Fandom Digimon: Annihilation (Main)

[Foxxymoron]

Bring them... Destined seven... Fear them Hell... Fallen from Heaven... In this place... Darkened hall... Seven versus seven... Darkness will fall...

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God that alarm seemed to go on forever, would it ever stop? Surely he could snooze it but he would have rather pulled the entire godforsaken thing out of the wall. That incessant BREEP-BREEP-BREEP just went on and on and on and on until-

"DA-VID SPENCER IS GOING TO WAKE UP, HE NEEDS TO EAT HIS BREAKFAST AND FILL HIS COFFEE CUP, AND IF HE DOESN'T DO THAT, PERTINAX WILL BURN HIS STUFF, SO PLEASE DAVID SPENCER YOU HAVE GOT TO NOW GET UP!"
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What in the hell? Was that singing? Bad singing at that. Ugh, so the last two weeks hadn't been a dream. "Jesus, can you rest for like, five minutes? It's barely morning."

"It's one two, then two vertical dots, and then fifteen."

David shot up out of bed. "Ah shit!" He began to rush across his room, zooming back and forth picking up pieces of clothing off the floor, sniffing them to try and discern if they were used, clean, or used but could be passed off as clean. He'd gotten his shirt halfway on before realizing he didn't have any deodorant on and so he had to remove the shirt, grab his roll on deodorant and put the shirt all the way on this time followed by an extra bout of spray deodorant. David's look was complete after getting his black jeans and aviator jacket on. He grabbed the phone that sat on his nightside table and shoved it into his pocket.

"David! David! Your backpack!!" The smaller green-blue creature rushed over to the man who had just seconds before literally fallen onto the ground because he tripped on his own pants while trying to put them on.

David grabbed the backpack from the small dragon and patted him on the head. "I packed lots of tuna sandwiches!" said the creature with a large grin upon his face, he seemed friendly enough, although if anyone outside of the very small circle of people who knew of his existence (David and himself) were to see him they probably would come running with pitchforks or some sort of medical equipment to dissect him, that or he'd be thrown in a cage and left to rot while 'specialists' tried to figure out just what the hell he was. Digimon had previously lived peacefully in Kaybyte City, they used to live all over the world, but when that horrible attack happened it changed everything. That was nearly thirty years ago though and even the stories of Digimon had begun to stop, the government was adamant about shutting down websites and shutting up people who talked about Digimon so David could only imagine what they'd do to him and Pert.

"I still don't get why you won't tell me why you're here and about where you came from." It didn't make sense, it had been two weeks of getting to know and trust each other but there grew a barrier when Dracomon, or Pertinax as David decided to call him, would refuse, or rather, not be able to answer any specific questions he had.

"I told you David, it was like when I went through that portal...WHOOSH!" Pert extended his arms and knocked over a lamp. "Sorry..."

"Ugh, it's fine, I get it, you keep saying that you lost your memories when you came through. But you said there might have been others with you? Maybe they got through too? Maybe this person who gave us this note was one of them?"

The two made their way out the door, David was now carrying Pert around in a large cat carrier. "I highly doubt it," muttered Pert, "God it wreaks of so many good smells in here!"

"I wish you'd stop saying that... Go on, why not?"

Their conversation continued as David made his way towards the nearby park. "Well, I don't remember much but I reckon none of em were too good at writing."
About 10 minutes passed of Pert and David walking and talking before they reached the fountain at Bitter-Run Park. It was a cool breezy day and the sun wasn't shining too bright, it was perfect. The park itself had hiking trails and a large pond where ducks and fish were swimming. It was so aptly named for the plants that surrounded the area, all of them leaving a bitter taste in ones mouth if they were to taste them, of course, what idiot in their right mind would be stupid enough to eat the plants.

"Those plants look tasty. Can I eat them?"

"Jesus, Pert, keep quiet, cats can't talk, remember?"

"Me-heckin'-ow"

"It doesn't seem anyone's here yet." David said, taking a seat at a nearby bench that looked unto the fountain. "I guess we wait."

 

[Fangway]

"Like a stone" Music rang through the garage as a young man worked on a bike that has seen its fair share of roads over the years. "I'll wait for you there... alone..."

"That should do it" The young man said, all in black, and making sure that all the pieces were properly put together again. Once that was done, he turned off the music and left the place. He would have run a hand through his head, but he stopped himself as he went to the bathroom to shower quickly and get all the grease out.

Once clean and dressed with the clothes he left in the bathroom, he walked into his room, finding himself face to face with a little ghost reading a book on his desk, floating slightly over it. The room itself was fairly cluttered. Lots of posters with musicians, bikes and art that resembled the covers of some albums covered the walls, a bookshelf filled with textbooks, regular books, comics and a few different models of real and some fictional machines. Even he had to admit some were new, and made by the little creature in his room. Beyond the desk, the other big feature is the blue guitar with the name "Johanna" painted on it.

"The Martian Chronicles?" He asked, looking at the cover "Cheery"

"Paul" The little ghost, most resembling a straw doll said, jumping a bit.

"Are you ready?" He asked, looking at the ghost. It was not quite a ghost, but a living being made of data, a Digimon. A Ghostmon, in particular. They met two weeks ago, but it took him several hours to figure out he was there, as it could vanish in front of him, but it didn't exactly stay discreet, so Paul confronted him when coming back from work. Ever since then, they've been together, even if letting him be seen remains something of a problem. Paul has managed to feed him just fine so far, and Casper has at least managed to get himself invested in some hobbies, even if Paul had to keep him from eating paint that one time, among other things. Perhaps a dog would be needed to hide all the noise and whatever. Nah, not in condition to take care of one.

"What do you expect to happen now?"

"No idea, but we have to go and see, don't we?" The answer seemed too casual for Casper's liking, even if it wasn't wrong. Whatever it was the reason they met, they'll have to face it together, for good or ill.
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"Left lunch ready, so just heat it up," He said to a teenage girl, poking her in the forehead "Can you do that?" The girl shoved his hand away, but he just laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, just go away"

"See ya, Liv" He said, taking his helmet and going for his bike. Among the things with him, was a guitar case.

"Ready to blaze through?" He whispered.

"Please no" A disembodied, meek voice said, also in a whisper.

"Killjoy"

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After a rather fast ride (which had Casper gripping hard enough that Paul swore left some marks), the duo moved through the park, taking in the sights, although Paul had to do what he could to keep the ghost from giving itself away by clumsily helping any passerby.

Reaching the fountain, he placed his things down for a second, seeing someone else in there. Another guy and a suspicious cat carrier. Not exactly the place where you'd take your cat or any pet that way. But, he decided to keep quiet, pulling his guitar, starting to play a few notes.



"Stay close" He whispered to Casper as softly as he could. His little partner nodded, swaying in the air to the music.

 

[Jannah]

The events of the past two weeks all seemed like little more than a blur. Initially Cerys was not even sure if it was real or a very elaborate dream - how could a formed entity, consisting of data no less, position itself in the real world? It was the new burning question that had arisen inside the young woman's head for days. Was it a new, advanced, computer program? Was it an elaborate prank designed by one of her enemies? Simply, what was it? Neither books nor the internet seemed to carry answers which only created a perpetual cycle of frustration, and defeat for the young mind desperate to understand.

Book upon book, site upon site. Nothing. Cerys could only sigh as he positioned herself atop her office chair, fully ready to accept defeat. Sure the creature, foreign entity, or whatever it was could speak. Yet, answers had been frustratingly vague for the woman. "In time all will become clear." The entity calling itself Hagurumon had stated. The simple phrase had been recited so frequently that Cerys practically had it memorized, deep mechanical voice and all.

And two weeks in the oddities only continued, with the latest being a mysterious note, an invitation of sorts, to congregate in the local park. Cerys naturally read it with curiosity before facing the Hagurumon who was now stretched out upon the floor of her study. "You have something to do with this, don't you?" She began as she gazed as the small entity that appeared to be a complex network of gears and machinery itself. "I'm not asking again. I now demand answers."

Cerys picked up the faintest of chuckles, that of which evidently protruded from Hagurumon himself amidst the near silence that now flooded the room. "Well, sitting around here you won't find out anything. I thought you were curious." He inferred as he rose from the ground with gears spinning so quickly that they were nearly dizzying to their lone onlooker.

"It seems you leave me no choice then." Cerys finally decided with a sigh as she rose herself from her seat and ushered the Hagurumon towards her. She walked into her bedroom and picked up an empty backpack. Quickly she began filling it with various essentials for a day trip into the park, followed by one last glance towards the strange entity who was now her constant companion - almost like a pet of sorts. Definitely she had never wanted a pet, knowing just how high maintenance they could be when she preferred to spend her time studying and learning all that she could about the world. "Just get in and pretend to be machine parts, or something. I could be taking you into a shop."

To Cerys' surprise the Hagurumon entered her backpack without dispute at all. He said nothing at all as she zipped it up fully, obscuring the entity fully from view of unwanted eyes. Whatever he was, remained her own little secret carefully concealed as he had insisted upon their first meeting exactly two weeks earlier. Now she wished to honour that request as she stepped out of the house with him in tow, for the first time. Before making her departure she set a pea coat over her distinguished blouse and scarf. Both serves as markings of the sophisticated background of which she hailed. It was only the backpack and the odd cargo within that truly stood out, even as she made her way into the city park.

Upon entering the park Cerys found herself greeted by citizens of all walks of life. Most went about the most mundane of activities, thus marking nothing as unusual or out of place in the park at all. The absence of suspicious behaviour only rose more questions within the young woman's mind. Why the park? Why the fountain specifically? What was there that was so significant? Whatever this was, prank or not, apparently it was growing out of hand. Stranger yet she did not appear to be alone upon arrival. Congregated around the fountain were others like her and similar in age. She smiled at each before asking the most damning question of all. "So did you all receive some strange letter too?"

 

[Winxy]

"Look, Len, look!"

Len narrowed his eyes at the sight, one amethyst and one jade. Smack dab in the middle of downtown Kaybyte two stubby flippers dangled above his head. Len sighed. A harmless sigh before tugging at one of the said flippers, potentially preventing an accidental stabbing from their sharp tip edges. "You're not supposed to talk while you're up there, Nymm" Len droned. He heard a tiny squeak then nothing. Len could almost see the little fish creature, Nymm, eyes wide, their one dorsal fin which propped their entire body, deflated at the realization of their self-appointed role. Helmets don't talk.

They both made a sharp turn following the row of rose bushes that according to the screen on Len’s phone led to the center of the park where a fountain resides. Len had let go of Nymm’s flipper by then holding religiously the rectangular device. One could never be too careful Len thought. He memorized every exit dotted on the screen, set timed messages with his location to those it may concern if he didn’t make it out of this, and had faith in the power of self-preservation to make his legs run at the speed of sound. Len thought of everything. Plus being glued to his phone meant he had avoided the passing stares of people on their way over. For Nymm. He thought. Both of them wanted -no- needed answers and they were just a few steps away from getting them.

 

[Acethekidd]

the past two weeks were crazy, not every day some one would run into a giant talking bug thing. Thankfully, his mother wasn't to phased by it. In fact, she thought it was a gift someone at school gave him. Thankfully Jack was starting to warm up to whatever it was..a digimon if he wasn't mistaken. Still a little hard to believe, but it didn't show any ill will towards the young man. Actually, the green critter was shy...so afraid of everything thing that Jack took it upon his self to help him out. Thus, bringing us to our current situation

"Are you kidding me right now? come on man, just attack the damn thing." leaning on the side of building at the entrance of one of the many allyways, Jack watched his green bug friend tremble before a very angry rat." you said you wanted to be tough, but if you can't even one up a rat then i dunno." it was kinda amusing, but very sad at the same time. this monster bug was scared of a little rat." Shoot a ray beam at it or somethin'."

Wormmon back up from the snarling creature, hiding his face. This menace. It was way to much for him. it's beady black eyes, that dirty mangled brown fur..this thing was a force that shouldn't be messed with. "I-I'm sorry boss..i-i just can't do it! look how horrifying it is!" the rat suddenly launched itself at Wormmon" EEP!"

Jack sighed deeply and used his foot to knock the rat to the side. the small fuzzy creature landed on it's side and deiced to scurry away."Good freaking grief....come on Worm-thing, let's head to the park already." Jack would finally head towards the park with his partner, seeing a few others were there as well."I swear, this better not be some kind of set up."

 

[Mirai-chan]

Rosemary was awake in her room busy drawing a Butterfly and she was finishing up the wings as she was humming to herself st her desk. For the Past Two weeks things was a bit crazy and she now had believed of having a little creature, Known as Ciel living in her house hidden from her sister and grandmother. "Rose! When are we leaving?"A Voice asked. Rose looked up from her drawing as looked down at the white Dog-like Creature known as a Plotmon. Rose looked at the digimon."soon Ciel, Soon."She Answered. Ciel looked at her partner seriously and pointed to the clock."You said that fifteen minutes ago."Ciel said. Rose looked at the clock as it said: 2:15, She looked surprised."Oh no! I'm Gonna be late!"She said. The Pinkette got up and rushed to get her bag and some other stuff plus putting her shoes on. "Okay, Okay What am i missing?"She mumbled to herself.

"Your sketchpad...."

Rosemary sighed."Oh yeah!"She said. Rose Then grabbed her sketchpad and put it in her bag along with her Art pencils."Ok Ciel you know what to do."She said. Ciel nodded as she picked up the white digimon as ciel acted like a plush. Rose then headed out to the door to come upon her sister who was busy cooking with grandma Odia."Morning Rose."Her grandmother said noticing Rosemary out in the hallway. (The Kitchen is connected to the living which is near the hallway). Rosemary smiled."Morning Grandma."She said. Her grandmother Smiled."What's got you ready for the day? Another Artistic Expedition huh?"Her grandmother asked as she served the plates onto the table."Or maybe because she got a boyfriend."Alice said snickering. Rosemary looked at Alice."For the last time i don't have a boyfriend."She said. Alice looked at Rose."You do."She said. "I Don't!"Rose argued."Girls! Sit at the table and not arguing!"Grandma Odia said. The both of them looked ashamed."Sorry Grandma Odia."The both of them said.

The two sat at the table, and started eating their breakfast quietly, while Rose sneakily gave Ciel some breakfast. She then looked up at the clock as it said 2:29 and she rosed from the table."I gotta go! i can't be late!"She said. Rosemary leaned and kissed her grandmother on the cheek."Be Safe!"Her grandmother said. The Pinkette Picked up her bag on the chair and rushed out of the door and unchained the bike and got onto it as she placed Ciel in the basket as she biked off to the park."Seriously, When are you going to introduce me to your parents?"Ciel asked."Soon.."She said. It took some time, but Ciel did enjoy the ride. Rose sighed as she arrived at the park as she parked her bike at a bike rack and chained it to there as picked up Ciel and walked to the center of the park at the fountain as she sw some people, But she didn't say anything as ciel watched quietly.