Digimon: Biodigital Life [PG-13] Chapter 2's up!

[zaneko]

This is my first Fanfic, Digimon: Biodigital Life

 

 

 

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Prologue Part 1 and 2- post 0, page 1

Chapter One- post 12, page 1

Chapter Two- post 12, page 1

 

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[spoiler=Prologue Part 1]

The professor gazed over the rows of glass pillars. Each filled with a special solution. And in each pillar a strange creature floated in the solution.

 

“Status report!”

 

“Professor, the trans-dimensional fluid’s composition has been perfected. We have 100% success in mutating organic life into Bio-digital life and around 53% success in total conversion.”

 

“Hmmm,” The professor said concomitantly. He turned away from the scientists labouring over computers and faced a large, black screen. “You heard the result for the experiment. What are your thoughts?”

 

The screen flickered on. A pale skinned blond man wearing a blue suit sat in an ornate chair. A large gold bat was in place of a tie, a red bat-wing mask over his sharp eyes, thin blue lips stretched into a cruel smile. He tapped his sharp gloved finger on the chair arm. “I am impressed with your progress with simpler minded organism. The quality and power of the mutated dogs and such are indeed surprising, especially considering the short time you took.”

 

“I did it to please our lord.”

 

“Of course. But the master wants you to move to the next level.”

 

“Sir?”

 

He grinned evilly. The screen darkened till only red eyes showed. Just before the screen winked out, he made a last comment. “He wants human test subjects.”

 

The researchers and scientists sat in stunned silence. An instant later, the burst into an uproar.

 

“Human Subjects! Are they crazy?”

 

“There is no way I will subject intelligent life to this procedure!”

 

“Do you think that I want to be arrested? I have a family to worry

about!”

 

“Besides, who would volunteer for such a thing?”

 

The professor cocked an eyebrow. “Who said anything about ‘volunteers’?”

 

The uproar started again, with new fever.

 

“SILENCE!” the professor roared. “We have undertaken this experiment with no legal funding or governmental permission. Who do you think provides the money, supplies and the anonymity? It has been our digital friends. Lord Myotismon has made sure that his servants increased the funds on all our accounts and arranged for our equipment and this work space.” He gestured and the large room they were in.

“Besides, hundreds of people go missing every year. If we are smart with this, no one will be able to trace it to us. We have unlimited resources available. We just need to use them to spread the acquisition across the country.”

Be tapped on the nearest keyboard and a map of the country appeared on the screen. “Now, does anyone have suggestions for the target areas?”

 

 

[spoiler=Prologue Part 2]

DAN

Dan stared hard at his math test paper. The C minus stared back at him. He sighed. No matter what he did, he could never get his math grade to improve. He screamed at the sky and shuffled of irritably, ignoring the strange looks of the other pedestrians. He mentally ran through his day’s to-do list. Clean, cook, wash and study. Translation: work.

 

It was like this ever since his parents left the country to work in on the other side of the world, leaving him to attend school. Why had he refused the butler and maid his parents offered? And nothing exciting ever happened to him. He didn’t even have a girlfriend to invite over, just a group of manga, anime and video game addicted friends. He stared up at the sky.

 

Whoever’s up there in the sky, send me some excitement please, he prayed silently.

He continued shuffling home when he felt a bug bite his neck. He swatted at it quickly. The world started to get fuzzy. Everything went out of focus and his legs started to wobbled. As he lost control of his limbs, made out the fuzzy shapes of a man and a woman.

 

“Are you alright?” Their voices seemed to echo in his head and sounded strange. “Let me take you to the hospital.” Two strong but rough hands hauled him to a van. He heard the door slam as his vision darkened.

“We have him,” he heard as his consciousness faded.

 

 

Kevin

“Great game Kevin!” his coach yelled happily, pounding him on the back. “That last touchdown was golden! We’ll win the cup easily if you keep this up!”

 

“Coach, stop, the entire team worked hard,” Kevin protested. The other team members bounced him around a bit.

 

“Your way too modest!” they laughed.

 

“Seriously guys, stop,” Kevin said, pushing them away with a smile. He glanced at the giant clock on the tower across the street. “Guys, I got to go. My Dad’s getting home a bit late today and I have to watch my sister.” He waved and ran off.

 

As he jogged down the road, a couple by a van called him over.

“Hello, that was a great play you made!” The man smiled. “I’m Mr Smith from the district’s school board. I was impressed with you performance. Do you need a lift home?”

 

“No, that’s ok,” Kevin replied.

 

“No, we insist,” the woman said cheerfully. She guided him to the van and seated him. In a quick movement, she injected something in his arm. He keeled over, unconscious.

 

“This is getting to me,” She said, mopping her brow. “What if we get caught?”

 

“Don’t worry,” the man said as he climbed in the driver’s seat, “Only a few more for us to do.”

 

 

Ken

Ken slowly climbed down the library steps, his messenger bag filled with borrowed books.

 

“Good. I will be able to last the weekend with these,” he mumbled to himself. He headed towards the bus stop that would take him home. As he passed an alley, he noticed a lady trying to get a large bag into her trunk.

 

“Excuse me, but do you mind helping me a bit, young man?” She asked.

 

“Of course ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly. He rested his back on the ground and headed over to her. He felt someone grab his arm and a prick. He whirled but blacked out before seeing the face of his assailant.

 

 

Elizabeth

Elizabeth stood at the corner, trying to signal a cab. She waved energetically at the passing taxies but none stopped. She was very frustrated went a grey van finally pulled up.

 

“You need a taxi?” the driver asked.

 

“Finally!” She sighed explosively. She climbed in and shut the door. “456 Garden View Road place.”

 

“No problem,” the driver grinned. He turned in his chair and jabbed her with a needle.

 

“Wait! What are you doing!” she protested. “Are you crazy...” She said weakly as she faded. “Let...me...out...”

 

 

Fate

“Humph. Dragging me to America. I hate this country!” Fate muttered as she wandered down a street. She had just run away from her guards to show her frustration. It had the desired effect on them, if their facial expressions where anything to go by. But there was one complication. She got lost.

 

She had been wandering about for five minutes now. She made one conclusion; it was the guards fault she was lost. A grey van pulled up beside her.

 

“Mistress!” the driver called.

 

“Who are you?” She asked irritably.

 

“One of the security men. Place get in.” The door opened and a woman

on the backseat motioned to her. She climbed in. As she sat, she noticed four teens, three boys and a girl, on the backseat.

 

“What is this? Who are these...” her head spun as the woman pressed a cloth to her face.

 

“This is the last one for us. Let’s get back.”

 

“Of course,” the driver said. He shifted the van into gear and drove off.

 

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

This is an awesome Fan Fic, dude!

 

I will keep check on it for further development, and maybe submit a Char if you wanna! ^^

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

To preface my MySTing, I will offer this warning:

 

This fic is good. Don't get me wrong. I do like it, and it is interesting, even if Evil McVillainous isn't terrifically human. The writing style is much less minimalistic than most fanfics, and it doesn't seem to be wish-fulfillment. Good grammar and an interesting conspiracy... I like this.

 

That said, there is a concept utterly absent from this fic: subtlety. Therefore, in the not-too-distant future...

[spoiler=Mystery Science Ripoff 3892 — Episode 5: Biodigital Life, Prologue 1]

Team:

Ytidens — The powerfully Machiavellian "phantom conqueror" and tamer of Dreadmon. One of the only Digidestined ever to go rogue, he is now among the greatest threats to the Digital World.

Xanalyama Omega — Ytidens's childhood friend shares his brilliance and ambition. She's more inclined to fear and sadness than anger, though, and so willingly acts as the phantom conqueror's second-in-command.

Imperialdramon — The most powerful Digimon in existence and founder of the Royal Knights was quickly disillusioned with its commander Alphamon and his morals. He joined Ytidens trusting that a world under his rule would be a just one, adding serious shades of grey to the phantom conqueror's apparently vile crusade.

 

The professor gazed over the rows of glass pillars. Each filled with a special solution.

Omega: One percent evil, ninety-nine percent hot gas.

 

And in each pillar a strange creature floated in the solution.

Ytidens: Project F.

 

“Status report!”

 

“Professor, the trans-dimensional fluid’s composition

Imperialdramon: —will be completely unknown to the readers.

Ytidens: "Trans-dimensional fluid?"

Omega: Now this is a class!

 

has been perfected. We have 100% success

Ytidens: WHOA.

 

in mutating organic life into Bio-digital life

Omega: *researcher* "Of course, we've only done one test, but..."

 

and around 53% success in total conversion.”

Omega: *researcher* "Of course, we've only done two tests, but..."

 

“Hmmm,” The professor said concomitantly.

Imperialdramon: I do not think that means what you think it means.

 

He turned away from the scientists labouring

Omega: *researcher* "Push! Push!"

 

over computers and faced a large, black screen.

Ytidens: *professor* "This is so much more interesting than doing actual work."

 

“You heard the result for the experiment. What are your thoughts?”

Omega: *researcher* "I think we should conduct more tests, sir."

 

The screen flickered on. A pale skinned blond man

Imperialdramon: They're all evil.

 

wearing a blue suit sat in an ornate chair.

Ytidens: Quite.

 

A large gold bat was in place of a tie, a red bat-wing mask over his sharp eyes, thin blue lips stretched into a cruel smile.

Imperialdramon: We get it. He's evil.

Omega: You could've stopped at "pale-skinned blond."

 

He tapped his sharp

Imperialdramon: No need to beat us over the head with it, Evil McVillainous. We know you're quite vile.

 

gloved finger on the chair arm. “I am impressed with your progress with simpler minded organism.

Ytidens: *Evil McVillainous* "Now try it with organisms plural."

 

The quality and power of the mutated dogs and such

Omega: *Evil McVillainous* "Dogs, elephants, people, what's the difference?"

 

are indeed surprising,

Imperialdramon: *Evil McVillainous* "I didn't think they'd organize their own circus."

Ytidens: *Evil McVillainous* "Or that they'd feature as a short on MST3K."

 

especially considering the short time you took.”

Omega: *Evil McVillainous* "Usually it takes at least five minutes."

 

“I did it to please our lord.”

Ytidens: Glo-ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-ria / In excelsis deo...

 

“Of course.

Omega: *Evil McVillainous* "We're all fundy loons here."

 

But the master wants you to move to the next level.”

Imperialdramon: *Evil McVillainous* "He thinks 'even-a-rock-could-win' is a tad too easy."

Ytidens: *professor* "These are only college students, but I'll see what I can do. In the name of the Lord, of course."

 

“Sir?”

 

He grinned evilly.

Imperialdramon: WE. KNOW. THEY'RE. EVIL.

 

The screen darkened till only red eyes showed.

Imperialdramon: ...what? Why? There's no need to intimidate his subordinates.

Ytidens: *Evil McVillainous* "Crap, I forgot we weren't supposed to look stereotypically evil. Better switch to ominous monoliths with glowing red sigils."

 

Just before the screen winked out, he made a last comment.

Omega: *Evil McVillainous* "If you truly love the Lord, you'll know."

 

“He wants human test subjects.”

Ytidens: *professor* "Uh, sir? We're already using those."

 

The researchers and scientists sat in stunned silence. An instant later, the burst

Imperialdramon: What burst?

 

into an uproar.

Ytidens: ERROR 400: CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

“Human Subjects! Are they crazy?”

Omega: *researcher* "God only gave us dominion of the animals!"

 

“There is no way I will subject intelligent life to this procedure!”

Imperialdramon: Oh, so dogs aren't intelligent enough for you?

 

“Do you think that I want to be arrested? I have a family to worry about!”

Ytidens: Then what are you doing working for Evil McVillainous?!

 

“Besides, who would volunteer for such a thing?”

Imperialdramon: *professor* "You would."

 

The professor cocked an eyebrow. “Who said anything about ‘volunteers’?”

 

The uproar started again, with new fever.

Omega: Thirty-nine degrees! Start CPR!

Ytidens: CPR doesn't solve everything.

Omega: Madness!

 

“SILENCE!” the professor roared.

Imperialdramon: *professor* "We work for Evil McVillainous and the God of Israel! WE DON'T HAVE ETHICS!"

 

“We have undertaken this experiment with no legal funding or governmental permission.

Ytidens: *professor* "Your morals should be long gone."

 

Who do you think provides the money, supplies and the anonymity? It has been our digital friends. Lord Myotismon

All: ...

Imperialdramon: If you have a conscience, leave. Now.

 

has made sure that his servants increased the funds on all our accounts and arranged for our equipment and this work space.”

Ytidens: "And, most importantly, he supplied the peanuts."

 

He gestured and the large room they were in.

 

“Besides, hundreds of people go missing every year. If we are smart with this, no one will be able to trace it to us. We have unlimited resources available. We just need to use them to spread the acquisition across the country.”

Omega: The country of...

 

Be tapped

Imperialdramon: I prefer being able to take an action, thanks.

 

on the nearest keyboard and a map of the country appeared on the screen.

Ytidens: ERROR 400: CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

“Now, does anyone have suggestions for the target areas?”

Omega: *researcher* "How about this room, with people who are willing to carry out these experiments?"

Ytidens: Now that's an idea.

 

 

 

Learn something from this, and you will truly be a great author. That is a review, it's just ridiculously harsh.

[zaneko]

Thanks. Appreciate it. I'll try to reach the standards of Evil McVillainous. XD

[Nexev]

Really Myostimon? Again?

 

You become a main antagonist of ONE arc in the first season and next thing you know you are forced to be evil everywher you go, then a bunch of kids attack you.

 

Be nice to the vampires people, aim at the sparkly ones instead!

 

Also why did they decide to kidnap those kids.

 

Go to India or a crime district, kids disappear or die there all the time.

 

 

Steal a rich snob and somebody notices, somebody with influence.

[zaneko]

-Random choices, no real special reason. Myotismon just gave a list of target areas and they went and picked people.

 

I wanted an infestigation to go on. The one of the rich kids (fate) is snoppy and bratty so she'll feel bad if she sees her family is suffering from her disappearance. Dan's disappearence's cover will be revealed in the chapter one. Don't know when I'll finish it (final exams :cry: ) but...

 

And myotismon is not the real boss. fufufu

(I love that laugh)

[legendhiro]

this is pretty good. not standard digimon at all, which is refreshing. even i couldn't break away from the mold too much. i will be keeping tabs on this one for sure.

[The Warden]

Interesting concept, I've seen something along the lines of a biohybrid fic before. But I agree with Nexev, Myotismon is so overused that he has enough money to buy Transylvania. Even if he is a subordinate, him being classicaly evil just doesn't take the cake anymore.

[Nexev]

Actually no.

 

You see Myotismon gets money from their appearances in story's. Royalties of some sort.

 

As any person with a major in Fictional Life, Fan fics are like illegaly downloaded muic. A fictional character gets no money from it.

 

So please, stop using Myotismon Digimon fanfics. Do it for the economy.

 

This messages is brought to you by Nexevs Aganst Wrongful Vampire Portrayl. Aka NAWVP.

 

On a serious note this is actually a good fic.

 

Probably.

 

If it helps any I actually have a theory on why digimon need humans who stay at he sidelines and act like cheerleaders.

[The Warden]

......Blass you Nexev

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

[spoiler=Mystery Science Ripoff 3892 — Episode 6: Biodigital Life, Part II]

DAN

Ytidens: Dan Radcliffe in /Equus/.

 

Dan stared hard at his math test paper. The C minus stared back at him.

Imperialdramon: A staring contest with a piece of paper?

Omega: Five bucks on the C minus.

 

He sighed. No matter what he did, he could never get his math grade to improve.

Ytidens: Then, one day, he applied for Sylvan tutoring, and all his problems died.

 

He screamed at the sky

Omega: *Dan* "CURSE YOU, SKY, FOR GIVING ME BAD MATH GRADES!"

Imperialdramon: I think it has less to do with the sky and more to do with your refusal to study.

 

and shuffled of irritably, ignoring the strange looks of the other pedestrians.

Omega: *pedestrian* "What did the sky ever do to him?"

 

He mentally ran through his day’s to-do list. Clean, cook, wash and study.

Imperialdramon: Very descriptive.

 

Translation: work.

Ytidens: No frickin' duh.

 

It was like this ever since his parents left the country

Imperialdramon: —to work for a mysterious blond benefactor named McVillainous.

 

to work in on the other side of the world, leaving him to attend school.

Omega: Now, see, why did he do that? He could have gone to Forks with his other parents instead.

 

Why had he refused the butler and maid his parents offered?

All: ...

Ytidens: Because he's a bleeding moron, that's why!

 

And nothing exciting ever happened to him.

Omega: He's a test subject.

 

He didn’t even have a girlfriend to invite over,

Imperialdramon: If he'd kept the butler and maid, he'd have a much easier time procuring a girlfriend, methinks.

 

just a group of manga, anime and video game addicted friends.

Ytidens: 'Ey. It could always be worse.

 

He stared up at the sky.

Omega: *Dan* "Hey, sorry for yelling at you earlier. Wanna have a staring contest? I almost beat my C- today..."

 

Whoever’s up there in the sky, send me some excitement please,

Ytidens: You're getting it in the form of painful experiments. Don't worry.

 

he prayed silently.

 

He continued shuffling home when he felt a bug bite his neck.

Omega: The looooooooooooove bug.

 

He swatted at it quickly.

Imperialdramon: That didn't work, and he died.

 

The world started to get fuzzy.

Imperialdramon: *Dan* "Since when did grass keep me totally warm and give me the freedom to use my hands?"

 

Everything went out of focus and his legs started to wobbled.

Ytidens: ERROR 400 - CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

As he lost control of his limbs, made out the fuzzy shapes of a man and a woman.

Imperialdramon: *pedestrian* Dare you to make out with the fuzzy people.

Ytidens: *Dan* Doing it now.

Omega: *dons a Snuggie*

 

“Are you alright?”

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzyman* "I have notoriously bad breath, I know..."

 

Their voices seemed to echo in his head and sounded strange.

Omega: *Dan* "I knew I was empty-headed, but..."

 

“Let me take you to the hospital.”

Ytidens: Great cover story, scientists. You sound so believable.

Imperialdramon: You and your genetically engineered bugs.

 

Two strong but rough hands hauled him to a van.

Omega: It's a minivan, Dan. Narrate once you regain consciousness.

 

He heard the door slam as his vision darkened.

Ytidens: *Dan* "This is definitely... a van... and not a minivan, bus, or ambulance... a Dan-van..."

 

“We have him,” he heard as his consciousness faded.

Ytidens: I think we saw that one coming about halfway through the piece.

 

 

Kevin

Omega: And now for something completely different.

 

“Great game Kevin!” his coach yelled happily, pounding him on the back.

Ytidens: No kidding.

Imperialdramon: This guy isn't exactly unfulfilled.

 

“That last touchdown was golden!

Imperialdramon: *coach* "You'll have to figure out why yourself, though."

 

We’ll win the cup easily if you keep this up!”

 

“Coach, stop, the entire team worked hard,” Kevin protested.

Ytidens: Funny how the only people who realize this are the ones who inadvertently mask it.

Omega: Truth in television, ne?

 

The other team members bounced him around a bit.

Imperialdramon: It'd help if they weren't all fanboys, though.

 

“Your way too modest!” they laughed.

Omega: *teammates* "Our way much better for fame fortune!"

 

“Seriously guys, stop,” Kevin said, pushing them away with a smile.

Ytidens: Oh, so I guess he's concealing some inner tragedy, too.

Imperialdramon: This isn't Mohiro Kitoh, Ytidens.

Ytidens: How do we know?

 

He glanced at the giant clock on the tower across the street.

Omega: Then, fulfilling the nightmares of many a six-year-old who mistakenly played "Epic Mickey," it ate him.

 

“Guys, I got to go. My Dad’s getting home a bit late today and I have to watch my sister.”

Ytidens: See? Told you he had a tragedy on his hands. An abusive father can hurt.

Omega: Really, Kayne-kun, it said "late."

 

He waved and ran off.

 

As he jogged down the road, a couple by a van called him over.

Imperialdramon: The collectors arrive again.

 

“Hello, that was a great play you made!”

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "I dunno why, though."

 

The man smiled. “I’m Mr Smith from the district’s school board.

Imperialdramon: *Kevin* "Suuuure."

 

I was impressed with you performance.

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "I dunno why, though."

 

Do you need a lift home?”

Omega: *Fuzzyman* "If you say yes, we'll take you to our lab. If not, we'll take you anyway, but we thought it'd be nice if we pretended to ask permission first."

 

“No, that’s ok,” Kevin replied.

Ytidens: *Kevin* "I don't feel like getting kidnapped today."

 

“No, we insist,” the woman said cheerfully.

Omega: *Fuzzy Girl* "Here, get in the van with the strangers..."

 

She guided him to the van and seated him.

Imperialdramon: When we say "guide," we mean "threw," and when we say "seated," we mean "restrained."

 

In a quick movement, she injected something in his arm.

Ytidens: Specifically, an evil bug.

 

He keeled over, unconscious.

 

“This is getting to me,” She said, mopping her brow.

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzywoman* "These ethics-removal sessions aren't going too great for me. I'm starting to have scruples about kidnapping and drugging random kids with unspeakable life tragedies off the street."

Omega: Not you, too!

 

“What if we get caught?”

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "Then no more Myotismon-brand peanuts for us."

 

“Don’t worry,” the man said as he climbed in the driver’s seat, “Only a few more for us to do.”

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzyman* "Two down, one hundred six to go."

 

 

Ken

Ytidens: The other Digimon Emperor arrives.

 

Ken slowly climbed down the library steps, his messenger bag filled with borrowed books.

Omega: His messenger bag, incidentally, was barely as big as his hand.

 

“Good. I will be able to last the weekend with these,” he mumbled to himself.

Imperialdramon: *Ken* "Three little pamphlets and a few Bible quotes'll do."

 

He headed towards the bus stop that would take him home. As he passed an alley,

Omega: —two fuzzy people jumped out and kidnapped him, and a clock ate him for good measure.

 

he noticed a lady trying to get a large bag into her trunk.

Ytidens: She looked oddly fuzzy, for some reason.

 

“Excuse me, but do you mind helping me a bit, young man?” She asked.

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzywoman* "I need to kidnap people to perform illegal experiments on, you see...

 

“Of course ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly. He rested his back on the ground and headed over to her.

Omega: That sounds like a rather awkward way to travel.

Ytidens: *Ken* "Why, sure, I'll help you! First I lie on my back, then I crawl like an inchworm head-first towards you..."

 

He felt someone grab his arm and a prick.

Imperialdramon: The grabber's prick, to be precise.

Ytidens: Joy. Non-penetrating rape and illegal experiments. Isn't he having a good day?

Omega: DO NOT WANT

 

He whirled but blacked out before seeing the face of his assailant.

Imperialdramon: He managed to catch some fuzz, though.

 

 

Elizabeth

Ytidens: So far we have a famous actor, Fred's arch-nemesis, the other Digimon Emperor, and a famous queen who was far less insane than history painted her. Who next?

Omega: Chuck Norris?

 

Elizabeth stood at the corner,

Omega: It was a very nondescript corner.

 

trying to signal a cab. She waved energetically at the passing taxies but none stopped.

Imperialdramon: *cabbie* "Sorry, we're too busy picking up men."

 

She was very frustrated went a grey van finally pulled up.

Yddisac: ERROR 400 — CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

“You need a taxi?” the driver asked.

Omega: It was a very fuzzy driver, she noted.

Yddisac: Odd how many holes this plan has, isn't it?

 

“Finally!” She sighed explosively.

Imperialdramon: Mysteriously, the fuzzy evil scientist survived the horrible sigh explosion. Obviously, the evil bug survived as well.

 

She climbed in and shut the door. “456 Garden View Road place.”

Omega: New website for all things verb and cuddly: VERB OVERLOAD!

 

“No problem,” the driver grinned.

Ytidens: *driver* "Heeeere's Johnny!"

 

He turned in his chair and jabbed her with a needle.

Omega: Oh, so it wasn't a bug after all.

 

“Wait! What are you doing!” she protested. “Are you crazy...” She said weakly as she faded. “Let...me...out...”

Ytidens: Finally, someone protests.

Imperialdramon: She was no match for the ridiculously fast-acting Myotismon-brand anæsthetic, however.

 

Fate

Ytidens: Some grand finale — we finish off with the most blatantly lesbian fictional character who hasn't actually come out ever written!

 

“Humph. Dragging me to America. I hate this country!” Fate muttered as she wandered down a street.

Omega: She acts more like Kaere Kimura, though.

 

She had just run away from her guards to show her frustration.

Imperialdramon: Spoiled rotten, rich jabroni, and one nakama away from an anvilicious aesop about friendship and appreciation of the world around her.

Ytidens: Someone's been abusing TVTropes...

Omega: He's right, though.

 

It had the desired effect on them, if their facial expressions where anything to go by.

Omega: Their clothes, however, argued something completely different.

 

But there was one complication. She got lost.

Ytidens: Oh, and she's vulnerable to fuzzy, syringe-wielding kidnapper scientists.

 

She had been wandering about for five minutes now. She made one conclusion; it was the guards fault she was lost.

Imperialdramon: She's just been introduced and we already know she'll either be broken or friended into someone completely different.

 

A grey van pulled up beside her.

Ytidens: It was a very fuzzy grey van.

 

“Mistress!” the driver called.

 

“Who are you?” She asked irritably.

Imperialdramon: Random caps are bad.

Ytidens: "Okay, I know you're not one of my guards."

 

“One of the security men. Place get in.” The door opened and a woman

Omega: A fuzzy woman, to be precise.

 

on the backseat motioned to her. She climbed in.

All: ...

Imperialdramon: WHY.

Ytidens: You go to all the trouble of running away, and then you yield to the first fuzzy van you see?

Omega: Well, she is lost, and kind of an idiot.

 

As she sat, she noticed four teens, three boys and a girl, on the backseat.

Ytidens: *Fate* "Gasp! Other people!"

 

“What is this? Who are these...” her head spun as the woman pressed a cloth to her face.

Omega: Oh, so they're using multiple weapons.

Imperialdramon: So it was a mutant super-bug after all...

 

“This is the last one for us. Let’s get back.”

Ytidens: *Fuzzywoman* "Hopefully, they'll have the other hundred and three."

 

“Of course,” the driver said. He shifted the van into gear and drove off.

 

 

This was really more an exercise in running gags for me than a criticism of you, but it does get the job done. Anyway, to distill the review, you're still completely without subtlety, and in this bit especially, we could do with a lot more setting placement. Be sure to proofread very carefully as well; I shouldn't have to give you any ERRORS 400.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

[spoiler=Mystery Science Ripoff 3892 — Episode 6: Biodigital Life, Part II]

DAN

Ytidens: Dan Radcliffe in /Equus/.

 

Dan stared hard at his math test paper. The C minus stared back at him.

Imperialdramon: A staring contest with a piece of paper?

Omega: Five bucks on the C minus.

 

He sighed. No matter what he did, he could never get his math grade to improve.

Ytidens: Then, one day, he applied for Sylvan tutoring, and all his problems died.

 

He screamed at the sky

Omega: *Dan* "CURSE YOU, SKY, FOR GIVING ME BAD MATH GRADES!"

Imperialdramon: I think it has less to do with the sky and more to do with your refusal to study.

 

and shuffled of irritably, ignoring the strange looks of the other pedestrians.

Omega: *pedestrian* "What did the sky ever do to him?"

 

He mentally ran through his day’s to-do list. Clean, cook, wash and study.

Imperialdramon: Very descriptive.

 

Translation: work.

Ytidens: No frickin' duh.

 

It was like this ever since his parents left the country

Imperialdramon: —to work for a mysterious blond benefactor named McVillainous.

 

to work in on the other side of the world, leaving him to attend school.

Omega: Now, see, why did he do that? He could have gone to Forks with his other parents instead.

 

Why had he refused the butler and maid his parents offered?

All: ...

Ytidens: Because he's a bleeding moron, that's why!

 

And nothing exciting ever happened to him.

Omega: He's a test subject.

 

He didn’t even have a girlfriend to invite over,

Imperialdramon: If he'd kept the butler and maid, he'd have a much easier time procuring a girlfriend, methinks.

 

just a group of manga, anime and video game addicted friends.

Ytidens: 'Ey. It could always be worse.

 

He stared up at the sky.

Omega: *Dan* "Hey, sorry for yelling at you earlier. Wanna have a staring contest? I almost beat my C- today..."

 

Whoever’s up there in the sky, send me some excitement please,

Ytidens: You're getting it in the form of painful experiments. Don't worry.

 

he prayed silently.

 

He continued shuffling home when he felt a bug bite his neck.

Omega: The looooooooooooove bug.

 

He swatted at it quickly.

Imperialdramon: That didn't work, and he died.

 

The world started to get fuzzy.

Imperialdramon: *Dan* "Since when did grass keep me totally warm and give me the freedom to use my hands?"

 

Everything went out of focus and his legs started to wobbled.

Ytidens: ERROR 400 - CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

As he lost control of his limbs, made out the fuzzy shapes of a man and a woman.

Imperialdramon: *pedestrian* Dare you to make out with the fuzzy people.

Ytidens: *Dan* Doing it now.

Omega: *dons a Snuggie*

 

“Are you alright?”

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzyman* "I have notoriously bad breath, I know..."

 

Their voices seemed to echo in his head and sounded strange.

Omega: *Dan* "I knew I was empty-headed, but..."

 

“Let me take you to the hospital.”

Ytidens: Great cover story, scientists. You sound so believable.

Imperialdramon: You and your genetically engineered bugs.

 

Two strong but rough hands hauled him to a van.

Omega: It's a minivan, Dan. Narrate once you regain consciousness.

 

He heard the door slam as his vision darkened.

Ytidens: *Dan* "This is definitely... a van... and not a minivan, bus, or ambulance... a Dan-van..."

 

“We have him,” he heard as his consciousness faded.

Ytidens: I think we saw that one coming about halfway through the piece.

 

 

Kevin

Omega: And now for something completely different.

 

“Great game Kevin!” his coach yelled happily, pounding him on the back.

Ytidens: No kidding.

Imperialdramon: This guy isn't exactly unfulfilled.

 

“That last touchdown was golden!

Imperialdramon: *coach* "You'll have to figure out why yourself, though."

 

We’ll win the cup easily if you keep this up!”

 

“Coach, stop, the entire team worked hard,” Kevin protested.

Ytidens: Funny how the only people who realize this are the ones who inadvertently mask it.

Omega: Truth in television, ne?

 

The other team members bounced him around a bit.

Imperialdramon: It'd help if they weren't all fanboys, though.

 

“Your way too modest!” they laughed.

Omega: *teammates* "Our way much better for fame fortune!"

 

“Seriously guys, stop,” Kevin said, pushing them away with a smile.

Ytidens: Oh, so I guess he's concealing some inner tragedy, too.

Imperialdramon: This isn't Mohiro Kitoh, Ytidens.

Ytidens: How do we know?

 

He glanced at the giant clock on the tower across the street.

Omega: Then, fulfilling the nightmares of many a six-year-old who mistakenly played "Epic Mickey," it ate him.

 

“Guys, I got to go. My Dad’s getting home a bit late today and I have to watch my sister.”

Ytidens: See? Told you he had a tragedy on his hands. An abusive father can hurt.

Omega: Really, Kayne-kun, it said "late."

 

He waved and ran off.

 

As he jogged down the road, a couple by a van called him over.

Imperialdramon: The collectors arrive again.

 

“Hello, that was a great play you made!”

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "I dunno why, though."

 

The man smiled. “I’m Mr Smith from the district’s school board.

Imperialdramon: *Kevin* "Suuuure."

 

I was impressed with you performance.

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "I dunno why, though."

 

Do you need a lift home?”

Omega: *Fuzzyman* "If you say yes, we'll take you to our lab. If not, we'll take you anyway, but we thought it'd be nice if we pretended to ask permission first."

 

“No, that’s ok,” Kevin replied.

Ytidens: *Kevin* "I don't feel like getting kidnapped today."

 

“No, we insist,” the woman said cheerfully.

Omega: *Fuzzy Girl* "Here, get in the van with the strangers..."

 

She guided him to the van and seated him.

Imperialdramon: When we say "guide," we mean "threw," and when we say "seated," we mean "restrained."

 

In a quick movement, she injected something in his arm.

Ytidens: Specifically, an evil bug.

 

He keeled over, unconscious.

 

“This is getting to me,” She said, mopping her brow.

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzywoman* "These ethics-removal sessions aren't going too great for me. I'm starting to have scruples about kidnapping and drugging random kids with unspeakable life tragedies off the street."

Omega: Not you, too!

 

“What if we get caught?”

Ytidens: *Fuzzyman* "Then no more Myotismon-brand peanuts for us."

 

“Don’t worry,” the man said as he climbed in the driver’s seat, “Only a few more for us to do.”

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzyman* "Two down, one hundred six to go."

 

 

Ken

Ytidens: The other Digimon Emperor arrives.

 

Ken slowly climbed down the library steps, his messenger bag filled with borrowed books.

Omega: His messenger bag, incidentally, was barely as big as his hand.

 

“Good. I will be able to last the weekend with these,” he mumbled to himself.

Imperialdramon: *Ken* "Three little pamphlets and a few Bible quotes'll do."

 

He headed towards the bus stop that would take him home. As he passed an alley,

Omega: —two fuzzy people jumped out and kidnapped him, and a clock ate him for good measure.

 

he noticed a lady trying to get a large bag into her trunk.

Ytidens: She looked oddly fuzzy, for some reason.

 

“Excuse me, but do you mind helping me a bit, young man?” She asked.

Imperialdramon: *Fuzzywoman* "I need to kidnap people to perform illegal experiments on, you see...

 

“Of course ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly. He rested his back on the ground and headed over to her.

Omega: That sounds like a rather awkward way to travel.

Ytidens: *Ken* "Why, sure, I'll help you! First I lie on my back, then I crawl like an inchworm head-first towards you..."

 

He felt someone grab his arm and a prick.

Imperialdramon: The grabber's prick, to be precise.

Ytidens: Joy. Non-penetrating rape and illegal experiments. Isn't he having a good day?

Omega: DO NOT WANT

 

He whirled but blacked out before seeing the face of his assailant.

Imperialdramon: He managed to catch some fuzz, though.

 

 

Elizabeth

Ytidens: So far we have a famous actor, Fred's arch-nemesis, the other Digimon Emperor, and a famous queen who was far less insane than history painted her. Who next?

Omega: Chuck Norris?

 

Elizabeth stood at the corner,

Omega: It was a very nondescript corner.

 

trying to signal a cab. She waved energetically at the passing taxies but none stopped.

Imperialdramon: *cabbie* "Sorry, we're too busy picking up men."

 

She was very frustrated went a grey van finally pulled up.

Yddisac: ERROR 400 — CRITICAL SYNTAX ERROR

 

“You need a taxi?” the driver asked.

Omega: It was a very fuzzy driver, she noted.

Yddisac: Odd how many holes this plan has, isn't it?

 

“Finally!” She sighed explosively.

Imperialdramon: Mysteriously, the fuzzy evil scientist survived the horrible sigh explosion. Obviously, the evil bug survived as well.

 

She climbed in and shut the door. “456 Garden View Road place.”

Omega: New website for all things verb and cuddly: VERB OVERLOAD!

 

“No problem,” the driver grinned.

Ytidens: *driver* "Heeeere's Johnny!"

 

He turned in his chair and jabbed her with a needle.

Omega: Oh, so it wasn't a bug after all.

 

“Wait! What are you doing!” she protested. “Are you crazy...” She said weakly as she faded. “Let...me...out...”

Ytidens: Finally, someone protests.

Imperialdramon: She was no match for the ridiculously fast-acting Myotismon-brand anæsthetic, however.

 

Fate

Ytidens: Some grand finale — we finish off with the most blatantly lesbian fictional character who hasn't actually come out ever written!

 

“Humph. Dragging me to America. I hate this country!” Fate muttered as she wandered down a street.

Omega: She acts more like Kaere Kimura, though.

 

She had just run away from her guards to show her frustration.

Imperialdramon: Spoiled rotten, rich jabroni, and one nakama away from an anvilicious aesop about friendship and appreciation of the world around her.

Ytidens: Someone's been abusing TVTropes...

Omega: He's right, though.

 

It had the desired effect on them, if their facial expressions where anything to go by.

Omega: Their clothes, however, argued something completely different.

 

But there was one complication. She got lost.

Ytidens: Oh, and she's vulnerable to fuzzy, syringe-wielding kidnapper scientists.

 

She had been wandering about for five minutes now. She made one conclusion; it was the guards fault she was lost.

Imperialdramon: She's just been introduced and we already know she'll either be broken or friended into someone completely different.

 

A grey van pulled up beside her.

Ytidens: It was a very fuzzy grey van.

 

“Mistress!” the driver called.

 

“Who are you?” She asked irritably.

Imperialdramon: Random caps are bad.

Ytidens: "Okay, I know you're not one of my guards."

 

“One of the security men. Place get in.” The door opened and a woman

Omega: A fuzzy woman, to be precise.

 

on the backseat motioned to her. She climbed in.

All: ...

Imperialdramon: WHY.

Ytidens: You go to all the trouble of running away, and then you yield to the first fuzzy van you see?

Omega: Well, she is lost, and kind of an idiot.

 

As she sat, she noticed four teens, three boys and a girl, on the backseat.

Ytidens: *Fate* "Gasp! Other people!"

 

“What is this? Who are these...” her head spun as the woman pressed a cloth to her face.

Omega: Oh, so they're using multiple weapons.

Imperialdramon: So it was a mutant super-bug after all...

 

“This is the last one for us. Let’s get back.”

Ytidens: *Fuzzywoman* "Hopefully, they'll have the other hundred and three."

 

“Of course,” the driver said. He shifted the van into gear and drove off.

 

 

This was really more an exercise in running gags for me than a criticism of you, but it does get the job done. Anyway, to distill the review, you're still completely without subtlety, and in this bit especially, we could do with a lot more setting placement. Be sure to proofread very carefully as well; I shouldn't have to give you any ERRORS 400.

[zaneko]

After a parental ban on the net and finishing my first four exams, chapter one is finally done. *wipes forehead and collapses in chair*

 

Here's Chapter Two too.

 

Enjoy :D

 

[spoiler=[b]Chapter One- Hello Science fiction, Goodbye Normal Life[/b]]

 

Dan woke up lying on a cold metal surface. He was still woozy and his vision was a bit blurred. He tried to get up, but his limbs were too stiff to move well and his whole body felt strange, as if a lot of things were poking and sticking him. As he slowly shifted into a more upright position, he heard voices. Blinking weakly, he made out the form of four people standing in front of a pale blue background.

 

“He is coming around,” one said. “His readings are stabilizing. We can begin now.”

 

“Excellent,” another said calmly. He made some adjustments to the panel before him and cylinder of glass rose from the ground, meeting with a metallic disk that was mounted on three poles that were around Dan. The glass sealed shut with a whump and a hiss of air.

 

Dan started to panic. He rose unsteadily to his feet, the adrenaline pumping through his body and clearing his fuzzy senses. He realized that the strange poking feeling he had been getting was from the wires and tubes stuck into his body. He stared in shock at them. They were about half a centimetre thick and had a metallic ring where they entered his skin. There were at least a dozen on each arm and leg and he felt more on his back and neck. He was also naked. But at the moment, that didn’t concern him. What concerned him was the source of the faint pale blue light he saw earlier.

 

It was coming from outer glass tubes. Rows and rows of them. He could make out people floating in them. Naked as her was, with tubes and wires in their body. Some of them were thrashing about, trying to escape. But most were curled up in ball, as if they were resigned to their fate. Dan pounded on the glass in fright. One of the men smiled and walked over to him.

 

“What’s going on! Who are you?” He yelled as he pounded the glass.

 

“Quite the lively one, aren’t you,” He chuckled. His voice was a bit muffled and distorted, coming through the glass. “Begin the filling process.”

 

“Right away, Professor!” the man behind a consol said. He flipped some switches and faintly glowing, pale blue liquid started to rise in the tube. It flowed in from pipes in the base as well as from holes in the top. Dan was frantic. His pounding increased.

 

“Let me out! I’ll drown!” Dan screamed.

 

The professor simply smiled. The liquid had reached his neck. He kicked of the base, hoping to tread the liquid, but he got a face full of the liquid as he kicked right into one of the streams from the top. He gagged on it and was forced back under the liquid. He tried holding his breath, but knew he didn’t have enough air to last. He tried to get to the top, but the liquid had beaten him to it and the vents that were letting out the air had closed. He drifted back down in the tube.

 

“What’s the matter?” the professor mocked. “Breath boy, breath!”

 

Dan stubbornly refused. He struggled against his body’s natural reflex to breath but he wasn’t winning. Finally, his lungs couldn’t take the strain and his brain ordered a breath. The liquid rushed down his throat and filled his lungs. He gagged reflexively, but that only allowed more liquid to get in. He struggled then suddenly realized that he could breath! He took a tentative breath. Liquid rushed in through his nostrils. It felt wet and wrong somehow but he was getting oxygen.

 

“See,” the Professor said. “I told you to breath.” He chuckled. Dan was starting to settle down a bit, despite the fact that he was in a tube. Until the Professor continue that is. “I do try to take good care of by test subjects.” His eyes darkened and became cold. “That way, I can eliminate mistreatment as the cause of a complication or the death of a test subject.”

 

Dan’s fear resurfaced. He started to ask questions again but the old man cut him off.

 

“Don’t talk. The inner mic is off. Besides, we need to start.” With that, he walked away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dan was the last human test subject to be prepared. Kevin, Ken, Elizabeth and Fate had all already undergone the treatment and were floating in their own tubes. The Professor strolled calmly up to the main area and faced the screen.

 

“Make the connection,” he said calmly. A technician nodded and tapped hurriedly on the keyboard before him. The large screen in front of the professor flashed on and revealed large golden brown conference table. Several beings sat around it. The Myotismon from before was there but he was accompanied by five others.

 

There were three angels and two demoness. Two of the angels were males in armour. The larger one had bulkier armour and 10 gold wings. His armour was blue and gold and he had a gold cross in place of a face plate on his helmet. The other had a pointed helm and less wings, that were white instead of gold. The female was also in armour that resembled that of the bulkier male but it was a bare at her midriff and she had a spear in her hand and a shield with a dragons head embossed on it at her side. The demoness wore a somewhat tattered black garb and had a scarf with a widely grinning, if somewhat evil looking, face on one end.

 

“Masters MagnaAngemon, Dominimon and Ophanimon. To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?” he Professor asked.

 

“Simply put,” Myotismon answered, “I am being promoted. Your facility has made amazing progress with the experiments and the other facilities are benefiting as well. Our lord was pleased enough to appoint me an administrative position in the capital.”

 

“That and popular demand,” one of the Ladydevimon purred. “Several other Myotismon, Devimon and their supporters claimed that having him as the head for your facility was racist and stereotypic. Others just thought that he would be better as a noble man.” She ran a hand over his chest. “Isn’t that right, tall, pale and handsome?”

 

“Ho ho,” he chuckled. “And I wonder who my biggest supporter was?” He held her chin and lightly kissed her. She returned it with passion. After a few moments, Ophanimon cleared her throat. “Ah, yes!” Myotismon said quickly. “Our lord has decided to make this facility the head of all the others. Your new supervisors are these there. ” The angels nodded as Myotismon gestured at them.

 

“As it, however,” Ophanimon continued. “You are the first of the seven main facilities worldwide that is ready to convert humans. Because we don’t have time for a big ceremony (reorganizing is a pain), we will just have you mutate transfer the test subjects. We have the facilities ready for them here, including mind cards to control them adequately. ”

 

“I would expect nothing less, Mistress Ophanimon,” the Professor smiled. He turned. “I regret not being able to present my speech...”

 

“Thank goodness,” one of the technicians muttered.

 

“...but we will continue none the less.” He continued, unaware. He turned back to the screen. “We have already assigned the base data to each subject. We just need the verification for the dimensional pulse and that the portal is locked on. Since this is the first human test, I would rather not take any chances,” he stated.

 

“Of course,” Ophanimon nodded. She looked of screen and called for someone. “Datamon! Andromon! Your presence is required!” In a few moments, two robots walked up. One resembled a pale blue skinned android with a somewhat zombieish look to him and the other was a short four legged, long tentacle armed robot with a crackled glass dome over his otherwise exposed cybernetic brain. Ophanimon nodded at them.

“Are the preparations complete? The professor would like to execute the experiment.”

 

“Yes they are, Mistress. He need only push the button,” Datamon replied, rubbing his stubby four fingered hands together.

 

“Excellent.” The professor said. He signalled the technicians. They started the procedure. It was much more than ‘pressing a button’ and Datamon knew that well. After all, he helped build it during his stay in the human world. The professor examined the room as the technicians worked. There were more than just humans in the room. Several Vademon and Gaurdromon operated the consules. A dozen metalkoromon were plugged into machines, monitoring the cycles of power, provided not only by the city, put a Raidramon, a couple Kabutarimon and a Thunderballmon.

 

Around the room, the faintly glowing liquid in the tubes brightened as they created a pseudo-digital zone. The strange grey, silver and black sparkling energy flowed tubes connected to the humans inside the tubes and then into them. The room was soon filled with the screams of the agonized test subjects. The professor made a jotting in his notebook. The DNA and BCP (base code program, digimon DNA) intergration and splicing appears to be much more painful in humans than in animals. Maybe it has something to do with the degree of free will? Most do more research. A soft sigh of pleasure and an evil crackle came from behind him. He smiled and smoothed his moustache. He knew those two sounds and there owners. And where ever those two were...

“Witchmon, Gothilimon, MaidMoemon, How are you?” He turned and smiled at them. Of the three, only Witchmon was a real digimon. Gothilimon and MaidMoemon were both biohybrids. Their human forms were two girls from an orphanage.

 

“For the last time, just call me Debra!” Gothilimon, Debra, scowled. She was in gothic loli dress with small bat wings on her back. A deep purple line ran down from eye and she had purple lipstick and nails. The grabbed Maidmoemon by the shoulders and shook her. “Hey, Twerp, you want the senile old man calling you that?”

 

“Stop!” Maidmoemon protested shyly. She was a very quiet girl. Debra, on the other hand, was a wild tomboyish one. She shook Maidmoemon one last time.

 

“Please call me Mae,” MaidMoemon said quietly, with a slight bow.. She was in a maids outfit and had glasses and cat ears on her head.

 

“You’re too damn nice,” Debra grumbled. Witchmon said nothing. “Hey, Old-man, how long ‘till the process’s done?”

 

“About three hours for the subjects DNA to combine with the BCD. The traits will assert themselves during the transfer.” He smirked slightly. “You and Witchmon can enjoy your strange interest for a while.” Debra stepped on his foot.

 

“Don’t worry about what others think, Debra,” Witchmon smiled. She looked over the tubes and their pain strickened occupants, her eyes closed in appreciation. “There is nothing wrong with enjoying the pain of others.”

 

In a Secret Location of the Digital World

 

“Dianamon-sama! Dianamon-sama! The Neos Empire has started the process to transfer their experiment subjects!” a patamon cried as he flew into the room.

 

“Already?” Dianamon frowned. Before the Neos empire started their campaign, they defeated the Demon lords and made sure to seal all the major groups of megas in there rookie or in-training forms or convert them to their side. Even worse, Megidramon somehow joined their side. Only a few of the Ruling megas managed to escape and each one headed a branch of resistance group, New Dawn.

“Don’t worry patamon,” She said sternly. “Have HiAndromon and his team set about isolating and intercepting the one with the strongest will immediately. Tell piximon to transfer Calumon and Shaomon to the divergence point as soon as he can!”

 

“Right away Heika!” Patamon flew back out the door, leaving Dianamon to mull over her thoughts.

 

“As much as I would like to handle this on my own,” she said out loud, “The seals placed on me and all the others limits our power to much.” She wandered over to her window and gazed out of it. “I will have to use Neos empires potential soldiers against them.” A single tear fell down her cheek and she bite her lip hard. Forgive me for forcing this on you.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Vademon, monitor the data flow and the stream, notify us when it reaches critical,” HiAndromon instructed. “Gaurdromons! Make sure the program is secure and ready to be deployed! ExMekanorimon, keep check on the couplings, transducers and emitters. It will be pointless if the machine breaks down now!”

 

“HiAndromon, Sir! The data flow’s bulk has peaked and the stream’s signal has stabalized! It appears the transfer has began!” Vademon cried out.

 

“Begin the interception!”

 

 

On Earth

“Professor, we are beginning the transfer process.”

 

“Exellent,” he said softly. He examined the console closest to him. The technician operating it stiffened. Ignoring him, the professor tapped in a command . The tubes glow increased. The people inside began shining faintly. “You may begin the final steps.”

 

“Link established,” a Metalkoromon reported. “Data flow stabilizing. Bandwidth increasing steadily towards target of 50 million Terabytes. Beginning data streaming 5...4...3...2...1... mark!”

 

“Energizing stream!” a Vademon announced. Around the large room, the occupants of the tubes started voice their pain again. Their bodies began breaking apart into clouds of pixalated energy. The energy swirled in the tubes before pouring down the base of the tubes. The cables attached to the tubes glowed as the energy rushed through them.

 

“The data is transferring smoothly, Sir,” a gaurdromon reported. “No irregu... wait! The stream is begin hacked!” Heads turned and stared at the gaurdromon as if he had announced that the moon was falling.

 

“What!” The professor roared.

 

“It’s true sir!” a human technician confirmed. “Five data streams are being diverted from the main flow. We cannot trace the source of the hacking or the point that that the diverted streams are being rerouted to either.”

 

“What in the... What could be the cause of this?” The professor fumed.

 

“Calm yourself,” MagnaAngemon said a passive tone. “The perpetrators were most likely the resistance force New Dawn.”

 

“How can I remain calm after hearing that! They go against the will of our lord!” the Professor wailed. Debra punched him.

 

“Quiet old-man,” She growled. “Haven’t you ever had that empty feeling when you get something without working for it? It’s the concept. Besides, a little more active resistance will be fun.”

 

 

A Forest clearing in the Digital World. Otherwise, Dan

 

A swirling mass of silver and grey energy formed in the center of the clearing. It swirled faster and faster, collapsing on itself and forming a humanoid shape. The shape solidified into a human like teenage boy. The boy dropped onto the ground. He was still for a few minutes. He groaned and rolled over. He quickly raised a hand to block the bright light from the sun. He blinked and squirmed to avoid the direct sun rays shining through the gaps in the leaves.

 

Leaves? He couldn’t remember going to a park. He tried to remember what happened to him last. He recalled a test paper, heading home, a bug bite, then some very blurry and fuzzy looking people. And...and... And a lab! Waking up in a giant test tube! Almost drowning in glowing water and the strange tubes in his arms! He sat up quickly, then paused as his head spun a bit. He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie (when did he get dress? Last he remembered he was naked) put saw no marks. But his arm did look a bit... furry?

 

He rose to his feet, still a bit woozy. He took a step and stumbled. His arms waved wildly a bit and a tail lashed behind him as he tried to regain his balance. Wait... tail? He glanced behind him and, sure enough, he saw a light brown tail growing out of his pants. He gasped and, on a whim, tried moving it. It swished. He fell over in fright, hitting his head. He groaned and rubbed it, and found a pair of animal ears on top. He felt the sides of his head but his normal ears were gone. He screamed.

 

A flash of movement caught his eye. A small white creature drifted out of the trees towards him, floating on large, blue tipped ears. Its body was small, as was its three fingered hands, but its head seemed a bit big. Its legs, like its ears, were tipped in blue. A red triangle surrounded on the three sides with small black ones was on its forehead. Its green eyes shone brightly.

 

“Hiya!” It said happily. “I’m Calumon! But you can call me Cal or Cal-kun! What’s your name?”

 

“Ah, I’m Dan,” he replied. A talking plush toy. Not much stranger than growing a tail and animal ears... I guess.

 

“Hi Dan! Can I be your first friend here?” Cal asked.

 

“First off, where is here?”

 

“It’s the Great Western Forest.” Cal smiled. He drifted over and landed on Dan’s lap. “Oh yeah. Welcome to the Digital World!”

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=[b]Chapter Two- Welcome to the Digital world.[/b]]

 

“Digital World?” Dan asked, a bit confused. He gazed down at his clothes. He had a blues hoodie one with a grinning smiley face on the front. He also had on a pair of green baggy cargo pants and white sneakers with blue toes and green heels. Where he got them from, he had no idea.

 

“Yep!” Cal smiled happily. He drifted off Dan’s lap. “I’ll tell you all about it after we find the others.” He floated at a steady pace into the trees.

 

“Oi!” Dan called, “Wait up!” He scrambled to his feet and stumbled after Cal, his new tail making him a bit unstable. Cal flitted through the trees playfully, giggling as he did. Dan sighed as he caught up. “You aren’t taking this seriously, are you?”

 

“Why do you ask?” Cal blinked.

 

“Forget it,” Dan said, sighing again. He followed Cal for a few more meters when a series barks erupted from a group of trees to their left. Dan stopped. “What was that?”

 

“Yay! Shao must have found another one!” Cal flew over the source of the barks. Dan quickly followed. As he pushed through the trees, he spotted what looked like a strange puppy talking to a human boy. Strange because his cream body resembled a fuzzy egg and his tail, feet and ears were reddish. And there was that little issue of his talking. The human and the puppy looked up when Cal and Dan came over.

 

“Hello, I am Shao the Shaomon. Pleased to meet you,” the puppy said with a small smile.

 

“Yeah. I’m Dan, the guy not used to talking plushies,” Dan said with a straight face.

 

“I’m Calumon! Call me Cal or Cal-Kun!” Cal said grinning. Happy seemed to be his default mode. He landed on the other human’s head and leaned over to peer into his face. “What’s your name?”

 

“Kevin. Kevin Jones,” he looked up at Dan’s ears. “Cat ears? Are you another, ah, what was it, Digimon?”

 

“No,” Dan said while shaking his head. He looked more at Kevin again, taking in the small pair of red horns just inside his hairline. “If I didn’t wake up with these ears earlier, I wouldn’t believe you were human either.”

 

“Touché,” Kevin smiled. He rose to his feet. He was around the same height as Dan, but had a broader build than the skinny Dan did, so he was, overall, more intimidating. “You got any clue what’s going on?”

 

“Nope,” Dan stated.

 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Shao said, “but we need to locate the other chosen ones. We have tree more to find.”

 

“Chosen ones?” Dan asked. “That sounds cool.” He looked at Kevin and grinned. Kevin grinned back. They both burst out laughing. Soon they were supporting each other, gasping for air.

 

“Aww, they’re friends now,” Cal said happily.

 

“Those two are a bit too laid back for people who were transported to a strange world,” Shao muttered. He sniffed the air then bounded into the trees.

“I smell another human this way!” he called back. Cal flew after him with Dan and Kevin running behind, still gasping. Shao led them on mad dash through the forest. He came to an abrupt halt. “The other one is around here somewhere,” he muttered, snuffling through the grass. He growled at Kevin and Dan. “You look too!”

 

“Ok, Ok, were looking!” Dan waved at him. He poked around the bushes for a bit. As he searched, he glimpsed girl lying at the base of a tree through the bushes. “I think someone’s over here!” he called to the others. He pushed through the bushes to get to the figure. As he forced his way through, his hoodie caught on an branch for an instant and he stumbled forward, tripping over a tree root and landed with a yell over the girl’s body.

 

“What happened!” Kevin called, running over. Shao and Cal followed close behind. They slid to a halt at the sight. Kevin snickered and Shao sighed.

 

“Wow! They’re so friendly!” Cal smiled naively.

 

“Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!” Dan groaned as he tried to get up. He pushed against the ground to get leverage. The surface under his left hand has strangely soft and yielding though. He squeezed as he rubbed the dirt and leaves from his eyes. “Huh? What’s with the soft...” He glanced down and gulped as he realized that his hand wasn’t on the ground, but was on the girl’s breast! He stirred and opened her eyes.

 

“Where am I? What’s with the weight on my chest?” she said with a British ascent. He raised her head and noticed Dan and his offensive hand.

 

“Wait a minute!” Dan started, though not moving his hand. “This isn’t what it seems like! It was...GWAUU!”

 

“PERVERT!” she yelled, kicking him in the groin. Dan toppled over and rolled back and forth on the ground, moaning. The girl hastily got up and loomed over Dan. “Trying to take advantage of an innocently sleeping girl! You’re the worst!” She continued her rant for a while before Shao calmed her down and explained everything to her.

 

“Digimon, huh?” she said impassively. “And we’re in the Digital world? Like I’d believe crap like that. I am Fate Richards, the fifteen year old daughter of Duke Edward Richards. At first I thought this was a dream, but now I know that this is all a very elaborate kidnapping attempt. You cannot fool me.”

 

“Fine, then how do you explain the taking puppy?” Ken asked.

 

“Speaker in the collar,” she said bluntly.

 

“And his weird shape?” Ken pushed.

 

“Animatronics.”

 

“My horns and Dan’s tail and ears?”

 

“Make up and prosthetics.”

 

“And Cal?” Dan asked from the ground. She stared at Cal, who was looping and somersaulting through the air.

 

“Ah... Perverts have no right to speak!” she growled, stepping on his tail. Dan yelled and his ears twitched spastically. “Tails... hurt” he moaned. Kevin stifled his laugh and lifted him upright.

 

“See what you caused,” Kevin sighed. He yanked on Dan’s tail, gaining a series of groans in response. “We are as confused as you are, but this is real.” He positioned Dan’s head towards her. “You try.”

 

“Humph,” she sniffed. She started tugging at Dan’s ears, a bit hesitantly at first, but with increasing force as she realized that they weren’t fake. “Impossible. They are warm. And they really grow out of his head!” She flipped back his hair and to see if he had normal ears. He didn’t. “So, this is all real?” She slumped to the ground, still holding Dan’s ear.

 

“Enough!” he yelled, forcing himself from Kevin and Fate’s grip. He blew on his bruised tail and gently rubbed his sore ear. “Sheesh. You two are trying to kill me.”

 

With that cleared up, Shao led them towards the next humans he located. They moved at a much slower pace than before because Fate refused to move faster than a brisk walk. Shao and Fate where in front, Cal marching merrily beside them, and Dan and Kevin a bit behind. As they walked, Kevin whispered a question to Dan.

 

“Hey Dan, how did you find Fate’s breasts?” he asked quietly. “From angle, they looked small.”

 

“They are,” Dan replied. “Small and flat. She is a bit unde...” A shoe whacked him in the face. Another struck Kevin.

 

“Were you two perverts saying something?” she asked threateningly. A faint black aura blazed around her.

 

“No ma’am,” they replied. The aura faded and she walked away. Kevin swallowed. “What do you suppose that was?” he whispered. Dan shrugged and hurried to catch up with the others. They walked for a few more minutes when Shao stopped them. He sniffed the air uncertainly.

 

“A human is close,” he said, “but I can’t tell really.”

 

“What use are you them?” Fate asked. She cupped her hands in front of her mouth. “Hello! Is anyone here?”

 

“Yes!” the answer came back immediately. “We’ll be right there!” There was the sound of snapping bushes and crunching undergrowth and soon, two teens emerged. The boy was the shorter of the two. He looked Asian, probably Japanese, with short, straight black hair. The strangest thing was his eyes. The sclera was a bit yellow and his right eye was purple while the other was blue. He approached with a curious yet reserved expression on his face. The girl was blonde and wore a blue tank top with faded blue jeans. She was openly smiling and looked a bit relieved to see them.

 

“Thank God!” she said happily. “I was beginning to think that we were the only people around!” She ran forward and threw her hands around the closest person to her; Dan. Dan stumbled and almost fell over backwards. He took a couple steeps back to regain his balance. His ears perked up and he blushed as she nuzzled his neck, sighing contentedly.

 

“OK, that’s enough of that. No need to fuel his perversion,” Fate stated, pushing them apart. “Before that, who are you anyway?”

 

“Oh!” the girl said suddenly. “I’m Elizabeth McKnight. Age: 16. I was born in Britain, then moved to Japan for two years. I recently moved to America. You can call me Liz or Lizzie.”

 

“I am Ken Seto. Age: 15. I have been living I America for six years now. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

“Well then,” Shao nodded, “Welcome to the Digital world.”

 

“Wow! A cute talking puppy!” Elizabeth crooned. “You’re absolutely adorable!”

 

“Most people would be freaked out but the talking part,” Kevin sighed. Dan and Ken nodded in agreement.

 

“Can we get more information now, Shao?” Fate said, pulling him from Elizabeth’s protesting arms by his collar. “You promised to tell us when you found the last two humans. We found them, so spill.”

 

“Wait a bit!” Shao squirmed. “I did say that, but I’m not the one to tell you everything.”

 

“I’m not really following, but I take it that someone will explain what’s going on to use?” Ken asked.

 

“Yes,” Cal said. “That would be Dianamon. She gave Shao a metal thingie that would take us to her!”

 

“Say again?” Fate said.

 

“I just need everyone to touch the pendant on my collar,” Shao said. “It will take us to Dianamon’s castle.” They looked a bit doubtful but they complied. The pendant glowed. Particles of data swirled around them. The girls started to scream and it pulled them from the ground and sent them spiralling around the pendant. “Remain calm!” Shao instructed. He too was flying around. Cal was too, but he was enjoying it. “Get ready for a jolt!” Shao continued.

 

The pendant flashed and everyone was sucked towards it. There was a sudden lurch and they were dumped onto a hard, tiled surface. They had arrived in a room with slightly glowing walls. The walls were inscribed with strange symbols and several golden bands circled it. A pedestal like console stood by the doorway. Operating it was a tall man. He had tanned skin and wore a white toga. His stern eyes peered over a bushy white moustache and beard, and flowing, curls locks of white hair topped his head. On the back of his head was a gold mask.

 

“Welcome to Dianamon’s palace,” he said. “More specifically; the Gatehouse.”

 

“Thank you Janusmon,” Shao nodded. “And for the transport as well.”

 

“No problem,” Janusmon said dismissively. “Gates and portals are my job.”

 

“Janusmon? As in the Roman god of gates Janus?” Ken asked.

 

“Yes. That’s right,” he replied.

 

“Amazing!” Ken smiled. “How is that possible?”

 

“I would tell you, but I’m sure Dianamon would like the pleasure of telling everything herself.” He waved at the door and it opened to admit them. At Shao’s urging, the proceeded in. The door opened into a modest throne room. The walls had lines of symbols similar to the ones in the Gatehouse, though less numerous. Solemn centaur like knights were arranged around the room and large windows overlooked the forest surrounding the area. Directly opposite the door were a simple throne and several couches. An armoured woman stood by the throne. Her armour consisted blue and white pieces, several shaped like crescent moons. Her helmet was off, and she smiled at them.

 

“Welcome, Digidestined,” she said softly. “I am Dianamon. And, in a way, I am responsible for you being here.”

 

“WHAT!” the chorused.

 

“Please, settle down. Let me explain everything to you first. Have a seat.” She gestured at the couches. They begrudgingly sat. “Good. To start with, when I saud I was responsible for you being here, I meant that I ordered your beams to be removed from the bulk transfer the Professor arranged. The one really responsible for you being in the digital world is Doctor Isaac Ronalds.”

 

“Dr Ronalds?” Ken asked.

 

“Yes. He is one of several researches employed by the Neos Empire to operate from the human side. They are responsible for the creation of auxiliary or artificial troops. His original acheviement was the reproduction of the long lost biohybrid programs. More recently, he created a set of new, more powerful troops; the bio-digimon, also known as digimon-B.”

 

“Digimon-B?” Kevin asked. His confusion was clear. Not that any of the others fully understood either.

 

“A digimon is a digital monster,” Shao provided. “A bio-digimon is a biological digital monster. Normally, digimon increase their strength or advance to their next level after a long time spent slowly increasing their data. Legend tells, however, that humans can spontaneously force digivolution in digimon that they partner with. This is because of a humans will, spirit and heart powers, things that a digimon lack.”

 

“Correct,” Dianamon continued. “By overlaying a digimon’s data on a human base, that effect can be replicated and the resulting creature will be stronger than other digimons of the same level.” She paused. “On the other hand, by completely fusing a human with the data, the effect is replicated many times over.

“This was first done on animals, creating hordes of wild beasts that terrorised our lands. Now that the resistance has grown and many towns have banded together to for smaller resistances of their own, the Neos empire needs more powerful and more intelligent troops.”

 

“Humans,” Elizabeth said quietly.

 

“Correct,” Dianamon said solemnly. “Dr Ronalds’ facility, and several others, have been kidnapping humans all around the world to use as soldiers in this war, based on the analysis the Neos empire’s digimon researchers conducted.. That’s where you come in. Even though digimon-B are almost always more powerful than normal digimon, the power level depends on the humans personal abilities. You five are among the most powerful in terms of spirit.”

 

“You’re the chosen of the chosen!” Shao said proudly.

 

“And why does this not make me feel better?” Dan asked sarcastically. Shao averted his gaze.

 

“Dianamon, You mentioned that we are ‘digidestined.’ Just what does that mean?” Fate asked.

 

“To understand that,” Dianamon said with a slight smile, “We have to dip a bit into ancient history and geography.” She waved her hand in front of her and a globe fizzed into existence. “The digital world is where we are now. The most basic component of matter here are bits; the smallest fragments of data. It composes everything indigenous to the digital world.” Another globe appeared. This one was the familiar image of earth. “Your world, also known as the real or atomic world, is composed of atoms.

The digital world originated around the same time as the internet did. It soon developed into an alternate reality, with the internet being the bridge and wall between the two. Many digimon either developed naturally or formed from information deleted from the web. As the world developed, it’s time flow slipped in and out of sync with that of the atomic world’s flow. As a result, the digital world is around half a million years old.” They stared at her, dumbfounded. She continued.

“There are also several mirror worlds to both the atomic and digital worlds. These are the source of many of our legends. For example, bio-hybrids were originally developed in one of these mirror worlds.”

 

“But how does this connect with use being digidestines?” Ken pressed. He was really getting into the story.

 

“In several of the mirror worlds,” Dianamon answered, “A group of humans were chosen to help resolve major problems in the digital world. Many believe that this is because the digital world is originally a human made program, so human help is required to troubleshoot some things.”

 

“Just like my computer needs a tech support agent to fix the software we my games freeze!” Elizabeth said, tapping her fist in her palm.

 

“Ah...I guess so,” Diannamon said hesitantly. “But anyway, we need your help.”

 

“Why should we help?” Fate asked coldly. “Just because we got caught up in a mess you couldn’t clean up yourself?”

 

“Fate!” Kevin said, a bit shocked.

 

“Wait,” Ken interjected. “As much as I want to help, Why exactly should we?”

 

“You impertinent child!” one of the centaur-knights roared (they later found out they were black and white Knightchessmon).

 

“Calm yourself,” Dianamon said soothingly. “They raise an important point.” She waved and the globes vanished. “The reason you should help is simple. The Neos empire is not just after the Digital world. They are out to rule both the digital and atomic worlds, include the mirror worlds. Besides that, what would you do? You’re digimon-B now. And, as hard as it is to say, no one in the atomic world cares much for you now.”

 

“What do you mean?” Dan asked carefully.

 

“The Neos empire uses small parasitic digital creatures to alter the minds and wills of more unwilling subjects. They have prepared large amounts of the parasites to control the new digimon-B. In the real world, they apply less complex versions to the immediate families of the humans kidnapped. These weaker versions only subdue any great interest or care for the missing people. That way, a parent would easily accept and dismiss the absence of their child.”

 

“Impossible!” Fate scowled. “My father will always be concerned about the next heir!”

 

“I’m afraid it’s true,” Dianamon sighed, “even if you don’t believe me.”

 

“Not that it matters to me,” Dan muttered quietly.

 

“What was that?” Dianamon asked.

 

“Ah... what about our physical changes? If we are the digimon-B you were talking about, isn’t there any way to tell what we are now?”

 

“Yes, There is.” She nodded towards a small side door and small digimon with orange tops and white bellies flew in on small bat like wings. Each one bore a small bundle. Behind them, a short white digimon with a fin like horn followed. “These patamon are carrying the kits we prepared for you. Bokomon helped make them.” The patamon dropped the a pack in each of their laps and moved aside. “Inside you will find a GN model computer unit styled after human laptops, gate pendants for transportation, and a model N digivice styled after a cell phone.”

 

“This is all very interesting,” Kevin said, “but how does it answer Dan’s question?”

 

“Open the GN and press your finger to the scanner below the keypad,” She instructed. Kevin looked sceptical, but did as she asked. Both his laptop and digivice were predominantly red and his gate pendant had a red gem. The laptop whirred and the screen flashed.

 

“Data Analysis complete,” it voiced, the words appearing on the screen as well. Kevin and the others jumped.

 

“Voice capable. It’s customizable though, so the voice can be changed or turned off,” Bokomon said.

 

“Subject is Kevin Jones. Registering user...” the machine whirred again. “Complete. Reporting user scan results...

Level: Rookie

Digimon Name: Drakemon

Attribute: Mixed, dominantly Vaccine

Type: Humanoid Dragon

Family: Dragons roar, Virus Busters

Digivolution Line: Unknown

Facts: Unknown

Non-human feature: small red horns just inside hairline

Other: Unknown”

 

“There. Now you know a little about your new self,” Bokomon nodded. The other eagerly followed suit.

 

“Subject is Ken Seto. Registering user...” Ken’s items were blue and his pendant had a blue gem. “Complete. Reporting user scan results...

Level: Rookie

Digimon Name: Hackmon

Type: Cybernetic Human

Attribute: Mixed, dominantly Data

Family: Metal Empire

Digivolution Line: Unknown

Facts: Unknown

Non-human feature: cybernetic right eye, cybernetic modifications to arms

Other: Unknown”

 

“Subject is Fate Richards. Registering user...” Fate had yellow equipment. “Complete. Reporting user scan results...

Level: Rookie

Digimon Name: Ririmon

Type: Fairy

Attribute: Mixed, dominantly Vaccine

Family: Nature Spirits, Virus Busters

Digivolution Line: Unknown

Facts: Unknown

Non-human feature: energy wings that sprout from back

Other: Unknown”

 

“Subject is Elizabeth McKnight. Registering user...” Elizabeth’s things where all pink. “Complete. Reporting user scan results...

Level: Rookie

Digimon Name: Hanemon

Type: Winged human

Attribute: Mixed, dominantly Data

Family: Wind Guardians, Nature Spirits

Digivolution Line: Unknown

Facts: Unknown

Non-human feature: Reddish wings that grow out of tattoos on shoulder blade

Other: Unknown”

 

“Subject is Daniel Tracer. Registering user...” Dan’s items were all green. “Complete. Reporting user scan results...

Level: Rookie

Digimon Name: Werekitmon

Type: Werebeast

Attribute: Mixed, dominantly Virus

Family: Nightmare Soldiers, Jungle Troopers

Digivolution Line: Unknown

Facts: Unknown

Non-human feature: Cat ears, eyes and tail

Other: Unknown”

 

The all bickered about their descriptions and equipment for a while and Dianamon patiently waited for them to finish before speaking.

“Now that you have a bit of knowledge, it would be best for you to return to the real world.”

 

“What? Why now?” Elizabeth asked.

 

“Only because you need to see for yourself the conditions there,” Dianamon said. “Once you are back in the real world, your will be able to contact your parents and see that I am not lying.”

 

“Next question: How do we get back?” Dan asked. “It isn’t just ‘turn left at the third mountain and continue east’ is it?”

 

“Janusmon can handle that part,” Dianamon smiled. “The pendants are linked to his portal room so you can use them to transport yourself to different areas.”

 

“Really?” Ken asked. He examined to pendant. It was a small silver disk, about an inch and a half across. It had a thick outer ring made of four curves the same colour as their digivice. A gem was set in the middle of the disk. “How do we use it?”

 

“We will tell you that later,” Janusmon rumbled. He hustled them to the portal room. He tapped the coordinates into his console. “We will be sending you to Dan’s house.”

 

“My house?” Dan asked, surprised.

 

“You live alone, right?” Janusmon said, still inputting data. “It’s the best place to send you five at the start. You can contact your family from there and verify our claims.”

 

“I will be sending you a message soon after you reach,” Dianamon said from the door. “Reply with a simple yes or no.” The symbols on the wall started to glow and data particles swirled around the room. It enveloped them in individual, swirling columns. “Good luck!” Dianamon called out as they vanished.

 

 

New Tokyo City Suburbs, Washington, America, Real World; Dan Tracer’s Residence

 

Swirling Data obscured their vision for a few seconds. It cleared and revealed a slightly messy living room, clothes and food cartons lying around. Dan hastily rushed around the room, picking up clothes as he did.

“Sorry, wasn’t expecting quests,” He grinned. Fate rolled her eyes. Kevin laughed.

 

“No worries. After what happened to us, this is nothing!” he started to pick up rubbish from the floor.

 

“Thanks,” Dan sighed. “Well, make yourself at home. We got a lot to talk over.”

 

 

 

[Nexev]

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[zaneko]

Thank you for you comment.

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[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

MaidMoemon? WIN. Loli is spelled with an "o," though.

 

This thing's sense of humor could make up for its predictability. Oh, and if you subvert our expectations, that would really be awesome. For example, you could turn Fate into a broken Kuudere à la the blonde dark magical girl instead of friending her out of her brattiness. *hint* *hint*

[The Warden]

MaidMoemon......icwutudidthar. This is beginning to become worthwhile in reading.

[zaneko]

Finally added Chapter Two.

 

And freedom! Exams are over (and I think I passed too!)