Something is destroying the digital world, it's up to these unlikely and unwilling heroes to save it.
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KageYuuki
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There's nothing particularly special about the day. Or at least there shouldn't have been. Whether it's settling into a new livingspace, idly passing the time trapped in a mental murk, or striking out onto the streets in search of trouble, it seemed like any other day for the most part. No matter how secluded you were, the brief, unshakeable feeling of being watched would pass over you. A momentary feeling of static in the air that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Or a glancing, cool touch across your fingers. As suddenly as these sensations appeared, they vanished.
A weary mind playing tricks? A haunting even! Or maybe there's some other, completely logical explanation.
Normal explanations quickly crumble the instant a nearby screen - a TV, computer, phone screen, digital signage, etc - lights up with an odd emblem. For one, it's a sun, another a star, a heart, a ray of light . . . Whatever the emblem, the moment your eyes meet it, cold static races up your spine.
Time comes to a standstill all around you, and the world fades to muted colors. Everything but that emblem. It glows, blazingly bright, leaving an afterimage dancing in your vision if you look away or close your eyes.
Found you . . .
A massive blade appears out of thin air, the point passing just inches from your face as it cleaves through reality itself. Light and static pour of the wound in space, obscuring the blade's wielder. The keen may catch a glimpse of gold, glowing eyes before beams of light erupt out, coiling around your body and dragging you into the light.
Floating . . . falling . . . the sensation's hard to make out when suddenly stranded in an endless white expanse. But you're not alone, voices swirl around you, booming yet unclear. Only parts of the discussion can be picked up.
"...on, you actually did it."
"Sorry... anything more..."
"This is insane!"
"...even compatible? .... What... ready?"
"...don't know..."
"Wait! Some.... right .... -sing them!"
A black abyss swallowed the endless light. A lightning bolt of pain strikes your body. Nerves blazing, head swimming, ears ringing. Flesh begins to peel and crumble away, revealing a wireframe beneath.
The pain stops as suddenly as it started. There are others in the void with you, just out of reach. Their bodies partially torn asunder like your own.
"Help us." The voice is soft like a whisper but reverberates inside your skull. "Find us, o chosen, and restore what was lost."
Another bolt of pain.
And then nothing.
You awaken in a field of soft grass. A cool breeze caresses your face, bringing with it the smell of sweet wildflowers and the sound of rustling leaves. A brilliant blue sky stretches out above you, dotted with fluffy white clouds. Compared to the nothingness of before, everything in the forest clearing seems brilliant and alive. Until your eye catches a towering capacitor jutting out of the earth.
But you aren't alone.
Others have come to in the clearing nearby, the people you saw momentarily in the void, their bodies now fully intact once more. Though . . . are there fewer now? It's hard to tell. Most would struggle to recall what they saw wracked with pain as they were. Regardless, you've all been ripped from your lives and dropped here; wherever that may be. Checking your phone reveals it's been replaced with an odd, dull grey device. Nothing you do seems to bring it to life either.
So . . . what now?
GamerKitty205
Andrew Graves
AnimeGenork
Phayne
Lost Martian
There's nothing particularly special about the day. Or at least there shouldn't have been. Whether it's settling into a new livingspace, idly passing the time trapped in a mental murk, or striking out onto the streets in search of trouble, it seemed like any other day for the most part. No matter how secluded you were, the brief, unshakeable feeling of being watched would pass over you. A momentary feeling of static in the air that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Or a glancing, cool touch across your fingers. As suddenly as these sensations appeared, they vanished.
A weary mind playing tricks? A haunting even! Or maybe there's some other, completely logical explanation.
Normal explanations quickly crumble the instant a nearby screen - a TV, computer, phone screen, digital signage, etc - lights up with an odd emblem. For one, it's a sun, another a star, a heart, a ray of light . . . Whatever the emblem, the moment your eyes meet it, cold static races up your spine.
Time comes to a standstill all around you, and the world fades to muted colors. Everything but that emblem. It glows, blazingly bright, leaving an afterimage dancing in your vision if you look away or close your eyes.
Found you . . .
A massive blade appears out of thin air, the point passing just inches from your face as it cleaves through reality itself. Light and static pour of the wound in space, obscuring the blade's wielder. The keen may catch a glimpse of gold, glowing eyes before beams of light erupt out, coiling around your body and dragging you into the light.
Floating . . . falling . . . the sensation's hard to make out when suddenly stranded in an endless white expanse. But you're not alone, voices swirl around you, booming yet unclear. Only parts of the discussion can be picked up.
"...on, you actually did it."
"Sorry... anything more..."
"This is insane!"
"...even compatible? .... What... ready?"
"...don't know..."
"Wait! Some.... right .... -sing them!"
A black abyss swallowed the endless light. A lightning bolt of pain strikes your body. Nerves blazing, head swimming, ears ringing. Flesh begins to peel and crumble away, revealing a wireframe beneath.
The pain stops as suddenly as it started. There are others in the void with you, just out of reach. Their bodies partially torn asunder like your own.
"Help us." The voice is soft like a whisper but reverberates inside your skull. "Find us, o chosen, and restore what was lost."
Another bolt of pain.
And then nothing.
Transfer complete
You awaken in a field of soft grass. A cool breeze caresses your face, bringing with it the smell of sweet wildflowers and the sound of rustling leaves. A brilliant blue sky stretches out above you, dotted with fluffy white clouds. Compared to the nothingness of before, everything in the forest clearing seems brilliant and alive. Until your eye catches a towering capacitor jutting out of the earth.
But you aren't alone.
Others have come to in the clearing nearby, the people you saw momentarily in the void, their bodies now fully intact once more. Though . . . are there fewer now? It's hard to tell. Most would struggle to recall what they saw wracked with pain as they were. Regardless, you've all been ripped from your lives and dropped here; wherever that may be. Checking your phone reveals it's been replaced with an odd, dull grey device. Nothing you do seems to bring it to life either.
So . . . what now?
GamerKitty205
Andrew Graves
AnimeGenork
Phayne
Lost Martian
Phayne
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The bringer of Hope
Ciaran Kilbane
Spirit of Darkness
Home --> Park --> Hell? --> Digital world
Back pressed against the wooden support of the parks bench, Ciaran would absentmindedly swipe away at his phone; his right hand firmly grasping the device while his left rested across the remainder of the bench's back frame; an empty bottle of water in hand as he idly tapped away. Like a lovestruck teen waiting for their crush to message them, Ciaran simply could not tear his gaze away from the screen; eyes glancing towards the message icon as if expecting to see the red notification appear and a welcoming message call out to him. Alas, who would even do such a thing? Who would go out of their way to contact him at such an hour?
His foster family? Nah.... they didn't care all that much for him to worry about his whereabouts, so long as he still breathed and earned them a cheque every week; an allowance meant to cover his living cost's. His 'friends' if you could even call them that? No way... it was far too early for them to even be awake. Far too early for them to give two shits for where or what Ciaran was up to. So why... why was he drawn to the phone? Why was he feeling uneasy yet also on the cusp of expectation?
Since first light, Ciaran had found himself feeling uncomfortable; restless even as if something inside of him was unable to remain calm; to remain still. Roused from his slumber at the crack of dawn; long before his alarm was even scheduled to stir him, he had already found himself feeling out of place. The room he was in felt... off, alien even as if he had awoken here for the very first time. The objects within felt as if they didn't belong, the ray of light that snuck through the curtains felt unreal, his bed felt harder then usual. The room... it was suffocating. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he found himself frozen; eyes watching the slow rotation of the head fan above; counting each spin as if he were counting sheep... only.. sleep never returned, only a growing anxiety. Without even saying a word, he had left his foster families house; grabbing whatever clothing he could before heading out; hood strewn over his head as he walked; his destination unknown yet anywhere other then here would suffice.
Like an outsider glancing through an invisible wall; Ciaran could not help but feel detached from the world. As if he existed in this plane of reality yet simultaneously did not. Likewise, it had felt to him like the world around him had forgotten about him, as if he never even belonged.
It started with a simple brush of the shoulder, a couple crossing the street from the opposite direction. As if unawares to his presence they had almost clattered into the hooded Ciaran; their attention not once drawn to his presence coming towards them. Were they simply too engrossed in their lovey dovey bullshit to notice him? Or were they too far up their own ass to apologize for not seeing him?
The next instance was as the convenience store, the clerk not once looking up from the counter to greet him as he normally would have. Granted, there was a chance he was having a bad day and simply could not be fussed to go through his usual routine whenever a customer entered his store. Everyone had a bad day after all and the clerk was no exception. However, it was the look of shock upon his face that had been somewhat off-putting; the man paler than usual almost as if he had seen a ghost, as if he was fully under the belief that nobody had entered his shop let alone walked past him without him taking notice. A 2nd customer would enter, the chiming of the bells indicative of someone entering and exiting the doorway; there was no way he wouldn't have heard or noticed someone in his store.
Saying his goodbye, Ciaran would head towards the nearby park, the open space if offered being somewhat appealing to him in this moment; the chance for fresh air a chance for him to possibly rid himself of this growing sense of unease. A park bench, just under the shade of a large tree had seemed ideal.
A few minutes would turn to 10, then 20, then 30. His bottle of water long since finished as he observed his surroundings; eyes falling upon the various people coming and going from the park; his gaze searching for something, someone. Another glance at his phones unchanging screen, he would find himself resting his head backwards, his gaze now staring at the leaves above; counting each and every one of them much like he had been counting his fan's slow rotation. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he could not tell. He just felt... off.
The sound of a cyclist coming by would draw his attention; the youth blaring his music through some bluetooth speaker he had strapped to the handlebar of his bike; the visible cable ties a clear sign of his novice craftsmanship. Something about that speaker had drawn his attention, his gaze unable to tear away from it as the cyclist got closer.... closer... louder... and louder... then silence.
Annoyed. frustrated. Confused. Ciaran would suddenly stand up; his gaze predatory as he eyed the cyclist in a manner suggesting that the youth had somehow wronged him. Yet, it was the unnerving silence that was the cause for Ciaran's actions. The blaring music no longer existed; the cries of the birds above had vanished and the cacophony of road noises had ceased to exist. It was silence, pure silence as if it wasn't the world that had changed but rather Ciaran had gone deaf. Eyes fixated upon the cyclist as he passed, Ciaran would reach out to grab him; to demand an explanation as to why his music had suddenly stopped; yet he would soon find a much more disturbing reality; a truth so farfetched that one would think he was still dreaming.
Eyes full of shock, he would watch as his hand dissipated into nothingness; fragments and particles dotting the air like dust as the cyclist rode through him as if he was never there in the first place.
"FOUND YOU"
Came a voice from behind him; Ciaran turning in response as he watched the cyclist cycle through a bright light; the tip of a blade appearing through the glow; the glimmer of metal causing Ciaran to glance away. He wanted to run, to flee, to escape. His breath was shallow and his body glistened with sweat as he attempted to turn, to be anywhere else but here... yet whatever entity was toying with him had other ideas, other intentions. An apex predator would never let their prey escape, would never give them a chance of life now that they had been caught. Eyes drawn to his feet; golden tendrils had long since coiled around his legs; ethereal constrictors snaring him; entwining around his entirely before ultimately....
Darkness. Pulled into the abyss, the world Ciaran once knew was gone; a distant memory... a fragment of his imagination. Now, there was darkness... darkness and... pain.
A blood curdling scream would escape Ciaran's mouth, his eyes dancing from side to side as he watched his existence get torn asunder; flesh disintegrating into dust; blood evaporating into a mist of red. He could have sworn he felt his eyes pop; like balloons filled with water.
"H... elp.. m...e..." he sputtered, turning towards the blurred figures off into the distance. Unsure of who or what they were... or if they were even there. Caught in the pandemonium of his own nightmare; he could do very little as another bolt of pain coursed through his body; a sizzling sensation embracing his entirety. A pulse. Then nothing.
Back laid upon the grass, a faint and welcoming embrace would tickle his skin; the breeze dancing through his strands of golden air as if fairies were tap dancing upon his head. Eyes still closed, he would slowly stir, the taste of the air and the smell of wildflower tickling his nose. Slowly, he would open his eyes... then slowly he would close them.
Hoping in vain that the next time he did open them, he would see his head span spinning above him.
"what the fuck... " he would mumble under his breath.
His foster family? Nah.... they didn't care all that much for him to worry about his whereabouts, so long as he still breathed and earned them a cheque every week; an allowance meant to cover his living cost's. His 'friends' if you could even call them that? No way... it was far too early for them to even be awake. Far too early for them to give two shits for where or what Ciaran was up to. So why... why was he drawn to the phone? Why was he feeling uneasy yet also on the cusp of expectation?
Since first light, Ciaran had found himself feeling uncomfortable; restless even as if something inside of him was unable to remain calm; to remain still. Roused from his slumber at the crack of dawn; long before his alarm was even scheduled to stir him, he had already found himself feeling out of place. The room he was in felt... off, alien even as if he had awoken here for the very first time. The objects within felt as if they didn't belong, the ray of light that snuck through the curtains felt unreal, his bed felt harder then usual. The room... it was suffocating. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he found himself frozen; eyes watching the slow rotation of the head fan above; counting each spin as if he were counting sheep... only.. sleep never returned, only a growing anxiety. Without even saying a word, he had left his foster families house; grabbing whatever clothing he could before heading out; hood strewn over his head as he walked; his destination unknown yet anywhere other then here would suffice.
Like an outsider glancing through an invisible wall; Ciaran could not help but feel detached from the world. As if he existed in this plane of reality yet simultaneously did not. Likewise, it had felt to him like the world around him had forgotten about him, as if he never even belonged.
It started with a simple brush of the shoulder, a couple crossing the street from the opposite direction. As if unawares to his presence they had almost clattered into the hooded Ciaran; their attention not once drawn to his presence coming towards them. Were they simply too engrossed in their lovey dovey bullshit to notice him? Or were they too far up their own ass to apologize for not seeing him?
The next instance was as the convenience store, the clerk not once looking up from the counter to greet him as he normally would have. Granted, there was a chance he was having a bad day and simply could not be fussed to go through his usual routine whenever a customer entered his store. Everyone had a bad day after all and the clerk was no exception. However, it was the look of shock upon his face that had been somewhat off-putting; the man paler than usual almost as if he had seen a ghost, as if he was fully under the belief that nobody had entered his shop let alone walked past him without him taking notice. A 2nd customer would enter, the chiming of the bells indicative of someone entering and exiting the doorway; there was no way he wouldn't have heard or noticed someone in his store.
Saying his goodbye, Ciaran would head towards the nearby park, the open space if offered being somewhat appealing to him in this moment; the chance for fresh air a chance for him to possibly rid himself of this growing sense of unease. A park bench, just under the shade of a large tree had seemed ideal.
A few minutes would turn to 10, then 20, then 30. His bottle of water long since finished as he observed his surroundings; eyes falling upon the various people coming and going from the park; his gaze searching for something, someone. Another glance at his phones unchanging screen, he would find himself resting his head backwards, his gaze now staring at the leaves above; counting each and every one of them much like he had been counting his fan's slow rotation. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he could not tell. He just felt... off.
The sound of a cyclist coming by would draw his attention; the youth blaring his music through some bluetooth speaker he had strapped to the handlebar of his bike; the visible cable ties a clear sign of his novice craftsmanship. Something about that speaker had drawn his attention, his gaze unable to tear away from it as the cyclist got closer.... closer... louder... and louder... then silence.
Annoyed. frustrated. Confused. Ciaran would suddenly stand up; his gaze predatory as he eyed the cyclist in a manner suggesting that the youth had somehow wronged him. Yet, it was the unnerving silence that was the cause for Ciaran's actions. The blaring music no longer existed; the cries of the birds above had vanished and the cacophony of road noises had ceased to exist. It was silence, pure silence as if it wasn't the world that had changed but rather Ciaran had gone deaf. Eyes fixated upon the cyclist as he passed, Ciaran would reach out to grab him; to demand an explanation as to why his music had suddenly stopped; yet he would soon find a much more disturbing reality; a truth so farfetched that one would think he was still dreaming.
Eyes full of shock, he would watch as his hand dissipated into nothingness; fragments and particles dotting the air like dust as the cyclist rode through him as if he was never there in the first place.
"FOUND YOU"
Came a voice from behind him; Ciaran turning in response as he watched the cyclist cycle through a bright light; the tip of a blade appearing through the glow; the glimmer of metal causing Ciaran to glance away. He wanted to run, to flee, to escape. His breath was shallow and his body glistened with sweat as he attempted to turn, to be anywhere else but here... yet whatever entity was toying with him had other ideas, other intentions. An apex predator would never let their prey escape, would never give them a chance of life now that they had been caught. Eyes drawn to his feet; golden tendrils had long since coiled around his legs; ethereal constrictors snaring him; entwining around his entirely before ultimately....
Darkness. Pulled into the abyss, the world Ciaran once knew was gone; a distant memory... a fragment of his imagination. Now, there was darkness... darkness and... pain.
A blood curdling scream would escape Ciaran's mouth, his eyes dancing from side to side as he watched his existence get torn asunder; flesh disintegrating into dust; blood evaporating into a mist of red. He could have sworn he felt his eyes pop; like balloons filled with water.
"H... elp.. m...e..." he sputtered, turning towards the blurred figures off into the distance. Unsure of who or what they were... or if they were even there. Caught in the pandemonium of his own nightmare; he could do very little as another bolt of pain coursed through his body; a sizzling sensation embracing his entirety. A pulse. Then nothing.
Back laid upon the grass, a faint and welcoming embrace would tickle his skin; the breeze dancing through his strands of golden air as if fairies were tap dancing upon his head. Eyes still closed, he would slowly stir, the taste of the air and the smell of wildflower tickling his nose. Slowly, he would open his eyes... then slowly he would close them.
Hoping in vain that the next time he did open them, he would see his head span spinning above him.
"what the fuck... " he would mumble under his breath.
Code by Serobliss
GamerKitty205
words are hard
Cyra L. Therion & N/A
Cyra shot up with a barrage of curses so colorful it would make a rainbow jealous. Her hands dug into the soft grass, nails pulling roots out of rich soil. She looked at the landscape, picturesque enough to be some desktop background. Where the actual hell was she?
Cyra pulled herself to her feet, hand pressed her to her face as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. Last she could remember— well, last thing she could be sure of was playing some video game, hanging half off her bed. Then static and colors and noise and fucking pain drowning out most of the details. A blade, a threatening voice, a piercing gaze and then a mess of nothing interpretable before...
Cyra’s hand scrambled to pull her phone out of her pocket only to feel something shaped nothing like her phone case. She tore the weird little device out of her pocket and glared at the stupid little thing. A couple of clicks quickly told her that trying to use the GPS was a lost cause... and also that every single game on her phone was lost to the aether.
Cyra growled, shoving her phone back into her pocket as she turned to look at the people around her in their own process of waking up. “Please tell me one of you dumbasses know what’s going on.” She huffed.
Cyra shot up with a barrage of curses so colorful it would make a rainbow jealous. Her hands dug into the soft grass, nails pulling roots out of rich soil. She looked at the landscape, picturesque enough to be some desktop background. Where the actual hell was she?
Cyra pulled herself to her feet, hand pressed her to her face as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. Last she could remember— well, last thing she could be sure of was playing some video game, hanging half off her bed. Then static and colors and noise and fucking pain drowning out most of the details. A blade, a threatening voice, a piercing gaze and then a mess of nothing interpretable before...
Cyra’s hand scrambled to pull her phone out of her pocket only to feel something shaped nothing like her phone case. She tore the weird little device out of her pocket and glared at the stupid little thing. A couple of clicks quickly told her that trying to use the GPS was a lost cause... and also that every single game on her phone was lost to the aether.
Cyra growled, shoving her phone back into her pocket as she turned to look at the people around her in their own process of waking up. “Please tell me one of you dumbasses know what’s going on.” She huffed.
KageYuuki
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Alex Shimura
The rattle of a can, the smell of paint, music blasting through an earbud, a lone artist worked quickly from their precarious perch. The large billboard sat near the city's edge, still easily visible from the sidewalk or highway. Its current contents weren't important. Tonight, it was Nanzea's canvas. A surprise for the early morning commuters if they worked quickly enough. Another addition to the local menace's growing portfolio.
Your heart is racing, blood is running cold
Your fractured will is whispering (fly away, fly away)
Far Away
Here be lions
Alex grinned behind their mask, reaching into their bag for a new color. Hiding behind a mask brought out a boldness they didn't realize they had. They'd become a graffiti artist with a lot to say, and dammit, they were determined the entire city was going to see it, like it or not. They knew it was risky. Dangerous both physically and with the law. But that only added to the thrill. Wind whipped around them as they painted, speckling their hoodie in flecks of neon paint.
Dressed in rage
Inside my cage
My pandemonium
Still bound to the flame that I bear
Buried alive
In the coffin of who I used to be
I'll scream all I like, 'cause we're all mad here
They stepped back, as far as the narrow walkway allowed, assessing their work. "Needs something . . . more purple maybe?" Alex hummed, glancing over their shoulder as they considered their options. The billboard was their most easily visible target yet, it only made sense that it felt like eyes were on them. But this felt . . . different. An uneasy feeling that made the hair at the back of their neck stand on end. Like they were being stalked by someone. Something.
The electronic billboard on the other side of the highway had gone completely white. A stylized star sat in the middle of its screen. "The hell kinda ad's that supposed to be?" They turned back to their work to see their glaring, neon colors had turned faded and dull. The wind had stopped blowing.
You can run but there's nowhere to hide
So scream all you like, no one can hear us
Follow me (Follow me)
Come follow me (Follow me)
To Pandemonium
Found you . . .
Alex jumped, whipping around towards the ladder at the sudden voice. They expected a cop or something standing at the top, glaring them down, but no one was there. Something sharp sliced the air, narrowly missing them as it carved through reality itself. A startled scream left Alex's lips as they dropped their can of spray paint and stumbled back, toppling over the railing. "Shit!"
They didn't fall far before being snatched out of the air and dragged into the tear.
Alex didn't think there'd be anything that would top the pain from losing their leg. They'd take that car accident several times over this. An instant and eternity, Alex couldn't even scream as their body was torn apart. They couldn't even scream. No matter how badly they wanted to.
The sunlight was almost blinding as they came to. Alex grimaced. Their head swam, ears ringing as they laid there, afraid the slightest movement would send another lightning bolt of agony ripping through their form. The soft grass and gentle breeze, the sweet smell of flowers . . . For a moment, it was all too much. They shuddered, curling in on their side. Nothing hurt as they moved. "What the fuck happened?" They whispered.
A colorful array of cursing made them jump. Alex flailed for a moment, pushing themself up. They weren't alone. Six others were spread throughout the small clearing.
“Please tell me one of you dumbasses know what’s going on.” The one that had been swearing demanded with a huff.
"Hell if I know," Alex groaned, running a hand over their face and through their hair. A small part of them noted that their mask was gone from their face. But it was just a drop lost in the building storm of panic sweeping over their thoughts.
The rattle of a can, the smell of paint, music blasting through an earbud, a lone artist worked quickly from their precarious perch. The large billboard sat near the city's edge, still easily visible from the sidewalk or highway. Its current contents weren't important. Tonight, it was Nanzea's canvas. A surprise for the early morning commuters if they worked quickly enough. Another addition to the local menace's growing portfolio.
Your heart is racing, blood is running cold
Your fractured will is whispering (fly away, fly away)
Far Away
Here be lions
Alex grinned behind their mask, reaching into their bag for a new color. Hiding behind a mask brought out a boldness they didn't realize they had. They'd become a graffiti artist with a lot to say, and dammit, they were determined the entire city was going to see it, like it or not. They knew it was risky. Dangerous both physically and with the law. But that only added to the thrill. Wind whipped around them as they painted, speckling their hoodie in flecks of neon paint.
Dressed in rage
Inside my cage
My pandemonium
Still bound to the flame that I bear
Buried alive
In the coffin of who I used to be
I'll scream all I like, 'cause we're all mad here
They stepped back, as far as the narrow walkway allowed, assessing their work. "Needs something . . . more purple maybe?" Alex hummed, glancing over their shoulder as they considered their options. The billboard was their most easily visible target yet, it only made sense that it felt like eyes were on them. But this felt . . . different. An uneasy feeling that made the hair at the back of their neck stand on end. Like they were being stalked by someone. Something.
The electronic billboard on the other side of the highway had gone completely white. A stylized star sat in the middle of its screen. "The hell kinda ad's that supposed to be?" They turned back to their work to see their glaring, neon colors had turned faded and dull. The wind had stopped blowing.
You can run but there's nowhere to hide
So scream all you like, no one can hear us
Follow me (Follow me)
Come follow me (Follow me)
To Pandemonium
Found you . . .
Alex jumped, whipping around towards the ladder at the sudden voice. They expected a cop or something standing at the top, glaring them down, but no one was there. Something sharp sliced the air, narrowly missing them as it carved through reality itself. A startled scream left Alex's lips as they dropped their can of spray paint and stumbled back, toppling over the railing. "Shit!"
They didn't fall far before being snatched out of the air and dragged into the tear.
Alex didn't think there'd be anything that would top the pain from losing their leg. They'd take that car accident several times over this. An instant and eternity, Alex couldn't even scream as their body was torn apart. They couldn't even scream. No matter how badly they wanted to.
The sunlight was almost blinding as they came to. Alex grimaced. Their head swam, ears ringing as they laid there, afraid the slightest movement would send another lightning bolt of agony ripping through their form. The soft grass and gentle breeze, the sweet smell of flowers . . . For a moment, it was all too much. They shuddered, curling in on their side. Nothing hurt as they moved. "What the fuck happened?" They whispered.
A colorful array of cursing made them jump. Alex flailed for a moment, pushing themself up. They weren't alone. Six others were spread throughout the small clearing.
“Please tell me one of you dumbasses know what’s going on.” The one that had been swearing demanded with a huff.
"Hell if I know," Alex groaned, running a hand over their face and through their hair. A small part of them noted that their mask was gone from their face. But it was just a drop lost in the building storm of panic sweeping over their thoughts.
OurShortYears
Masahiro Sakurai's pog face
A cross surrounded by four perpendicular triangles... The way they form fitted around the cross' shape was akin to teeth. Pointed fangs carrying with them a threat all it's own. A biting, gnashing, maw ready to devour the ideals of one's own being or a beastial meaning for the individual it reached out to? A prophetic foretelling of coming disaster.
But I think we'll start from the top instead...
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The monotony of the days had blended together. Gareth was never the type to keep a calendar or even check his phone's. Instead he just kind of guessed what day of the week. He kept a personal tally of how often that was right. It wasn't often but when it was the universe screamed at him that something was wrong.
He had been out cold until a conversation stirred him awake. The conversation was loud enough to cut through all the ringing in his ears. He was doing his best to shake the fog from his lion's mane of a hair style. A great length of strands parted by a single bang that stopped right above the bridge of his nose. He felt the grass below him. Soft and lush. The only thought that occured to him was "How did I end up on my front lawn?"
At first he thought his splitting headache had been caused by a hangover. Slowly he came to the conclusion that it wasn't his lawn. It was a forest and it had more than just a few drunken band mates. Which brought back all kinds of memories and with it some terror. The kind of terror that gave people the chills worse than any illness.
He remembered static coming from his bar's T.V.. At the time he thought it to be just the weather messing with the satellite signal for the broadcast. He was just packing up the instruments and unplugging the equipment. It was his turn to breakdown the set up. This had been the most profitable show they have had in months. Everything had been a good day but the one time he guessed the right day of the week. Was always the one time when everything went to hell.
A voice clear as day piqued over the clicking off of the sound system. It caught his attention long enough to scan his surroundings behind him. He saw the symbol on the screen at first then came face to face with something other worldly. Faster than he could have snapped his fingers in response to the threat. He was out like a light. Just a dude that wasn't aware of his surroundings.
Both...? Neither...?
One would have to guess the symbolic meaning in time. Catching those who do with doom. A life cut short because of paranormal circumstances. Fitting given how this looks. We could yap forever about this oddly specific macguffin of the story. How it changed the man's life in ways he would never know at the time.
But I think we'll start from the top instead...
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The monotony of the days had blended together. Gareth was never the type to keep a calendar or even check his phone's. Instead he just kind of guessed what day of the week. He kept a personal tally of how often that was right. It wasn't often but when it was the universe screamed at him that something was wrong.
He had been out cold until a conversation stirred him awake. The conversation was loud enough to cut through all the ringing in his ears. He was doing his best to shake the fog from his lion's mane of a hair style. A great length of strands parted by a single bang that stopped right above the bridge of his nose. He felt the grass below him. Soft and lush. The only thought that occured to him was "How did I end up on my front lawn?"
At first he thought his splitting headache had been caused by a hangover. Slowly he came to the conclusion that it wasn't his lawn. It was a forest and it had more than just a few drunken band mates. Which brought back all kinds of memories and with it some terror. The kind of terror that gave people the chills worse than any illness.
He remembered static coming from his bar's T.V.. At the time he thought it to be just the weather messing with the satellite signal for the broadcast. He was just packing up the instruments and unplugging the equipment. It was his turn to breakdown the set up. This had been the most profitable show they have had in months. Everything had been a good day but the one time he guessed the right day of the week. Was always the one time when everything went to hell.
Found you...
A voice clear as day piqued over the clicking off of the sound system. It caught his attention long enough to scan his surroundings behind him. He saw the symbol on the screen at first then came face to face with something other worldly. Faster than he could have snapped his fingers in response to the threat. He was out like a light. Just a dude that wasn't aware of his surroundings.
Death had come for him? Quite probably...
The eye searing blankness of white came next. Was that what heaven was? And if so... He would speak his next thoughts aloud for the world to know.
"Do you think this is...? Nah, forget it. This is more like a get away."
He spoke in a voice much lower than the others. The words weren't really meant for others to answer. It was just a few thoughts coming to the surface. He propped himself up against a tree as he found his purchase. His groan of pain from getting up didn't convey his feelings. He was astounded by the beauty of the forest.
His thoughts wandered at what this place was. How he had even gotten here as much as the others. He was just more silently contemplative about his feelings.
"Where ever we are.."
He whistled to show his amazement and spoke in a much more agreeable tone for listeners.
"I'd personally like to thank them for giving us a free vacation."
He started looking around for cameras as if they had been dropped off in a episode of some non descript survival reality show.
The eye searing blankness of white came next. Was that what heaven was? And if so... He would speak his next thoughts aloud for the world to know.
"Do you think this is...? Nah, forget it. This is more like a get away."
He spoke in a voice much lower than the others. The words weren't really meant for others to answer. It was just a few thoughts coming to the surface. He propped himself up against a tree as he found his purchase. His groan of pain from getting up didn't convey his feelings. He was astounded by the beauty of the forest.
His thoughts wandered at what this place was. How he had even gotten here as much as the others. He was just more silently contemplative about his feelings.
"Where ever we are.."
He whistled to show his amazement and spoke in a much more agreeable tone for listeners.
"I'd personally like to thank them for giving us a free vacation."
He started looking around for cameras as if they had been dropped off in a episode of some non descript survival reality show.
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KageYuuki
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Gathering Bearings
As the group of strangers slowly came to and struggled to get their bearings, the forest glade remained calm. A peaceful, idyllic air that begged for a summer picnic. Despite that, it was quiet. No birds sang, no insects buzzed, just leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. Had the group's appearance scared off the local wildlife? Or was something else lurking nearby?
Staring up at the sky, Ciaran could see the clouds slowly drift overhead. Blinking slowly, willing the familiar sights of before to come back into view, none of that would greet him. Instead, a trio of pink birds briefly flew overhead. Blue adorned their tail feathers, and red tipped their wings. While perhaps pretty, even from their height above the trees, it would be easy for him to tell they were massive, far larger than any bird he would've seen outside of perhaps a raptor at the zoo.
Cyran's frustrated demands roused some response from the group lying sprawled among the wildflowers. Ciaran was awake, mumbling under his breath as he stared at the clouds. Alex slowly sat up, holding their head. Gareth even managed to make it to his feet and lean against a tree. But others remained still. Too many others, perhaps. If she moved to check them, some would stir slightly, but the rest were completely unresponsive. Their breathing was slow and steady, and if she checked for a pulse, a strong heartbeat would thrum beneath her fingers. But nothing roused them from their deep slumber.
Learning against the tree, Gareth would be able to observe the clearing in its entirety. The glade would seem perfectly normal if it wasn't for the towering capacitor looming on the other end. A low hum off to the side might draw his attention, the buzz of electricity and hum of a fan. Nestled in the trees off to the side...
Was a vending machine.
Despite having no power cord in sight, it was still lit up, happily humming away as it kept the drinks inside chilled. Gareth wouldn't be able to recognize any of the brands sitting inside. Even the writing seemed completely unfamiliar. A foreign language unlike anything he would have even laid eyes on before. And yet, he'd find himself able to make sense of it, reading it all as if it had been his first language.
Phayne
GamerKitty205
Acethekidd
OurShortYears
AnimeGenork
As the group of strangers slowly came to and struggled to get their bearings, the forest glade remained calm. A peaceful, idyllic air that begged for a summer picnic. Despite that, it was quiet. No birds sang, no insects buzzed, just leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. Had the group's appearance scared off the local wildlife? Or was something else lurking nearby?
Staring up at the sky, Ciaran could see the clouds slowly drift overhead. Blinking slowly, willing the familiar sights of before to come back into view, none of that would greet him. Instead, a trio of pink birds briefly flew overhead. Blue adorned their tail feathers, and red tipped their wings. While perhaps pretty, even from their height above the trees, it would be easy for him to tell they were massive, far larger than any bird he would've seen outside of perhaps a raptor at the zoo.
Cyran's frustrated demands roused some response from the group lying sprawled among the wildflowers. Ciaran was awake, mumbling under his breath as he stared at the clouds. Alex slowly sat up, holding their head. Gareth even managed to make it to his feet and lean against a tree. But others remained still. Too many others, perhaps. If she moved to check them, some would stir slightly, but the rest were completely unresponsive. Their breathing was slow and steady, and if she checked for a pulse, a strong heartbeat would thrum beneath her fingers. But nothing roused them from their deep slumber.
Learning against the tree, Gareth would be able to observe the clearing in its entirety. The glade would seem perfectly normal if it wasn't for the towering capacitor looming on the other end. A low hum off to the side might draw his attention, the buzz of electricity and hum of a fan. Nestled in the trees off to the side...
Was a vending machine.
Despite having no power cord in sight, it was still lit up, happily humming away as it kept the drinks inside chilled. Gareth wouldn't be able to recognize any of the brands sitting inside. Even the writing seemed completely unfamiliar. A foreign language unlike anything he would have even laid eyes on before. And yet, he'd find himself able to make sense of it, reading it all as if it had been his first language.
Phayne
GamerKitty205
Acethekidd
OurShortYears
AnimeGenork
OurShortYears
Masahiro Sakurai's pog face
The sound did catch his attention. He had a sense of silent curiosity like a cat. Drawn to the rhythm of the fan and the light of the machine. He furrowed his brow in wonder and clicked his tongue at the sight of it working with no outlet.
He was unsure how he had came to the conclusion the button he pressed was even the right kind of drink. The symbols were runic. He knew they spoke a language that was readable. He just wasn't sure what that language was.
If his theory didn't pan out, he knew how to handle a machine to give him what he wanted with or without money. If the group was open to sharing a drink with him. They would probably also want to work together to at least find out where they were. One good act usually helped to break the ice after all.
He kept his attention fixed on a tower off in the distance while he waited for his desired soda. That was probably the thing providing the electricity. At least that's what he convinced himself was true. It was his best guess. He quickly grabbed his phone and pressed it's screen a few times. Nothing... Not even turning it on a few times worked. It was very dead.
He thought for a moment on the things that were set before him. They were in the middle of the forest. Despite magical electrical devices and an assumed power station to keep them running at one hundred and ten percent he had no cell service. The magic rules didn't work for other technology the same as it did for the forest's.
He wondered about having touched that button now. He turned his attention back to the vending machine. He expected teeth and maybe a very long tongue to have sprouted. He half expected his demise to a Mimic and still hoped it would give him several free drinks. He was a weird one but the circumstances were stranger still.
"The wonders of wireless technology in modern day..."
He spoke in a airy voice. He tilted his head in confusion at the device. He knew well electricity didn't grow on trees. Yet, he would still bite like the fish this made him out to be. If electricity was free and bountiful. Did that make money irrelevant too? He decided to test that theory. So he simply pressed the button for a nice cola.
He was unsure how he had came to the conclusion the button he pressed was even the right kind of drink. The symbols were runic. He knew they spoke a language that was readable. He just wasn't sure what that language was.
"You guys want a drink? This vending machine's... Magic?"
He raised his voice loud enough to get the awake's attention. His words paused for a moment unsure how to explain this. His questioning of the odd phenomena was because he couldn't really comprehend what other worldly force made this work. Furthermore how it did it so efficiently. This thing worked better than most modern models and this one looked old. Not rusty or aged just like a model you would see in a film from the ninety's or earlier.
If his theory didn't pan out, he knew how to handle a machine to give him what he wanted with or without money. If the group was open to sharing a drink with him. They would probably also want to work together to at least find out where they were. One good act usually helped to break the ice after all.
He kept his attention fixed on a tower off in the distance while he waited for his desired soda. That was probably the thing providing the electricity. At least that's what he convinced himself was true. It was his best guess. He quickly grabbed his phone and pressed it's screen a few times. Nothing... Not even turning it on a few times worked. It was very dead.
He thought for a moment on the things that were set before him. They were in the middle of the forest. Despite magical electrical devices and an assumed power station to keep them running at one hundred and ten percent he had no cell service. The magic rules didn't work for other technology the same as it did for the forest's.
He wondered about having touched that button now. He turned his attention back to the vending machine. He expected teeth and maybe a very long tongue to have sprouted. He half expected his demise to a Mimic and still hoped it would give him several free drinks. He was a weird one but the circumstances were stranger still.
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Phayne
[▬▬(ஜ۩۞۩ஜ)▬▬]
The bringer of Hope
Ciaran Kilbane
Spirit of Darkness
Home --> Park --> Hell? --> Digital world
Eyes shut tightly, brows furrowed and his brain attempting to rationalize what the fuck just happened, Ciaran could only remain splayed out across the ground; lost and confused. Despite his attempts to convince himself that this was all a dream, a nightmare, Ciaran was gradually coming to the realization that the only thing that was beginning to make sense to him, was that none of this made any sense to begin with. What hellish visions had he just witnessed? What inhumane torture had his body undergone; torn apart before his very eyes?. Even without having to look, he could tell that his body was still intact. So what had he seen? What had he endured?
A heavy sigh escaping him, Ciaran pressing his palm to the ground, could only confirm that the surface he laid on was definitely not his bed; the texture of earth and the tickle of grass against skin told him all he needed to know. Alas, further proof that he wasn't hallucinating all of this would soon come as the voice of others began to permeate the space; individuals like him that had somehow been dragged into this realm. Like him, they were just as confused.
Silent and doing his best to maintain a steady rhythm to his breathing, Ciaran would listen to the voices around him; gathering whatever information he could gain.
“Please tell me one of you dumbasses know what’s going on.” came the first voice, Ciaran rolling his eyes at the hypocrisy of their comment. 'You're just as much a dumbass.." he thought to himself, turning his head slightly towards the direction of the voice. "Hell if I know," spoke another, their addition not providing much to Ciaran's attempt to gain information on their situation.
"Where ever we are... I'd personally like to thank them for giving us a free vacation."
It wouldn't take long for the king of these dumbasses to speak up, calling their situation a vacation was the last thing that Ciaran had even considered. What kind of vacation required the torment and mental mind fuck that they had just undergone. By all accounts, if someone where to call this place 'hell', Ciaran would sooner believe them than whichever one of these voices just called their situation a vacation.
With not much more to gain from simply eavesdropping, Ciaran would unwillingly open his eyes; any vestiges of hope that he would awake from this nightmare and back in his room now exorcised as he squinted against the invading light above. It would be a few moments before his vision adjusted to the sight before him; passing clouds leisurely drifting overhead. A few more blinks as he made the final adjustments, would reveal a trio of bird like creatures above him; their existence visually striking yet not without questions.
"What the hell... are those things..?" mumbled Ciaran, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing right. Despite not being a zoologist and the extent of his animal knowledge being largely dependant on animal planet, Ciaran didn't need to be well educated to discern that those large birdlike creatures above were not something that should have existed. Even more confused than he was before; the following comments would only further serve to make all of this make even less sense.
"The wonders of wireless technology in modern day...You guys want a drink? This vending machine's... Magic?" Despite Gareth not having the intention of irking Ciaran, his comments were really starting to get on Ciaran's nerves; the blonde judging Gareth's comments out of context and only assuming them to be nonsense.
'A vending machine?.. what the hell is this guy even talking about...' he thought to himself, finally sitting upright and taking the entire scenery in; eyes falling upon the others caught up in this madness... and finally resting upon the vending machine... '... guess he wasn't chatting rubbish...' thought Ciaran, feeling somewhat guilty for blindly judging Gareth.
Speechless, Ciaran would simply watch and see. Was the vending machine magic?... a drink wouldn't be too bad right about now.
KageYuuki
OurShortYears
GamerKitty205
Code by Serobliss
KageYuuki
(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Alex Shimura
"Where ever we are... I'd personally like to thank them for giving us a free vacation."
"A free--!?" Alex turned towards the voice, blinking more in shock than anger. "You must've had a much chiller trip here than I did." It felt way too real to be a dream. They shuddered, stomach twisting at the memory. Watching helplessly as their flesh was torn away into motes of light... The pain. They tasted bile. Shaking their head, they rubbed their eyes and took and steadying breath. Alex pushed themselves to their feet, legs shaky and unsteady. Prooobably should've made sure my leg was attached before getting up... Hindsight. Cans of spraypaint rattled and clinked in their bag as they moved. "Took my mask off but didn't take these?" Alex turned to open the messenger bag slung across their shoulders.
"Fuck me..." They muttered under their breath, finally registering the number of people laid out accross the glade. "One, two, three..." Alex quietly counted, "Eleven? Why?" They shuffled forward a few steps and eased down next to one of the ones that were still out, shaking their shoulder. "No, that's not what you're supposed to do, uhhh..." It felt like ages ago since they'd last taken any kind of first aid class. "Oh, right," they pressed their knuckles against their fellow abductee's chest. No reaction.
Alex leaned closer, feeling a warm, steady breath against their cheek and watching their chest rise and fall. "Well . . . that's something at least," they muttered under their breath. Shifting, they carefully rolled the person onto their side. It likely wasn't a proper recovery postition, but it had to be better than just lying on their back, right?
"You guys want a drink? This vending machine's... Magic?"
Vending machine? "What the hell are you--?" Alex turned towards Gareth and stopped. Sure enough, there in front of him. Was a damn vending machine. Out in the middle of the woods. "I . . ." They sat back on their heels, "Huh?" Taking another look around the woods, they spotted the giant monolith jutting out of the earth. It was painted to look like a capacitor, complete with thin, metal legs. "What the fuck...?"
"Where ever we are... I'd personally like to thank them for giving us a free vacation."
"A free--!?" Alex turned towards the voice, blinking more in shock than anger. "You must've had a much chiller trip here than I did." It felt way too real to be a dream. They shuddered, stomach twisting at the memory. Watching helplessly as their flesh was torn away into motes of light... The pain. They tasted bile. Shaking their head, they rubbed their eyes and took and steadying breath. Alex pushed themselves to their feet, legs shaky and unsteady. Prooobably should've made sure my leg was attached before getting up... Hindsight. Cans of spraypaint rattled and clinked in their bag as they moved. "Took my mask off but didn't take these?" Alex turned to open the messenger bag slung across their shoulders.
"Fuck me..." They muttered under their breath, finally registering the number of people laid out accross the glade. "One, two, three..." Alex quietly counted, "Eleven? Why?" They shuffled forward a few steps and eased down next to one of the ones that were still out, shaking their shoulder. "No, that's not what you're supposed to do, uhhh..." It felt like ages ago since they'd last taken any kind of first aid class. "Oh, right," they pressed their knuckles against their fellow abductee's chest. No reaction.
Alex leaned closer, feeling a warm, steady breath against their cheek and watching their chest rise and fall. "Well . . . that's something at least," they muttered under their breath. Shifting, they carefully rolled the person onto their side. It likely wasn't a proper recovery postition, but it had to be better than just lying on their back, right?
"You guys want a drink? This vending machine's... Magic?"
Vending machine? "What the hell are you--?" Alex turned towards Gareth and stopped. Sure enough, there in front of him. Was a damn vending machine. Out in the middle of the woods. "I . . ." They sat back on their heels, "Huh?" Taking another look around the woods, they spotted the giant monolith jutting out of the earth. It was painted to look like a capacitor, complete with thin, metal legs. "What the fuck...?"
AtlannianSpy
Alarmed and Strangerous
Karen Harper
Karen glanced down at her neat, handwritten notes. The gesture was mostly a formality, the meeting had proceeded mostly on track and there were only few, optional items left on the agenda.
"I just want to quickly circle around to our social media efforts," Karen said, after clearing her throat softly. "The landscape of social media is a lot more fragmented these days, which presents some challenges to a campaign like this, but we've been seeing some really good engagement. I especially want to shout out Elaine, whose been able to leverage her contacts with existing local pages to really great effect.
The middle aged woman smiled widely and waved a hand modestly. "Oh pshhaw, those old ladies love to gossip about anything, it was childs play to drop a few hints here and there,"
"They also love to leave negative reviews," said Karen, allowing her own satisfaction to show openly. "Which will make them a key bargaining chip once we present our demands openly to management. On that note I-"
Karen broke off her sentence as a notification in the corner of her laptop's screen alerted her to another incoming call.
Hmm, they're a little early, but we can probably wrap this up now, Karen thought.
"On second thought, I think we can table the rest of this stuff until next week," Karen said smoothly. "Why don't I let you guys go. Keep up the good work everyone,"
There was a round of low cheers and then goodbyes as everyone logged off and then Karen had a moment of peace before her next call.
It was only a moment though.
"KARRI!-" "ou know where the-" "NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUSTIN SAID TO ME HE-" "eacher said MINE was the best and-"
Suddenly every centimetre of the video call window was taken up by youthful faces, all of them talking over each other in a bid to be heard.
Karen winced and held up her hands. "Alright, alright one at a time please! Rebecca, you can start,"
The youngest of Karen's siblings straightened up and the older children reluctantly ceded the floor to her.
"When are you coming home?" Rebecca asked, her big, blue eyes shining as they looked at Karen through the monitor.
Karen sighed fondly. "It's still going to be a while okay? I'll be home for the Christmas holidays remember? Can you tell me how many sleeps that is?"
Rebecca's face crinkled with concentration as she worked her way through the question, then suddenly the video feed cut and in fact Karen's entire screen cut out, replaced only by a flurry of static.
"What the? Oh come on!" Karen fumed, clicking around with her mouse in a vain attempt to produce some kind of feedback. The laptop had been a graduation present so it was less than a year old, there was no reason for it to be breaking down so suddenly.
Muttering under her breath about "planned obsolescence" and "Greedy tech fatcats" Karen pulled her phone out of her bag to look up the manufacturer of her laptop's help desk but when she unlocked her cheap smart phone a cold chill ran down her spine, that screen was engulfed in the same, hissing static. No way both devices had just suddenly broken down in the same way! Could this be some kind of malware or hacking attempt,"
Karen glanced back up at her laptop, in time to notice a design becoming visible in the static. It was faint and ghostly at first, reminding Karen somewhat of the splotches of colour she saw when she closed her eyelids, but over time it became sharper and brighter until it almost hurt to look at and it was easy to identify as a stylised image of a rose...
Found you . . .
Karen tried to turn around, but there was no time before her world erupted in light and the flash of steel, then suddenly Karen was moving along an axis she had never experienced before. There was light, then darkness and a cavalcade of voices of which Karen could catch only fragments of, it was like listening to her siblings talking over each other multiplied by a hundred and there was sharp, tingling pain all over her body and a soft voice and then...nothing...
Karen's eyes flicked open and she gasped and bolted upright, swivelling her head around to orient herself. There was solid ground underneath her and Karen seemed to have a physical body again so that was something, but it wasn't the slate grey, stain resistant carpeting of the university library underneath her, it was soft, tickling grass and there was bright blue sky up above.
"Wh-What the fuck just happened!?" Karen demanded, her voice wavering slightly as she looked around for someone to hold accountable. From what she could tell, everyone around her looked just as confused as her, if not, but somebody, somewhere had to be responsible for all this right? And getting angry felt better than just being scared and confused. "WHere are we and who... Who the hell is in charge here!?" Karen asked loudly, letting herself work up a head of steam. "You can't just kidnap people and, and dump them in the middle of a field for God's sake!"
Karen glanced down at her neat, handwritten notes. The gesture was mostly a formality, the meeting had proceeded mostly on track and there were only few, optional items left on the agenda.
"I just want to quickly circle around to our social media efforts," Karen said, after clearing her throat softly. "The landscape of social media is a lot more fragmented these days, which presents some challenges to a campaign like this, but we've been seeing some really good engagement. I especially want to shout out Elaine, whose been able to leverage her contacts with existing local pages to really great effect.
The middle aged woman smiled widely and waved a hand modestly. "Oh pshhaw, those old ladies love to gossip about anything, it was childs play to drop a few hints here and there,"
"They also love to leave negative reviews," said Karen, allowing her own satisfaction to show openly. "Which will make them a key bargaining chip once we present our demands openly to management. On that note I-"
Karen broke off her sentence as a notification in the corner of her laptop's screen alerted her to another incoming call.
Hmm, they're a little early, but we can probably wrap this up now, Karen thought.
"On second thought, I think we can table the rest of this stuff until next week," Karen said smoothly. "Why don't I let you guys go. Keep up the good work everyone,"
There was a round of low cheers and then goodbyes as everyone logged off and then Karen had a moment of peace before her next call.
It was only a moment though.
"KARRI!-" "ou know where the-" "NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUSTIN SAID TO ME HE-" "eacher said MINE was the best and-"
Suddenly every centimetre of the video call window was taken up by youthful faces, all of them talking over each other in a bid to be heard.
Karen winced and held up her hands. "Alright, alright one at a time please! Rebecca, you can start,"
The youngest of Karen's siblings straightened up and the older children reluctantly ceded the floor to her.
"When are you coming home?" Rebecca asked, her big, blue eyes shining as they looked at Karen through the monitor.
Karen sighed fondly. "It's still going to be a while okay? I'll be home for the Christmas holidays remember? Can you tell me how many sleeps that is?"
Rebecca's face crinkled with concentration as she worked her way through the question, then suddenly the video feed cut and in fact Karen's entire screen cut out, replaced only by a flurry of static.
"What the? Oh come on!" Karen fumed, clicking around with her mouse in a vain attempt to produce some kind of feedback. The laptop had been a graduation present so it was less than a year old, there was no reason for it to be breaking down so suddenly.
Muttering under her breath about "planned obsolescence" and "Greedy tech fatcats" Karen pulled her phone out of her bag to look up the manufacturer of her laptop's help desk but when she unlocked her cheap smart phone a cold chill ran down her spine, that screen was engulfed in the same, hissing static. No way both devices had just suddenly broken down in the same way! Could this be some kind of malware or hacking attempt,"
Karen glanced back up at her laptop, in time to notice a design becoming visible in the static. It was faint and ghostly at first, reminding Karen somewhat of the splotches of colour she saw when she closed her eyelids, but over time it became sharper and brighter until it almost hurt to look at and it was easy to identify as a stylised image of a rose...
Found you . . .
Karen tried to turn around, but there was no time before her world erupted in light and the flash of steel, then suddenly Karen was moving along an axis she had never experienced before. There was light, then darkness and a cavalcade of voices of which Karen could catch only fragments of, it was like listening to her siblings talking over each other multiplied by a hundred and there was sharp, tingling pain all over her body and a soft voice and then...nothing...
Karen's eyes flicked open and she gasped and bolted upright, swivelling her head around to orient herself. There was solid ground underneath her and Karen seemed to have a physical body again so that was something, but it wasn't the slate grey, stain resistant carpeting of the university library underneath her, it was soft, tickling grass and there was bright blue sky up above.
"Wh-What the fuck just happened!?" Karen demanded, her voice wavering slightly as she looked around for someone to hold accountable. From what she could tell, everyone around her looked just as confused as her, if not, but somebody, somewhere had to be responsible for all this right? And getting angry felt better than just being scared and confused. "WHere are we and who... Who the hell is in charge here!?" Karen asked loudly, letting herself work up a head of steam. "You can't just kidnap people and, and dump them in the middle of a field for God's sake!"
GamerKitty205
words are hard
Cyra L. Therion & N/A
Looks like everyone was as clueless as her. Cyra let out a sigh and poked one of the people still sleeping in the grass. Sleeping, not dead-- they all still seemed to be breathing and reacting to stimuli. Just not getting up.
She looked at the people who weren’t still passed out on the ground. Grey hair over there was definitely going to get himself killed. Two minutes in and he was already poking the most obvious trap she had ever seen. One of them was just sitting in the grass still, watching everything in awe. Glasses over there was trying to help the handful of lost causes in the grass and of course...
“Looks like you can!” Cyra laughed as she stretched, letting the awful sore feeling leave her limbs. “And honestly? I don’t think any of us want to meet whoever’s in charge.”
Anyone willing to painfully drag a dozen people into what seemed to be some weird dimension was probably not the nicest person. And as much as Cyra would love to deck the person responsible for this, she had a feeling that was a fight she would lose. She patted down her pockets-- nothing useful except for a pocket knife she forgot she even had on her.
“No way I’m waiting around for answers,” Cyra began strolling towards the forest and the strange tower in the distance. “See ya never!”
She looked at the people who weren’t still passed out on the ground. Grey hair over there was definitely going to get himself killed. Two minutes in and he was already poking the most obvious trap she had ever seen. One of them was just sitting in the grass still, watching everything in awe. Glasses over there was trying to help the handful of lost causes in the grass and of course...
“Looks like you can!” Cyra laughed as she stretched, letting the awful sore feeling leave her limbs. “And honestly? I don’t think any of us want to meet whoever’s in charge.”
Anyone willing to painfully drag a dozen people into what seemed to be some weird dimension was probably not the nicest person. And as much as Cyra would love to deck the person responsible for this, she had a feeling that was a fight she would lose. She patted down her pockets-- nothing useful except for a pocket knife she forgot she even had on her.
“No way I’m waiting around for answers,” Cyra began strolling towards the forest and the strange tower in the distance. “See ya never!”
OurShortYears
Masahiro Sakurai's pog face
Gareth came back with drinks in hand. Rather it was to say armfuls of things for people to try. Drinks of different kinds for people to pick and choose at their leisure. Even for those that were still out cold. He put down a pile of cans next to Alex for them to make their choice of beverage. As well as the others to make theirs.
His luck had been just as bad as the rest of theirs. He still had a nagging pain in the back of his head. Like he had possibly taken a clubbing recently. The only difference was perspective. A forest this beautiful couldn't be all bad. Even if it was marred by some random electrical contraptions. And if food was as easy to get as a cold can or bottle. They wouldn't have to worry about dying (again) from starvation or thirst.
He asked them as if the spire was just a trick of his mind. He thumbed over his shoulder to signal the thing. If it was a trick... It had to be one of collective consciousness. That was at least confirmation of such.
"Well, that means I've not completely lost it. I suppose that's the best thing I could hope for. I'm Gareth, by the way."
Gareth remembered his manners and spoke clearly for all in the zone to hear. You had to introduce yourself before asking another for their name after all. He looked around at the others for a moment. He hoped the awake would show the same courtesy and that the sleeping would stir soon.
He was more worried about the others than himself. That's probably why his fear of this strange new world or rather the potential predators were the after thought.
That was the real question. Though he supposed they didn't have the answer any more than he did. All of them were grasping at straws here.
It was then that another voice came through loud and clear.
While they weren't wrong about that. Kidnappers usually asked for a ransom and held people at weapon point. They did not have that as a luxury. It was everyone for themselves. Another person mirrored this thought with action. Saying something to the new face and then attempting to dip after finding a knife.
His luck had been just as bad as the rest of theirs. He still had a nagging pain in the back of his head. Like he had possibly taken a clubbing recently. The only difference was perspective. A forest this beautiful couldn't be all bad. Even if it was marred by some random electrical contraptions. And if food was as easy to get as a cold can or bottle. They wouldn't have to worry about dying (again) from starvation or thirst.
"You see it too, yeah?"
He asked them as if the spire was just a trick of his mind. He thumbed over his shoulder to signal the thing. If it was a trick... It had to be one of collective consciousness. That was at least confirmation of such.
"Well, that means I've not completely lost it. I suppose that's the best thing I could hope for. I'm Gareth, by the way."
He was more worried about the others than himself. That's probably why his fear of this strange new world or rather the potential predators were the after thought.
"You think that thing is magic too?"
That was the real question. Though he supposed they didn't have the answer any more than he did. All of them were grasping at straws here.
It was then that another voice came through loud and clear.
"You can't just kidnap people and dump them in the middle of a field for God's sake!"
While they weren't wrong about that. Kidnappers usually asked for a ransom and held people at weapon point. They did not have that as a luxury. It was everyone for themselves. Another person mirrored this thought with action. Saying something to the new face and then attempting to dip after finding a knife.
"No way I'm waiting around for answers, see ya never!"
He huffed in response to the group quickly dissolving like sugar in a water glass. He supposed it was time to be the voice of reason amongst a mob hell bent on slaying Frankenstein or each other.
"I can't let you do that Starfox... Think for a second, what hope do you have with a dinky blade against a magic tower? There's probably a whole demon lord at the top and I doubt your Rogue level is that high. Can we at least agree to stay together for at least a little while longer? What if whoever did this comes back? We're better as a group, you know?"
He removed all doubt he was bat shit with that statement. Even if he did successfully win against the supposed mimic. Even still the math mathed. Numbers were better in this situation. Even if they had been snatched one by one and Isekai'd.
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The Duck Overlord
Suzume Kirisawa
# Agumon
♡coded by uxie♡
KageYuuki
(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Out in the Open
Clunk.
At the press of a button, Gareth would find that the machine was no mimic, dispensing his selected can. The writing on the can, strange looking as it was, proclaimed it to be File Soda. Further button presses yielded more items. It would seem the various beverages and chilled snacks were fair game. If any kind of payment was required, it didn't seem to be demanded up front. Though the names seemed a bit odd: File Soda, Neon Drink, Orange Banana Cream Pie, Smiling Apple Cider, Triangular Milk, Celestial Chestnut Coffee, and Steel Meat Sandwich were just some of the options within.
Stepping into the forest surrounding them, Cyan wouldn't see any immediate clues to their current whereabouts. If there were any, it'd likely be further than just the edge of the clearing they'd all been dumped into rather unceremoniously. If she strained, the sound of running water could be heard further out. Wherever they were, it appeared to be near a river or creek. Whether or not she heeded Gareth's calls was up to her. Something in the leaves overhead rustled. If she looked, she'd catch a brief glimpse of a small ball of golden fur darting out of sight.
Karen's loud demands and Suzume's unease were met with the rustle of leaves behind them. Something was approaching. "They're this way!" A youthful sounding voice called, "Maybe they're waking up!" Indigo tipped red ears were the first thing they'd see before a stout figure emerged in the clearing. Bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of the confused group. "You're awake! I was so worried when I found you guys and couldn't get you to wake up!" He started to move closer to Suzume.
"Stay back, Elecmon." A deep, rumbling voice stopped him in his tracks. The next creature to emerge was far larger, though made no sound as he moved. A cross between a man and a lion, he looked over the group with sharp and dangerous eyes. Judging by the numerous scars along his arms and chest and the sword that hung from his belt, he was no stranger to battle. A clawed hand inched back towards his weapon.
"It's them!" A much smaller voice cried out emerging from behind the towering manbeast. Looking more like a disembodied head with horns, it was laughable in comparison to the massive threat it was talking to. Bright green eyes locked onto Ciaran. "It's really him, Leomon!"
"I told you to stay back in the village!" Leomon sounded almost like an exasperated parent, blade and bristling fangs aside.
The bouncing head seemed too excited to pay his scolding any mind. A snapped twig and rustling branch announced he wasn't the only tagalong.
"So much as try to hurt them and I'll end you." Leomon warned the humans.
Phayne
OurShortYears
AnimeGenork
AtlannianSpy
GamerKitty205
Clunk.
At the press of a button, Gareth would find that the machine was no mimic, dispensing his selected can. The writing on the can, strange looking as it was, proclaimed it to be File Soda. Further button presses yielded more items. It would seem the various beverages and chilled snacks were fair game. If any kind of payment was required, it didn't seem to be demanded up front. Though the names seemed a bit odd: File Soda, Neon Drink, Orange Banana Cream Pie, Smiling Apple Cider, Triangular Milk, Celestial Chestnut Coffee, and Steel Meat Sandwich were just some of the options within.
Stepping into the forest surrounding them, Cyan wouldn't see any immediate clues to their current whereabouts. If there were any, it'd likely be further than just the edge of the clearing they'd all been dumped into rather unceremoniously. If she strained, the sound of running water could be heard further out. Wherever they were, it appeared to be near a river or creek. Whether or not she heeded Gareth's calls was up to her. Something in the leaves overhead rustled. If she looked, she'd catch a brief glimpse of a small ball of golden fur darting out of sight.
"Stay back, Elecmon." A deep, rumbling voice stopped him in his tracks. The next creature to emerge was far larger, though made no sound as he moved. A cross between a man and a lion, he looked over the group with sharp and dangerous eyes. Judging by the numerous scars along his arms and chest and the sword that hung from his belt, he was no stranger to battle. A clawed hand inched back towards his weapon.
"It's them!" A much smaller voice cried out emerging from behind the towering manbeast. Looking more like a disembodied head with horns, it was laughable in comparison to the massive threat it was talking to. Bright green eyes locked onto Ciaran. "It's really him, Leomon!"
"I told you to stay back in the village!" Leomon sounded almost like an exasperated parent, blade and bristling fangs aside.
The bouncing head seemed too excited to pay his scolding any mind. A snapped twig and rustling branch announced he wasn't the only tagalong.
"So much as try to hurt them and I'll end you." Leomon warned the humans.
| Meet your partners! Having followed after Leomon and Elecmon, they're all nearby. Once you've met, your Digivices will come to life and change to whatever two colors seem most fitting for the two of you. |
Phayne
OurShortYears
AnimeGenork
AtlannianSpy
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OurShortYears
Masahiro Sakurai's pog face
A large lion man far to scarred to be called cowardly emerged, along with a creature that looked like a fusion between a frog and a rabbit. Gareth was incredibly taken back by how big they were. The lion could have dwarfed him.
He fainted on the spot. Crashing to the ground beneath. Something he would surely feel if not for the lush grass under him. The curious thing was his phone slipped out of his pocket. Instead of looking like some typical run of the mill brand of smart phone. It was now purplish white and blue. It was even more active and a mystery to be figured out when he awoke.
"Total light weight..."
The head sighed it's frustration and spoke in jest. It's mohawk blade used to poke the guy twice before it gave up. It planted itself into the vest of the man as if nesting. It chuckled to itself proud it spooked the human.
"Dorothy, I don't think this is Kansas; or Oz for that matter!"
He then exclaimed for the world to know. He was a little more frightened now. But then a cute orange ball with a blade atop his head emerged. It's red eyes sized him up for a moment.
"I thought you would be tougher."
"Ouch, harsh much?"
It was a bit of playful back and forth between the two. In truth he probably deserved that. He was kind of a push over. The creature was rude but even more weird than that was that all these creatures could convey their thoughts with words. Words that could be understood as his own native language and that were taken to a bit late. "Ouch, harsh much?"
"Am I crazy or are these things talking?"
It had to be the shock of it all. Being kidnapped to a remote tropical forest didn't phase him, even more so coming to terms with magical electronics riddling the ground, that was also understandable. The thing that finally sent his brain into frying. He had to be responsible for a talking pet or even worse a child.
He fainted on the spot. Crashing to the ground beneath. Something he would surely feel if not for the lush grass under him. The curious thing was his phone slipped out of his pocket. Instead of looking like some typical run of the mill brand of smart phone. It was now purplish white and blue. It was even more active and a mystery to be figured out when he awoke.
"Total light weight..."
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Alarmed and Strangerous
Karen Harper
Karen felt like she was giving herself whiplash, snapping her gaze back and forth as new crises blossomed into being hot on each other's heels. First someone tried to wander off into the wood like that was a sane idea and then somebody else pointed out that there still unconscious people lying around and if they couldn't be woken up then they probably needed serious medical attention. Karen tried to pull out her phone to call 000 only to discover that her ageing Samsung had been replaced by some kind of weird, hokey looking game boy thing? Had she been robbed? But then why leave behind a different device? Especially one that, as far as Karen could tell was broken because none of her frantic button presses elicited any kind of response. Useless!
So Karen was already frazzled when the bushes rustled and a giant fucking furry strolled right in carrying a huge sword
Karen spun, raising the stupid brick of a device over her head like she was going to throw it as if that would do anything other than piss off the scary lion man. Karen wanted to tell herself it was just a pervert in a suit or maybe some kind of animatronic whatever, but it just wasn't. The way the thing moved was too natural, it's muscles contracting and flexing underneath the fur in a way that animatronics just couldn't match.
Karen remained frozen in position, unable to settle on flee or fight, obviously they couldn't fight that thing and win but what about the unconscious people? If they ran would it just... eat them?"
"You don't have to worry about Leomon, he's a big softie, really," said a high pitched voice from right near Karen's foot.
Karen yelped and stumbled backwards, not expecting something to have gotten so close to her and, after windmilling her arms in a vain attempt to regain her balance she fell backwards, landing on her butt which put her face to face with the speaker.
It was a blob. It was a cute blob sure, with big, round, innocent eyes and little, kitten like teeth in its mouth but it was definitely a blob. One year Chelsea, Karen's third youngest sister, had tried to make creme brulee from scratch for mother's day. The attempt had been a disaster even before Karen had had to wrestle a blowtorch away from the overly enthusiastic eight year old, but if the creme brulee's had survived that unfortunate incident and lived long enough to evolve eyes and a mouth they would probably look a lot like this.
"Ouch, that looked like it hurt," said the Creme Brulob with a sympathetic wince. "Yeah those 'leg' things seem tricky. Leoman handles them pretty well but he's super old so he's had a lot of practice, I guess you just digivolved yours?"
"I...what?" Karen said, then she blinked slowly and forced herself to put aside the hundreds of questions whirring around in her mind. One thing at a time, Karen told herself. "WHat are you?" asked after a moment, trying not to make the question sound like an insult.
Instead of answering right away, the blob sort of.. contracted in on itself and then suddenly bounced up into the air, landing on top of one of Karen's raised knees so that it could look directly into her eyes.
"I'm Gummymon, duh," said Gummymon, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm your partner silly,"
Karen felt like she was giving herself whiplash, snapping her gaze back and forth as new crises blossomed into being hot on each other's heels. First someone tried to wander off into the wood like that was a sane idea and then somebody else pointed out that there still unconscious people lying around and if they couldn't be woken up then they probably needed serious medical attention. Karen tried to pull out her phone to call 000 only to discover that her ageing Samsung had been replaced by some kind of weird, hokey looking game boy thing? Had she been robbed? But then why leave behind a different device? Especially one that, as far as Karen could tell was broken because none of her frantic button presses elicited any kind of response. Useless!
So Karen was already frazzled when the bushes rustled and a giant fucking furry strolled right in carrying a huge sword
Karen spun, raising the stupid brick of a device over her head like she was going to throw it as if that would do anything other than piss off the scary lion man. Karen wanted to tell herself it was just a pervert in a suit or maybe some kind of animatronic whatever, but it just wasn't. The way the thing moved was too natural, it's muscles contracting and flexing underneath the fur in a way that animatronics just couldn't match.
Karen remained frozen in position, unable to settle on flee or fight, obviously they couldn't fight that thing and win but what about the unconscious people? If they ran would it just... eat them?"
"You don't have to worry about Leomon, he's a big softie, really," said a high pitched voice from right near Karen's foot.
Karen yelped and stumbled backwards, not expecting something to have gotten so close to her and, after windmilling her arms in a vain attempt to regain her balance she fell backwards, landing on her butt which put her face to face with the speaker.
It was a blob. It was a cute blob sure, with big, round, innocent eyes and little, kitten like teeth in its mouth but it was definitely a blob. One year Chelsea, Karen's third youngest sister, had tried to make creme brulee from scratch for mother's day. The attempt had been a disaster even before Karen had had to wrestle a blowtorch away from the overly enthusiastic eight year old, but if the creme brulee's had survived that unfortunate incident and lived long enough to evolve eyes and a mouth they would probably look a lot like this.
"Ouch, that looked like it hurt," said the Creme Brulob with a sympathetic wince. "Yeah those 'leg' things seem tricky. Leoman handles them pretty well but he's super old so he's had a lot of practice, I guess you just digivolved yours?"
"I...what?" Karen said, then she blinked slowly and forced herself to put aside the hundreds of questions whirring around in her mind. One thing at a time, Karen told herself. "WHat are you?" asked after a moment, trying not to make the question sound like an insult.
Instead of answering right away, the blob sort of.. contracted in on itself and then suddenly bounced up into the air, landing on top of one of Karen's raised knees so that it could look directly into her eyes.
"I'm Gummymon, duh," said Gummymon, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm your partner silly,"
Phayne
[▬▬(ஜ۩۞۩ஜ)▬▬]
The bringer of Hope
Ciaran Kilbane
Spirit of Darkness
What the hell is a Yaamon?
"Thanks.." mumbled Ciaran as he reached out for one of the bevvies that Gareth had brought over; his eyes studying the can for any sign of abnormality though aside from its unfamiliar name, there seemed to nothing out of the ordinary. 'Smiling Apple Cider', A side glance to the other's would be enough to convince Ciaran that this vending machine was simply from a foreign country. If there were others here from different countries, it wouldn't be too farfetched that this vending machine was too.
Scrutinizing the can as best he could, eyes watching as the condensation glistened across its surface, there would inevitably be no other option but to open the top for further inspection; the audible pop and fizz betraying nothing out of the ordinary. Alas, savouring the drink would be put to an immediate halt as the peace and tranquility of their surroundings was pervaded by a sound many would associated with hell itself.
Nails scraping across the surface of a chalkboard, if only that were the source of the sound now assaulting his senses. Oh how unlucky he was, for something far worse now made themselves known. As if his head wasn't already ringing from the mental mind fuckery that he had undergone, he was now forced to listen to the scalding kettle pot of a woman harping on about wanting to speak to whoever was responsible; the hair on his back standing on end as the incessent cawing of your textbook karen drowned out any other noise within the immediate vicinity.
"Oh shut up.." Ciaran mumbled under his breath, turning his back towards the woman in an attempt to somehow drown out the noise she was making. Despite wanting the same answers that she did, Ciaran would rather find them absent of a headache.
.....
Keeping to himself for the most part as others continued to awake and converse; though it was the sudden shift in direction of the conversation that would catch Ciaran's attention. While the general topic revolved around waking up and being confused to the general situation, the newest voice to permeate the area held no such intention; rather the way they spoke seemed to hint towards them being natives of this area or perhaps others brought here before them. Needless to say, it was obvious from what they said that they were not part of the group that found themselves physically assaulted and left in a field today.
Turning around and expecting to see other people, Ciaran was almost caught completely off guard, the can of smiling apple cider dropping to the ground as his eyes first fixed themselves upon the red and blue creature and finally being drawn to the imposing figure of the large bipedal lion.
"Wh.. what the actual fuck is going on..." he sputtered, his natural instincts being forced into overdrive; a desire to immediately leave the area swelling within him. Afterall... a fucking talking lion was standing right there... what human in their right mind would simply stand there in front of an apex predator. Though despite being presented with the side of a bipedal talking lion; it was the short bouncing ball barely taller than the beast's ankle that would steal Ciaran's undivided attention; apple green eyes staring at him across the distance.
Despite not knowing what the hell that thing was, there was undeniably some feeling of familiarity between Ciaran and that disembodied head. Entranced by the sight of the creature, Ciaran would soon find it bouncing towards him; an eager grin spread across his face as the eye contact between them was never broken' the blond haired youth simply speechless as his mind attempted to make sense of what was going on.
"... what... in the world... " he bumbled out, watching as the creature got closer and closer... the grin growing ever more sinister and mischievous as it approached; the smile turning almost into a kissy face as it lifted off the ground with rather impressive air time.
"D... don't come... any... " Ciaran begun,
"PAINT SPLASH!" shouted Yaamon simultaneously.
"..cl... huh.. what?... Paint spla...?" he replied confused, before being hit by a torrent of ink followed by a heavy impact to his chest which sent him back on his ass." uuugaabbahh" came the unpleasant sound from his mouth, a plethora of colors now coating Ciaran's face, the squid like ink assault of the creature covering him almost entirely.
As if the ink and the tackle was not enough, the repetitive sensation of a weight bouncing atop his chest signalled that the creatures attack was not yet over and as someone who wasn't about to admit defeat, Ciaran would reach out with both hands; grabbing the creature by its cheeks.
"PAINT... SPla... Ow ow ow ow " screamed Yaamon as Ciaran pinched its cheeks, pulling and pushing them together to make sure that what ever he was grabbing was really alive and not some animatron. "I.. I'.. Im sorry...I.. I wont do it again.. let go!" Yaamon continued, his somewhat pained voice suddenly reminding Ciaran of the lions threat. Almost instantly Ciaran would let go, yeeting the creature skyward before forcing himself into a sitting position, just in time for the creature to land atop his head.
"I Win.." came the odd voice, before leaping off and landing in front of Ciaran; the mischievous grin present again. "I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for a long... long... long... time!... I can't believe you're really here" he continued, unaware of just how confused Ciaran was. A heavy sigh would soon escape the boy, as he studied the creature.
"who... what are you..?" he questioned, especting a proper answer. What a fool he was.
"I am Yaamon"
"What the hell is a Yaamon?"
"Me"
Sigh.
Code by Serobliss
𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑜 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓃
Argo waved off fans who had all wanted a picture or autograph or even just to talk to him. While there were a few who tried to get a little too handsy he was able to figure out who they were and deal with them, or rather pull a different fan in front of him to get in their way allowing him to leave. It was never ending being adored by so many however this was the life he wanted, to be admired by all who laid eyes upon him. He found an alley to travel to, wanting not only some privacy but to throw off anyone who tried to follow him. Then he got a call from his agent who was once again trying to talk him back into doing a role or public appearance. He wasn't having it. "I've said it once and I'll say it until you get it through your skull D, I'm not coming back until I'm satisfied I've accomplished my goal...That sounds like a real problem, too bad it doesn't concern me...Look you've got other clients get one of them to be your money maker for a while, I'm done for the foreseeable future, if you attempt to call me again with a job offer, I'm blocking your number." Argo hung up the phone and leaned up against a wall, he was so tired. He wanted a break, wanted to have a chance to enjoy life for once, to make it more beautiful. What was wrong with that?
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths not noticing the world. He screamed not caring who heard, before taking another deep breath and composing himself after all he couldn't like a total mess what would his fans think. He opened a bag and took out a compact mirror to check his face, then noticing the glowing green emblem. He thought it was weird, A new form of street art...not bad, though I don't the what a tear drop with a target is meant to mean. He tried to take a pic but found his camera didn't work. Nothing he tried worked, even turning it on.
Found you . . .
When Argo opened his eyes and looked around trying to remain calm. Did someone kidnap them...no, none of the others looked familiar. If it were just him then he'd get it, however none of the others were famous or well known, and he'd know. "Alright, whatever prank game took us to this place know that I am not playing! I made it abundantly clear to D that I am not doing any gig! I did not sign a waiver or contract or agree to participate! I demand that you pick us up right now! I know that you can hear me!" Argo began to shout to the world, thinking this was all a setup to make him work. He waited for a minute, then another and another, tapping his foot impatiently then walking over to where the others were gathered.
Taking a drink from the pile, he checked the contents then decided to open it. The term 'Neon Drink' made him think it was like something from a club in Europe. The drink felt nice after he had yelled for so long. He felt calmer now, able to think about what was going on. "Darling, I am still of the opinion that this is all an elaborate prank show of some sort that we were caught in, or it could be a puzzle solving one, ugh, being on a show like that, don't get me wrong when you're just starting out it's fine, I even did that a few times now though, I've got an image to maintain, which reminds me." Argo searched for his mirror again, if he was gonna be on a hidden camera show he was gonna look good.
He looked at the approaching lion man and wasn't impressed by him. After all, he'd been in plenty of movies and the special effects were always improving. However how it moved, it didn't seem right, it was too natural, too...alive. Argo gulped. No way there was no way that was real.
He was so focused on the lion approaching him he didn't even notice the small dragon creature in front of him. He looked at Argo in awe. When Argo noticed him, he fell back and moved from him, drink nearly spilling on top of them. "Ah," the creature took a step forward. "Ooh can I have some of that?" Monodramon asked innocently having no clue he was scaring Argo. "Uh...Ok" he said cautiously handing the soda over. Monodramon took a gulp then handed it back to Argo. "Uh you can finish that I'm good." Monodramon gasped in excitement, like he'd gotten the one gift he really wanted, then finished the drink. "That was great." He jumped on top of Argo trying to hug him. "Who...what are you even?" "Monodramon!" "Monodramon?" Argo said more confused than before. "And is that, what your species of alien then?" "No, I'm a digimon goof." "...What?"
Gundam Watcher 27
A woman since 2024
Ryuko Hikari
Another school day, another incident of bullying. Today, Ryuko had been beat up by several other students.
"What's wrong? Can't you speak?" One of them asked as they kicked her while she was down. Another pulled on her hair. "Come on, say something!"
"P-please stop! I can't take it anymore!" Ryuko cried. She was picked up by the collar and slapped hard in the face, before the trio of bullies ran off with her lunch money.
Ryuko slowly got up, a hand held close to her stomach as she winced from pain. Why was she always the one being bullied? How come no one attempted to ever be her friend? She was alone, and felt sad. She started to walk home, and took her phone out to call her parents, but there seemed to be some interference. Ryuko closed her phone and put it away as she walked home.
She was walking by a television store, when she saw the static on the TV have a strange symbol appear on it. A blue marking of some kind that looked like a double sided Dagger. Just then she heard it.
"FOUND YOU..."
Her eyes widened. What was it that said that? She felt scared, as if some serial killer had broken out of a horror movie to grab her. Fear had taken hold, and then..... she was falling. Falling from the sky. She was looking upwards, seeing blue skies and white clouds. Whatever was happening, she felt as if she was in a dream right now, or maybe a nightmare? Right, she was falling, falling to her death.
"AIEEEEEE!"
She flipped around to see the earth below, grass, trees, running streams, and a few strange houses was on the landscape below. She could see shapes below her, it looked like there were some humans, and is one of them wearing a lion mask? And there was also a pretty large rabbit too. She was above the group there. She felt like calling out to them to save her, but her fear had surfaced. What if no one cared and they let her fall to her death? Maybe she should just keep quiet and accept her fate....
She nearly hit the ground, but before that happened, a blue blur got beneath her and had its hands up to catch her. Ryuko opened her eyes to see her savior. "A Kangaroo?"
"I'm not a Kangaroo! I'm Veemon, but you can call me Demi!" The creature spoke.
"Vee... mon?"
Ryuko got up out of his arms and looked worried. She was amongst strangers, and now that she had a better look, the lion masked person wasn't a person at all, but some kind of Lycanthrope.
She stepped back in fear, worried that maybe it was gonna attack her. She didn't pay attention to the other humans there at the moment.
Another school day, another incident of bullying. Today, Ryuko had been beat up by several other students.
"What's wrong? Can't you speak?" One of them asked as they kicked her while she was down. Another pulled on her hair. "Come on, say something!"
"P-please stop! I can't take it anymore!" Ryuko cried. She was picked up by the collar and slapped hard in the face, before the trio of bullies ran off with her lunch money.
Ryuko slowly got up, a hand held close to her stomach as she winced from pain. Why was she always the one being bullied? How come no one attempted to ever be her friend? She was alone, and felt sad. She started to walk home, and took her phone out to call her parents, but there seemed to be some interference. Ryuko closed her phone and put it away as she walked home.
She was walking by a television store, when she saw the static on the TV have a strange symbol appear on it. A blue marking of some kind that looked like a double sided Dagger. Just then she heard it.
"FOUND YOU..."
Her eyes widened. What was it that said that? She felt scared, as if some serial killer had broken out of a horror movie to grab her. Fear had taken hold, and then..... she was falling. Falling from the sky. She was looking upwards, seeing blue skies and white clouds. Whatever was happening, she felt as if she was in a dream right now, or maybe a nightmare? Right, she was falling, falling to her death.
"AIEEEEEE!"
She flipped around to see the earth below, grass, trees, running streams, and a few strange houses was on the landscape below. She could see shapes below her, it looked like there were some humans, and is one of them wearing a lion mask? And there was also a pretty large rabbit too. She was above the group there. She felt like calling out to them to save her, but her fear had surfaced. What if no one cared and they let her fall to her death? Maybe she should just keep quiet and accept her fate....
She nearly hit the ground, but before that happened, a blue blur got beneath her and had its hands up to catch her. Ryuko opened her eyes to see her savior. "A Kangaroo?"
"I'm not a Kangaroo! I'm Veemon, but you can call me Demi!" The creature spoke.
"Vee... mon?"
Ryuko got up out of his arms and looked worried. She was amongst strangers, and now that she had a better look, the lion masked person wasn't a person at all, but some kind of Lycanthrope.
She stepped back in fear, worried that maybe it was gonna attack her. She didn't pay attention to the other humans there at the moment.
Village of Beginnings
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A Helping Hand . . .? Paw?
Watching his little tagalongs spread out to the various humans, a deep hum rumbled in Leomon's chest. Each one of them had known one of the people there. Knew their names and faces as though it was carved into their very cores. The humans, however, knew nothing it seemed. It made for comical reactions as the known troublemakers of the bunch greeted them in their . . . own energetic ways. It prompted a slight smile to tug at his stern features. "So they're connected somehow..." he quietly mused, rubbing his chin in thought.
It seemed some of the humans had yet to awaken, prompting the small digimon to either nestle in beside them or settle on top of their chests when prodding brought about no reaction. The older digimon sighed, scratching the back of his head. What a bizarre few days it's been.
Finally, golden eyes settled on Karen. Leomon barely made a sound as he walked towards her, moving with the grace one would expect of a predator. "I believe I heard you demanding to see who's in charge?" He crouched, no longer towering over her after her fall. "As Gummymon said, I'm Leomon. I'm one of the guardians of the nearby village." He looked out at the gathered group. "I'm not sure how you ended up here in our world or why. Just a few days before, the digimon with you now appeared in a similar flash of light." Leomon stood, offering Karen his hand. "I can take you to the village. Maybe Wizarmon or Sorcerimon have found something that can help."
He looked out at the ones that had yet to awaken, tail flicking in thought. "I have a cart I can bring back to move the rest of them. Elecmon, stay here with them until I get back."
"Sure thing." Elecmon moved closer to the still unconscious group.
"It's safe in this part of the forest, but they won't be completely without answers if they wake up."
"What about this one?" Elecmon tentatively poked Gareth's cheek with a claw. "He was awake just a minute ago. Tsunomon, what did you do?"
Leomon hummed in thought again. "Whatever brought you here must have been just as strenuous as it was for your partners... They've told me they were all Rookies before being dropped in the village." He looked out at the not entirely willing duos, "If you're up to walking, you're welcome to follow me. It's a short trip. Otherwise, I'll be back soon with a cart."
For those that followed Leomon, the group waded past a few bushes and out onto a well-worn path. More trail than proper road, it at least seemed to see frequent use from the area's inhabitants. Those with keen eyes may even spot some odd looking tracks in dried mud. Pock marks that matched the stubby little legs of some of their new companions, and one partial print that looked like it had been left by a boot rather than an animal. Or . . . perhaps Digimon was the correct term here?
Leomon had been truthful that it was a short trip all things considered. After about fifteen minutes of walking through the temperate forest and across a bridge, the group reached an open wooden gate. A sign overhead read "Village of Beginnings" in the same odd script that decorated the cans Gareth had gotten from the vending machine. It didn't match any language any of them had seen before, but everyone in the group could read it with no difficulty.
A small, bustling village waited past the gate. Little houses surrounded a great tower that looked like a cross between a massive tree and a capacitor. For the most part, it seemed the village was inhabited by the same tiny forms as their new partners were in.
"Many of the Digimon that are born on this island get their start here," Leomon explained, "we've taken to calling it the Village of Beginnings." He led the group further inside, pausing to scoop up a small digimon with what looked like a leaf growing out of its head. "Wizarmon and Sorcerimon live in the tower up ahead. I need to let them know you're here. Explore the village if you wish or wait here if you'd prefer. I'll go get your companions once I'm done."
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Watching his little tagalongs spread out to the various humans, a deep hum rumbled in Leomon's chest. Each one of them had known one of the people there. Knew their names and faces as though it was carved into their very cores. The humans, however, knew nothing it seemed. It made for comical reactions as the known troublemakers of the bunch greeted them in their . . . own energetic ways. It prompted a slight smile to tug at his stern features. "So they're connected somehow..." he quietly mused, rubbing his chin in thought.
It seemed some of the humans had yet to awaken, prompting the small digimon to either nestle in beside them or settle on top of their chests when prodding brought about no reaction. The older digimon sighed, scratching the back of his head. What a bizarre few days it's been.
Finally, golden eyes settled on Karen. Leomon barely made a sound as he walked towards her, moving with the grace one would expect of a predator. "I believe I heard you demanding to see who's in charge?" He crouched, no longer towering over her after her fall. "As Gummymon said, I'm Leomon. I'm one of the guardians of the nearby village." He looked out at the gathered group. "I'm not sure how you ended up here in our world or why. Just a few days before, the digimon with you now appeared in a similar flash of light." Leomon stood, offering Karen his hand. "I can take you to the village. Maybe Wizarmon or Sorcerimon have found something that can help."
He looked out at the ones that had yet to awaken, tail flicking in thought. "I have a cart I can bring back to move the rest of them. Elecmon, stay here with them until I get back."
"Sure thing." Elecmon moved closer to the still unconscious group.
"It's safe in this part of the forest, but they won't be completely without answers if they wake up."
"What about this one?" Elecmon tentatively poked Gareth's cheek with a claw. "He was awake just a minute ago. Tsunomon, what did you do?"
Leomon hummed in thought again. "Whatever brought you here must have been just as strenuous as it was for your partners... They've told me they were all Rookies before being dropped in the village." He looked out at the not entirely willing duos, "If you're up to walking, you're welcome to follow me. It's a short trip. Otherwise, I'll be back soon with a cart."
For those that followed Leomon, the group waded past a few bushes and out onto a well-worn path. More trail than proper road, it at least seemed to see frequent use from the area's inhabitants. Those with keen eyes may even spot some odd looking tracks in dried mud. Pock marks that matched the stubby little legs of some of their new companions, and one partial print that looked like it had been left by a boot rather than an animal. Or . . . perhaps Digimon was the correct term here?
Leomon had been truthful that it was a short trip all things considered. After about fifteen minutes of walking through the temperate forest and across a bridge, the group reached an open wooden gate. A sign overhead read "Village of Beginnings" in the same odd script that decorated the cans Gareth had gotten from the vending machine. It didn't match any language any of them had seen before, but everyone in the group could read it with no difficulty.
A small, bustling village waited past the gate. Little houses surrounded a great tower that looked like a cross between a massive tree and a capacitor. For the most part, it seemed the village was inhabited by the same tiny forms as their new partners were in.
"Many of the Digimon that are born on this island get their start here," Leomon explained, "we've taken to calling it the Village of Beginnings." He led the group further inside, pausing to scoop up a small digimon with what looked like a leaf growing out of its head. "Wizarmon and Sorcerimon live in the tower up ahead. I need to let them know you're here. Explore the village if you wish or wait here if you'd prefer. I'll go get your companions once I'm done."
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