Digimon: Unity of the Five [PG/M-16] [Chapter 9 is in the hizzay]

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

I like DeviDraremon's appearance. Good one.

[The Warden]

Well, it is generally what happens when you introduce Devidramon to the toxic and mutagenic nature of Raremon.

[fenrir]

Shamelss bump is shameless?

[The Warden]

I suppose, I'm considering putting this on permanant hiatus until further notice.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Too bad, I was hoping for another chapter soon.

[The Warden]

One issue is that I'm too scatter-brained currently, I can't focus my thoughts because my mind is garbled by many different thoughts and ideas.

[The Warden]

Just to point out, I finally managed to clean out the idea blockage I had with a shining beacon of inspiration. After all, when all else fails, go musical.

[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 His tasteless vest had the logo of a something that is quite clearly out of date.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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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 shit. 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]

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

PEEVED ANIME-GIRL POWER!

 

Sorry, couldn't hold myself. XD

 

Meh, skimmed most of the chapter. I ain't really into Musicals. But Hurrigalemon was greatly designed. *pervs over her white panties*

[The Warden]

As you would of course, the attack IS named Panty Shot.

[Nexev]

But what about the dentist?

 

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DENTIST!?

[The Warden]

It's true I cut him up and fed him to the plant, but I didn't kill him.

[//Zeromaru//]

... Awesome. i just have one problem with it. I can't stop singing Dentist and Suddenly Seymour.

Damn you!

[The Warden]

Not the first time I've been cursed.

[The Warden]

So, yeah. This is brought to you by Boredom & Laziness industries, bringing you boring crap now for 50 years.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 7]

Chapter 7: You know what? Screw this

 

*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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

 

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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

*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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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. ‘F**k that dude is huge, it’s like he’s gonna give birth to a ten-year old’ 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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Tyson entered the shed by noon with a piece of paper in his hands. ‘Hey Alex, you wanted 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 don’t like that look’ he thought as they all smiled at him.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

‘I knew it’ 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]

 

‘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

 

 

 

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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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.

 

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Ugh... I do not DARE to imagine what's behind the censored parts... *shivers in dread*

 

Still, good chapter. GOod to see you're keeping this alive.

[The Warden]

I was considering axing, but why waste an awesome ending. And I still can't believe you guys haven't noticed yet.

[//Zeromaru//]

Hurray for Democracy!!

And haven't noticed what? Your making me nervous

[The Warden]

Tch, you guys haven't actually noticed, jesus, I make something special and you guys completely overlook it.

[Nexev]

So Tyson's old friend is Brittle?

 

And who cares?

 

Brittle doesn't seem important.

[The Warden]

Not yet anyways

[//Zeromaru//]

Is that all it was... :| I got that

[The Warden]

No, it's not Brittle. Jebus, look back over the last three or four chapters and you'll (hopefully) see.

[The Warden]

Well guys, good news and bad. Good news is that I have the plans for the next chapter, bad news is that the comp with all my data and te story is down, for a week. kthnx bai.

[The Warden]

well guys, I managed to get my Unity files onto my laptop before my main comp crashed again, so I can begin work again, however, something else will take precedence. Those who've read the Children from Mysidia will know what I mean.

[The Warden]

Now here is some messed up s**t

 

[spoiler=Chapter 8]

Chapter 8: This Story actually has a Plot?!

 

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.

 

‘Jack-pot’ 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.

 

‘F**K’ Diane thought whilst checking out Noah’s ass.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

‘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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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 mains 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, 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 acting exactly 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.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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.