaving. When I returned I asked them where they were. He stuck a fat finger into there and pulled them out again. He’s been using it as storage ever since’ Tyson explained.

‘We think there is a pocket dimension in there’ Pyro added.

Mauler looked with disdain at Dennis before dropping the ball. ‘Next?’ he inquired.

Diane smiled as she escorted Mauler into the shed. ‘What is this?’ Mauler inquired. ‘A test of endurance’ Alex answered. ‘You mean I have to resist making love to her supple and sexy body?’ Mauler inquired.

They looked at him dumbly. ‘Never thought of that, make a note of that Tyson’ Alex ordered. Tyson pulled out a small notebook and scribbled something down.

Diane smiled as they entered the shed. ‘Don’t be silly Mauler, this is my ‘talk until you wanna commit suicide torture’ Diane answered brightly.

Mauler’s eyes shrank as he raced for the door, only to have it shut and dead bolted in his face. ‘See you in an hour’ Alex called.

There were scratching noises on the other side of the door.

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Alex, Pyro, Gentlemon, Tyson and ProtoKnightmon were sitting in a circle with a hand of five cards each. DaTsukaimon, Notusmon and Tortmon were watching from the sidelines.

Gentlemon was laughing smugly. ‘This game is at an end, you gave me the ace, I have a royal flush’ he declared dramatically, revealing his hand to the ace, king, queen, jack and ten of hearts.

‘Man, how is he doing that, I’m shuffling the deck’ Pyro exclaimed. This was interrupted by banging on the door.

‘How long has it been?’ Alex inquired. Tyson looked down at his watch. ‘Twenty minutes’ Tyson added. ‘He’s a tough one; they usually start banging by the first five minutes’ Alex commented.

The game continued on, involving a bizarre game where everyone all got royal flushes. What, not strange? They were all hearts royal flushes, yeah, ‘strange’.

The sound of banging had died out after ten minutes, to be replaced by gentle rhythmic sobbing.

‘I wonder if she’s started talking about shoes yet’ Pyro wondered. ‘Nah, that’s one of her openers to crush their spirit early’ Alex replied.

Finally the hour was up, Alex opened the locks and Diane strode out, she was sucking down a bottle of water. ‘If you want him, he’s in the ‘corner’ she said.

They all walked into the shed, Mauler was indeed in the ‘corner’. He was sitting there with his legs tucked in and his arms hugging them. He was muttering something slowly.

‘Did you talk about periods?’ Pyro inquired. Diane smiled knowingly and tapped the side of her nose. ‘Poor guy’ Tyson remarked.

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Once Mauler had managed to pull himself together, it was time for the next trial. ‘So what is the next ‘trial’ Mauler inquired with finger quotes.

The humans didn’t really answer. ‘There aren’t anymore, we expected you to crack at Diane’s challenge’ Tyson answered.

Mauler’s eye twitched. ‘What?’ he managed to croak out.

‘Yeah, we don’t really receive applicants, so we don’t have actual tests, because we’re willing to take anyone really. You were a special case because of the blackmail you tried to induce on us. However, since you were hard enough to suffer Diane’s wrath, you’re okay by us’ Alex admitted.

Mauler was silent, he couldn’t rationalize it as good or bad news. ‘Are you familiar with the term ‘two wrongs don’t make a right?’ he inquired.

There were some uncommitted ‘hmmms’ from the group. ‘I think I heard it once’ DaTsukaimon gurgled.

They all looked at the floating trash pile. ‘Anywho, now that Mauler is a part of our gang, relax’ Alex added.

All air of superiority vanished as Diane raced forward and tackled Mauler. She managed bring him to his (and her) knees as she hugged him tightly, her head snuggling his warm fur. ‘What is she doing?’ he gasped.

Tyson smiled, he always had the answer for her actions. ‘It’s a woman thing, they see something smaller and fuzzier than they are and all self control melts away to the instinct of claiming the cute object’ Tyson answered scientifically.

‘Can you make her stop?’ Mauler gasped as she hugged tighter.

‘Heel girl’ Alex ordered forcefully. She looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, her grip lessening so Mauler could breathe. ‘It looks official’ Pyro commented.

Mauler looked at him. ‘What is official?’ he demanded desperately.

Pyro grinned stupidly. ‘Quite simple, Diane has claimed you, therefore, you are now officially her bitch’ he answered.

Mauler groaned, except he found Diane fondling his arms. ‘Do you work out?’ she inquired.

Mauler pushed her back slightly. ‘So glad you asked’ he answered and began flexing his arms. ‘Check out these bad boys’ he boasted, tensing his arm muscles.

‘Awwww’ Diane crooned at her little teddy bear.

‘Looks like you have some competition Notusmon’ ProtoKnightmon whispered to her. Notusmon made a self-satisfied humph.

‘So, it appears you ally yourself with these heretics?’ an angry voice snarled.

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Materializing in an alleyway was an enormous golden monkey creature. His golden hair blew in the gentle breeze. His small face twisted in a look of pure aggression.

‘What is that?’ Pyro exclaimed. Mauler tightened his little fists.

[spoiler=Apemon]
[img]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/9/98/Apemon.gif[/img]

‘Apemon, a champion level Beast Digimon, his type is a lackey for the Virus Busters, Nightmare Soldiers and the Nature Spirits. His attacks are Mega Bone Stick, Metallic Fur and Fierce Demon Monkey Bomb. He’s not the type to quit on a fight as he relentlessly hunts down viruses on the data network; and exterminates them.’

~Mauler[/spoiler]


‘Good to know’ Alex stated.

Apemon drew a large bone from nowhere and pointed it at the group. ‘I was charged with observing the threat that is the Raging Elementals, and here I see them already accepting the exiled Digimon into their fold. The answer is immediate deletion’ Apemon preached.

‘Stop shouting, the humans will hear you’ Gentlemon ordered.

Apemon laughed as he revealed a small device clinging to his armband. ‘Lord Omnimon gave me this device which creates a time field, this whole alleyway has been removed from time, eventually it will resynchronize, but until then no human is aware of this fight’ he boasted.

‘Then we’ll make this a fun fight’ ProtoKnightmon decided, drawing his blade and leaping forward, along with the other four. ‘Not joining us?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired of Mauler.

‘No, you play your dirty fighting strategy, I prefer to fight one on one’ Mauler answered with disgust.

‘Suit yourself, attack!’ ProtoKnightmon commanded. ‘Toxic Stew’ DaTsukaimon hissed, heaving up corrosive chemicals all over the area surrounding Apemon. He watched in disgust as some of the spew splattered on his foot.

He yelped in surprise at it began burning his foot, leaving a small burn mark.

‘Ping-Pong Koopa Cannon’ Tortmon cried, withdrawing into his shell and firing a stream of water in an attempt to tackle Apemon. The ape was prepared for this as he swung with his bone, knocking Tortmon straight into Notusmon and Gentlemon, knocking all three out.

‘No matter how many you have, you can’t amount to my power’ Apemon boasted.

ProtoKnightmon growled furiously and charged forward. ‘Proto Shield Buckler’ he shouted, hiding behind his shield and picking up speed.

‘Mega Bone Stick’ Apemon countered, sweeping his bone weapon and slamming ProtoKnightmon. The swing caught him by the waist and sent him straight into a wall, sending cracks along the impact zone.

Apemon smirked as he looked at the humans. ‘By order of Lord Omnimon, those in contact with the Raging Elementals will be destroyed’ he preached.

‘You wouldn’t hurt a pretty and innocent girl would you?’ Diane pouted in her best girly-girl manner.

Apemon laughed at her charade. ‘Admirable effort temptress, but I see through your lies’ Apemon laughed.

He was immediately tossed to his side as Mauler tackled him. ‘Cheap attack’ Apemon hissed and kicked at him furiously. The small bear was kicked away and rolled on the ground, yet he still got back up.

‘Heh, I thought the Virus Busters were better training their troops, you’re a disgrace’ he mocked.

Apemon cringed at those harsh words. ‘I’LL SHOW YOU’ he screamed and furiously struck with his bone, which Mauler nimbly dodged.

Alex took to this distraction as a blessing as he made his way to ProtoKnightmon. He was barely picking himself up off the ground as he made it to his knees. ‘Timmy’ Alex stated.

ProtoKnightmon laughed with irony at the gesture. ‘Cute, I overestimated my own power here. Being reborn sapped away all the power I had in my original form’ ProtoKnightmon admitted.

Alex nodded as he held out his left hand. ‘This isn’t a one man show, if we do this, we do this together’ he proclaimed.

It almost felt as if ProtoKnightmon smiled as he grabbed Alex’s left hand with his right. ‘Together’ he vowed.

Bright light emitted from the crossing of hands, distracting everyone as Alex’s left hand glew brightly. Fragments of data surrounded it as a gauntlet began to form on his hand. The gauntlet was made from soft tanned leather. More data coalesced as the top half become jointed claws, running down to the top of the hand, where a small screen was built. Data was running across the screen, until the words ‘Digivolve OK’ appeared.

‘A Digi-gauntlet’ Apemon exclaimed.

ProtoKnightmon picked himself up. ‘Ready Alex?’ he inquired. Alex nodded in kind. ‘Ready ProtoKnightmon’ he replied.

Alex clenched his left hand in front of him into a fist, causing black energy to ignite on it. He extended his hand and swung it to the left, causing a circle of black energy to appear. ‘Digivolution Energize’ he announced.

The black circle snaked across and around ProtoKnightmon, sealing him in a black sphere. ‘ProtoKnightmon’ ProtoKnightmon cried, the sphere unleashing a wave of black energy as it grew larger. ‘Digivolve to LunaKnightmon’ he cried.

The sphere shattered in a wave of energy. Staring down Apemon was a tall knight in thin silver armour. His helmet was slightly jagged with two bars on either side resembling flat horns. Slung across his back was a large silver claymore, the guard was shaped like a crescent moon.

Apemon didn’t remain distracted as he ran forward, LunaKnightmon not acting at all. ‘Mega Bone Stick’ he cried, swinging his bone downwards.

In a swift movement LunaKnightmon was behind the ape, his sword in hand. Apemon watched as the bone broke in half, disintegrating into data.

He didn’t get the chance to turn as LunaKnightmon drew light energy into his blade and twisting around, his blade running through the midsection of Apemon.

The crescent that was unleashed slammed into the wall in front of him and cut through it.

LunaKnightmon neatly sheathed his sword behind his back as Apemon’s torso crashed to the ground, the two halves disintegrating and destroying the small device.

He returned to ProtoKnightmon in a flash of light, the data returning to Alex’s gauntlet. ProtoKnightmon pat the small sheathed sword at his side as he addressed the others. ‘That’s how you kill a f**king moron’ he declared.

They all cheered for him, even Mauler, although it was half-hearted. Alex’s gauntlet beeped loudly, causing him to observe the screen. Data of Apemon appeared, indicating certain aspect such as appearance, attribute and level. ‘What’s this?’ he inquired.

He lowered it down to ProtoKnightmon who read the screen. ‘I absorbed Apemon when I destroyed, De-Digivolving released the data I had absorbed and stored it in the gauntlet’ he answered.

‘Meaning?’ Alex pressed. ‘Meaning that I am a smidgeon stronger and able to call upon his attacks should the need arise. But, since my attacks are stronger than his, it won’t be necessary’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

Pyro strutted forward and slapped Alex on the back. ‘Good job Krieger’ he congratulated. Dennis was amused by this and slapped Alex on the back as well, however, it was too hard and he was tossed to the ground.

Everyone had a good laugh, no one noticed that the fabric on the gauntlet had extended by two millimeters. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 4]
[u]Chapter 4: Black Wolf’s Claw[/u]

Alex and ‘Timmy’ were at home early after work. They had joined Celia on the couch to watch the news, something Alex had taken an interest in after the mysterious disappearance of Emerio Vandez that had been reported on the news a while back.

The news reader shuffled some papers as he received a new sheet of paper by one of staff. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

[i]‘This apparently just in; gang violence has begun to increase in Specter City after recent criminal activity by the notorious Black Wolves Gang. Witnesses and video evidence has proven that they were responsible for the television thefts three days ago. Police are inquiring to the location of this gang’s territory and base, but many of the inquired are not divulging. Police are now seeking any information the public can provide. Now over to sports’[/i] the news caster read.

Celia was still engrossed by the news, but ‘Timmy’ saw the stern look on Alex’s face. ‘I’m going out’ he said in a brittle way.

He rose from the couch and marched to his room, where he obtained the gauntlet he had hidden in the deep recesses of his sock drawer. ‘We’re leaving’ he said to ‘Timmy’.

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Naturally, Alex and ProtoKnightmon had met up with the others at the shed. The door had been dead-bolted from the inside and the light off, allowing only the moon’s light to shine in.

Gentlemon’s flaming body also provided slight illumination. ‘This is ridiculous, there is no way that Fenrir would order his gang to steal’ Pyro protested.

They all nodded in agreement. ‘There has to be some mistake, the Black Wolves wouldn’t stoop to something so low’ Diane agreed.

‘But the evidence is all there, despite our personal feelings, Fenrir did it’ Tyson countered.

‘Not necessarily’ Gentlemon interjected. They all looked at the little noble, he must’ve known something. ‘What do you mean?’ Pyro inquired.

Gentlemon smirked at them. ‘You say this ‘Fenrir’ person is quite honourable no? Well, I’m pretty sure an honourable person would not go around stealing televisions, unless directed to do so’ he explained.

‘You mean someone or something is influencing him?’ Tyson inquired.

Gentlemon nodded, his little hat tipping slightly. ‘Yes, in the olden days, Digimon and humans could in fact transport to and from the Digital World by Digi-ports, the main medium of this port being computers or televisions’ he continued.

‘So that means a Digimon is influencing him into creating a new bridge between our world and this ‘Digital World’ Tyson concluded, rising from his stool.

Gentlemon raised his index finger. ‘Precisely, of course, the Digimon in question needs some consideration’ he added.

This time Pyro smirked knowingly. ‘That would be quite simple, the Black Wolves are all wolf fanatics, some a little too far into the furry persuasion’ he explained this time.

‘So, you’re saying that the Digimon controlling him would be a wolf or wolfish Digimon?’ Gentlemon inquired.

Pyro nodded. ‘Yes, I’ve known Fenrir for a while, he went on so much about wolves, used to piss me off a lot’ Pyro answered.

Gentlemon nodded as he climbed onto Tyson’s abandoned stool. He crossed his little legs and thought slowly. ‘To my records, there are several wolf Digimon. As follows they are: Gabumon, BlackGabumon, Psychemon, Gabumon X, Garurumon, BlackGarurumon, Gururumon, Garurumon X, WereGarurumon, BlackWereGarurumon, WereGarurumon X, MetalGarurumon, BlackMetalGarurumon, MetalGarurumon X’ he stated.

‘What about the Gaomon and Cerberumon lines?’ Notusmon inquired.

‘Nah, they’re more dog than wolf’ Gentlemon answered.

‘Quite an extensive list, can we shorten it maybe?’ Alex suggested. ‘Well, Fenrir liked black wolves, dunno why, brown seemed nice, as did white’ Pyro answered.

Gentlemon nodded with this. ‘Well, then the likeliest choice of Digimon interfering with your friend would be a BlackGarurumon, I doubt it would be nay higher, an ultimate wouldn’t act as smartly’ he concluded.

‘Okay, a BlackGarurumon is interfering with Fenrir and the Black Wolves. So, looks like it is up to us to stop him before the authorities do’ Alex decided.

‘Yeah’ the others chanted. ‘Tyson, get out the map’ Alex ordered.

Tyson walked over to a chest cunningly hidden under several layers of dirt and dust. It opened with a creak and he withdrew a large rolled up poster.

The desk was cleared as the poster was opened atop it, using small weights to keep it from rolling back up. On the map were many black lines drawn in what was probably marker pen.

‘What’s this?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired, pointing to marked lines. ‘This map is the current established map of territories in Specter City. Each of the marked areas are the territories belonging to rival gangs’ Pyro answered.

‘You know, map aside, it feels as if we’re missing something’ Diane noticed. They all looked around for the missing piece. ‘Where’s Mauler?’ Notusmon realized.

By this time, they actually noticed the banging on the door. Each lock was undone and the door was opened to a rather pissed-off bear. ‘Fifteen minutes, fifteen god damned minutes I’ve been banging on that door’ he growled and entered the shed.

‘We were having an in-depth discussion’ Tyson stated as Mauler took a seat on the chest. He folded his arms and kept his angry face.

‘As I was saying, this map shows the territories of the gangs in Specter City, each gang has one. It’s just a pain whenever there are land grabs going on, requiring every map to be updated’ Pyro continued.

‘So we’re using this map to locate the Black Wolves right?’ Gentlemon inquired. ‘Aye, the issue is that the Black Wolves are on the other side of town. They’re an early gang, so they managed to claim some unused warehouses by the docks’ Alex answered.

‘Tis a pity, if I were my gorgeous true self, I could fly us over there in a jiffy’ Notusmon cut in. ‘Oh, gorgeous you say?’ Pyro inquired.

Notusmon nodded. ‘Yes indeed, the beautiful Pazuricciamon, the great temptress of the skies. All the men wanted me and my fabulous body. Of course, I had to point out where my eyes were whenever they were hypnotized by my beyond D sized breasts’ she bragged.

This bragging had a curious effect as small pools of drool formed at the mouths of Alex, Pyro, Tyson and Dennis. ‘Men, I bet they’re thinking about titties right now’ Diane pouted, grabbing her own chest.

‘I got breasts right here yet they never look at mine, do you know how hard it is to maintain conversation when they are paying attention’ she continued to nobody in particular.

‘What were we talking about again?’ Tyson asked as his stupor expired.

Diane did a soft face palm. ‘We’re trying to save the reputation of Fenrir by kicking the ass off of whatever Digimon is controlling him’ she said slowly.

‘Errr, right. So, I guess we’re walking’ Alex decided. ‘You do know we’re at legal driving age right?’ Tyson inquired.

‘You? You need a frigging booster seat to see over the steering wheel’ Pyro joked. He laughed loudly at his joke, Dennis joined to, but that doesn’t really count.

‘Well, I can always get a lift there’ Diane added. ‘How?’ Alex inquired.

Diane smiled, in a sexual way (sexy smiles anyone?) ‘You forget my poor yet naïve Alex. I got more legs than a bucket of friend chicken’ she smirked. ‘I’ll get us there in no time’ she added.

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It took them two acts of Diane showing off her silky smooth, supple, creamy white *drools* Erm, sorry about that. *Wipes drools away* It took Diane two acts of showing herself off to get transport to the docks.

(Can’t believe I forgot to give them cars, course, Pyro has a motorbike. Dennis is too stupid; Tyson really does need a booster seat but won’t admit it. Alex doesn’t need a car really and Diane’s is in the shop, yep, hitchhiking ftw).

The chilling air rippled about, the waves gently rippling as well from each sweeping wind. The group silently moved about the docks, so they wouldn’t alert any of the Black Wolves.

‘Their main warehouse is number eighteen’ Pyro whispered. They all nodded covertly as they split up, Diane taking Mauler with her as he had little choice.

Pyro and Gentlemon took the direct root to eighteen, noting how none of the Black Wolves were on guard. ‘Odd, Fenrir would have guards posted at all times’ Pyro whispered.

‘Maybe they’re doing another raid’ Gentlemon whispered back. ‘Possibly’ Pyro noted.

As they neared the shed, Gentlemon felt an evil presence. ‘It seems I was right, I can detect the foul stench of a BlackGarurumon. It isn’t hard to miss; it’s a combination of wet dog and scorched hairs’ Gentlemon whispered back.

The large door of generic warehouse eighteen was opened, but it betrayed no hint of activity. The intrepid duo peaked in, to find many of the stolen TVs all lined up in a curious way. In the centre of the circle was Fenrir.

Fenrir was a well cut man, preferring to wear a black tank-top that fit well to his muscled structure. His arms were thick with muscle, as were his legs. He wore oddly combat style pants, with the green and brown camouflage pattern. His hair is not so much cut as molded, it is always kept short. His face was handsome, showing signs of cunning. A large cut was on his face, it seemed recent.

‘No sign of the Digimon’ Pyro whispered and entered through the door, despite Gentlemon’s protests. The little noble had no choice but to follow.

‘Well, it appears my old friend; the Lord Pyro is still not above snooping around’ Fenrir said sinisterly as Pyro sauntered forwards. ‘Indeed, and I had thought you were above stealing, guess I was wrong’ Pyro answered.

Fenrir laughed, it was hollow. ‘Stealing is such an ugly word’ Fenrir stated with his hands raised to chest height, giving Pyro a good look at the man’s left hand. It was a Digi-gauntlet exactly like Alex’s, but it seemed different somehow. The screen wasn’t flickering at all, it was dead silent. It also produced an ominous air.

‘Nice toy Fenny, never knew that power gloves were back in season’ Pyro mocked.

Fenrir looked at the glove, which he reacted to by sticking his hands behind his back. ‘It’s not mine; I’m just holding it for a ‘friend’ he answered.

‘And what friend is this?’ Pyro inquired. ‘Me’ a rough voice answered. Pyro and Gentlemon turned wildly to the voice.

Literally from the shadows did a black and white wolf pad forward.

[spoiler=BlackGarurumon]
[img]http://digimon.munkki.org/images/e/ea/BlackGarurumon.jpg[/img]

‘A Digimon serving under both the Nature Spirits and the Nightmare Soldiers. The champion level BlackGarurumon, never say old dogs can’t learn new tricks, because this guy is full of surprises. His bark is definitely worse than his bite, as his Howling Wolf technique will crush all but the strongest competition. His Ice Wall makes for a dangerous weapon and shield, and the Fox Fire technique will incinerate you into ashes.’

~Gentlemon[/spoiler]

Pyro glared as the wolf padded around the human and his Digimon to stand by Fenrir’s side. ‘I didn’t think Fenrir could go as low as a lowlife like you’ Pyro hissed.

‘Say what you like, as those are your last words human. Fenrir is mine until his use has expired’ BlackGarurumon stated.

‘Is that a fact?’ Pyro shot back venomously. ‘It will be’ BlackGarurumon answered.

Gentlemon tugged at Pyro’s pants. ‘Look, this whole thing can end if we can get that gauntlet off of Fenrir’ he whispered.

‘Interesting plan, let’s see if you can use it’ BlackGarurumon butted in. ‘Right, he’s a wolf, extra-sensitive hearing’ Pyro realized.

A smile appeared on the wolf’s face, it wasn’t pleasant.

‘Look, Gentlemon. No hard feelings but I want to deal with Fenrir alone, mind staying out of this?’ Pyro inquired.

Gentlemon bowed to him. ‘Of course, I’ll have fun taming this wolfy, deal?’ Gentlemon asked, holding out his right hand. ‘Deal’ Pyro replied, shaking with his left.

There was a bright flash of light as the same energy from before coated Pyro’s hand. The data spiraled around his hand, forming leather that was a deep orange in colour. The metal itself was a dark crimson colour. The metal was designed differently; it was decorative yet fierce, like a raging fire. The screen flickered into life, with the message ‘Digivolve OK’ flashing on it.

‘I’m going to enjoy this’ Gentlemon laughed.

Pyro raised the gauntlet above the right side of his head. With a sweeping motion he brought it diagonally to his left side, creating a circle of red energy that diagonally circled him. ‘Digivolution Energize’ he commanded.

The red energy immediately snaked over and around Gentlemon, encasing him in a large sphere of fire. ‘Gentlemon’ the Digimon announced, unleashing a wave of heat from the growing sphere of fire. ‘Digivolve to Burninglordmon’ he cried.

The sphere exploded in a wave of fire, unleashing Burninglordmon. He was extremely similar to Gentlemon, except that he was much taller. His skin was red like burning coals. He wore an impressive suit made from hardened magma; a small hanky was kept in the front right pocket of the suit. A monocle was fastened to his left eye, whilst he wore a small cape across his right shoulder, it ended by his waist. He wore a top hat as usual. He held his cane in his left hand, a mean grin on his face.

‘He’s all yours’ Pyro announced. ‘Oh goody’ Burninglordmon replied, rubbing his hands together.

Burninglordmon immediately tackled BlackGarurumon, sending them sliding across the floor.

Pyro turned his attention to Fenrir. He wrenched off the gauntlet and held it with one hand. He reached for the zipper on his jacket with the other, slowly undoing it. He retracted his left arm swapping the gauntlet from the right to the left. His right arm also retracted out of the jacket, causing it to rest on his shoulders. He grabbed a part of the jacket and tossed it away, revealing the grey shirt he wore.

‘I am going to make this quick’ he said to Fenrir. Fenrir rushed forward to attack Pyro, who sidestepped him and struck him on the back with the gauntlet. ‘You see, that’s how I won the jacket from you, you’re too full on in attacks’ Pyro explained.

‘Ice Wall’ BlackGarurumon barked, breathing out a cold wind to create a wall of ice, which Burninglordmon struck at with his cane. ‘I hate that attack’ Burninglordmon grumbled as he chased to the other side.

‘Wolf Howling’ BlackGarurumon roared, unleashing a powerful wave of bluish fire. It hit Burninglordmon head on and knocked him back. He dug his cane in to slow himself. ‘I hate that attack as well’ he grumbled.

Pyro stepped back as Fenrir swung viciously with his fists. He duck under an attack and punched Fenrir in the stomach with the gauntlet. The man groaned as small pools of blood formed.

Pyro looked at the gauntlet, noticing how serrated it really was.

BlackGarurumon seemed put off after that attack. ‘Flaming Maestro’ Burninglordmon cried. Large flames appeared around him whilst Burninglordmon spun his cane around; the bottom part of it was now facing forwards. ‘I think to the tune of the Can Can’ he decided.

He hummed to the well known tune as he conducted the flames to strike at BlackGarurumon.

The wolf’s fur singed and burnt as each fireball whizzed past and struck him. The final straw was when a fireball stuck him in the back, forcing him to the floor.

The wolf was horrified as all the flames were directly above him and Burninglordmon had his hands raised. ‘Can you do the Can Can?’ he inquired.

The wolf’s eyes shrank as he lowered his hands, causing all the fireballs to impact on the wolf, ending with a terrific exploding finale.

Fenrir groaned as the wolf had been annihilated, his gauntlet was sputtering and producing sparks. Without thinking Pyro ran forwards and pulled it straight off Fenrir’s arm and hurled it into the air. ‘Burninglordmon’ he shouted.

Burninglordmon aimed his cane at the flying gauntlet, firing a fireball which consumed the gauntlet in an explosion of fire, destroying it.

Fenrir groaned and collapsed. Pyro looked without pity at Fenrir. ‘We’d best leave, it’ll be best for one of his own to tell him’ Pyro said as he picked up his jacket. He removed the gauntlet so he could put the jacket back on.

‘Come on’ he ordered as Burninglordmon De-Digivolved to Gentlemon, the stream of data returning to the gauntlet.

The others were waiting outside. ‘How’d it go?’ Alex inquired.

‘Pretty well’ Pyro answered, and that was all he had to say.

Again no one noticed that the fabric of Pyro’s gauntlet extended by two millimeters.

Unknowingly, they were being watched from an individual in a pink tuxedo, he was hidden in an alleyway separating warehouse forty-two and warehouse forty-three. ‘What tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive’ he quoted, and then grinned.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 5]
[u]Chapter 5: Brittle Brains[/u]

Tyson was making his way to the ‘hideout’; he had woken late and was of course late.

He was carrying DaTsukaimon in a small backpack whilst still having his laptop case slung over his shoulder. He was running across the street, looking away for some small noise when he collided.

He crashed to the ground with whatever hit him. ‘Watch we’re you’re going’ he shouted, before looking at what hit him.

It was a teenage boy, with oddly pale hair. He seemed rather nervous, wearing a gaudy polyester shirt and vest. He wore long cotton pants as well, his eyes seemed dull, but also belied nervousness.

‘Brittle?’ Tyson inquired. ‘Tyson?’ the boy inquired back. They both helped each other up, they were smiling.

‘I don’t believe this, it’s been so long Jeremy’ Tyson remarked. The boy smiled warmly. ‘I know Tyson, after all, what with us going to different schools and all’ Jeremy replied.

As they were both animatedly talking, DaTsukaimon wriggled in the backpack, hoping to get his partner’s attention. It failed, leaving the sludge ball with only one choice. A can bubbled up from his trashy body, it was rusty, and the open lid was sharp.

With careful aim, DaTsukaimon jabbed it through the backpack, stabbing Tyson and causing him to recoil in surprise.

‘Are you okay?’ Jeremy inquired. Tyson frowned in annoyance, but he needed an excuse. ‘Fine, just a muscle spasm’ he lied.

‘Right, well, good to see you’ Jeremy said dejectedly and ran off. Tyson stole a glare at the backpack before finding an alleyway which diverged into a dead end. He pulled it off his back and dumped it onto the ground.

The zip moved by itself, DaTsukaimon’s featureless face peered from the opening. ‘[b]You have[/b] some explaining to do’ Tyson stated.

‘Sorry Brains, but I sensed a bad vibe from that guy, like he’s infested with, evil or something. I felt bad juju from that guy’ DaTsukaimon protested.

‘Brittle, evil? That’s laughable DaTsukaimon, he is about as capable of evil as a eunuch is capable of having an excellent sex life’ Tyson quipped.

‘Whatever boss dude, I just don’t trust him, a Digimon’s senses are usually never wrong, and I sense evil from him’ DaTsukaimon replied quietly.

‘It appears we have a rat in our cage’ a rough man remarked.

Tyson shivered from the shock as DaTsukaimon retreated into the bag. The mouth of the alley was occupied by three bulky dudes, and they looked mean.

‘I didn’t realize this alley was occupied’ Tyson remarked in a cold way.

‘Look boys, the shrimp made a funny’ one of the guys remarked dumbly. They closed in, with only the backpack separating them.

Tyson looked down at the backpack, which one of the thugs noted. ‘What’s in there?’ he demanded, reaching down for it.

‘I wouldn’t look in there’ Tyson warned. This was ignored as he thug looked into the bag.

DaTsukaimon lashed out quickly, completely covering the thug’s head before extending out and grabbing the other two, slamming all three together and knocking them out.

Tyson sighed as DaTsukaimon flittered to his side. ‘I hate clean up duty’ he sighed at the slightly acid-burnt thugs.

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Vision slowly returned to the thugs; as they found themselves in a bare shed, save for the boarded up windows and the chairs, with which they were tied to.

Each of them desperately looked around, until a ‘ahem’ caught their attention. Tyson was sitting on a chair looking at them coldly. ‘What is this?’ one of them demanded.

Tyson sighed as DaTsukaimon flittered to his side, causing screaming from the thugs. ‘I’m afraid you’ve seen too much, so we’re going to dispose of you’ Tyson answered matter-of-factly.

‘Dispose of us?’ all three echoed. ‘We promise not to tell anyone, ever’ one of them pleaded.

Tyson laughed at their begging, a vicious and depraved look in his eyes. ‘And if I let you go, you’d take me down, do you think I was born yesterday?!' he demanded brutally, before composing himself.

He began walking around them, talking pleasurable notice of their struggles against their bonds.

‘Now, I had devised many ways to kill you, ways that don’t leave trails. I had thought of DaTsukaimon force feeding himself to you to make your stomachs explode’ he explained, loving the horrified shivers.

‘I also thought of him just devouring you, but you aren’t trash worthy of him’ Tyson continued, DaTsukaimon chomping with his enormous fangs.

He stopped wandering around them, stopping in front of them. ‘I had, in the end, decided the most suitable execution’ he announced before drawing a cigarillo case from his pocket. He popped it open and withdrew a cigarette from it.

He popped it into his mouth and lit up from a lighter. He took a deep inhale, before exhaling the smoke, and coughing loudly. ‘Could never get used to these things’ he gagged.

‘You’re going to smoke us to death?’ a thug inquired. Tyson grinned at them. ‘Yes I am’ he answered.

He continued on to their curious faces. ‘DaTsukaimon is made from many kinds of refuse, along with copious amounts of methane in his body’ he explained, rolling the lit cigarette in his fingers.

DaTsukaimon opened his mouth widely. ‘I leave you to your doom’ Tyson said as he made for the door. ‘The city would see an explosion’ a thug protested.

Tyson smiled in his deranged genius. ‘We are currently in the unoccupied district of Specter, anyone coming here would be thugs and gang members, not perturbed by this kind of execution’ Tyson explained as carefully flicked the cigarette into DaTsukaimon’s waiting mouth.

‘Ciao’ he called as he dead bolted the door. He walked off as if nothing had happened, making his way around a bend.

He nonchalantly looked at his watch whilst a loud explosion sounded, a column of smoke spewing out from the street Tyson had just been on.

He coughed as the smoke settled out, making his way back to the shed. All that remained was the base of the structure. There were the remains of chairs, with heavily mutilated bodies on them.

Tyson noted all the slime coating the general area. The slime shivered and began to move, coalescing in one spot. DaTsukaimon slowly began to rebuild himself, until he was complete.

‘Excellent work DaTsukaimon’ Tyson commented. ‘I try’ DaTsukaimon said modestly.

‘Now to go home’ Tyson decided.

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With DaTsukaimon carefully stowed within Tyson’s backpack, he was meandering back into the more occupied part of Specter.

He was sneaking towards a corner when a large shadow loomed from the street. He quickly stuck to the wall, luckily finding a wooden board.

He carefully waited with his instrument until whoever it was came into view.

With a fierce cry he struck with the board, knocking out the person. There was a thud as their body hit the ground.

The boy grimaced when he found that he had knocked Mauler out. ‘Sorry about that’ he said as Mauler managed to get back up.

‘What was that for?’ the bear shouted as he walked around Tyson to lean on the wall for support.

Tyson shrugged as he discarded the board. ‘This isn’t exactly the safest place Mauler, you have to live by your wits and always have a two by four at your side’ he answered.

‘That’s still no excuse’ Mauler stated. ‘So? I don’t have to excuse my action. Why are you here anyways?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Well, the others were getting concerned when you didn’t show up, so we separated to find you. When I saw a large column of smoke coming from this area, I just knew you were behind it somehow’ Mauler explained.

Tyson smiled with self-satisfaction. ‘Well, you were right about that. A couple of thugs tried to do the number on me, but they made the mistake of seeing DaTsukaimon, so I had to erase them’ Tyson explained.

Mauler was silent, for once seeing the manic in Tyson’s eyes. ‘You erased them’ he repeated.

Tyson nodded with satisfaction. ‘DaTsukaimon’s explosive power was beyond what I had predicted, but now there isn’t a paper trail’ Tyson answered.

‘Oh my god’ Mauler exclaimed.

Tyson watched Mauler’s horrified look. ‘I’m not a monster’ he protested.

Mauler shook his head, pointing a single trembling finger behind Tyson. The boy followed the path of the finger to an enormous shadow coming from the street way Mauler had come from.

The shadow was mostly covered by a vast cape shadow; however, the head was clearly defined, with a large horn sticking out from it. ‘I know that shadow, and don’t bother, it won’t work against him’ Mauler moaned as Tyson grabbed the wooden plank.

‘Who is it?’ he inquired. Mauler gulped with nervousness and dread. ‘Omnimon, the lord of the Royal Knights and one of the most powerful Digimon period’ he answered.

Both waited anxiously as the shadow grew smaller, and oddly more rectangular.

The figure came around the corner. It was a small white figure wearing paper armour; its hands had paper armour in the shape of a dragon and a wolf head. Paper cones were stuck to its head. It sported a large texta on its back and its face looked like it had been drawn on.

Both Mauler and Tyson collapsed from the sheer lameness. ‘What is that?’ Tyson demanded.

[spoiler=Omekamon]
[img]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/8/81/Omekamon.jpg[/img]

‘Meet Omekamon, a champion level from the Metal Empire family, though it is not uncommon for one to work for the Virus Busters. His attacks are Omeka Kick and Graffiti Rocket. It is thought that he was born from the programming of a paint program. He idolizes the real Omnimon, and so he imitates the knight, however poorly’

~ Mauler[/spoiler]

‘Well, why is he here?’ Tyson inquired.

Mauler folded his arms and twisted his face in annoyance. ‘He probably heard Omnimon mention a disturbance in the human world, and to show his loyalty, he came to exterminate it’ he theorized.

‘You are quite clever, but your intelligence won’t save you from my supreme cannon’ Omekamon stated.

Tyson’s backpack wriggled as the zip was forced open, freeing DaTsukaimon. ‘This chump irritates me, let’s make this quick’ DaTsukaimon decided.

Omekamon leapt into the air. ‘Omeka Kick’ he cried, sailing over all of them and smashing into a wall. Tyson covered his face with his hand, hating that this embarrassment was his first fight.

‘Open Wide’ DaTsukaimon called, opening his massive mouth and devouring the puppet Digimon. There was thrashing about as Omekamon attempted to free himself.

With a gross noise, DaTsukaimon regurgitated Omekamon. Much of the paper armour had been burnt away, and Omekamon’s face had been burnt off.

With unusual agility, Omekamon grabbed his graffiti rocket and scribbled on a new face and markings, the armour was lost however.

‘The data’ DaTsukaimon moaned. ‘What is it?’ Tyson inquired, moving over to DaTsukaimon.

Quickly, DaTsukaimon snapped his mouth over Tyson’s left hand. Tyson began to wildly shake the thing off, until DaTsukaimon released him.

A digi-gauntlet had covered his hand. The smooth underside leather was black. The metal was a sullen grey, with three unusual prongs sticking out from the knuckles for about six inches. The screen read ‘Digivolve OK’.

Tyson poked the three prongs on his gauntlet. ‘What are these?’ he wondered. DaTsukaimon grinned. ‘That’s a hack tool. Because I’m from the Metal Empire, you get the benefits of my family, so those prongs can hack pretty much anything’ he explained.

‘Fascinating, but we’ll discuss the merits of universal hacking later’ Tyson stated.

With that, he held his left arm out at full length, a dull grey glow issued from the gauntlet. He raised it upwards, causing a stream of grey energy to vertically spin around him. ‘Digivolution energize’ he commanded.

On command, the data snaked towards DaTsukaimon, encasing him in a grey sphere. ‘DaTsukaimon’ he cried. The sphere radiated energy as it grew larger and larger. ‘Digivolve to Devidraremon’ he finished. It shattered to reveal a large draconic Digimon. Its body was very thin, with a dragon-like head. It had five glowing red eyes, two on each side and one in the middle. It had four arms, each tipped with dull grey claws, and each claw had a different number of fingers. The beast also had four tails, each with a claw-like appendage. Its colour was filthy grey with a hint of purple.

Omekamon flinched at the vicious looking dragon. ‘Erm, peace?’ he said hopefully. ‘No’ Devidraremon growled, his four tail-claws lashing out and grabbing the creature by each appendage. Two of his arms grabbed Omekamon’s body and the other two grabbed its head.

Devidraremon grunted with effort as Omekamon screamed in pain. With another grunt of effort, Omekamon was torn apart, each torn part fragmented into data, which vanished.

Tyson smiled with satisfaction. ‘Seems it was worthwhile to keep you around’ he commented as Devidraremon De-Digivolved to DaTsukaimon. ‘You know it’ he winked.

‘Actually, here’s quick question, why didn’t he bleed?’ Tyson inquired.

‘He’s a puppet Digimon, they don’t have blood’ DaTsukaimon answered.

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This little act had been observed through a viewing portal. It was composed of many bones, with the top decorated by a skull. The room was very dark, only the portal provided any light.

Jeremy was watching through the portal. ‘So, Tyson was hiding a Digimon as well’ he commented. There was a rattling from within the room. ‘Indeed, and not just any Digimon. He holds Toxicamon, one of my vassals’ a soulless voice added.

Jeremy sighed loudly as the sound of hooves was heard. ‘I doubt they’d be your vassals if they sealed you away Zemmon’ he countered.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Chapter 6]
Chapter 6: Little Music Shop of Horrors

[i]‘You had a bad day, you’re taking one down. You sing a sad song just to turn it around; you say you don’t know; tell me don’t lie...’[/i] the song blared over the speakers.

Diane had been hearing that song repeat every single day; she had been finding herself singing along as she stacked CDs.

Diane worked at Disc-O Sensation, a music store sporting many genres of CD music, despite everyone using iPods and iTunes to get all their music.

‘The camera don’t lie, you're coming back down and you really don't mind. You had a bad day’ she sang as the Madonna’s greatest hits CD clattered into its shelf.

Sleeping on the counter was the owner of the shop and the only person to ever hire Diane, Mr. Biscuits (please be mature and don’t giggle).

He was an eighties man trapped in the twenty-first century; he still had flares in his impossibly old jeans, disco style shoes and the sad sad remains of an afro. His tasteless vest had the logo of a something that is quite clearly out of date.

The CD playing the background music shifted to a new song. ‘Oooh baby do you know what that’s worth? Oooh heaven is a place on earth; they say in heaven ‘love comes first’. We’ll make heaven a place on earth. Ooh heaven is a place on earth’ she sang sweetly as the guitar music began to play.

Mr. Biscuits (stop giggling) awoke with a snort. His eyes blurred as he checked his watch. ‘Amora, it’s five o’clock; go home already’ he ordered before dropping off to sleep.

Diane sighed with frustration as she entered the employee kitchen / lockers. She grabbed her handbag from a shelf and motioned to Notusmon, who had been sitting stilly on a chair.

‘I’m amazed that Mr. Biscuits hasn’t noticed you by now’ Diane commented as Notusmon jumped into her arms.

‘That hippie? He’s stoned out of his mind twenty-four seven, until he tells you to go home’ she commented as they were safely out of the store.

‘That may be true, but still’ Diane replied, but gave up.

Moonwhile, a mysterious man in a large trench coat entered the store with something in his arms. He left again without the aforementioned item as Diane walked down the street.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0kSBiu1IGk&feature=related]Skid Row[/url]

Diane sighed as she walked down the street. ‘Alarm goes off at seven, and you start uptown. You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always been; till it's five PM’ she sang whilst walking down the street.

A bum by the side of a building heard the song. ‘Then you go’ he sang.

‘Downtown, where the folks are broke. Downtown, where your life's a joke. Downtown when you buy your token, you goooooo; home to Skid Row’ she sang more passionately, even twirling around a lamp post.

Another bum was leaning on a nearby building. ‘Yes, you go’ he sang/gargled.

‘Downtown, where the cabs don't stop. Downtown, where the food is slop. Downtown, where the hop-heads flop in the snoooo-wwwww. Down on Skid Row’ Diane sang somberly.

From an alley, three girls in bright pink outfits appeared. ‘Uptown you cater to a million jerks. Uptown you're messengers and mailroom clerks, eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts. The bosses take your money and they break your hearts. Uptown you cater to a million whores. You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors. Your morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse and five o'clock is even worse’ they sang actively.

Diane and Notusmon watched them joining in with quizzical looks, until a blond lady walks into view; followed by an entourage of extras.

‘Downtown’ the company sang. ‘Where the guys are drips’ the blond woman sang. ‘Downtown’. ‘Where they rip your slips’. ‘Downtown’. ‘Where relationships are no gooooo; down on skid row. Down on skid row. Down on skid row. Down on skid row!’

The view changed to a geeky looking man sweeping dirt on a patio, with more people accompanying him. Diane and Notusmon had stopped as this wacky musical occurred all around them. A fat man in a singlet was dancing next to them.

‘Poor! All my life I've always been poor. I keep asking God what I'm for, and he tells me ‘Gee, I'm not sure, sweep that floor, kid.’ Oh, I started life as an orphan, a child of the street . Here on Skid Row. He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed, crust of bread and a job. Treats me like dirt, calls me a slob, which I am. So I live’ the geek sang.

‘Downtown’ the extras sang. ‘That’s your home address, ya live’. ‘Downtown’. ‘Where ya life’s a mess, ya live’. ‘Downtown’. ‘Where depressions' jes' Status Quo’. ‘Down on Skid Row’.

By this Diane and Notusmon tried to run, except they were blocked by the singers. ‘Someone show me a way to get outa here. Cause I constantly pray I'll get outa here. Please, won't somebody say I'll get outa here. Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here’ the geek sang.

‘Downtown’ the extras sang. ‘There's no rules for us’ the geek and the blond sang. ‘Downtown’. ‘Cause it's dangerous’. ‘Downtown’. ‘Where the rainbow's jus a no-show’.

‘Downtown’. ‘Where the sun don't’. ‘Downtown’. ‘Past the bottom line’. ‘Downtown’.

‘Go ask any wino, he'll know I'll do I dunno what to get outa skid’. ‘Downtown’. ‘But a hell of a lot to get outa skid’. ‘Downtown’. People tell me there's not a way outa skid’. Downtown’. ‘But believe me I gotta get outa Skid ROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW’ the entire group of people sang.

Diane and Notusmon were stuck in the middle of the singers. Once the song ended, they ran as loud cheers were heard from onlookers. ‘Come back Sally’ a voice called after them, but Diane would have no more of it.

One of the onlookers approached a singer. ‘What was that?’ he inquired.

‘We’re part of the group ‘Break out in Song’, going around and well, breaking out in song. It just seems strange that Sally ran off; she’s the one who begins the songs usually’ the geek replied.

A woman came running down the street, looking ominously like Diane. ‘Sorry, did I miss it?’ Sally inquired.

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It was at seven fifteen AM when Diane’s alarm went off. She rose from her bed and stretched, stretching her singlet enough to get a side-boob view.

She threw her sheets off and gently flattened her singlet. She yawned and looked at Notusmon, who was fast asleep.

She smiled as she crossed her room and left into a hallway lit by the morning daylight. She came to a door and rattled the handle, but it was locked.

She pressed her ear to the door and faintly heard ‘ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four’. She banged roughly on the door. ‘Cassandra, I need to get ready for work. You can do your five hundred hair brushes later’ she shouted.

‘Say it, and I’ll come out’ a sweet voice replied. Diane sighed from being condescended by her sister and her freakish ability to wake up first.

‘Susie, what are you doing in there?’ she quoted. ‘Shaving’ a sweet voice answered back.

The lock rattled and a little girl of about nine exited. ‘Bathroom’s free’ she said and walked off.

‘I’ll give you ‘bathroom’s free’ Diane grumbled and locked the door.

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Diane was carrying Notusmon in her arms as she walked along the relatively empty footpath. It had been unseasonably cold, so Diane wore a scarf.

The streets weren’t active until the eight-thirty school rush time, leaving anything before that open for free walking with strange items.

‘I’m surprised that he even remembers your name’ Notusmon commented.

Diane glared down at the doll-like Digimon. She may be small and sweet, but she had a big and coarse mouth. ‘Mr. Biscuits isn’t a drug addict’ she protested.

They rounded the corner to find Mr. Biscuits patiently waiting out the front, he was alert and ready. ‘Did you do this?’ he demanded.

‘Pardon?’ Diane replied.

‘Have you done this?’ he repeated, pointing to the shop.

‘Have I [b]done what[/b]?’ she inquired.

Biscuits and the duo marched into the store, to find a strange pot-plant on the store counter. ‘It’s very nice, where’d ya get it?’ she inquired, looking at it closely.

‘I don’t know; it was there when I woke up yesterday. I thought you had left this garish thing in here yesterday’ Biscuits reported.

It was an odd plant. An odd bulb extended from the black soil, with a semi-circle of vibrant red and blue leaves circling it.

‘Well, if you didn’t leave it here, and I didn’t; who did?’ Biscuits inquired.

Diane and Notusmon shrugged. ‘It isn’t causing any harm, I guess we can keep it for now’ Biscuits decided.

Diane nodded as she entered the employee kitchen / locker. ‘I don’t like that plant, it stinks’ Notusmon stated.

‘I didn’t smell anything’ Diane commented. ‘You’re not a Digimon’ Notusmon answered.

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It was around lunch time and Diane along with Biscuits were having a lunch break.

In the actual shop, a mouse was scurrying along the floor. A long green tentacle slithered out from the plant’s pot.

With a quick snap it bound the mouse, dragging it back to the bulb, which opened up revealing a maw full of sharp fangs. The helpless rodent was devoured with a crunch.

The bulb wobbled as it grew a little bigger. Although the humans missed this act, Notusmon had been watching from her chair. Biscuits had his back turned to Notusmon, so the Digimon was able to motion to Diane; she pointed desperately into the store.

‘I think I heard something, be back in a mo’ she excused, grabbing Notusmon and going into the shop.

‘What is it Notusmon?’ Diane whispered.

‘The plant, it’s evil’ Notusmon answered back.

Diane eyed Notusmon closely, as her gaze shifted to the plant. It rustled despite there being no wind.

‘Aren’t you being a bit paranoid?’ Diane suggested.

‘Does being paranoid include watching a green tentacle grab and devour a little mousey?’ Notusmon replied.

Diane’s silence was all the answer Notusmon needed. ‘We’ll set it up tonight, I have a feeling about that plant’ she whispered.

The plant rustled, as if trying to hear them.

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It was the closing time at half past five. Diane had volunteered to close the store for Biscuits, so she stayed behind.

Notusmon and Diane were hidden behind a stack of CDs, watching the plant.

They had captured a mouse in the kitchen / locker room; they kept it contained in an ice-cream container.

‘Now’ Notusmon ordered.

Diane released the mouse; watching it scurry away to the open area near the counter. The bulb seemed to sniff the air, as the green tentacle began to slither out of the pot.

‘Got ya’ they both cried.

The tentacle froze up and slithered back into the pot, whilst the bulb sneered at them. ‘So you found me out. It was foolish to misjudge the senses of the queen of wind’ it sneered in a croaky voice.

There were some audible grunts as whatever was in the pot began to force itself up.

‘What the hell is that?’ Diane cried.

[spoiler=Vegiemon]
[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090205060546/digimon/images/f/fd/Veggiemon_b.jpg[/img]

‘Oh for the love of it all. Meet Vegiemon, a loser to the Jungle Trooper family. They are severely weaker than their RedVegiemon counterparts, serving a better use as cannon fodder and ammo. Their only real coup de grace is that they can bind and constrict anyone they please with their long vines. But they’re real dumb and constrict Digimon way out of their league, like Botamon.’

~Notusmon[/spoiler]

Vegiemon sneered at Notusmon. ‘You got a real mouth girl, but I’m better than the other Vegiemon. I have learned a little trick on this here earth, and now I’m going to use it’ he threatened.

His cheeks huffed out at the pot he was stuck in blew apart, releasing his gourd-like bottom part. ‘Bye’ he cried and threw himself out the door.

‘F**king coward’ Diane muttered, putting emphasis on the f**king.

She and Notusmon charged out the door to chase the fat green bag.

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Vegiemon was very able for a bag of plant matter, running wildly around whilst unleashing clouds of pink gas, which knocked out any onlookers.

Diane made it through thanks to Notusmon, who used her slight control of the wind to keep it off them both.

Vegiemon himself had stopped in a small park, sitting in a garden bed. ‘You’re trapped now Vegiemon, we’re going to finish this’ Diane threatened as a piano tune began to play.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLO7IxKwruc&playnext_from=TL&videos=NwRrOMSugcE]Mean Green Mother[/url]

‘Better wait a minute, ya better hold the phone. Better mind your manners, better change your tone. Don't you threaten me, son, ya gotta lot of gall. We gonna do things my way or we won't do things at all’ Vegiemon sang as he ran his vines through the ground and knocked Diane and Notusmon to the ground.


‘Aha, you in trouble now. Baybeh. HA HA HA HA!’ he sang as roots began to dig into the soft loamy soil. Nutrients drained into the Vegiemon as it began to grow in size, going from the size of a dog to the size of a tall tree.

Diane and Notusmon watched the transition in size, moving out of the way as a vine slammed down to where they used to be.

‘Ya don't know what you're messin' with, you got no idea. You don't know what you're lookin' at when you're lookin' here. Ya don't know what you're up against, no, no way, no how. You don't know what you're messin' with, but I'm gonna tell you now!’ Vegiemon sang as extra tentacles rose from the ground, each with odd lumps on them.

The duo watched in sick fascination as the lumps mutated into smaller Vegiemon heads without tentacles. Each blossomed and sang ‘AH!’.

‘Get this straight! I'm just a mean green mother from digital space and I'm bad. I'm just a mean green mother from digital space and it looks like you been had. I'm just a mean green mother from digital space, so get off my back 'n get out my face, cause I'm mean and green and I am bad’ Vegiemon continued, slamming the ground with his normal vines whilst the pods sang.

‘Wanna save your skin, girl? You wanna save your hide? You wanna see tomorrow? You better step aside. Better take a tip, girl; want some good advice? You better take it easy, cause you're walkin' on thin ice’ Vegiemon sang as he cornered the girls behind a bench and smashed it.

‘Ya don't know what you're dealin' with no, you never did. Ya don't know what you're lookin' at, but that's tough titty, kid! The lion don't sleep tonight, and if you pull his tail, he roars. Ya say, ‘that ain't fair?’ Ya say, ‘that ain't nice?’ Ya know what I say? ‘Up yours!’

The girls were hidden behind a tree as Vegiemon began to tear it up using large leaves. Before skewering the lower limbs with thorns.

‘You know I don't come from no black lagoon, I'm from past the zeroes and beyond the toon. You can keep The Thing, keep The It, keep The Creature, they don't mean s***. I’ve got killer barbs; a powerful stem. Nasty thorns and I’m using them. So better move it out, nature calls. Got the point? I’m gonna bust you gals’ Vegiemon threatened, stabbing five thorns around the duo.

‘I’m mean and green. I’m mean and green. And. I. am. BAD!’ he screeched, dumping a large tree onto Diane and Notusmon. ‘Buh bye’ he mocked as dust was scattered.

His arrogance left as dust was brutally scattered about by Notusmon’s wind barrier. She was floating above Diane with her arms lengthened out. Diane’s scarf was fluttering heroically.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5Wte8A6cRA&playnext_from=TL&videos=TeMtsgKkkrU]Cartoon Heroes[/url]

Five loud drumbeats began to play, as Diane looked across the park to find Biscuits holding a portable CD player. ‘Track six’ Diane whispered and smiled.

‘We are what we're supposed to be; illusions of your fantasy. All dots and lines that speak and say; what we do is what you wish to do’ Diane sang softly. ‘We are the color symphony, we do the things you wanna see. Frame by frame, to the extreme’ Notusmon sang as she lowered the wind barrier.

‘Our friends are so unreasonable, they do the unpredictable. All dots lines that speak and say; what we do is what you wish to do’ Diane and Notusmon sang as they idly dodged the large thorns hurled by Vegiemon.

‘It's all an orchestra of strings, doin' unbelievable things. Frame by frame, to the extreme. One by one, we're makin' it fun’ Notusmon sang as she took to the sky and slapping Vegiemon with air. He swatted at her but missed each sweep.

‘We are the Cartoon Heroes - oh-oh-oh. We are the ones who're gonna last forever. We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh. And walked out on a piece of paper. Here comes Spiderman, arachnophobian. Welcome to the toon town party. Here comes Superman, from never-neverland. Welcome to the toon town party’ the two harmonized, avoiding a large sweep of gas from Vegiemon. Notusmon had grabbed Diane and flew her out of the way.

‘We learned to run at speed of light and to fall down from any height. It's true, but just remember that what we do is what you just can't do’ Diane sang, blowing Vegiemon a kiss as he swung at them, only to have them vanish in a gust of wind.

‘And all the worlds of craziness a bunch of stars that's chasing us. Frame by frame, to the extreme; one by one, we're makin' it fun’ Notusmon sang from behind Vegiemon.

‘We are the Cartoon Heroes - oh-oh-oh We are the ones who're gonna last forever. We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh And walked out on a piece of paper. Here comes Spiderman, arachnophobian. Welcome to the toon town party. Here comes Superman, from never-neverland. Welcome to the toon town party’ they sang as Vegiemon threw his enormous leaves. The wind surrounding Notusmon blew them off course.

‘You think we're so mysterious, don't take us all too serious. Be original, and remember that what we do is what you just can't do. What we do is what you just can't do. What we do is what you just can't do. What we do is what you just can't do. What we do is what you just can't do’ they repeated at the enraged plant.

‘We are the Cartoon Heroes - oh-oh-oh. We are the ones who're gonna last forever. We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh. And walked out on a piece of paper’ Diane sang whilst holding onto Notusmon with her left arm. There was a bright flash of grey light between their link, consuming her hand. A very elegant gauntlet was left on her hand. The metal on the top part was very smooth and refined, with the colouring being a very light rose. The lower leather underneath was a light rose colour as well. The flashing screen read ‘Digivolution OK’.

Diane let go of Notusmon and dropped to the ground and spun around, her arm sweeping from the right to the left, creating a horizontal circle of green data.

‘There’s some more to come, and your time is done. Welcomed with Dig-gi-vo-lu-tion ENERGIZE!’ she cried, the data flying to the airborne Notusmon and consuming her with in a green sphere. ‘Notusmon, digivolve to’ Notusmon cried, a large gale of wind flying from the sphere. ‘Hurrigalemon’ she cried, the sphere shattering with a vast tsunami of wind.

Hurrigalemon was a quite tall girl with the appearance of a fourteen year old. Her skin was bronzed like her predecessor; with blond hair that reached to her shoulder blades. Her short miniskirt blew in the breeze whilst her D-cup breasts jiggled slightly in her strapless top. The kanji for wind on the right can.

She blew Vegiemon a kiss, and he acted like he had been slapped.

Hurrigalemon flew in and almost kicked Vegiemon in the face, stopping short. He looked closely and perved at the clean white panties she wore. ‘PERVERT!’ she screamed.

She began to kick him brutally in the face using the appropriately named ‘peeved anime-girl power’. Vegiemon was panting from his beating, until Hurrigalemon unleashed one more kick, which sent a wave of electricity throughout the plant’s body.

The small Vegiemon pods popped as he turned a sickly yellow colour. ‘Oh shit’ he exclaimed and exploded into a wave of data.

Diane cheered as Hurrigalemon landed, promptly giving her a high-five. Thy both remembered Biscuits and looked over, to find him gone. ‘Let’s pray to god that he’s stoned’ Hurrigalemon commented.

Idly, the fabric of the gauntlet extended two millimeters.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 7]
[u]Chapter 7: You know what? Screw this[/u]

*The following is a service announcement. Please stay calm and listen to said announcement*

*Due to the graphic nature of Dennis’ personal life, many scenes have been censored to protect the innocent, we apologize for the inconweniance*

*Censored* Looking at the remains of the chair, Dennis left his room with Tortmon; it was time for another trip to the trash heap.

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The trash heap was on the outskirts of Specter. It was wear all the trash and undesirables were tossed to.

The dump was the territory of the Plague Rats, but they and Dennis had an understanding.

‘What is it we’re looking for?’ Tortmon rasped. His little legs were having trouble keeping up with Dennis.

‘A new chair’ Dennis rumbled back.

He started climbing up a junk heap, searching for something. A large tire was sticking out from a trash pile; Dennis could only smile as he heaved the thing out.

‘Good condition, no holes or spiders. This is perfect’ he decided and climbed back down.

Tortmon was splashing in a puddle of garbage water, but he looked up at Dennis. ‘We going already?’ he yawned and began to waddle behind his partner.

There was some rustling from a nearby trash pile. The duo ignored it. ‘Probly a Plague Rat, don’t be scared’ he said to Tortmon.

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*Censored*

After fixing his pants up, Dennis put the tire in the right spot in his room. ‘We’re going to the shed’ he told Tortmon, who was tired of moving.

Dennis hefted the turtle with one arm and walked off to the shed, not bothering to say goodbye to his siblings.

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Dennis attracted many looks from the citizens, he always did. It’s not that he hated the attention, it was just the fact that they were never looking at his face.

He always knew the words they were thinking. [i]‘F**k that dude is huge, it’s like he’s gonna give birth to a ten-year old’[/i] he thought grimly.

He was glad that the unwanted attention on him prevented them from noticing Tortmon. It is amazing as to what you can hide in plain sight.

After ignoring countless looks, Dennis thumped into the alley and opened the shed door. Most of them were there, except Brains and DaTsukaimon.

They didn’t take notice as he dropped Tortmon on the floor and took up his tire.

Talking, the others were always talking and it bored Dennis. He didn’t have much to talk about, hence why he always said nothing.

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Tyson entered the shed by noon with a piece of paper in his hands. ‘Hey Alex, [b]you wanted[/b] something for us to do right? Well I found a group activity to amuse us’ he announced.

He handed over a large flyer to Alex, who gave it a quick scan and grinned. ‘Heh, I think I heard about this before. But it’ll be funny anyways’ he said and turned the flyer to the rest of them.

‘Big Bills belly-busting Ball you can eat bood eating contest’ Pyro read.

They all grinned as Dennis looked over the flyer. [i]‘I don’t like that look’[/i] he thought as they all smiled at him.

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[i]‘I knew it’[/i] Dennis thought as they had dragged him to the bood, errr, food eating contest.

The food eating contest was held near the docks of Specter, near those warehouses we saw back in episode four.

The scene was set with many pictures of mouth-watering foods.

A large table had been set up, loaded down with enough food to feed a third-world country, but instead of feeding hungry orphans, it was going to be devoured by fat pigs who clearly need a run on the treadmill; hurray for democracy.

Dennis took his seat at the far end, looking at the competition. Most of them were just pigs, not tanks like him. This would be by far too easy.

Dennis had brought Tortmon along, plopping him next to his seat.

The master of ceremonies Bill was just a random faceless who doesn’t need a description.

‘On, your barks, get bet, BO!’ he shouted.

A mound of sandwiches had been loaded in front of each contestant by the helpful staff. Dennis almost literally dived in as his friends cheered him on.

Moving on to the next platter- Oh who am I kidding? Let’s move to the action.

*Fasts forwards* Blah blah blah, faceless contestant chokes on meatball. Blah, contestant collapses in on himself. Ah, here we go.

*Plays normally*

Dennis was the last contestant as he chewed on the scraps of a lamb shank.

He drops it on his plate as Bill approaches. He raises the lamb shank high into the air. ‘The winner’ he proclaims.

Dennis looked as his friends cheered loudly.

Suddenly, there was a sudden rumble of suddenness from below the docks.

‘OH MY GOD, THE DOCKS ARE COLLAPSING!’ Bill screamed and ran off with his helpers.

The normally docile Tortmon growled as many golden spikes rose from the ocean. An enormous tortoise creature was rising from the ocean, his mighty roar shook up the docks.

[spoiler=Tortomon]
[img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071102062643/digimon/images/9/99/Tortomon.gif[/img]

‘Meet my half-baked brother twice removed. His name is Tortomon and trust me when I say that I got both the looks and the power. He is known as the roaring Digimon, hardly surprising when his snores shake mountains. His hard shell repels most conventional attacks, but he is too dumb to realize the flaw in shooting those spikes with his Strong Carapace attack. Also, he hates it when people see him urinating whilst laughing like a moron’.

~Tortmon[/spoiler]

Tortmon growled as Tortomon roared again as he floated on the water.

Dennis kept a close eye on the tortoise, as he noticed it wasn’t looking directly at any of them.

‘Come on Dennis, we can take him’ Tortmon said with absolute confidence. Dennis shrugged, just going along with it.

Oddly enough, blue data formed around Dennis’ left hand, forming into a large and bulky gauntlet. It was made purely from metal, with a large armoured section and no visible screen. The main part of the metal was dark blue, with the parts underneath being a light combination of blue and green.

‘How the heck did that happen? I thought we had to make contact with our partners’ Tyson complained.

Alex laughed. ‘I guess Dennis is more in tune with his partner’ he replied.

Dennis looked at his Digi-gauntlet, noticing a little catch on it. He released it and it flicked open to reveal the glowing screen, with ‘Digivolution OK’ on it.

‘Digivolution Energize’ he said roughly. Blue data formed in the palm of his hand, which contorted around it, before flying off and surrounding Tortmon in a bright blue sphere.

‘Tortmon, Digivolve to’ he cried, the sphere growing vastly in size to rival Devidraremon’s. ‘ArmanTortmon’ ArmanTortmon finished, shattering his sphere. Tortmon had been transformed into a giant Tortoise. His shell was covered in plates of armour with metal spikes. His back legs had been completely mechanized, whilst his front were armoured with metal, giving him metal claws. His face was much more vicious, with a large metal beak for biting.

Tortomon roared loudly again as he was faced with this new foe. ‘Ice Azor’ ArmanTortmon roared; many of the metal plates opened up to reveal odd ice sprites.

They doggedly chased towards Tortomon, striking him all over and freezing wherever they hit. The water were he now was shallow, so the heavier ice anchored him to the ground, perfectly in range of ArmanTortmon’s attacks.

ArmanTortmon lowered his head as the front parts of his shell opened up, revealing a large cannon which rested on his head. The cannon began charging as more ice sprites were released from his shell and sucked up into it.

‘Glacial Glacier’ he cried, firing a stream of icy energy at his victim. Tortomon couldn’t flee as the blast hit him and the water he was floating in.

Ice began to form all over Tortomon, keeping him in place as his prison formed more. ArmanTortmon was satisfied with the job after all but Tortomon’s head and neck were completely frozen over.

Tortmon roared as usual whilst struggling with his neck to free himself. ArmanTortmon was about to prepare his finishing move, but was stopped by a stern whistle.

Dennis removed his fingers from his mouth as he approached the edge of the docks with a large turkey leg. He looked at Tortomon, who was still struggling until he spotted Dennis, and the turkey leg.

Dennis raised the leg and moved it side to side, seeing that Tortmon was following it. He grinned as he hurled the leg across the water and into range of Tortomon, who greedily snapped it up.

‘He was just hungry?’ Tyson said, clearly disappointed by the anti-climax this fight had been.

Dennis walked back to the table with a few more legs, which he hurled across one at a time for the waiting Tortomon.

The ice had melted a bit by this point and the tortoise broke free, waving before swimming off into the deeper waters.

The gauntlet on Dennis’ hand lengthened slightly.

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This little event had been observed by Brittle. The room was still dark, and there was this wheezing noise, not coming from Brittle.

‘So, is it time?’ Brittle inquired.

The wheezing stopped as two bright points of blue light focused in the darkness. ‘Yes, it is time to put the plan into the motion’ a cruel voice replied.

‘The plan that will put an end to the rebellion of all things’ Brittle added.

‘The plan that will truly surpass the goals of everyone’ the voice finished.

Both of them laughed loudly at this.

‘It’s fun being vague and jerking the audience around like that’ Brittle commented.

‘Jeremy, will you come and do the dishes?’ a falsetto voice called.

‘But mom’ Brittle protested.

‘JEREMY GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO THE GOD DAMN DISHES’ his mom screeched.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 8]
[u]Chapter 8: This Story actually has a Plot?![/u]

It had been a week after the events at the eating contest, and absolutely nothing had happened.

No Digimon attacks, no unknown and shady behaviour, nothing whatsoever.

The lack of activity was getting to the group, who petered the time at their jobs, except something was about to happen, at one said job.

‘Your empty wallllllls, your empty waaa-aaalllls’ Diane sang in time to the song that was playing over the loud speakers.

She was wiping down the already pristine counter because she was completely and absolutely bored.

‘Pretentious attention, dismissive apprehension’ she continued as the door opened. Her head raised to a very handsome man in his late teens.

He seemed well-off, wearing a clean sleeveless shirt and having it covered up by a well-ironed navy-blue jacket, which was buttoned up like a uniform. His pants were jet-black and ironed as well. His auburn hair was very striking, with much of his long fringe covering his right eye. There was not a thing wrong with his face, perfectly pristine.

[i]‘Jack-pot’[/i] Diane said mentally.

The handsome man approached the counter and she straightened up, staring into his blue eye. They were so beautiful, she was literally lost in them.

‘I’m here to see Mr. Biscuits’ the man said politely.

‘You, huh, wha?’ Diane said in a hormone driven stupor.

‘I’m here to see Mr. Biscuits’ the man repeated, losing a bit of his politeness.

‘I’ll go get him, may I ask your name?’ Diane inquired.

The man smiled coyly. ‘My name is Noah Sequintes’ he said to her.

‘Noah Sequintes’ she repeated and went out back to the storeroom.

She knocked on it precisely three times; there was stirring from within as Biscuits poked his head out. ‘Yessum?’ he inquired.

‘There’s a Noah Sequintes here to see you’ Diane reported, her head clearing of her lust.

‘Won’t be a mo’ Biscuits answered and closed the door. There was slight banging and Biscuits left the storeroom, following Diane to the front.

Noah was looking though the many CDs on offer, but directed his attention to Diane and Biscuits.

‘Can I help you mate?’ Biscuits inquired.

‘I’m here for that interview we scheduled’ Noah replied to his inquiry.

Biscuits scratched his slowly, not seeming to recall. ‘I don’t recall any interviews mate’ he answered.

‘Are you certain?’ Noah inquired, his tone much more different, perhaps a little forceful.

Biscuits looked at Noah. ‘Ah yes, I remember now. Come to the back Noah’ Biscuits answered as normal and the duo went out the back.

Diane cast a worried look to Notusmon, who, if you didn’t noticed, had been perched on a stool behind the counter.

‘I don’t recall receiving any resumes, or ever seeing him before’ Diane commented.

Though her body was still, Notusmon managed to reply. ‘There was something odd about him, it all seems to fishy to me. Beautiful people are known for treachery’ Notusmon replied, but made herself motionless as not even a minute went by and the two had already returned from the back.

‘Congratulations Diane, from now on Noah me old chum here will be your co-worker’ Biscuits announced.

Diane’s eyes just widened as Notusmon did all in her power to not utter a sound.

‘I take my leave’ Noah announced, walking towards the door, except, he paused to look at Notusmon. She was close to sweating from his unwarranted attention, but he seemed to disregard her and leave.

[i]‘F**K’[/i] Diane thought whilst checking out Noah’s ass.

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‘And then Biscuits started acting all strangely, the dude can’t even remember to order CDs, how the hell could he ever remember an interview?’ Diane questioned as she and the others convened in the shed after work.

‘What was his name again?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired.

‘Noah Sequintes’ Diane repeated for the petit knight.

‘I see’ he remarked and remained silent.

‘Sequintes? What was he, Mexican?’ Pyro inquired.

‘No, he looked Caucasian to me, but if I could say, he seemed like an elf. He was by far too perfect to be true‘ Diane answered.

The door of the shed opened as Mauler stepped in. He was holding a folded piece of paper in his paw. ‘Where have you been? We haven’t seen you in a while’ Alex questioned.

‘Nowhere special’ Mauler answered, handing Alex the paper. ‘It was taped to the door, looks like it had only been left there’ Mauler explained and Alex quickly looked it over.

‘Dear RE, I would like to meet you. Please meet me at the docks, preferably at the docks if you will. I have some vital information for you. Signed, damn, I can’t make it out’ Alex read.

‘This sounds like a trap to me, it’s too coincidental that a human should know the abbreviation for our group’ ProtoKnightmon reasoned.

‘It may not be a human’ Gentlemon countered.

‘What Digimon would actually want to help us?’ Notusmon questioned.

‘It doesn’t matter, I have an odd feeling about this. Whatever this ‘friend’ knows, it is clearly important’ Brains announced.

‘Then we go, unless you’re scared’ Alex coaxed, giving a smug look to the Digimon.

‘The Raging Elementals are never afraid’ the five cried.

‘That’s what I wanted to hear’ Alex grinned.

Mauler didn’t move as they prepared to leave.

‘Aren’t you coming?’ Alex inquired.

Mauler waved his hand. ‘Nah, you go on to your little meeting, I’m going to catch some Z’s’ he answered, flipping his cap around to cover his eyes.

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You’d think they’d learn by now to not go to near abandoned areas in the dead of night, oh how people never learn.

‘I still think this is a trap’ ProtoKnightmon stated as the group snuck through the darkness covering the docks area.

The area which they were supposed to meet this friend was quite open, with several flood lights illuminating the area. In the centre of the illuminated area was an odd figure.

Brains recognized him immediately. ‘Brittle’ he cried, running out of the darkness to face his old chum.

‘Hello Tyson’ Brittle said, a very creepy grin on his face.

The others followed Tyson into the light to face Brittle. ‘Why’d you call us here?’ Alex demanded.

Brittle turned his demented grin onto Alex. ‘Oh I didn’t call you here, HE did’ brittle answered in his sinister tone. His arm raised and pointed into the darkness, where two pin-pricks of light appeared.

There were the sound of hooves clopping as an odd skeletal creature came into the light.

The creature was about the same height as ProtoKnightmon, and it was completely composed of blue bones. Each of them didn’t seem to fit right, as if he was made together from different corpses. Whilst he had two main arms, another two stuck out of his back. Remnants of a flight membrane clung to the thin bones. The macabre creature’s skull was humanlike, with a couple of horns jutting out of them. Whilst his eyes were hollow, two bright points of light came from the sockets.

‘Zemmon’ the five rookie Digimon gasped.

‘Hello ProtoKnightmon, you look well. As does Notusmon, DaTsukaimon, Gentlemon and Tortmon’ Zemmon said in an approaching malicious tone.

‘My lord, how-how are you?’ Notusmon inquired.

‘Fine fine, bones a little out of shape and I’m sheltering a burning hatred. Otherwise I’m good’ Zemmon answered.

‘Who is this freak?’ Alex inquired. ProtoKnightmon was too slow to react and prevent Alex from saying that.

Zemmon took immediate offence, the lights in his eyes burned brightly.

‘I am Zemmon, leader of the Raging Elementals. And you will address me as my lord or sire you pathetic human’ the skeleton spat.

‘Please Zemmon, he didn’t mean it. He doesn’t understand’ ProtoKnightmon pleaded.

Zemmon snarled and looked at Brittle, who, if you didn’t notice, had an azure Digi-Gauntlet on.

‘Digivolution Energize’ Brittle commanded. Azure energy seeped out of the gauntlet and snaked around Zemmon, encasing him in a glowing sphere.

‘Zemmon, Digivolve to Zemusmon’ Zemusmon cried, shattering the sphere.

The horrid creature that emerged was fear-inducing. Zemmon had become a large blue skeleton, his thin form completely covered by sweeping blue robes. His skull has two pinpoints of red light for eyes, with several horns jutting out of it. He has an enormous dull orange and black collar, which rises from his back. His sleeves are very puffy, with many tears and scars on them, revealing his blue bones. A mantle extends along the sleeves, creating a shroud around his body when his arms are closed. The inside material is black, whilst the outside is a dull orange. The lower half of the outfit seemed to flatted out, indicating that he may not have a lower body.

‘So what? You Digivolved, we can take you on’ Alex boldly stated. The partner Digimon shied away from him. ‘Guys?’ Alex said, hesitating himself.

‘We’re sorry, but it’s Zemusmon, we couldn’t take him on, even as champions’ DaTsukaimon squeaked.

A grin appeared on Zemusmon’s face.

‘My vassals, I think some discipline is in order for these humans. I am a forgiving Digimon, thus I will allow you to discipline them in my steed’ Zemusmon decided.

‘My lord’ ProtoKnightmon pleaded.

‘Would you prefer me to do it myself?!’ Zemusmon demanded/shouted.

ProtoKnightmon remained quiet as the partner Digimon separated the humans out into pairs, the human and their partner. ‘Now ProtoKnightmon, strike your human’ Zemusmon ordered.

‘You wouldn’t’ Alex said. ProtoKnightmon gave him a pained look as he raised his right hand.

‘No, the other hand’ Zemusmon commanded.

ProtoKnightmon looked a Zemusmon as he lowered his less armoured hand, raising his heavy gauntlet.

Before Alex could think, ProtoKnightmon punched his right in the stomach. He could only let loose a gasp before he collapsed to the ground. He was stunned, all he could do was throw-up a concentration of vomit and blood.

‘Alex’ Diane cried. Zemusmon looked at her. ‘Notusmon, take away what is precious to your human for speaking without my permission’ he commanded.

Notusmon tried to turn away, to resist him, but she could not. With a quick slice, she cut off Diane’s pony-tail. What remained fell back into position, creating near-shoulder length hair.

Diane was stunned as she picked up the ponytail. Her fingers shook so much that she dropped it again, but did not bend down to retrieve it.

Zemusmon then took his cold eye onto Tyson. ‘DaTsukaimon, you human is giving me a funny look. Teach him to look at me only with respect’ Zemusmon ordered.

‘Not Tyson’ Brittle cried, having been silent through the first two punishments.

‘And why should I excuse him from the punishment?’ Zemusmon inquired.

‘Because he’s my friend Zemusmon’ Brittle begged.

Zemusmon scoffed at Brittle’s pleas. ‘Friend? FRIEND?! WHO DO YOU THINK IS CONTROLLING THE SITUATION HERE?! You, or me?’ Zemusmon demanded.

Brittle shied back a little. ‘You, Lord Zemusmon’ he said weakly.

‘Very good’ Zemusmon stated, satisfied with the remark. He turned his red eyes back onto DaTsukaimon and Tyson.

‘Discipline him’ Zemusmon ordered. His hand glowed with a azure colour, forcing Tyson to raise his arm to be parallel to the ground.

DaTsukaimon opened his jaws wide and bit down hard on Tyson’s extended arm. Tyson screamed as DaTsukaimon easily broke through his skin. Blood dripped down quickly onto the ground.

DaTsukaimon released Tyson, who fell to the ground in convulsions. Foam began to form at his mouth.

Zemusmon let out a satisfied laugh. His gaze turned to Pyro and Gentlemon. ‘Destroy what is precious to your human’ he ordered.

Gentlemon looked in horror as Pyro removed his jacket and handed it to Gentlemon. ‘Do it’ he said bitterly, tears rolling down his face.

Gentlemon received the jacket and it immediately combusted. Burning quickly, the embers blew away as the most important thing to Pyro was destroyed.

Zemusmon revelled in this, finally looking at Dennis and Tortmon. His lip crept back in detest of Dennis. ‘My slow witted vassal, discipline your human’ he ordered.

Tortmon obeyed, showing a maw of sharp teeth as he bit down on Dennis’ leg. Dennis tried to remain stalwart, but the pain could be seen in his face. Blood dribbled down from the bite-wound as Tortmon released him.

Zemusmon let out a cold and malicious chuckle. ‘It seems your loyalty remains true to me my vassals. However[b],[/b] your humans are not ready yet to join. I will allow a few days for you to devote yourselves to me. And then, I shall welcome you all back with open arms’ Zemusmon announced.

He floated over to Brittle and grabbed him. ‘Time to discipline you for defying me. Soon you will be [b]acting exactly[/b] as I want you to be’ Zemusmon hissed as the duo vanished.

They left behind the Digimon, who felt nothing but regret. The humans however, were too distraught for rational thinking.

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Nearby, on a building two figures watched. ‘The time has come, says the radio’ Carrollmon stated.

The other figure nodded, his long bang gently lowing in the chilling breeze. ‘Indeed my friend, the terror you tried to warn the others of has returned. We must work hard to contain Zemusmon, for the sake of the world’ Noah replied.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Chapter 9]
[u]Chapter 9: A Lesson in History & EVIL[/u]

The past few days were terrible. Diane had called an ambulance as the partner Digimon fled in shame. Tyson, Alex and Dennis were taken to the hospital for immediate treatment.

Much of Tyson’s arm was infected with DaTsukaimon’s poison, the tissue was completely dead. Alex suffered damage to his abdominal regions, having some of his lower rib cage shattered. Dennis suffered minor bite wounds thanks to Tortmon’s dinky fangs, but was otherwise okay.

The partner Digimon had not been seen for some while, the humans had believed they had fled for parts unknown in shame.

Today, Mauler had disguised himself by wearing an overcoat and long hat, no one noticed because classic faceless people are idiots.

The room Alex and Tyson were in was on the ground level of the hospital, and was vacant, save for them two. Mauler, Pyro, Diane and Dennis were sitting around the two beds the boys were kept in.

‘How are you feeling’ Diane inquired as she put fresh flowers in a vase in-between the beds.

‘Knowing that I’m going to lose my right arm because of DaTsukaimon’s poison, not so well’ Tyson said bitterly.

‘I haven’t eaten for three days and I get moisture pumped into my arm like a test-tube baby, I feel f**king fantastic’ Alex added to the bitterness.

The subject of the Digimon was bitter indeed.

‘I can’t believe them, their old boss comes back from the dead and they’re all bending over backwards for him’ Pyro said, feeling his new vest over and stopping at the collar, where the fur on his old jacket used to be.

‘I thought they had more class than that, but it seems they’re still [b]as I[/b] thought, complete losers’ Mauler commented.

‘It isn’t polite to talk about someone behind their back’ Gentlemon stated.

They all looked at the window, to find the partners looking through it with sad faces.

Diane opened the window and they all crawled in, ProtoKnightmon locking the only door in.

‘What do you guys want, shouldn’t you be off kissing Zemusmon’s ass?’ Alex gasped.

ProtoKnightmon inspected Alex’s wounds, worried mumbling coming from him. ‘Please, understand that we regret our actions. You have no idea what we went through because of it’ ProtoKnightmon pleaded.

Alex turned a callous eye to his partner. ‘Was your stomach almost crushed by a person you believed to have been your friend?’ he demanded.

‘No, but please hear us out. For your loses, you deserve to hear the full story’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

Tyson raised his right arm, the skin was a foul grey colour and the skin was sunken. ‘For losing much of my right arm I deserve a Broadway musical’ he quipped.

DaTsukaimon turned away in shame. ‘We’ll fix that later, but for now, you will learn the story of us and Zemmon, or as he was known back then, Zeramasumon’ ProtoKnightmon stated, the scene going into a white filter effect as each character’s image became black.

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[i]‘When we were still the Raging Elementals, I, as Golbiusmon served as the leader. However, we weren’t very successful nor taken seriously, due to the times. When we first teamed up, some of the Families had very little trust for another one. So they kept to themselves. As a team we strived to create unity between the Families, but it was unsuccessful. We didn’t even have a base to operate from’.

‘However, Zeramasumon saw our plight and joined us. Together the six of us formed the Raging Elementals, building ourselves a mighty castle to operate from. Truth be told we wanted to unite the Families at first, but we came off badly due to our immense power. To compensate, Zeramasumon had us divide our power, keeping half for ourselves and storing away the other half. Don’t try to understand the logic behind it’.

‘We had thought that Zeramasumon had halved his power as well. He was so mighty, we never would have noticed a loss in his power. I digress, the order to halve our power was a trap. Zeramasumon was corrupt, we never saw it coming. Whilst we halved our power, he maintained his own. He used his power to force us to destroy innocent villages and towns. I’ll never forget the look in our victim’s eyes when we completely torched one of the several Primary villages’.

‘However, power destroy you eventually. Zeramasumon became too overconfident, he had the Raging Elementals assault the citadel of the Celestial Trinity: Seraphimon, Ophanimon and Cherubimon. He was too confident that he would beat them, he allowed them a free shot. Each charged their attacks, but he did not expect that we too charged our own attacks. The combined effort of the five of us and the three angels vanquished Zeramasumon. We took his Digi-egg and fled the citadel’.

‘Underneath the castle we found a lab that we had never built. It turns out that Zeramasumon had built it in order to store the power we had lost. We couldn’t access our vaults, so we left them. We built a stasis capsule to contain Zeramasumon’s Digi-egg, to prevent him from ever returning’.[/i]

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The scene returned to normal as everyone’s attention was turned on ProtoKnightmon’s. ‘As you can see, our plan backfired as it seems the angel Digimon have released Zemmon onto the human world’ ProtoKnightmon finished explaining.

‘So, by logic’s point Zemmon is too powerful, despite being reborn as a Digi-egg?’ Tyson inquired.

Gentlemon nodded at this. ‘There are certain Digimon who possess immense power, even after being reborn. Lucemon and Arkadimon are examples of this. We could stand a chance against Zemuson if we had the power we sealed away, but we no longer have access to the Digital World’ he explained.

‘Well this sucks, we have a power-hungry megalomaniacal Digimon on the loose and we can’t do anything about it’ Tyson said, before groaning at his arm. ‘Didn’t you say you were going to fix this?’ he added.

‘Ah yes’ ProtoKnightmon said as walked over to Tyson. ‘You have his Digi-gauntlet?’ he asked of DaTsukaimon.

The poison Digimon began hawking loudly as Tyson’s gauntlet was forcibly expelled. ‘I wondered where that went’ Tyson commented as it was put onto his good hand.

ProtoKnightmon punched in some random buttons and figures onto the gauntlet and the hack-spikes extended out.

He pointed at the heart monitor next to his bed, put there in case the poison went critical. ‘Implant the spikes into that device’ he commanded.

Tyson managed to reach up and the spikes were inserted into the device. There was a beeping noise from the Digi-gauntlet and sparks flew, sluices of data were downloaded into the gauntlet.

Data whirred through Tyson’s arms, his eyes alive with data. The data moved towards his bad arm, coating it in repeating binary code; it was alight with green light.

When the light faded, Tyson’s arm was as good as new, it seemed ever better. He flexed it experimentally, feeling for any problems.

‘This is great, practically as good as new’ Tyson commented in wonder.

Gentlemon made an uncomfortable little cough. ‘What?’ Tyson inquired.

‘The process isn’t one hundred percent perfect’ ProtoKnightmon said with obvious discomfort.

‘What do you mean?’ Diane inquired, her eyes narrowing.

‘Whatever percent of your arm was restored makes you that much percent of a Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon explained.

This was an awkward silence, Tyson was completely stunned. ‘Can-can you reverse it?’ Tyson asked desperately.

DaTsukaimon shook it’s entire body. ‘What’s done is done, although, this isn’t the worse part’ DaTsukaimon admitted, a critical mistake.

‘What do you mean?’ Pyro inquired, catching the Digimon’s slip-up.

The Digimon didn’t answer, tyring to look innocent. ‘TELL US! You promised us the whole story, let’s hear it’ Alex roared, grunting at the strain he was putting on himself.

‘The worst part is, is that you five are already partially Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon announced.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 10]
[u]Chapter 10: The Funny thing about Secrets[/u]

There was a bitter silence, punctured by the most feasible question. ‘What the f**k?’ Alex let out.

The Digimon looked guilty and the humans failed to catch their eyes.

‘How is that even possible?’ Mauler declared.

ProtoKnightmon pointed a guilty finger at Tyson’s arm, the one with the Digi-gauntlet on it. ‘The Digi-gauntlet is in truth an extension of our power. Wearing it creates a link between the creator of the gauntlet and the wearer. Wearing the gauntlet allows us to tap into the power you humans possess, allowing us to Digivolve; at a price’ he explained.

Everyone was silent, allowing ProtoKnightmon to finish his statement. ‘As we continue to Digivolve each time, the gauntlet’s length will increase, covering your bodies, until you are totally covered in armour. Then, your life will be taken and replaced with that of a Digimon’s. Truth be told, should we Digivolve again, the gauntlet will permanently fuse to your hand’ he finished.

There was nothing but quiet, this sort of information is too much for a mind to handle normally.

‘So, we’re on a timer?’ Pyro finally asked.

‘No, you have all the time in the world. Only the number of times we Digivolve and the length of time it is maintained counts. Merely Digivolving to champion and fighting for about five minutes accounts to one millimetre’ Notusmon answered.

‘Is that supposed to make us feel better?’ Diane inquired.

‘No, we just wanted to soften the blow as much as possible’ Gentlemon replied quickly.

‘So, we are destined to die. Is there any way to stop the transformation?’ Alex inquired.

‘No, as eggs we resonated with your hearts and hatched. It was only by you that we can Digivolve. And it is only we that can stop Zemusmon. He is on the loose and the Digital World is not even aware of it yet, except for one Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon explained.

‘By that one Digimon, you mean…’ Mauler inquired, his brow raising.

ProtoKnightmon nodded in reply. ‘Indeed, I mean he; the eternal Digimon Sequintosmon’ he answered.

‘How about filling in the blanks for the rest of us. Eternal, Digimon and Sequintosmon don’t paint a full picture’ Tyson cut in.

ProtoKnightmon focused on Tyson, and nodded. ‘Sequintosmon is the eternal Digimon because he cannot die by age. No one really knows where he is, as he has sworn to never interfere with the Digital World. As he is eternal, he is charged with chronicling the history of the Digital World and the memories of all Digimon who have lived. It is because of his careful recordings that Digimon retain their memories of their past lives. If he ever disappeared, reborn Digimon will never be able to recall their past memories, living new lives each time they exist. Many Digimon could never bear to part with their memories, which is why Sequintosmon is held in such high regard’.

There was naught but quiet, the subject and all conversation had then died.

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Aboard the Messiah, Class 1 Virus Buster Warship. Commander: Seraphimon

The Messiah, Seraphimon’s personal warship designed by the best mechanics, archineers and priests. It is a warship….that’s all I got, not really good at explaining warships. Erm, think of an awesome warship and make it all holy and godly. That’s all I can say on the matter. Oh yeah, it’s massive, even bigger than ElDradimon.

The command room is near the pinnacle of the warship. Inside there are three floors of consoles, diagnostics, ladders and platforms. At the top floor is a large marble throne, in which Seraphimon presides.

The Messiah had just been fixed after a raid from the Nightmare Soldiers, but was back, stronger than ever before.

It was currently in range of a heavily fortified Nightmare Soldier base, which had been causing problems for a long time.

‘On my command, unleash the Will’ Seraphimon ordered.

The Will, which is short for ‘The Will of God’ was one of the three main guns of the Messiah, the other two being ‘Wrath of the Son’ and ‘The Holy Spirit’.

There is a fourth gun, which is merely called ‘Reckoning’. Reckoning can only be fired from a safe distance, which is the very end of it’s firing range; which is two hundred and fifty kilometres away.

The Will of God is the siege weapon, firing a burst of concentrated holy energy. The equivalent being one hundred thousand Hands of Fate.

At the top deck of the Messiah, the large Will of God rose from it’s containment unit hidden below.

A viewing window appeared in front of Seraphimon, showing the target to be the NS base.

‘FIRE!’ he cried.

The energy chamber of the Will of God formed a glowing spheres, which bounced about rapidly, drawing in holy energy. The chamber was overloading as the blast was fired from the mouth of the cannon, zooming across the sky and making contact with the base.

Within seconds the base was evaporated, allowing a new territory to be claimed by the VB.

There was an alert whistle as the viewing window displayed the NS insignia, before it flipped over to an enraged Lucemon.

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‘You bastard, I thought we had finished off that thing’ he roared, a visible vein showing in his temple.

‘And we had the Messiah fixed Lucemon. Whatever plans you possess will fail at the hands of the Messiah’ Seraphimon declared triumphantly.

Lucemon composed himself carefully, betraying a smug grin. ‘I know, that’s why I had something prepared myself. It should be getting delivered shortly’ he boasted and the screen blackened.

‘What could he mean sir?’ one of the crewman asked.

There was an alarm as an object appeared onscreen. It was a Saberdramon holding a black ball on it’s talons.

‘OPEN FIRE!’ Seraphimon roared. The smaller AA cannons of the Messiah out folded from the ship and began firing on the enemy vulture.

It had been successfully shot down; and the sphere with it. As it hurtled through the air, it detonated, unleashing a terrible black void.

‘A GRAVITY BOMB! PULL BACK, GET THE MESSIAH OUT OF RANGE!’ Seraphimon screamed.

It was too late, as the front part of the Messiah was pulled clean off and sucked into the growing black void, which vanished.

Missing integral parts, warning lights blazed as the Messiah began to fall back down to the ground.

Seraphimon sat calmly as the crew began running around screaming. [i]‘I’ll get you for this Lucemon’[/i] he promised mentally.

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It has been a week since Alex, Tyson and Dennis had been released from the hospital. Alex’s body was still in bad shape from ProtoKnightmon’s attack, but he was well enough.

He was back on decent terms with ProtoKnightmon, thus allowing him to stay in his cupboard.

Currently he, ProtoKnightmon and Mauler were discussing a plan to stop Zemusmon.

‘He is a powerful foe, it would be provably difficult to defeat him head on’ ProtoKnightmon stated.

‘So, we try to weaken him down, niggle at him and go in for a final assault’ Alex suggested.

‘He would see that coming. If we could just force him to overextend and make him pick a fight he could not win, maybe then we could do it’ ProtoKnightmon countered.

‘I don’t see why you can’t take him on one v one. If he is just a freshly hatched, even more so than you I could take him on’ Mauler declared.

They were so engrossed they didn’t hear the door creak open.

‘But what could you do one on one, he can become a champion, you can’t’ ProtoKnightmon pointed out.

Something was seen in the corner of Alex’s eye and he turned to see it; it was Delia.

‘Mum’ Alex began, he couldn’t believe he had forgotten to lock the door.

She merely looked at ProtoKnightmon and Mauler, before saying ‘I see’ and left.

He hurtled after her, catching her in the hallway. ‘It isn’t what it looks like’ he began.

She looked into his eyes, mother’s had strange powers when they do that. ‘It seems to be exactly what it looks like. A small knight creature and a walking talking humanoid bear. To be honest I’m relieved’ she replied.

Alex’s face twisted up, trying to find an adequate answer or question.

‘To think I had thought you had been doing something illegal’ she admitted.

‘Illegal? Why would you think that?’ Alex inquired.

‘All the secrecy and the late night activities. Your hospitalization as well, I was afraid something was up’ she explained.

ProtoKnightmon and Mauler had come out into the hallway as well. Delia craned around Alex to look at them. ‘So, who are your friends?’ she inquired.

‘I am Timmy’ ProtoKnightmon lied.

‘Give it a rest Proto, the woman ain’t stupid. I’m Mauler by the way’ Mauler said, holding out a paw to Delia, which she took and shook.

‘Fine, I am ProtoKnightmon, but you can call me Timmy anyways, I like the name’ ProtoKnightmon greeted, offering her his right hand as well.

The only perplexed was Alex, his mother didn’t even bat an eyelid at walking talking creatures. ‘This doesn’t freak you out?’ he cried.

‘I’ve been to Japan, there are a lot stranger things there I assure you’ Delia answered curtly.

‘I like this lady’ Mauler said.

Delia frowned however. ‘Looks like I’ll have to set up for four this evening, though food might be a little scarce’ she admitted.

‘You’re right, with Mauler in the open it might stretch the food budget even more’ Alex realized.

‘I can cook’ Mauler stated. ‘You work at a restaurant right? Well, with a little work I might be able to get a job there’ he added.

‘Four pay checks would keep us afloat, but I doubt they’d employ a humanoid teddy bear’ Alex stated.

‘Not necessarily, staff have been short these past few days and the manager is desperate for any cook they can grab. After the initial shock he can be convinced to employ Mauler, it shouldn’t [b]come to[/b] be any worse’ Delia suggested.

‘This is so messed up’ Alex admitted.

Well, it was, really this is some funky ass s**t.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

I are so razy.

[spoiler=Chapter 11]
[u]Chapter 11: Crouching Angel; Hidden Gheistmon[/u]

‘I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?’ Diane sang as she finally knocked off work.

Biscuits had kept her til nine due to an unusually high CD sale.

Notusmon had already fallen asleep in her arms as she walked the dark street.

Really, this scene is so f**king classic; girl walking down dark lamp lit streets, I wonder what is going to happen? Oh right, scary s**t, naturally.

There was a slight chill that cut to the bone; Diane shivered as she tied Notusmon’s long sleeves around her neck.

She passed an alleyway when the chill cut again. Something flashed in the corner of her eye.

Like in any horror or unsettling part, she looked.

In the alley was a black creature. It was floating several feet off the ground. It had a large bulky torso. It was missing it‘s left arm; which had been craftily replaced by twisting shadows; twisted spiky tendrils stuck out from the shoulder. The fingers were long, perfect for choking. The other arm went down to the wrist; there was an odd wooden wheel where the wrist should have been. Then there was the hand, the colour of sick cyan. It was clutching a blue crystal in it. The head was completely hooded. The most terrifying part was it’s legs, which were missing from the thighs down. It wore a raged robe at the leg section, as if it used to have legs.

In shock Diane dropped Notusmon, who woke with a start.

The creature merely shifted away and it’s form vanished.

‘What is it?’ Notusmon demanded.

Diane pointed at the empty alley. ‘There was something, a horrible ghost thing’ she said, clearly lost for intelligent words.

‘There’s nothing there now, and you don’t seem to be faking; I would know, I was always a proper little diva. This is bad, I’d best get us home fast. Hang on’ Notusmon ordered as she rose into the air.

Diane grabbed onto Notusmon’s feet as Notusmon withdrew her arms from her sleeves. The kimono she was wearing began to spin rapidly as they rose into the air and took off.

[i]‘A Gheistmon is not a pleasant sight, nor has it a pleasant prophecy’[/i] Notusmon thought.

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Diane had gone to bed early whilst Notusmon sat at the foot of her bed, watching the clock. By eleven thirty she moved, grabbing Diane’s Digi-gauntlet and punched in a code.

The screen flickered and created a holographic rectangle. It was flickering with static before ProtoKnightmon appeared on it.

‘What is it Notusmon?’ he inquired.

‘Diane saw a Gheistmon’ Notusmon reported.

ProtoKnightmon flinched slightly, but reattained composure. ‘Are you sure?’ he inquired. ‘It could have been something else’.

Notusmon shook her head, dishevelling some hair. ‘No, nothing can impart such terror like one of them, I’m sure it was a Gheistmon, what worries me is that a Gheistmon means vengeance’ she replied.

‘I know, it may have been after you; but it worries me that it appeared for Diane. Something is up and I don’t like it. Zemusmon wouldn’t use a Gheistmon, you can’t control them, all they think of is revenge. Stay on high alert Notusmon, this is bad business. ProtoKnightmon out’ ProtoKnightmon stated and the vid window closed.

[i]‘High alert my fanny’[/i] Notusmon thought as she curled up in her sleeves and fell asleep.

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The clock read three forty-two as Diane woke up. Her throat was dry as, waking her.

She rose from her bed, careful not to disturb Notusmon and walked down to the kitchen. Sleepiness was rubbed from her eyes as a glass was grabbed from the sink and the tap turned, but no water came out.

Annoyed and groggy, she walked over to the refrigerator. It opened and a bright light emanated from it. She reached in and tried to grab the milk, but her eyes were closed from sleepiness.

A black hand handed her the milk and she closed the door. Her eyes snapped open as she looked at the refrigerator.

Curiosity won as she opened the fridge door. Hell was on the inside of the fridge, with the black figure floating in it. ‘Zuuuuuuul’ it whispered and pointed at her.

She closed the door without a word, leaving the milk on the bench and walked back to her room and climbed into bed, bringing the covers over her head.

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Diane was still asleep with the covers over her head.

Something poked at her and she mumbled something. It jabbed her again and she woke with a start.

The covers flew off as Notusmon jumped off the bed in alarm.

‘What is it?’ Diane demanded.

‘It’s way past ten you sleepy ass. Why’d you have the covers over your head anyways?’ Notusmon inquired.

‘I was cold’ Diane lied as she sat up in her bed.

‘That was a bad lie. You saw it again, didn’t you?’ Notusmon stated.

Diane nodded carefully, may as well be truthful.

‘I was afraid of that. What you keep seeing is called a Gheistmon. It’s a Digimon breed with bad origins. When Digimon die, many are reborn as Digi-eggs, or Digitama is you wanna get technical. However, some are brutally killed and don’t entirely die. Their vengeful spirits live on until their hatred becomes so great they possess the nearest host they can find; twisting it into the sickly form of Gheistmon. All self with those beasts are gone, all they live for is revenge’ Notusmon explained.
‘Why would it want revenge on me? I didn’t even know what a Digimon was until you guys turned up’ Diane protested.

Notusmon shook her head, her perfect hair was slightly loosened. ‘The Gheistmon you saw was probably after me. When Zeramasumon was our leader we did some truly terrible things. That Gheistmon recognized my power signature, and so he was drawn to us. There is very little you can [b]expect from[/b] a Gheistmon, but what we can expect is that he won’t stop hounding us until I’m dead. Or, to satisfy vengeance, you’re dead’ Notusmon grimly stated.

Diane began to sweat as she covered herself with the sheets. ‘Can we destroy it?’ she asked from under the sheets; her voice muffled.

‘It depends, Gheistmon do not possess a pre-determined level because they don’t have one. Their power is determined by the body of the possessed creature. Gheistmon are only after bodies with the power to settle their scores. I expect our one would have claimed a powerful mega to be on par with our original states’ she answered.

‘Okay, I’ll just hide in my bed for the rest of my soon-to-be very short life’ Diane replied.

Using the wind, Notusmon blew the sheets off Diane. ‘No way, we’re fighting that thing. I have, a plan’ Notusmon declared.

‘If you are using me as bait, I will personally kill you.’

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To save boring info talks and repeating crap, I will sum up what happened when Gheistmon was revealed to the entire team. Alex was put off but determined to find it. Pyro was eager to kick it’s butt to show off for Diane. Tyson was scared but still interested in the ectobiology of Digimon and Dennis did s**t all. They hatched a plan to locate the creature at the docks, where Zemusmon’s power was last seen. The Gheistmon would have been drawn there in the pursuit of vengeance. There, I saved you ten minutes of your life.

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‘Tick tock’ Pyro whispered creepily.

‘Cut it out, it wasn’t funny the first time’ Diane ordered.

Notusmon in turn had been the bait, sitting out in the open on a chair they ‘coincidentally’ found; by coincidence I of course mean they stole it from a nearby warehouse.

‘Proto, what does this Gheistmon look like anyways?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Are you familiar with the Grim Reaper?’ Proto inquired back.

‘Oh’ Tyson said and was quiet.

Notusmon was breathing heavily, she was terrified beyond mortal belief.

Her breathing became heavier as she saw her breath beginning to condensate.

‘He’s here’ she thought as the black figure returned. In it’s shadow hand it held a short sickle, perfect for reaping.

‘NOW!’ Proto ordered and everyone jumped out form hiding.

The Gheistmon was surrounded by the Digimon and their humans; as well as Mauler, remember him?

Gheistmon merely floated there, taking in each body. His sickle vanished and he raised his hands to the hood.

It was lowered to show an broken helmet with two star-like points coming from the top and bottom of the helmet. A hole in the helmet around the eye area was visible; within was a brooding darkness.

‘A Justimon’ Mauler declared in disgust.

Gheistmon raised it’s ‘head‘, showing a tear-like mouth bound by strings. He slit it and the horrible mouth opened, it was filled with emptiness.

‘I only wish to talk’ it whispered like a cold breeze.

‘About what?’ Proto demanded, his sword at the ready.

‘You are in danger. Zemusmon has returned to the Digital World. And now the Virus Busters will come for you’ it whispered.

‘How soon?’ Proto demanded.

‘How about now’ a smooth voice stated. Seven glowing balls launched through the air and smashed the Gheistmon, exploding on contact and destroying the creature.

Seraphimon stepped out of the shadows as several angel Digimon descended and surrounded the group who was surrounding some frayed cloth.

‘I never liked those abominable Gheistmon, but he was correct. You are to come with us for your, executions’ Seraphimon stated.

‘For what? What crime would warrant that?!’ Alex cried.

‘Silence human, my explanations would be wasted on you anyways. But I’ll make it a simple explanation. For partnering with a Digimon is worth death. We do not abide by that anymore’ Seraphimon said smoothly.

There was a lack of words here, like really, what would you say?[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Chapter 12]
Chapter 12: The Biggest Whore who EVER Lived

Alex and the group could only watch as Seraphimon chanted some form of prayer; a dark green sphere forming in his hands.

He fired it and it exploded in midair, forming a swirling green portal.

‘March the prisoners in’ he ordered.

The humans and their partner walked into the portal with annoyed looks, this wasn’t going to be pleasant.

They were marched into the waiting maw of the green portal.

The read guard entered and then finally Seraphimon entered the portal, it closed behind him.

However, someone else had been watching this.

Noah and Carrollmon departed their safety and surveyed the area.

‘Miracles and butter on rye says the toaster’ Carrollmon stated.

‘Indeed, this is disturbing Carrollmon. We cannot allow [b]those humans[/b] to get executed, their destinies require them to live a bit longer’ Noah stated.

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After they entered the portal, they were left gliding through an odd tunnel.

Overlapping green panels were everywhere, with some exit tunnels in them. Their Digimon guard had surrounded them, preventing escape.

There was a bright green light up ahead as they approached until they were thrown headlong onto a bridge of some sort.

The Messiah had (once again) been repaired and was hovering above a desert.

Whilst the angels landed carefully those without wings were slumped onto the ground after being spat out of the horizontal portal.

Seraphimon gracefully descended out of it as the portal shrank, closing after his head safely exited it.

‘Take the prisoners to the holding cells’ he commanded.

The prisoners were begrudgingly shepherded towards an area deep within the Messiah.

The cells were polished white marble, extremely vibrant and so tasteless only an angel would like it.

Several Digimon were already in the cells.

‘Hey humans’ a Devimon called out.

Most of the Digimon took an interest as the group were taken to the cell at the very end and stuffed in there.

The door was locked, closed and then forgotten.

‘Well, this stinks’ Tyson said finally.

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They had been within the cell for about two hours. Much of the time was spent tyring to ignore the calls from the other prisoners, since most were directed at Diane.

There was an echoing boom, something was happening on the outside.

‘I think the Nightmare Soldiers found us’ Proto stated.

‘Why do you say that?’ Alex inquired.

‘Because, if anyone would have a dog fight with the Seraphimon and his ship I would be the Nightmare Soldiers. No one has the man power and/or fire power to take on the Messiah’ Proto explained.

‘Okay, who are the Virus Busters?’ Alex inquired.

Proto face palmed, then shook his hand. ‘You humans are impossibly dense. We already told you about the Digimon families’ Proto said angrily.

‘No you didn’t’ Pyro cut in.

‘Oh, that’s embarrassing. Well, Digimon are assorted into eleven families. There are the three main families and the three other families. Gentlemon is of the Dragons Roar family, which are fiery or dragonic Digimon. Mauler is of the Nature Spirits family, which are generally beast-like Digimon. They are close friends with the Jungle Troopers, which are plant and insectoid Digimon. Then there is Tortmon, who is of the Deep Savers, which are all the aquatic Digimon. Then there’s Notusmon, who is of the Wind Guardian family, which are your airy fairy bird and wind based Digimon. Next comes DaTsukaimon of the Metal Empire. They’re Digimon that are regarded as mutants or are mechanical in some way. Finally, there is I, ProtoKnightmon. I am of the Virus Busters, who are either angelic or warriors of good and virtue; and the Nightmare Soldiers, who are dark demon-like creatures who would kill you if they could gain something out of it’ Proto finished his LONGWINDED explanation.

‘And the other three?’ Tyson inquired, not missing a beat. ‘That would be D-Reaper, Unknown and Dark Area. Dark Area are much like the Nightmare Soldiers and aren’t worth explaining. Unknown are the rejects who don’t have a family, though most align with Nightmare Soldiers. The D-Reapers are a taboo subject. They aren’t technically Digimon per say, they are the agents of the D-Reaper mass, which ha been kept under wraps, though keeps trying to make a come-back’ Proto stated.

There was a furious blast and the ship rocked.

‘That was a big one’ Pyro declared.

‘Indeed, twas a big one full of a rocking like the gentle baby stroller’ Carrollmon said from the back of the cell.

They all looked and he was gone. He reappeared on the outside of the cell, he was leaning on his enormous heart shaped axe. ‘The bid to escape is but a dream upon the axe in with which I lean’ he chanted.

‘Who the hell is this guy?’ Alex demanded.

‘Carrollmon am I yet I am also called Carrollmon. A friend in me is with which you see in you, thus I shalt help thoo’ Carrollmon stated.

‘Did he just make up a word?’ Tyson asked.

Carrollmon grinned as he smashed his axe into the bars and they broke like carrot sticks. ‘Exeunt, stage right’ he said and vanished, his grin vanishing last.

‘Okay, creepy, but let’s get outta here’ Alex ordered.

They all walked through the broken door, save for Dennis who had to squeeze through. Most of the guards had been called to man the cannons, making easy passage.

‘This way’ Carrollmon called down a hall and vanished.

They followed him to another hall, wherein he called vanished.

They followed his voice until they reached the escape pods.

‘Looks like they can only take two each. Mauler can bunk with Notusmon and I’ Diane suggested.

‘Good enough’ Alex said and they all entered the pods. The doors sealed and they were fired out of the bottom of the Messiah.

The pods descended towards the desert at different distances, save for one, which misfired and spiralled off, only to crash on a Nightmare Soldier ship.

Diane, Notusmon and Mauler rubbed their bruises as they exited the pod only to find themselves on the deck of a different ship. The insignia of the NS was painted on it.

‘Crap’ Notusmon said as several Devimon guards approached them.

The trio were lead towards a richly decorated door adorned with a fancy [font="Blackadder ITC"]‘L’[/font].

The door opened and they were shoved into a richly decorated boudoir. Lilithmon was doing her make-up in a large mirror, but caught their reflections.

She raised from her chair and hissed as she approached.

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‘Ba ha ha ha! That is priceless Lilithmon’ Diane declared.

Apparently, Lilithmon wasn’t going to kill them after all. She was in fact a very nice lady.

Diane, Notusmon and Mauler were all seated on rich Eames chairs. Diane, Notusmon and Lilithmon were all drinking from martini glasses that had a pinkish-purple drink in them.

‘These pomtinis are great as well’ she said after taking a careful sip.

‘I know dear. My Phantomon are some of the best bartenders in the whole Digital World’ Lilithmon said whilst blushing. She took a sip and relaxed into her padded throne.

‘Say, do you have any more stories about how you brutally crushed the heart of another pathetic boyfriend?’ Diane inquired.

‘What kind of question is that Diane? This is Lilithmon, she is the biggest whore on this planet’ Mauler stated.

‘Aha, it’s true’ Lilithmon agreed and rose form her chair. ‘I’ll show you’ she offered and exited through another door.

They followed her to a room filled with hundreds of photo frames, all depicting Lilithmon and another Digimon; some male, some female. ‘These are all your lovers?’ Diane inquired.

‘Yep, everyone on this wall I have loved then cast away for another, except six’ Lilithmon admitted.

‘Really, who are they?’ Diane inquired.

Lilithmon giggled as she pointed to the end wall, which had six enormous lone portraits arranged in a hexagon with Lilithmon in the middle.

‘Ah yes, naturally’ Notusmon commented.

‘What do you mean?’ Diane inquired.

‘You’d best explain Lilithmon, you know them the best’ Notusmon stated and drank from her glass.

‘So I shall’ Lilithmon said whilst walking to a portrait on the bottom right. She stroked it like a pet.

[spoiler=Demon of Greed - Barbamon]
[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120164015/digimon/images/a/aa/Barbamon_b.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘This is Barbamon, the Demon Lord of Greed. He’s not much for the sack sadly, he’s too busy thinking about how much he could sell my services for. With such a large staff, you’d think he’d be a good lover, but no’ Lilithmon said sadly as she moved on to the next portrait on the bottom left, she stroked it like she did before.

[spoiler=Demon of Gluttony - Beelzemon]
[img]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100226052847/digimon/images/0/04/Beelzemon_b.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘This is Beelzemon, a very ‘fierce’ lover. He’s a loner much of the time, but whenever I do get him into bed, he always leaves me looking for new clothes afterwards. He is a miracle machine in bed, but I rarely spend time with him’ Lilithmon explained, blush appearing on her cheeks.

She approached the portrait on the middle left.

[spoiler=Demon of Envy - Leviamon]
[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081104180044/digimon/images/1/13/Leviamon_b.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘I know what you’re thinking, how could I do it with such a titanic lover, let alone a reptile? I won’t go into that, sufficed to say that when I finally did it with Leviamon, my bowel movements never made a sound again. Sadly, Leviamon isn’t much of a lover, he’s always worried that everyone else is bigger than him and better lovers. Which is hardly the case when he does his death roll’ Lilithmon commented as she approached the middle right portrait.

[spoiler=Demon of Wrath - Daemon]
[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081104180147/digimon/images/3/30/Daemon_b.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘Now here’s a winner. Daemon is the demon lord of wrath, but he’s also Seraphimon’s brother’ Lilithmon explained.

‘I can see the resemblance’ Diane said sarcastically.

‘Mmm, whilst Seraphimon was the pinnacle of goodness, Daemon was the pinnacle of evil and sin. With him being wrath he is an extraordinarily violent lover, just the way I like it’ Lilithmon said happily, with a very fond memory just itching to come out. She approached the top right portrait.

[spoiler= Demon Lord of Sloth - Belphemon]
[img]http://digistarlight.net/specialdigis/belph.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘Dearest Belphemon, a titan of a lover, when the bastard’s awake’ Lilithmon said resentfully. ‘I know the look, being the demon lord of sloth leaves him in a sleep mode for one thousand years, though we’ve worked it so he’s only asleep for a month, awakes for a month and repeat. Belphemon is fairly aggressive and I swear he’s attempted to tear me apart twice. But still, I love that big galloot; and those chains make for some very interesting role-plays as well’ Lilithmon said as she moved to the top left, the only frame which was shaped like a heart.

‘And this, is Lucemon. He’s the leader of our little troupe and the lord of pride. He is easily my best lover once you get over how big he says it is. That man has taken me on pleasure cruises I never dreamed of, I orgasm at least three times when I am with him. Sadly, work has driven us apart, work work work is all he does, we don’t spend any time together’ Lilithmon moaned and began to cry.

She stopped quickly and dried her tears.

‘Well, what do you think?’ she inquired as if she hadn’t cried.

‘You are easily the biggest whore in the universe’ Diane said with shock.

‘Guilty as charged; now who wants some more pomtinis?’ Lilithmon inquired.

‘I’m good’ Notusmon said.

‘Do ya have any sake? I’m dry as a bone over here’ Mauler stated.

Before Diane could say anything, a Bakemon hovered through the wall. He was wearing a butler’s hat.

‘Lady Lilithmon, please excuse my intrusion but something has come up’ he said.

‘Oh, what would be as important as to interrupt my slumber party?’ Lilithmon inquired, restraining malice that could melt steel.

The Bakemon began to sweat. ‘Ummm, yes, erm, oh yeah. Scouts have reported that erm, Zeramon had been spotted’ Bakemon explained.

Lilithmon dropped her martini glass, it smashed on the floor as her lip began to raise.

‘FULL SPEED BACK TO THE DARK AREA!’ she screamed, the force of her voice blasting a hole in the wall.

‘Yes ma’am’ Bakemon saluted and flew through the hole in the wall.

Lilithmon cast her deadly glare at Notusmon. ‘You have some explaining to do’.[/spoiler]

[//Zeromaru//]

Carrollmon is awesome, Seraphimon is a gold plated bastard and Lillithmon... wow. Just wow.
That was the creepiest thing I have ever read, But now it won't go away!

Also did those chapters move faster than the others?

[The Warden]

They moved faster, because the story moved too darn slow that it bored me.

PS, Lilithmon is nothing short of awesome.

[The Warden]

Well, after a long, LONG LONG LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGG hiatus, I'm back. Merely because I couldn't leave this project unfinished. SO, here's Chapters 13-15, whilst I work on Chapter 16. Yay, yay and such.

[spoiler=Chapter 13]
[u]Chapter 13: Yay sand, I like sand, it makes me feel all tingly inside, just like the- Oh, what? The chapter started already? Why didn’t you tell me you *incomprehensible shouting*[/u]

Whilst the one escape pod crashed onto the NS Ship, the other four pods made safe landings in the desert sand below. The hatches cracked open and the boys emerged from the pods into the hot desert. ‘Crap’ Alex declared, staring off into the distance.

All he could see was desert, and more desert, and more desert and etc. There was a loud bang, causing the group to crane their necks up. The Messiah was hovering above, and from the outside, they could see how truly massive the ship was. It seems it had taken a heavy hit, as smoke poured from its side. The jets fired up and it shot off swiftly, easily outracing the NS ships.

The ship where Diane and her pod landed on began to depart as well, a dark cloud began to form around it. ‘Wait, where’s Diane’s pod?’ Tyson questioned.

Pyro’s eyes darted around, but he couldn’t spot her pod. ‘I don’t see it, but if she’s not here then’ Pyro said.

‘She, Notusmon and Mauler must have landed on a NS ship by accident. This terrible, who knows what those fiends are doing to her’ ProtoKnightmon finished.

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Lilithmon approached the trio hissing, before kneeling down. ‘Notusmon darhling’ she crooned, doing the side kiss, which Notusmon copied.

‘Lilithmon, always a pleasure’ Notusmon replied.

‘Naturally’ Lilithmon winked, before turning her eye on Diane. ‘And who is this?’ she inquired.

‘This is Diane, my human partner’ Notusmon said.

Lilithmon giggled and put a hand to her mouth. ‘Ooh la la Notusmon, I didn’t know you were engaged’ she giggled.

An embarrassed look came on both the girl’s faces. ‘No no no, not like’ they both said.

Lilithmon waved a hand and winked. ‘I know, I just adore seeing the look of discomfort on your face’ she laughed, and then turned her attention to Mauler. (Sheesh, Demon Lady of Lust or Demon Lady of ADD?)

‘And who is this strapping young lad?’ she purred.

‘Mauler’ he answered stiffly.

‘You better be’ Lilithmon purred again.

Mauler blushed, which was amazing considering his fur. Lilithmon clapped her hands together. ‘Now that intros are over, how about a drink? My Phantomon can make a killer pomtini’ Lilithmon offered.

‘Sure’ Notusmon answered.

‘Yeah I’m game’ Diane added.

‘Got any sake?’ Mauler inquired.

‘I only have REAL liqueur’ Lilithmon said coolly.

She showed them forwards to some comfy chairs, which they all took a seat on. On the coffee table was a chess set, many of the pieces taken [b]were pawns[/b]. ‘Enjoying some chess Lilithmon, that’s not like you’ Notusmon commented.

‘There are points in time where I don’t have to make myself look more beautiful than I already am’ Lilithmon answered. ‘So it helps to have some hobbies to pass the time. I don’t recommend playing by yourself though’.

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‘Terror unrelenting’ ProtoKnightmon said grimly.

The others were too exhausted to reply. They had been wandering the desert for two hours now, and there was nothing in view, besides what seemed to be a city on the horizon. ‘Any idea what that is?’ Pyro panted, raising his arm weakly.

ProtoKnightmon covered the top of his helm to see off into the distance. ‘The Metal Empire has many cities around the Digital World. But, we should be careful. It could be a mirage, or, more likely they will be hostile to us’ he stated.

The only one not to affected by the heat was Gentlemon. ‘This desert seems familiar. I think this desert is the home of the Dragon’s Roar family’ he commented.

‘You mean, the dragon city Dramonia?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired.

‘Yeah, only those guys would enjoy the heat of this place’ Gentlemon responded.

‘Whatever it is, we can’t stay out in the sun any long’ Tyson cut in.

‘Too true, but where can we shelter genius?’ Alex demanded.

Tyson was cut off quickly, he ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair. ‘We could dig down into the ground and create a den, much like scorpions and desert snakes do’ he suggested.

‘We’d die before we could even finish that’ Pyro panted.

‘Not with our personal waste disposal unit’ Tyson smirked.

He nodded to DaTsukaimon, who shoved his face into some nearby sand and devoured it. ‘Empty calories, but food nonetheless’ he said between mouthfuls.

It was grossly fascinating to watch him steadily dig down, until he started eating into wet sand. ‘Start going diagonal a bit’ Tyson ordered.

Soon, DaTsukaimon had eaten a small cave for them to shelter in. Gentlemon’s natural flames provided ample light. It was much cooler down there, but something was still providing heat. ‘Proto, you need to cool off’ Alex stated.

‘I would love to, but how?’ Proto inquired, waves of heat emanating form his armour.

The reply came from Tortmon, who blasted him with a jet of water. Steam rolled off his armour as ProtoKnightmon sighed with contentment. The steam soaked into the roof above. ‘So, we just camp here until night?’ Alex inquired.

‘If we want to survive, yes. We have to make the journey in the night, otherwise we’ll need to dig again. And I don’t think DaTsukaimon is up to the challenge’ he explained, casting an eye over to his partner.

Eating all the sand had left DaTsukaimon extremely bloated and wheezing. ‘Happy, to do, my job’ he groaned.

‘So, what now?’ Alex inquired.

‘We could have an orgy’ Pyro suggested.

They all cast a disturbed look at him. ‘I was joking’ he added.

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They had slept a little in their den, before emerging into the bright light of the three moons. ‘That’s the Seraphimoon, the Ophanimoon and the Cherubimoon’ ProtoKnightmon explained.

‘Clever, real clever’ Alex replied.

They began trudging across the sand, the heat of the day having already escaped into the sky. Dark shadows crossed the sky, or it could have been just the imagination.

I will save you a tonne of time and have them already blow about six or so hours finally getting to the city.

Massive iron walls surrounded the city, with no visible entrances. They wandered around the city until they found some enormous iron gates. A lone Guardromon was in a security box by the gate.

[spoiler=Guardromon]
[img]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090219212331/digimon/images/2/2e/Guardromon_t.gif[/img][/spoiler]

‘Can I help you?’ he inquired.

‘Yes, we’d like to enter the city’ DaTsukaimon replied.

The Guardromon rubbed (what we assume was) his chin meaningfully. ‘I suppose I could let you in, you seem harmless’ the Guardromon conceded.

He pressed two buttons on his console and the doors opened. They spoke their gratitude and entered through the gates. There was a second gate in front of them, and the first gate closed with a slam.

‘This doesn’t look good’ Pyro commented.

Small openings, well, opened along the walls, revealing unusual pronged devices. They buzzed loudly before shocking everyone with electricity. They collapsed to the floor. Several Mekanorimon descended down to collect the bodies.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 14]
[u]Chapter 14: The Mamemon Currently Known as Prince[/u]

His vision blurry at first, Alex managed to force himself to a kind-of sitting position. His joints felt somewhat numb, probably from the electric shock and, ummm, other causes.

He cast his gaze around himself, it seemed to be a cell, but it had four walls, just one complete area. ProtoKnightmon was still collapsed on the wall opposite Alex. ‘Best to do the same’ Alex thought and collapsed onto his side, closing his eyes peacefully.

He was woken up again by the sound of grinding gears. The wall he had been lying on opened up, causing him to half tumble out of the cell.

His vision was still fuzzy, but he managed to focus on Tyson and DaTsukaimon, who seemed a little off but in good order.

The Digimon with him resembled some kind of floating gear, two pieces of Lego or whatever the heck it is assisted Alex and Proto to their feet.

[spoiler=Hagurumon]
[img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090130052211/digimon/images/e/e6/Hagurumon_b.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘The boss man wants to see you’ one of the Hagurumon stated, his voice was oddly synthesised.

Alex leaned on the wall for support whilst Proto was held up like a puppet. ‘Your friends will be collected as well, the lummox in cell eighty-two will require all our effort’ the Haguruman reported before they escorted the four of them away.

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They were left in an antechamber, the chairs were comfy, which was good. All of them had had a hard few hours, so comfort whenever was pure heaven.

The antechamber had a stiff red velvet carpet run through underneath a nearby curtain that presumably went out into the main chamber. There was an occasional gear with ‘ME’ on it, done in black.

Earlier, it had taken Eight Hagurumon to heft Dennis into the antechamber, only to bitterly find out later he was faking it.

‘Enjoy your cells?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Yeah, they were a glorious slice of heaven crapped out by God himself’ Pyro snapped, he was rubbing his neck in frustration.

‘Pity I missed the cells then. Seems these guys are more caring of their own kind’ Tyson laughed, DaTsukaimon laughed, albeit hesitantly.

Another Hagurumon entered from behind the curtain, he had a bowtie and what looked like the collar of a butler. ‘The Prince will see you now’ he said in a defined British tone.

He opened the curtain for them to walk through.

The main chamber was a large room with, what you would think was elegantly polished wood, but it was in fact expertly moulded metal.

Following the carpet, they were led to a large thrown housing an unusual golden coloured Digimon and more surprisingly, a small child.

‘There are humans in the Digital World?’ Alex whispered to Proto.

‘Not normally, they must have accidentally brought him here’ Proto whispered back.

The Digimon dropped the child to the floor and rose to meet his guests, seems all his height was in his legs.

[spoiler=PrinceMamemon X]
[img]http://dma.wtw-x.net/DMA/DigimonStands/Bandai/Seppi/PrinceMamemon.jpg[/img][/spoiler]

‘Greetings dear guests, I am PrinceMamemon the X, or tenth if you will’ Prince X announced graciously.

The child sidled up to his side, the kid only seemed about eleven, maybe twelve at best. He had short black hair and was wearing a plain T-Shirt and shorts. He had a callous and frustrated look on his face.

‘Oh, and of course this is young Emerio’ he added.

The child frowned with annoyance. ‘I hate that name, I told you to call me Michael’ he said angrily, trying to stamp Prince the X’s boot.

Something the clicked in Alex. ‘Emerio, hey, you’re that kid that was on the news some time ago. I thought you seemed familiar’ he stated.

This caught Emerio, sorry, Michael’s attention. ‘I was on TV?’ he inquired, before stamping his foot again. ‘See Prince, because of your stupid projects mom and dad are worried about me. They said lost children go on the TV’ he cried.

Prince placed a gloved hand over the child’s mouth. ‘I said that I was sorry many times for dragging you here. And I have all the men I could possibly provide into working on fixing the portal’ he said soothingly.

Emerio replied by biting his finger. Prince cried out in pain and shock his hand gingerly. He caught the looks in his guest’s eyes. ‘Please forgive Emerio, he’s young and well, okay, he’s annoyed about being brought here. But I assure you I’ve been doing all I can to get him back to his home’ he stated.

‘We weren’t judging’ Tyson stated. Dennis merely chuckled, that didn’t help.

‘Yes, well, despite all this, we need your help’ Alex stated.

‘Do tell’ Prince coaxed as he got back onto his throne, Emerio almost leaping onto his lap.

‘Our friends Diane, her partner Notusmon and our, ‘friend’ Mauler crash landed on a Nightmare Soldier ship, which retreated back to the Dark Area. We need transport to there in order to rescue her’ Proto stated.

Prince rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ‘Just do it’ Emerio said huffily.

‘Seems the kid is on board with this, so, I’ll help you. Thankfully, the weekly shipment of supplies for the Nightmare Soldiers is due to go out in a few days. So, we will eagerly host you all until we are ready for the shipment’ Prince stated.

‘Sounds great, I trust we will have better lodgings than the cells?’ Pyro inquired.

Prince laughed uncomfortably, before groaning. ‘Yeeeaaaahhhh, we can never be too careful these days when it comes to *cough*saboteurs’ Prince answered, twiddling his thumbs innocently.

They didn’t answer that one. ‘Who wants to take a little tour?’ Prince suggested.

They didn’t answer again. ‘Golden’ Prince said and rose from his throne, Emerio dropping to the ground.

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They were walking along a corridor high above a factory of sorts. The walls and occasional panels along the floor where made of glass.

‘This is the factory where we produce our Mekanorimon. To tell you a secret we merely stick a Hagurumon in a metal body and send them off. When the body is destroy the Hagurumon activates an emergency teleport that brings them back here’ Prince explained as they walked along.

After passing Mekanorimon productions the next factory seemed to be devoted to Trailmon and Locomon. ‘Trailmon and Locomon are the main source of transport in the Digital World, that is, if you can afford it’ Prince explained as the passed across the floor.

‘What do you mean?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Well, in a war like this, the Metal Empire took to being neutral, but we still have our uses. To be quite frank we’re only really interested in profit, so we can fund bigger and more amazing projects. I personally hate this war, the Virus Busters and the Nightmare Soldiers are buying up so much of my time I haven’t been able to work on a project of mine’ Prince bemoaned as the finished the Trailmon floor.

The next room was much smaller, it seemed more alike a lab than a factory. Prince stopped when he had a clear view of below. ‘My projects are here’ he stated.

The group observed two operating tables, each had a mechanical skeleton on it. ‘What is [b]in your[/b] project, exactly?’ Tyson inquired.

‘I was working on building my own Andromon and Boltmon. Usually, Andromon don’t have a heart and Boltmon does, I wanted to see what would happen if that was reversed’ Prince explained and sighed.

‘It’s getting late, you should head off to bed. You should be well rested for your rescue mission. Emerio, please show them to their rooms’ Prince added, his voice was more melancholy.

‘Fine’ the kid sighed and walked off with the group.

Prince caught his reflection in the glass. ‘This project, it may even take forty years to complete, with the times ahead of us’.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 15]
[u]Chapter 15: I’m Holding Out for a Hero[/u]

The [url=http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Locomon]Locomon[/url] chugged across the rugged landscape leading into the Dark Area; as was the usual mission assigned to this particular Locomon, who had been painted black for the sake of it, and because he asked.

His hold contained various supplies for the Dark Area’s forces, mainly new squadrons of [url=http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Mekanorimon]Mekanorimon[/url] and several armaments for testing.

There was also a rather suspect looking crate as well, stamped with the Prince’s seal of approval, so you know it’s alright.

The Locomon passed the border into the Dark Area quickly and continued it’s journey. It might be worthwhile to point out that this particular train is somewhat unhinged, this is evidenced by him being the constant volunteer into the Dark Area.

He also loved to go fast, so fast and reckless that people wondered why he wasn’t already a GranLocomon.

But that isn’t important, as whilst the boring text had been rolling, the Locomon had already arrived at the lair of the Demon Lords, the Black Shadow, yes, I am dead serious.

Various [url=http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Troopmon]Troopmon[/url] began to hastily unload various crates utilizing forklifts.

The Mekanorimon were piloted out through the rooves of the carriages.

There was however, a small dispute about the crate that no one had seemed to have ordered. In turn, it was casually taken to the holding warehouse with the munitions crates, the armorists can deal with it.

In turn, the amorists didn’t give a damn about the crate, but it was still placed on the far at the southern point of the warehouse, where nobody would bother about with it.

This suited the contents fine, because as soon as the voices dropped with their owners walking away, the crate in question rattled slightly before cracking open, revealing, to utter surprise and awe, the humans and their Digimon.

‘Air’ Tyson rasped, taking in big breathes.

‘Oh don’t be such a baby, you’ve had swirlies, what’s a little BO?’ Pyro inquired.

‘At least toilets are sanitised more often than every five weeks’ Tyson snapped.

‘Oooh, you got told sister, mmhmm’ Alex said, snapping his finger.

‘Was that necessary?’ Pyro inquired, staring daggers for the leader.

‘No, but I thought it would lighten the mood, because, if you forget, we’re here to rescue Diane’ Alex replied, his voice antagonistic at the end.

‘True, who knows what torment awaits her?’ Pyro agreed.

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Diane in question, was currently tied down to a bed with ropes. Much of her clothes were shredded, showing off generous helpings of skin.

Standing over the bed was Lilithmon, in a leather catsuit; a whip was held loosely in her hand.

‘Time for more torture’ she grinned wickedly.

‘Nooooo’ Diane cried.

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‘Complete torment’ Pyro remarked.

Tyson was about to say something smart, but they were silenced by nearby sound and movement.

They ducked out behind some crates as some more Troopmon walked by. They nodded to each other as they raised their gauntlets.

The Troopmon’s attention was grabbed by the bright lights, and turned their heads.

If they were terrified, they didn’t show it as four champion level Digimon bared down on them and annihilated them quickly.

‘Subtle never worked for us’ Alex admitted.

Tyson and Pyro grinned, unleashing gleeful laughs.

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‘Did you hear, a general alert had gone off’ a [url=http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Devimon]Devimon[/url] said to his other colleague, who was also a Devimon.

They were both positioned in one of the various hallways that lead to Lilithmon’s abode.

‘Yeah, some strange Digimon, and get this, HUMANS, have been sighted; but I don’t believe it’ Devimon #2 replied.

‘Yeah, humans, really, we haven’t seen them for three ye- ARGH!’ Devimon #1 began, but screamed as the two were blasted into oblivion by an explosion from the opposite side of the wall.

The group dashed through the smoke left by the attack; Alex and Pyro taking the lead whilst Tyson was left behind by his short stature and Dennis by his bulk.

Sided with their partners, LunaKnightmon and Burninglordmon cut through the hapless low tier demons they came across, all thoughts of fear having been eradicated like their enemies.

Eventually, they came to an enormous doorway, adorned with an unusual character. There were some very strange moans coming from the inside of it.

Naturally, the eight burst through the doorway, but didn’t get much further; as what they saw shocked them, kind of.

Diane was seemingly topless in a large heart shaped bed. Her eyes were closed, but the bursting of the doors startled her. ‘Alex, guys, what are you doing here?’ she inquired, before moaning a little.

Alex was put off by her moan, it was way too sensual. ‘We came to rescue you’ he replied, but with uncertainty.

Diane blushed a little as parts of the sheets wriggled as Lilithmon appeared from underneath them. ‘Oooh, more people for our [b]little game[/b]’ she crooned.

Sick yet slightly arousing shock settled in. ‘Hey you were right, she was being tortured’ Tyson smirked at Pyro.

This was further emphasized when Mauler and Notusmon popped up from under the sheets. ‘Hey there’ Mauler waved.

Tyson had to hold in the urge to vomit as Lilithmon slipped out of the bed, still wearing her cat suit. ‘Friends of yours?’ she inquired of Diane.

‘Yeah’ Diane answered sheepishly, preferring not to lower the sheet.

Lilithmon smiled as she checked each of them over, Pyro had his hands at his front.

‘Nah, not exotic enough, except, him’ Lilithmon decided, but placed her sultry eye on Dennis, who began to sweat a little.

‘Not to be rude, but would you guys get out so I can get dressed’ Diane demanded.

‘Umm, I wanna stay actually’ Pyro answered.

He received as shove from Lilithmon, and they all marched out.

‘Gee, and to think I thought that was going to be awkward’ Alex commented.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Chapter 16]
[u]Chapter 16: It’s Not Awkward, it’s NOT Awkward; Okay, it’s Awakward[/u]

Lilithmon leaning on one of her large doors and was idly picking at her teeth; this act though normally unattractive, somehow became attractive if she was doing it. Lord, it makes me sweet just thinking about her churn butter.

The boys were all watching her intently, and more to the point that her skimpy catsuit was rather revealing of her figure.

‘So, this is, nice’ Pyro commented; his smug grin was practically plastered to his face.

Tyson and Alex shared some slightly sickened looks, whilst Dennis just sweat a bit more. ‘It was, until you guys came in. It’s such a pity that the girl wasn’t, ‘fresh’ Lilithmon commented.

A small shock buzzed through the group at they stared at her. ‘Is that, what I think it means?’ Alex inquired.

Lilithmon nodded and sucked her teeth loudly. ‘Yaha, that temple is despoiled, I have no doubts about it’ she answered.

Perhaps it was the casualness of her response, or the fact that she blatantly told four guys that their friend who is a girl had lost her virginity that seemed to be very VERY off putting and rather embarrassing as well.

The awkward train docked at the next station when Diane finally exited the room with Mauler and Notusmon with her. ‘Umm, sorry about that’ she apologised.

There were a few murmurs that kind of sounded like ‘no problem’, but it was hard to tell. Lilithmon however, was either blissfully unaware of the awkwardness, or just enjoyed causing it too much. ‘Well now that that’s settled, I’ll go get changed myself. Then I’ll order a meeting to discuss our situation’ she stated.

There were more low murmurs as they all stewed within the awkwardness of walking in on a friend in the sack. Oh, I do so love happy endings.

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To avoid further humour, I have jumped the story to just before the meeting began; you’re welcome.

Lilithmon had organised the group into a little antechamber outside the Dark Room whilst she discussed the situation with her fellow brethren. Pyro was desperately trying to snag bits of the conversation, but the doorway into the Dark Room was either very thick, or soundproof.

‘This blows’ he pouted loudly, folding his arms huffily as he did so.

‘It does, we are victims or circumstance, and we are being idly swept under the rug whilst the adults talk’ Tyson agreed.

‘Well, s*** happens doesn’t it? Of course, you guys have been VERY quiet lately’ Alex commented, casting a semi glare to his own partner.

Under the glare, Proto begin to fiddle with his fingers in hopes of ignoring it, but it didn’t work. ‘Fine; let’s just say that we have some history with the Demon Lords as well as the Celestial Trinity. I won’t say it’s good, I won’t say it’s bad. Let’s just leave it as history’ he stated.

The other Digimon nodded intently, save for Mauler; who wasn’t exactly ecstatic. ‘And what history is it? With everyone you’ve managed to piss off? Cause right now, I feel a walking target just being within a mile of you’ he growled.

Gentlemon shrugged. ‘We didn’t actively try to hurt others, we just wanted the wars and endless death to end. The times right now aren’t very pretty and we tried to show that to the people. Sadly, the people did not agree with what we had to say. And with our reputation blackened forever by Zeramasumon, there is very little we can do right now to win back any public relations’ he explained.

‘Indeed so’ Notusmon added, spurred on by the comradery. ‘We didn’t want to have such a bad name with the different Families[b]; they gave[/b] us it, and there’s nothing we can do about it now. But, if we defeat Zeramasumon again’.

‘Then we’ll be declared as heroes once we reveal that it was the Virus Busters who set him free’ DaTsukaimon finished.

Everyone looked expectantly to Tortmon for anything else, but he merely blew a few bubbles and went to sleep.

Gentlemon frowned and rubbed his crimson temples. ‘He was a lot more useful as GargantaKamemon’ he mumbled.

Just then, a [url="http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Soulmon"]Soulmon[/url] floated through the wall to greet them. ‘The Demon Lords are prepared to see you now. Speak only when spoken to and do not offend their greatness in any way’ it warned and unlocked the door to the antechamber.

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The Dark Room did seem to take its name quite literally, being seemingly a vast empty space of nothingness. There were seven walkways into the central platform, lit by mysterious purple flames.

The group was silent as they passed along the walkway towards the central platform, which was in total darkness, save for the glow of the purple flames. Once they reached the centre of the platform, the flames lit up brightly, changing from purple to red.

Seven chairs were illuminated, but only two were truly occupied. Lilithmon sat comfortably on a throne whilst the Symbol of Lust hung behind her. Clockwise from her two thrones away was Barbamon, whose Symbol of Greed floated behind him. The other chairs were occupied by vid windows, each containing their respective Demon Lord. However, Daemon’s window was blank.

Lucemon’s window floated down from his throne and faced the group, his eyes scanning over them thoughtfully before returning to his throne. ‘Given the information already divulged to us by the female. We have come to see that the Virus Busters are becoming a little too arrogant for their own good, if they should think their warped system of justice has any jurisdiction in the Human World’ he stated.

The other Demon’s murmured in agreement to his statement, but said little else. ‘In turn, we have agreed to assist you in your return to the Human World’ Lucemon decided.

The group’s faces lit up, finally a bit of good news. ‘However, we’ll need some assurances in regards to a matter or two’ Lucemon cut in.

Their buzz made a few pathetic flits before dying completely. ‘What kind of, ‘assurances’?’ Alex inquired as the self-elected spokesman.

Lucemon’s gaze turned to Barbamon, and he nodded. The Demon Lord of Greed took the lead. ‘I have, as the elected strategist been monitoring many fronts for attacks, as well as divulging in espionage. Recently, we had noticed some active Digital trails in the Human World. We sent some free agents out to see you Humans bonding with the erstwhile Raging Elementals’ he explained.

‘Don’t talk about us as if we’re not here’ Proto whispered.

Barbamon idly tapped his fingers on his staff; which rested in his hand. ‘However, we then became aware of the Virus Busters’ actions as well, observing their agents cross into the Human World. We do appreciate that you destroyed them, of course. However, what slipped our sensors is of course Zeramasumon’s Digitama. It was a very rude shock, I assure you that we detected a massive power signature coming from the Human World’.

The Digimon looked down at the floor, as if they were guilty for it.

‘We were of course in distress, and felt we should warn you; however, given a VERY late report; you had already had the pleasure of meeting him. But now our current war effort has entered a pseudo panicked state because as you well know, Zeramasumon has returned to the Digital World. We needed to alert you of this; as this is war, and we protect our own. We were lucky to have found from our many Gheistmon one whose grudge for Zeramasumon burned quite strongly. We sent him to your world in order to warn you of Zeramasumon’s escape. This of course was my first unfortunate mistake. The Virus Buster’s followed it to your world. Seraphimon himself planned to use you as bait to lure out Zeramasumon and destroy him. That is why we had Lilithmon’s fleet fly in in order to stop the Messiah and collect you. This of course had a second reward to it, which was to piss off the Trinity a bit more’ Barbamon explained and grinned.

The other Demon chuckled as well, but I assume it was merely out of politeness. ‘Nice to see there’s SOMEONE that cares about us, but you have yet to explain about the assurances you desire’ Tyson cut in.

Barbamon closed his eyes slowly as the flames roared violently, almost as if they were about to attack. Seeing (well, not seeing) his point made, Barbamon quieted the flames. ‘Now that we have you here, we can discuss the next stage of our planning, namely, destroying Zeramasumon’ he explained.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, but there were some loud noises coming from Beelzemon’s vid window. ‘Damn it, those bastards got in’ he shouted whilst rising from his throne and his window went to static.

Everyone watched in fascination as the occasional image flickered on the window, namely of Beelzemon firing his Berenjena shotguns loudly at off screen enemies. ‘Oh yeah, take somma this!’ he shouted through the static; there were loud shots and something of an explosion

Lilithmon idly kneaded her fingers together whilst the other Demon Lords became a bit more passive. Barbamon was counting some coins in a bag of money. ‘Come over here and say that!’ Beelzemon cried over the vid window.

There was a cry of agony as the loud fire fight began to quiet down.

Eventually, the static cleared and Beelzemon reappeared on it, he was however sporting a bruised cheek and what appeared to be a badly wounded arm. ‘I trust the rebels didn’t cause you too much distress?’ Lucemon inquired, his head resting in his right hand.

Beelzemon grinned despite his wound. ‘Nah, those mangy bastards are reduced down to a few stragglers now. Maybe aftah we kill a few more they’re realize that they don’t own the city anymore’ he replied.

‘Charming’ Lucemon commented.

Barbamon gave an imploring look to Lucemon. ‘Continue’ he sighed.

Barbamon cleared his throat. ‘The assurances of course is that whilst we work on our war effort, we will trust you to find a way to destroy Zeramasumon’ he stated.

Proto stepped forward and looked directly at Lucemon. ‘Considering the difference in power between us, I would hardly think we could take him on at our level’ he stated Proto.

Lucemon grinned as his window changed to the image of the RE’s ruined castle, now only smashed ruins. ‘The Virus Busters unleashed a few charges that decimated your castle, and their scavenger squads were the ones responsible for locating Zeramasumon;s digitama. However, we sent our own scavenger forces into the underground laboratory, and found an unusual power vault. By my understanding, finding access to this vault should give you the power you’ll need to fight him’.

Whilst the ruins meant little to the humans, the RE were devastated at the loss of their castle. ‘We accept your offer Lucemon, in destroying Zeramasumon, however, there is an amendment I’d like to add’ Proto demanded.

Lucemon’s brow rose and he grinned. ‘And what would that be?’ he inquired.

Proto looked to the humans, before turning back to Lucemon. ‘We want safe passageway to and from the Human World. Whilst we would be hunting Zeramasumon, these Humans do have their own lives as well’ he stated.

Lucemon grinned a little. ‘It’s a deal’ he replied.[/spoiler]

[The Warden]

I promise there will be action soon, I hope anyways. All this exposition has been boring my balls off, and I'm writing this stuff.

[spoiler=Chapter 17]
[u]Chapter 17: Their Fallen Kingdom[/u]

Lilithmon herself had volunteered for the mission of escorting the group to the remains or their castle.

It was not within her deign to do this mission, though she kept uncomfortably close to Mauler, not that he seemed to mind much. He did begin to mind when he could no longer see her hands though.

Nothing interesting really happened on the flight there, so I’m just time skipping to the ruins.

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A small flock of [url=http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Kokatorimon]Kokatorimon[/url] where scavenging at the ruins, but they were all frightened off when Lilithmon’s flagship hovered overhead. At this point I should say that the ship is named ‘Temptation’, but you all would’ve probably expected that.

The group had boarded a landing ship prior to the arrival at the ruins and were already riding down to the ruins.

Notusmon’s face was pressed up against one of the circular windows that dotted the sides of the craft. She was rather shattered at her ruined home, down below.

The ship landed quickly and settled on the rubble. The group got out and began to explore the ruined castle. Some walls were semi-there, as in a few inches or so. But much of it was crumbled stone and dust.

‘I won’t say that this isn’t impressive, but I was hoping for something more, homely’ Pyro commented.

Gentlemon blazed up at the comment, but they abated as quickly as they came. ‘The Virus Busters did this, they destroyed our only home. And all our cool stuff’ he sighed sadly.

There was in turn an unusual crackling in the air, and the scenery, nay, the whole world turned grey. The only ones unaffected were the group.

‘What is this?’ Tyson inquired, looking at his hands and comparing them to the ground.

‘It’s quite obvious, we’ve just entered, the Twilight Zone’ Pyro proclaimed dramatically.

This was replied with by a smack in the back of his head by Diane. ‘I never liked that show’ she stated.

‘The fribbles wallop across their shattered home, where someone rings and the other answers’ a voice purred from behind them all.

They all turned dramatically to the source.

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They all turned dramatically to the source.

Sitting on one of the taller pieces of rubble was Carrolmon, and sitting next to him was a familiar youth. ‘Noah?’ Diane incredulously asked.

He waved politely to them as he pushed himself off the ruined wall and landed perfectly. Carrolmon repeating the action and landed beside him.
‘Hello Diane’ Noah said politely.

There was a mixture of confusion and perhaps anger in her face. ‘What the hell is going on?’ she demanded.

Noah sighed and slumped his shoulders a little. ‘Well, I’ve come to give a little insight, if that is all right. And so you can thank Carrolmon here for freeing you from the Messiah’ he replied, politely, of course.

‘I never knew Carrolmon was partnered with a human’ Proto commented.

This comment seemed to put off Noah off, but he hid it well. ‘It’s, something like that. But, nonetheless I am glad to see everything moving as it should be. You’ve met up with the Demon Lords, now we can continue on’ he explained.

No one moved, but instead just regarded Noah with some reservations and confusion. ‘How do you EVEN know what is going on here?’ Tyson inquired.

Noah blinked twice at the question, and chose to ignore it, sort of. ‘It’s, a long story. Regardless, there are things to discuss now, and things to discuss later. We must descend into the lab’ Noah answered.

He and Carrolmon began to walk off, and the others found no choice but to follow them, for now.

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The stairwell into the underground lab wasn’t too hard to find, all they needed to do was find the gaping hole in the ground.

The stairs were mostly intact as well, besides a few lost ones they were fine. The way down was lit by glowing azure flames.

The descent was kept mostly quiet, save for a few inquiries. ‘So, how exactly have you frozen time?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Perceptive; it’s one of Carrolmon’s powers to control time, that’s how he flickers about so much, because he freezes time and then moves about. Thus making it seem like he teleports constantly’ Noah answered.

‘Okay, so, who are you exactly then? Seraphimon said Humans and Digimon don’t partner up anymore, yet you seem to have extensive knowledge of this world and a partner’ Tyson pressed.

‘Seraphimon has, for lack of a better word, lost the plot as it were. He’s been so consumed by the war that he can’t seem to accurately differentiate time anymore’ Noah answered in the same infuriatingly pleasant manner.
‘Rainbow hopscotch on the butternut road’ Carrolmon said.

‘Why does he keep saying such random things?’ Pyro sighed.

‘Carrolmon was created when several Digimon failed to properly DNA Digivolve. It’s caused him to be a little funny in the head, but also granted him incredible powers. Whilst he did say ‘rainbow hopscotch on the butternut road’; he really meant that he wasn’t very fond of the manner in which you were talking to me’ Noah answered, again.

‘He’s an aberration, that’s for sure. But it seems God itself is on his side though; considering that he toys relentlessly with the other ruling parties and has so far never been harmed in any way’ Proto commented.

The hairs of Noah’s neck stood up a little, but the pale light of the torches didn‘t allow enough light to betray such a fact.

‘He has his uses in this war, such as using his riddles to halt aggressive actions within the warring parties. Granted, you have been attracting his attention a lot more these days. There is no doubt that you have a big role to play in the near future’ Noah commented.

‘And what is that role?’ Alex inquired.

Noah did not answer this question, leaving the treck down the stairs quiet and somehow lonely.

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At the end of the stairwell was a heavy steel door kept shut by a iron ring. Carrolmon turned it as if it were nothing and they entered the lab.

Much of the lab was ruined, with obvious signs of looting and malicious damage. The only untouched thing was an enormous vault door that seemed to reflect all damage and dirt.

‘The dark vault of stolen power. Zeramasumon came to his vassels, and [b]took what[/b] power [b]they had to offer,[/b] and once they gave to him, he took their free will from them’ Noah recited as if reading off a text.

The group behind him gave him a few dirty looks. ‘Why are you saying this? We all know the story, considering some of us was there’ Proto commented.

‘More importantly, why should we care?’ Mauler inquired.

Noah growled a little, but hid it. He was very good at that now that I think of it. ‘Just, reminding myself of something, that’s all’ he replied.

There were a few funny looks from the group, and Noah seemed to react as if he could see them. ‘I feel that if the human energy you possess was channelled through the gauntlets you possess, forged from the power of your respective partner; you could override the locks and release the prize you seek’ Noah stated.

‘And what, pray tell, is preventing you from hot-footing it out of here with the prize once the doors opens?’ Alex inquired.

Noah turned his head, so it was profile to the group. He was smiling, which was also kind of annoying; just like these asinine comments I keep leaving. ‘Why would I want YOUR power?’ he inquired.

He continued on without an answer however. ‘In this act, YOU are the protagonists here. You know Zeramasumon best, and considering the shallow mindset of the warrior parties, you remain the only ones who can stop him. So far be it from me to cause you to miss out on an opportunity to match him in power’.

Carrolmon tittered a little from the comment, though he could have been thinking about jell-o, which is a rather funny subject. ‘You seem fairly knowledgeable on current events’ DaTsukaimon pointed out.

‘Yes, it’s almost as if you can see the future events before they happen’ Proto added.

The group looked at Noah eagerly; eager to see if they managed to beat him. But instead, he shrugged. ‘You don’t need to be a mystic to see what will happen. Zeramasumon, as history has shown, tried to conquer the world; but he was stopped before he could begin. No doubt now that he will be planning something big. And, let’s face it, can you really trust the effort of besting him to Seraphimon or Lucemon?’ he replied.

‘No, I suppose not. Lucemon is too busy keeping the war effort against Seraphimon going and Seraphimon is too zealous to let Lucemon win. *sighs* Whatever it is we’re up against, I trust you will be there to give exposition when we need it’ Proto commented.

Noah chuckled a little. ‘Like many mysterious characters, I guess I will be held to that promise. But now, I have other matters to attend to. But, one last piece of information; I understand your humans will have difficulty coping with the added workload of your mega level powers. Why not take them to the False Gods once you’ve obtained your power’ Noah suggested, and, just like that, he and Carrolmon vanished.

‘What a tool’ Pyro commented.

Gentlemon merely snorted loudly. ‘Oh, he is a tool indeed, the biggest tool in the Digital World to be precise. Did he honestly expect us to be fooled by that flimsy disguise?’ he said.

‘Yeah, I know right? But trust that bastard to be condescending to us’ Notusmon added and folded her arms in a huff.

‘Say, wanna fill us in here?’ Tyson said.

DaTsukaimon flittered near him. ‘I suppose it wasn’t as obvious, but your Noah Sequintes, isn’t human. He’s a very poor foil for Sequintosmon, the Eternal Digimon’ he explained.

Tyson’s brow raised, as he seemed to recall that name. ‘Sequintosmon…’ he muttered, before snapping his fingers. ‘I remember now, you mentioned him when we were at the hospital after you pussied out on us’ he recalled.

DaTsukaimon looked a little sheepish. ‘Right, in any case, I thought you said he couldn’t interfere with the Digital World. So, why is here running around interfering with the Digital World?’ Tyson inquired.

Proto stepped up to respond. ‘Sequintosmon is a godlike being, and thus he believes that if he’s not in his godlike form, he can get away with it. Being Noah Sequintes means that it is not Sequintosmon breaking the rules he set for himself. In a way, it’s the exact same thing in most human cartoons, where one single change in appearance suddenly makes them a different person and thus unrecognizable to all the other characters’ Proto explained.

Tyson rubbed his chin thoughtfully *God this is boring* ‘I think I get it. Well, I think for once I may actually feel something of comfort from this. We have a god watching over and helping us. But, I assume Sequintosmon, as a god, can’t outright kill Zeramasumon, can he?’

Proto shook his head. ‘No, the one golden rule for a Digital World god that cannot be broken is that they cannot be the one to kill another living being. Of course, there’s no rule against subtly influencing a death. So that’s what Sequintosmon is doing now. It’s kind of elegant in a way’ he replied.

‘Yeah, all this talking and blah blah blahing is lovely and all, but I thin we should be getting or s*** together instead of standing around and playing My Little Pony’ Pyro cut in.

‘Yeah, I haven’t been listening to what you’ve been saying, as I find that thinking about shoes is much more engaging then whatever crap you‘re on about’ Diane added.

‘Yeah, let’s get this show on the road’ Mauler cried.

‘Err, right. Sorry, got caught up, there’ Tyson mumbled.

They walked over to the large vault door, and noted a large hand indent. ‘Zeramasumon must’ve been no lightweight’ Alex commented.

‘No, he was quite big, not as big as GargantaKamemon, but still big. Now, I guess you just press your gauntlets into the indents’ Proto suggested.

The humans nodded and did so, fighting their hands into Zeramasumon’s own hand print rather crudely.

However, the door began to react to the gauntlets, drawing power from them until… *CLICK!* The vault door began to roll out of the way, revealing five separate pedestals. Floating above them seemed to be some intangible glowing lights of red, blue, green, brown and black.

‘Match em up I guess’ Alex said.

And they did so, following the colour match-up style, each came to their respective colour. Tyson was the first to place his right hand into the sphere, and it bonded quickly to his hand, forming a gauntlet that was exactly the same to his left hand one, except that instead of a hacktool, there was an automated screwdriver. ‘Handy’ he said, and it began to spin.

The others followed suit, getting relative replicas of their left hand gauntlets, save for a few differences. Alex’s new gauntlet was more metal than leather, and seemed much more thicker too, as if it’s use was for actual combat. Pyro’s one had an unusual pad on the centre of his palm. it was a deep crimson. Diane’s one had a peculiar slot running along the outside side of her wrist. And Dennis’ also had a pad like Pyro’s, it was a beautiful azure blue.

Pyro balled his hands into fists and punched the air a few times. ‘Yeah baby, I feel all fired up now’ he said excitedly.

He did a few more punches, but Alex had different ideas. ‘So, who are these False Gods Sequintosmon mentioned?’ he inquired.

Proto chuckled a little. ‘I think it best that they tell you, they do so hate having their intros ruined’ he replied.[/spoiler]

[//Zeromaru//]

Well you said you wanted [[font=courier new, courier, monospace]insert word here[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]] to keep you motivated to write this. Well I can't remember what [[font=courier new, courier, monospace]insert word here[/font]] was, but I'm here to give it!![/font][/font]
[font=courier new, courier, monospace][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]I don't know what you mean about too much exposition, I love reading it. I don't find it boring at all, it just adds to the atmosphere of it all. I like your writing regardless though so my opinion may be a bit shaded over.[/font][/font]

[The Warden]

The word is accolades, which refers to praise. Thanks for being so sincere btw.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Well, took me a while...but I finally finished reading the chapters you have out, Broken! ^-^

I have to say this exceeds any of the other Digimon fics I've read(and I read a lot of them), so good job on it!

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Chapter 18]
[u]Chapter 18: False Gods[/u]

With their new Gauntlets in check, the group surfaced again, to find a somewhat perturbed Lilithmon. ‘What happened in there? One minute you were here, the next you had vanished’ she exclaimed.

‘We, umm, we ran afoul of some strange force protecting the ruins. I think the activity stirred up something wicked around here’ Tyson answered.

Lilithmon’s face screwed up, no way could she have believed that. ‘Trust that wicked Zeramasumon to manipulate things even when he’s dead. In any case, I’d best get you back to the Dark Area. No doubt the Virus Busters are wise to us, so, we better vacate before we incinerate’.

‘No, wait. We need to go see the, watchmacallem? The False Gods, yes, that’s right. We need to see them’ Alex added.

‘Why would you need to see those f- special Digimon?’ Lilithmon inquired sweetly.

‘We saw some files on them, we think that, given his failure with us, Zeramasumon might coerce them to his side. They may not be the sharpest bunch, but they are powerful’ Proto answered.

Lilithmon pursed her lips, smacked them, and pursed once more. ‘Fine, we shall go see them. But, you’d best make your visit with them, brief’ she decided.

With a twirl that sounded like a knife cutting air, she walked back to the landing craft she had come down in.

‘I, I don’t feel good about deceiving Lilithmon. She’s a nice lady really’ Diane commented.

‘We had to, she wouldn’t go near the False Gods otherwise. Not many have exactly the highest opinion on them, and the way they egotistically talk about themselves can easily get you stuck there for hours, even days’ Notusmon explained.

‘And we get to visit and spend time with them, oh joyous wonders abound’ Pyro sarcasmed (,I love making up words, almost as much as I like breaking the fourth wall every five seconds).

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The False Gods certainly had a choice locale in regards to scenery, and thank [Redacted] that they had those airships; due to the usual trope of how mystical and powerful beings usually camped atop tall mountains. But then, who doesn’t like a nice view?

From the many portholes that punctured the ship one could see five unusual shrines resting atop the flat mountaintop. They were not too identifiable, but now doubt they were quite attractive…

Well, I guess that’s it.

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The mountaintop wasn’t exactly big, so, for all intents and purposes the group had to leap off a hovering landing craft in order to make it on. Which was good, as the staircase was so thin only the fleetest of feet or a pirate could make it up there in one piece.

The group were cautious as they reached further into the centre of the mountaint- let’s call it a platform? M’kay good.

Clockwise from the left was a small luscious forest shrine, nested beneath a small pool of clear sparkling water. [color=#000080][i]'Welcome, children of the earth’[/i][/color] a sweet yet powerful voice called out.

Water began to rise up from the small pool as it twisted itself around the tree boughs. Passing behind the alter, a woman with porcelain covered skin stepped out. She was quite pretty, and her hair was done so it seemed wrapped around her head. She was dressed in a splendid golden chest plate, to show off her, ‘modest’ features. It seemed that she wore a chain mail undershirt that stopped just after her shoulders, which accentuated a large collar that shielded her neck. Much like her chest her right arm was well-armoured, though the metal was thin and gave great movement. Her left arm was clothed in a white silken glove. For her bottom-half she wore a long sweeping dress, giving the appearance of brutality and elegance.

They were in awe of her appearance, the first of the False Gods. She approached them gracefully. [color=#000080]‘My name, children of the earth, is Persephonamon; I rule over nature; the trees, the rivers, the many beautiful creatures that amble across my splendid forests. Tell me, have you come to aid my plight against those who would abolish nature itself?’[/color] she inquired.

Before they could answer, another powerful voice cut in. [color=#ff0000][i]‘Foolish earth woman, nature is merely the fuel that would ignite the very spirit of industry, and progress’[/i][/color] it cried out.

Three shrines away, was what seemed to be a cross between a volcano, and a factory, churning out smoke that dissipated quickly. A trail of lava leaked from the volcano and began twisting around voltory, before coiling behind the volcano. A thick black glove grasped the side of the volcano as a retound man ambled out form behind it. He wore a wide fitting red gown, with a leopard skin ruff that clung tightly to his body. His own head however, despite the lack of a neck, was more interesting. Flames were quite literally billowing out of his mouth and eyes, as too were flames leaking out of the volcano-like hole in the top of his head. He took a deep suck from a cigarette holder he carried, but the tiny stub burned out quickly from the quick puff.

[color=#ff0000]‘I bring progress to those who are blessed with my favour, woman; and should nature strive to get in the way KingPyramon, then they will be removed’[/color] he simmered.

[color=#000080]‘What you call progress is the befoulment of all that is pure and clean. I will not stand by as you would desecrate all that I stand for. There is no justice in perversity’[/color] Persephonamon argued back.

‘Don’t worry about this, they tend to argue a lot over their, ‘conflicting’ ideals’ Proto whispered to those who would hear.

[color=#ff0000]‘What you believe to be justice is merely outdated thinking of a woman who stoically refuses to move on in the times. Justice, freedom, beauty; all such things have taken a new meaning in this time. I will not be bound to antiquated times and outmoded thinking. Those who follow me share in this thinking’[/color] KingPyramon argued back.

[color=#8b4513][i]‘But, you don’t HAVE any followers KingPyramon' [/i][/color]an earnest and seemingly trustworthy voice cut in.

The second shrine looked much like a simple cave, with a few oddly placed turrets sticking out of the top of it. But it seemed the False God had already appeared whilst they argued. He seemed like a jolly man made completely from mud, it oozed on his body, yet never slopped to the ground at all. His outfit was a simple pair of blue suspenders, with various gardening tools sticking out of his back. His face sported a wise grin, small piggy little eyes and long floppy part that assumably was meant to be hair.

[color=#ff0000]‘Then I will strive to fix that, Jamsemon’[/color] KingPyramon retorted.

[color=#000080]‘You will NOT’[/color] Persephonamon barked.

[color=#008080][i]‘Tch tch tch, how very typical’[/i] [/color] were the words of a blustery and smooth-talking voice.

From the middle and thus third shrine came a gust of wind that blew at a tattered robe that hung from one of the many windmills that coated it. It seemed to sneak into the robe and pull it loose, lightly touching to the ground after. There was an amusing stretchy noise as a balloon inflated up and out of the neckline of the robe. It had a face that had been drawn on by a five-year old and was kept there by a string.

[color=#008080]‘Do not despair, children of the earth, these two paragons of virtue are not the only sources of power and might. Do not heed their petty squabbling, they merely turn to harsh words in order to fuel their, bitter rivalry. I for one, prefer to look past such things to seek higher forms of might, such as the untold knowledge that I, Stratismon, can divine’[/color] Stratismon explained.

[color=#696969][i]‘But you are as pathetic as they are. HA! Knowledge, justice, progress. What worth are these when the world is eternally looked into an unending strife? What worth are you when the carnage and slaughter that exists in this world gives power to me and not you?’[/i],[/color] this voice was fairly sinister.

The fifth and final shrine was of a large and currently unidentifiable animal skull. At the base of the mouth is a small bowl, within which was a pool of something thick, and red. There were two large hands poking through the empty eye sockets, the fingers were thin and long, like sickles they would seem to cleave the air itself. These very hands shook and retracted into the skull, before the fifth False god revealed himself. He was a wizened old man in tattered black robes, his skin was amber, as if burnt by something. His hair was slicked and smoothed down, and his face seemed old, with a horrible yellow light pervading from his right eye. The left, was darkness.

[color=#696969]‘Ignore the words of these fools Mortals, they have no use for you except as pawns in their little game. They would seek to use you to create carnage for the other. I, Charnelmon, on the other hand can grant you the world to seek carnage, life’s true meaning. After all, what would this world be, without carnage?’[/color] Charnelmon inquired.

[color=#8b4513]‘Peaceful, and relaxed; which is pretty good in my books’[/color] Jamsemon countered.

[color=#696969]‘I was not aware that you could, ‘read’[/color] Charnelmon quipped back.

It seemed now that all communication was breaking down as the False Gods seemed to prepare to tear each other apart.

‘Should we really be trusting these guys? They seem out of their minds’ Diane whispered.

‘Oh, they’re not too bad if you can get them to focus, there is one word that can get them to stop’ Notusmon whispered.

‘That is?’ Pyro whispered.

‘ZERAMASUMON!’ Proto shouted loudly.

The cry of such a name quieted the False Gods. They all looked to Proto with a sense of both fear, and loathing. ‘How dare you declare the Dark One’s name in this holy sanctuary’ Persephonamon demanded, abandoning her powerful voice for a more quiet one.

‘My apologies’ Proto answered, giving a one handed bow. ‘But we are in dire need, and have little time for your own issues, however important as they may be’.

Charnelmon rubbed his chin, serrating it with his razor sharp fingers. He seemed to ignore the fact that he did so. [color=#696969]‘And I assume this would have to do, with the, Dark One?’[/color] he deduced.

‘Not, one hundred percent exactly. You see, we are planning on fighting and defeating him, however, we are having difficulty dealing with our new powers. Seq- Errr, someone named Noah Sequintes told us to come find you, and, well, help us, I guess’ Alex explained.

[color=#000080]‘We shall, consider this’[/color] Persephonamon decided.

The False Gods then did turn and began to speak amongst themselves, abandoning bitter rivalries and hatreds; isn’t that sweet?

Their deliberation seemed long, because it was really. They considered the situation amongst themselves in hushed words whilst the group waited in anticipation.

Eventually, after twenty-five minutes of discussion, the Gods did turn once more to face them.

[color=#008080]‘We have considered the situation, and out of, self-preservation, we will agree to mentoring you humans in the arts of our elements’[/color] Stratismon answered.

The group sighed a little, from relief mostly. ‘That’s great, I hope it won’t take too long’ Tyson said.

KingPyramon’s craggy face twisted into an open-teeth grin.[color=#ff0000] ‘THAT, will depend upon your ability to cope with your element. Now then, by obviousness of the part, I will be mentoring my little brother and his Human’.[/color]

There were a few twisted expressions as the group looked at Gentlemon. ‘Yes, it’s true. KingPyramon and I are in a ways, brothers, but not genetically. Granted, Digimon never are, usually anyways. But, I already said for your to stop calling me that ever since I disowned you’ Gentlemon argued.

[color=#ff0000]‘You were a petulant little brat who didn’t know how good he had it’[/color] KingPyramon argued back.

‘Oh don’t give me that crap. I was good to our parents, I loved them. [b]But you took everything that they ever had, right up to their final treasure[/b]. When they died you pillaged the house of everything of value and you fled. Just like the greedy coward you were. Is it of no question why I reacted so?’

[color=#ff0000]‘I put that money to good use, building the many industries that grace our world today. Someone like you would never understand the true beauty of progress’.[/color]

‘You know[b],[/b] this is super, it really is. And cute, but the cuteness ended five years ago. Now, could we kindly get a move on with this crap?’ Pyro inquired.

[color=#ff0000]‘Fine’[/color] KingPyramon accepted.

‘Fine’ Gentlemon too accepted.

[color=#008080]‘It would appear then that I have this delightful you girl as my student’[/color] Stratismon exclaimed.

‘Blow your wind up my pants and I’ll pop your balloon’ Diane threatened.

[color=#008080]‘Spirited too’[/color] He purred.

Diane merely made a disgusted groan, but Notusmon seemed unfazed.

[color=#8b4513]‘So young man, I guess you’re working with me. If you forgot, my name’s Jamsemon, God of Earth. Y’know, dirt and, rocks and stuff. Gems as well, pretty, pretty gems. Earth isn’t all brown, just, mostly’[/color] Jamsemon explained.

‘Super’ Tyson said through his teeth.

[color=#000080]‘So, this earthen giant is my student?’[/color] Persophonamon inquired, regarding Dennis.

Dennis merely shrugged whilst staring at her. [color=#000080]‘I see, a vow of silence; a truly noble sacrifice’[/color] she misinterpreted.

[color=#696969]‘Come young man, and learn about the glorious powers of darkness’[/color] Charnelmon declared.

‘Fine, but if you go on about the darkness of the heart I will show you the darkness of my foot’ Alex replied.

[color=#696969]‘Excellent, use your negative emotions to give you power’.[/color]

And so, each Human was paired up with a False God; I’m sure the training will be very long going and last many pages an-

[i]No, they will not.[/i]

Huh, who are you?

[i]I’m the Writer, and I say that I’m sick of all this talking and boring plot.[/i]

But the plot is essential to get things going, sure, there may have been a little filler an- GHK!

[i]Enough out of you, I’m the Writer here; and I say it’s time for the plot to speed up a little, thus, I am time jumping the boring as hell training and possible character growth so we can get something interesting happening. Cue hyphen bar.[/i]

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The sun was rising on the third day of training, and, after miraculous self-realization, the group had mastered the new power they had obtained, and were ready to face Zeramasumon in battle.

‘We cannot thank you enough for all your help’ Alex said to the False Gods.

[color=#000080]‘We were glad to have had the opportunity Alex. We, that is, all the Gods, wish you good fortune on your endeavour. Zeramasumon will not be an easy match, fight hard and realize your new power’[/color] Persephonamon declared.

‘We will, Zeramasumon won’t know what hit him’ Pyro cried.

The False Gods merely smiled as they faded away, returning to whatever plane of existence they would remain at.

‘So, erm, Lilithmon and her ships are gone’ Tyson pointed out.

‘So?’ Pyro inquired.

‘How do we get down?’ Tyson inquired.[/spoiler]

[//Zeromaru//]

[i]-Sigh-[/i] I miss your exposition.
I was waiting for some super awesome training sequence possibly with eye of the tiger as background music in my head. Pretty boring compared to most of your stuff I have to say, I'm going to guess you either rushed to get the chapter out or you couldn't be bothered with it.
All in all definately not your best chapter.

But apart from that the False Gods are fun. Are we going to be seeing more of them?

[The Warden]

Most likely not, there is only so much I can [s]plagiarize[/s] come up for them.

It wasn't rushed, it was intended like that really. I was just tired of blah blah blahing, move location, more blah blah blah.

[The Warden]

New work, yes, this IS stil going.

[spoiler=Chapter 19]
[u]Chapter 19: Homeward Bound, Hopefully[/u]

It seemed that Lilithmon had left due to some pressing business back in the Dark Area.

So, after a bit of coercing, the False Gods crafted a portal that sent them back to the Dark Area.

In turn, the group asked to be sent back to the Real World; their request was replied with that their current tech could only send Digitama and small Digimon back.

Things begin to pick up as the group are now taking a Locomon back to the Machine City, where Prince is waiting to send them back.

‘Does anyone else feel as if the time just blew by in a few quick seconds?’ Tyon inquired.

‘No’ Alex replied.

‘Nah, it felt agonizingly long really’ Pyro added.

‘Yeah, a real snore fest’ Diane also added.

Tyson huh’d and went back to thinking for their next move. ‘You know, given the time; we’ve been missing from out world for about five or six days’ he commented.

Their heads bolted up at the remark, it was true after all. ‘Even though our parents are, I suppose okay with our delinquency, five days is too much even for us. That’s like, police search time’ Diane remarked.

‘Oh man, dad’s gonna kill me’ Pyro moaned.

‘If time worked to be one for one, yes, I suppose it would be a worry’ Proto remarked.

‘How, how can time not be one for one if your world is analogous to our own?’ Tyson inquired.

‘The barriers between our two worlds are, strange, I guess would be the right word. At points they can be paper thin and at other times nigh impenetrable. When they are quite thick, time slows down in the Real World, thus causing one minute of your time to equal one day in the Digital World. But if the barriers are thin, time is effectively one for one’ Proto explained.

‘But how do we know the state of the barriers?’ Alex inquired.

‘You don’t, but one can estimate. Usually constant travel to and from the worlds tends to weaken the barriers, whilst isolation between the two strengthen them. Given the isolation and few journeys, I would say the barriers are quite thick. So it is probably still the night when we were imprisoned’.

‘So, what you’re saying is, we are now all five days older than the world?’ Pyro inquired.

‘I, I don’t quite get what you mean’.

‘Then it’s true, I’M AN OLD MAN!’ Pyro sobbed, his eyes resting on his arms to hide the lack of tears.

‘AND I’M AN OLD WOMAN!’ Diane joined in, putting her face into her hands.

While the humans and Mauler enjoyed a chuckle from that, the humour eluded the Partners.

In turn, whining about how they were all so old now made the journey go by a lot quicker.

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The Locomon slowed down and stopped at the station in the Machine City. ‘Please get yer asses out of here; I know you guys are old but yer not dead yet’ he grumbled.

As Pyro departed he waved his hands as if he had a walking stick. ‘In my day you youngins showed respect’ he wheezed like an old man.

Locomon tooted loudly and they began to move away from him a bit more hastily. The butler Hagurumon greeted them a little down the platform. ‘Click click, nice to see you guys back. The Prince has asked for you to join us for the Sealing Ceremony’ it whirred.

It began to float off and they followed. ‘A sealing ceremony? What are you guys putting away?’ Alex inquired.

‘We are sealing away a time capsule containing an unusual and highly valuable artifact. We as of now cannot decipher it’s use, so we are putting it away so that future generations may discover its use’.

‘Why not just continue working on it to figure out its use?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Because it would be a waste of time and effort in attempting to decipher something we cannot decipher, click click’.

‘Fair enough’ Tyson omitted.

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The ceremony was being held in a small lab room in an obscure and rather rundown part of the industry area. Many of the mechanized subjects waited eagerly as Prince came to the podium with Emerio, I mean, Michael by his side. Yes, Michael.

The group were in the front of row of seats, watching him closely with a hint of fascination.

‘Citizens, today marks a rather unfortunate day in our books. A day in which technology, our birthright, has eluded us. The Artifact we found deep within the Catacombs has thus far yielded nothing from our many probings and tests. And so, we gift it to time, so that a future generation of tinkerers and inventors may uncover its uses. So, farewell artifact, may whatever purpose you create be known to those who are meant to know’ he declared loudly, raising an unusual device.

It was just a bit bigger than a cell phone, and was bright red. It had a silver grill-like pattern along the top and a small blue-green screen. Beneath said screen was a button, but it could also have been some kind of wheel device.

The view wasn’t given long as Prince turned around and placed the device on a small tray between two halves of a round shell. He moved aside as the two halves were pushed together by a pair of Mekanorimon.

When the two halves became a whole, it was sealed by a Hagurumon and then lowered into a large hole in the ground; sealed by concrete so that the future may find it and learnt he secrets of the Artifact.

Prince raised his right hand, as did the subjects of the Machine City. ‘We gift you to time’ they declared solemnly.

The crowd dispersed quickly, leaving a few stragglers whose conversations seem to include working on the Artifact. Eventually, they left as well, leaving Prince and Michael staring at the wet concrete slab and the group staring at him. ‘I thank you for joining us for the ceremony’.

‘Well, we had time to kill, so we figured why not?’ Alex replied, but Prince could not tell if sarcastic.

‘Nice to know you have your priorities. Still, I just wish we could have done more with the Artifact, but, who knows, maybe in three or even four hundred years its secrets will be learned. But I digress, I received a message from Lucemon and we are ready to send you back through our portal’.

It was such a casual response, especially in front of Michael, who merely twitched his mouth a little. ‘If the portal is ready, why is Emerio still here?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Well he-’ Prince began. ‘I wanted to stay here, just a little longer. I sent a letter to mum and dad to tell them I’m okay and will come home soon; just so they can go with with [b]their lives.[/b] I just think that Prince needs me a little longer’ Emerio answered.

Prince nodded to this. ‘We’re not judging you’ Diane said.

‘I never… makes no difference. Now then, I, erm, we will escort you all to the Portal’.

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The Labs section was responsible for the more, risqué, experiments that the Metal Empire had desired to work on.

The walkway was similar to the one they had walked on three or so days ago, but was much darker and several metallic blinds were down to hide the work.

Despite this, most experiments were merely weapons development utilizing different types of tech. However…

‘What is that?’ Tyson inquired, looking into a darkened lab.

Contained within was a large glass cylinder filled with a luminescent green liquid; and floating within its midst was a large purple Digitama. It gave off quite an eerie presence.

‘Thatisnothing’ Prince sad quickly and hit a button on his wrist, closing the blind.

The group stared at him with questioning glances. ‘You may as well tell them Prince, they’re going to learn what it is later anyway’ Emerio stated.

Prince rubbed his temples a little, and opened the blinds.

Near the glass tube was a large monitor displaying the Seraphimoon. There were many Metal Empire ships in orbit around it; but they ignored that for the freaky science egg.

‘That egg is a product of our attempts into reincarnation through cloning. I trust you know how Digimon return to Digitama when they die, correct? Well, some humans and Digimon have found ways in which to permanently delete a Digimon. This has caused some strains of Digimon to truly become extinct. That Digitama you see there is of a human-made Digimon species named Vemmon’ Prince explained.

‘Vemmon? Weren’t they all deleted to prevent them from causing Armageddon of both worlds? Why would you bring those back?’ Proto demanded.

Prince raised a velvet glove and silenced him. ‘We are altering it a little, to remove semblance of will on it for our next project. That monitor there is currently displaying the Seraphimoon, which we are mechanizing into a Battle Moon, as it were’.

‘Why would you mechanize a moon?’ Pyro inquired.

‘Because it’s cool, duh’ Emerio replied.

‘But that doesn’t make any sense’ Diane said.

‘It matters not, we are simply wasting time here. Please, move along to the Portal Room’ Prince said coolly.

They didn’t want to argue with Prince’s new tone, and continued on; with the egg of destiny silently groping in his chamber.

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The portal room looked suspiciously like the room from Stargate, it was almost copy/pasted right from the set.

‘Why does this room look like it was taken right out of Stargate?’ Tyson inquired.

‘Some parts of our world were made from deleted data from the Human World. Some parts of the Machine Cities were made from such data. In fact, we have sealed room with a Digimon in it with a rather dark sense of humour and an unnatural attraction to cake; but I digress. We will be sending you back now, so no more distractions’ Prince cut in, discarding his pleasant demeanour for a more agitated one.

He nodded to the Portal operator, who was another Hagurumon. It pushed the big red button and the portal came to life. Data began to lattice quickly across the large ring at high speeds; creating a large web that filled in quickly until it became one seemingly solid wall of light. It then, seemed to be pulled backwards, creating an inward cone.

‘Well, it’s been fun Prince, catcha around’ Alex said.

‘Just, go’ Prince said icily.

The group gave their last farewells and they walked into the portal, fragmenting into data and being pulled in.

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Back at the docks, it was early sunrise as the portal began to form. Immediately after it did, they were all spat out in a heap.

‘Get offa me’ a voice grumbled.

It was hard to tell who said it, but eventually they detached themselves from each other and surveyed the scene. The area was completely grey, meaning, time had stopped flowing. Alex, Pyro, Dennis and Diane had all grouped up whilst Tyson had his back to them.

‘What’s going on here?’ Pyro said with Tyson’s voice.

‘Oh god, don’t tell me we all traded bodies, I don’t want to have a penis’ Diane cried, before feeling her chest and found The Wonder Twins were still there. ‘Wait a minute’.

Pyro and Tyson burst out laughing. ‘Couldn’t resist, it was Ty’s idea course, but I couldn’t resist either way’ Pyro laughed.

Suddenly, there was a loud an unmistakable purr as the area recoloured itself, indicating time had continued. ‘First order of business, return home and figure out what the date is. Prepare an adequate story if it was a few days’ Tyson stated.

‘Agreed’.
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[ShinyBlade]

great story so far. Keep it coming