ManicMina
~~ We're all mad here ~~
-Digital World-
The small Gatomon sat lazily under a large oak tree. The fog had remained as dense as ever and her partner had yet to return. She felt as if she had been waiting for ages. Despite this, she tried to make the best of the resting area. After all, they had been on the run for so long and would probably not have a chance to rest again for a while. Slowly, she let her head tilt back, her large cat ears twitched against the odd feeling of the bark touching them. The tree was cool against her short fur and hot body. Other than the fog it was a rather nice night, not too hot but not too cold either. Her aqua eyes stared up at the stars. "I heard in the human world, wizards often have cats around... Surely we can't be that odd." The memory made her lips curl into a halfhearted smile before falling again.
"You better return." She whispered to the stars. It was a feeling she hated but was starting to grow accustomed to. Of course, it's not like she needed him. She had done perfectly fine without him for many years. Though, he did tend to make things a little easier.
She sighed before glancing around, as she stood up. Autumn had made the leaves fall from their home on the trees, landing on the ground to make huge piles of decomposing bodies. Their orange and red colors blending to make a sort of cover for the ground, suffocating the grass. The thought sent a chill down her spine, making her look past it. Due to the fog, she couldn't see the other side of the clearing she was in, but she could see most of the trees encircling it. Taking a deep breath, she nearly choked on the forests decay. "Why would he just leave me here..." She growled under her breath. He knew how much she hated being left alone in this forests! Her tail twitched behind her uncontrollably.
It was infuriating when he took off on his own since that was something he never allowed her to do. "You are a creature of light, my dear. I am not." This was the best excuse he could come up with, and the small cat Digimon was not impressed. But, she wouldn't go against his orders, not again. Last time, the two of them barely made it out alive, and he still had a deep scar to remind her, not that he ever did.
Thump...thud...thump...thump..
Her ears twitched at the sound of the thundering footsteps close to the treeline. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up while her eyes narrowed, focusing. Her tail flicked furiously, and Gatomon prepared for battle. From the sounds of it, the Digimon was very big, pushing past the trees to get to the clearing. The fog started to thicken and travel closer to her in an eerie manner. It was being controlled by whatever the creature was.
Taking a step back, Gatomon could feel the bark of the tree, now rough against her back. Her mind began throwing out the possibilities of what kind of Digimon it could be based on the little information she had. The fog drew even closer, making her push her body harder against the tree. That's when it finally occurred to her. "Cherrymon..." she whispered to herself, sliding to the right of the tree before taking off. "Please find me!" Her heart was pounding in her chest, but jumped and lumped in her throat. The thought of something happening to her friend made her sick, though she knew she couldn't turn around. It far was too late to turn around now. Cherrymon produced a fog that causes illusions and people to get lost. Its vine attack wasn't the worst attack in the world, but the poison ivy on the branches would make her itch for weeks if she survived. The chances of her making it were low. Cherrymon also had a habit of traveling together. They spread out in a forest like sentinel guards, but once they found prey, they hunted it like wolves.
Now on all four paws, she ran as fast as her little legs would take her. The fog had been trailing close behind, but she suddenly stopped. Her ears twitched as her eyes went wide at the sound that struck fear in the hearts of Digimon everywhere. A howl. A very specific howl that meant trouble and more than likely, death for a lot of Digimon. It seemed like it was time for a Gabumon to digivolve into a Garurumon. It was rather rare in this area since most traveled to Freezeland for the transformation. However, there was that one who didn't and caused havoc for everyone.
Gatomon started to run again. Either option seemed horrid. Be eaten by a tree or a wolf. Neither would have mercy, that she was sure of. Since the virus spread, it seemed like no one could be trusted! Even guardians were turning on their towns they were sworn to protect. The virus made the Digimon need data, big or small.
A sudden growl emitted from a tree just a few feet from Gatomon, making her dig her claws into the ground to stop. She gasped for breath and tried to think, as her heart was pounding in her head. The small cat started to cry before she was abruptly cut off "Please...help-".
-Human World-
The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting intense light onto a mattress on the floor of the one bedroom apartment. The creature in the bed had been trying to avoid the sun's light, however, the sun was at the perfect angle for its attack. After a few groans and complaints, the creature pushed back the covers in defeat. Slowly, its eyes opened and started to focus on the bare room around her. There were a few boxes in each corner, two for clothes, one for books and papers, then three her mother had sent that contained childhood relics. After another large yawn, a little stretching, and a few curses she staggering over to the box of clothes, submitting to the fact it was time to start her day.
Walking down the street, Trix couldn't help but hold her head high with a Cheshire grin. The autumn air was cool, too cold for most to even think of wearing a skirt. Then again, Trix prided herself with not being like everyone else. Flaunting her rebellious nature, Trix strutted down the sidewalk in her knee high off brand converse, red and black stockings, red plaid skirt, and a punk t-shirt with one of her favorite bands on it. The black fishnet gloves she wore did nothing to stop the clinking of the charms of various bracelets, that she purposely moved on top of the gloves. She loved the sound. Her purple hair was cut short in the back, similar to a pixie cut, but her bangs were a bit longer and fell in her face, most of them pushed to one side. Between the cold air and the dark hair color, her skin seemed even lighter than normal. As her friends said, she was "pale as a ghost", another thing she was proud of.
Pulling the door open, she took in a deep breath of the rich coffee aroma. Starbucks was one of her favorite places, even if they were a bit more expensive than her budget allowed. A few customers stared at her for a brief moment before turning back to their conversations and devices. The barista snickered after finishing the order for the last customer in line and noticing Trix. Strutting over to the counter, Trix moved the large messenger bag from around her and emptied the contents of her wallet onto the counter. "You know what I like." She winked, uncrumbling three one dollar bills. 'Jax' as she so called him, sifted through the change and grabbed what was needed to pay for her drink. "Take whats left Trix, I'll call you when it's done." He grumbled while putting each coin in its place in the register. "Thanks, love" She replied with a fake accent, which wasn't too bad. Nearly skipping, she headed to a table in the corner of the room. Quickly, she set up her little station for research. A small laptop was set on the table beside her, a clipboard and notebook set in her lap, and three pens set on the table next to the laptop.
Trix opened her laptop and loaded the usual chat program, checking to see if a few of her guild members were on. Once making a group chat, she began informing them of the maintenance that was currently going on, which they probably knew of, and their new goal for when the game was back up. The Tamer guild, which she was part of, was always in competition with the Conquerers and they needed to win the next battle. She flipped to the second page of her notes before instructing various members on items they needed to get in order to strengthen their Digimon.
The barista brought out Trix's drink, setting it down on the table in front of her. "Enjoy." He said, flashing a smile as he set down two napkins beside the drink. "Thanks Jax" She replied, moving her drink to sit on top of one of the napkins, then wrapping the other around the cup. The barista frowned and shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Jacob." Trix shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. Whatever his name was, Jax sure knew how to make a frappuccino.
Turning her attention back to her notes, she moved on to other members, who were not currently online. As she glanced back and forth from the notebook to the screen, she noticed something glowing red out of the corner of her eye. Upon closer inspection, she was horrified. There in line with other customers stood a man who was well over 6 foot, on fire. He wasn't screaming, panicking, or begging for help. As she continued to stare at him, she realized he was not on fire. His body was made of flames. A human torch or body of lava. Her mind automatically knew it couldn't be real. 'Maramon...' Closing her eyes in panic, she looked away for a few seconds then looked back. He was gone. Just a normal guy stood there waiting for his coffee. No flames. No sewn up face. Just a regular guy.'How much sleep did I not get last night?' She wondered before shaking the thought from her head and looking to the clipboard in front of her again. Taking a quick drink, she tried to focus back on the task at hand.
As she continued transcribing her notes, she couldn't shake her mind from the man who had looked like Maramon. Her brain tried to rationalize it with a lack of sleep or spending too much time on the game, but there was something about it that wouldn't leave her alone. It had been horrible to see. Frustration got the best of her and she decided to head home. Closing her laptop and packing up her things, she grabbed her drink and headed back to her small studio apartment.
At Trix's apartment, she sat at her desktop starting at the screen that sat on top of a bunch of boxes. The maintenance should have just finished. Though there were a few more notes she needed to send out, she disregarded the work for the moment. Instead, she clicked on the icon for the MMO on her desktop and waited for it to load. After a few sips and calming breaths, she set her frappe down next to her and typed in her username and password. It would be nice to be back in the Digital World, where Digmon belong. Though there had talk of the MMO merging with a VR company, nothing had been in the works. After the events of today, Trix had second thoughts of a real-life simulation of Digimon.
The loading screen took longer than normal, but she disregarded it due to the maintenance. Maybe they weren't finished? Finally, the screen changed but as soon as it started to load, the program crashed. "Damn it!" She groaned, clicking on the program shortcut again. The screen suddenly went black for a few seconds then shined white. The light was nearly blinding, much brighter than her normal settings, but before Trix could try ctrl+alt+delete, everything went black and she felt as if she couldn't move.
The small Gatomon sat lazily under a large oak tree. The fog had remained as dense as ever and her partner had yet to return. She felt as if she had been waiting for ages. Despite this, she tried to make the best of the resting area. After all, they had been on the run for so long and would probably not have a chance to rest again for a while. Slowly, she let her head tilt back, her large cat ears twitched against the odd feeling of the bark touching them. The tree was cool against her short fur and hot body. Other than the fog it was a rather nice night, not too hot but not too cold either. Her aqua eyes stared up at the stars. "I heard in the human world, wizards often have cats around... Surely we can't be that odd." The memory made her lips curl into a halfhearted smile before falling again.
"You better return." She whispered to the stars. It was a feeling she hated but was starting to grow accustomed to. Of course, it's not like she needed him. She had done perfectly fine without him for many years. Though, he did tend to make things a little easier.
She sighed before glancing around, as she stood up. Autumn had made the leaves fall from their home on the trees, landing on the ground to make huge piles of decomposing bodies. Their orange and red colors blending to make a sort of cover for the ground, suffocating the grass. The thought sent a chill down her spine, making her look past it. Due to the fog, she couldn't see the other side of the clearing she was in, but she could see most of the trees encircling it. Taking a deep breath, she nearly choked on the forests decay. "Why would he just leave me here..." She growled under her breath. He knew how much she hated being left alone in this forests! Her tail twitched behind her uncontrollably.
It was infuriating when he took off on his own since that was something he never allowed her to do. "You are a creature of light, my dear. I am not." This was the best excuse he could come up with, and the small cat Digimon was not impressed. But, she wouldn't go against his orders, not again. Last time, the two of them barely made it out alive, and he still had a deep scar to remind her, not that he ever did.
Thump...thud...thump...thump..
Her ears twitched at the sound of the thundering footsteps close to the treeline. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up while her eyes narrowed, focusing. Her tail flicked furiously, and Gatomon prepared for battle. From the sounds of it, the Digimon was very big, pushing past the trees to get to the clearing. The fog started to thicken and travel closer to her in an eerie manner. It was being controlled by whatever the creature was.
Taking a step back, Gatomon could feel the bark of the tree, now rough against her back. Her mind began throwing out the possibilities of what kind of Digimon it could be based on the little information she had. The fog drew even closer, making her push her body harder against the tree. That's when it finally occurred to her. "Cherrymon..." she whispered to herself, sliding to the right of the tree before taking off. "Please find me!" Her heart was pounding in her chest, but jumped and lumped in her throat. The thought of something happening to her friend made her sick, though she knew she couldn't turn around. It far was too late to turn around now. Cherrymon produced a fog that causes illusions and people to get lost. Its vine attack wasn't the worst attack in the world, but the poison ivy on the branches would make her itch for weeks if she survived. The chances of her making it were low. Cherrymon also had a habit of traveling together. They spread out in a forest like sentinel guards, but once they found prey, they hunted it like wolves.
Now on all four paws, she ran as fast as her little legs would take her. The fog had been trailing close behind, but she suddenly stopped. Her ears twitched as her eyes went wide at the sound that struck fear in the hearts of Digimon everywhere. A howl. A very specific howl that meant trouble and more than likely, death for a lot of Digimon. It seemed like it was time for a Gabumon to digivolve into a Garurumon. It was rather rare in this area since most traveled to Freezeland for the transformation. However, there was that one who didn't and caused havoc for everyone.
Gatomon started to run again. Either option seemed horrid. Be eaten by a tree or a wolf. Neither would have mercy, that she was sure of. Since the virus spread, it seemed like no one could be trusted! Even guardians were turning on their towns they were sworn to protect. The virus made the Digimon need data, big or small.
A sudden growl emitted from a tree just a few feet from Gatomon, making her dig her claws into the ground to stop. She gasped for breath and tried to think, as her heart was pounding in her head. The small cat started to cry before she was abruptly cut off "Please...help-".
-Human World-
The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting intense light onto a mattress on the floor of the one bedroom apartment. The creature in the bed had been trying to avoid the sun's light, however, the sun was at the perfect angle for its attack. After a few groans and complaints, the creature pushed back the covers in defeat. Slowly, its eyes opened and started to focus on the bare room around her. There were a few boxes in each corner, two for clothes, one for books and papers, then three her mother had sent that contained childhood relics. After another large yawn, a little stretching, and a few curses she staggering over to the box of clothes, submitting to the fact it was time to start her day.
Walking down the street, Trix couldn't help but hold her head high with a Cheshire grin. The autumn air was cool, too cold for most to even think of wearing a skirt. Then again, Trix prided herself with not being like everyone else. Flaunting her rebellious nature, Trix strutted down the sidewalk in her knee high off brand converse, red and black stockings, red plaid skirt, and a punk t-shirt with one of her favorite bands on it. The black fishnet gloves she wore did nothing to stop the clinking of the charms of various bracelets, that she purposely moved on top of the gloves. She loved the sound. Her purple hair was cut short in the back, similar to a pixie cut, but her bangs were a bit longer and fell in her face, most of them pushed to one side. Between the cold air and the dark hair color, her skin seemed even lighter than normal. As her friends said, she was "pale as a ghost", another thing she was proud of.
Pulling the door open, she took in a deep breath of the rich coffee aroma. Starbucks was one of her favorite places, even if they were a bit more expensive than her budget allowed. A few customers stared at her for a brief moment before turning back to their conversations and devices. The barista snickered after finishing the order for the last customer in line and noticing Trix. Strutting over to the counter, Trix moved the large messenger bag from around her and emptied the contents of her wallet onto the counter. "You know what I like." She winked, uncrumbling three one dollar bills. 'Jax' as she so called him, sifted through the change and grabbed what was needed to pay for her drink. "Take whats left Trix, I'll call you when it's done." He grumbled while putting each coin in its place in the register. "Thanks, love" She replied with a fake accent, which wasn't too bad. Nearly skipping, she headed to a table in the corner of the room. Quickly, she set up her little station for research. A small laptop was set on the table beside her, a clipboard and notebook set in her lap, and three pens set on the table next to the laptop.
Trix opened her laptop and loaded the usual chat program, checking to see if a few of her guild members were on. Once making a group chat, she began informing them of the maintenance that was currently going on, which they probably knew of, and their new goal for when the game was back up. The Tamer guild, which she was part of, was always in competition with the Conquerers and they needed to win the next battle. She flipped to the second page of her notes before instructing various members on items they needed to get in order to strengthen their Digimon.
The barista brought out Trix's drink, setting it down on the table in front of her. "Enjoy." He said, flashing a smile as he set down two napkins beside the drink. "Thanks Jax" She replied, moving her drink to sit on top of one of the napkins, then wrapping the other around the cup. The barista frowned and shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Jacob." Trix shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. Whatever his name was, Jax sure knew how to make a frappuccino.
Turning her attention back to her notes, she moved on to other members, who were not currently online. As she glanced back and forth from the notebook to the screen, she noticed something glowing red out of the corner of her eye. Upon closer inspection, she was horrified. There in line with other customers stood a man who was well over 6 foot, on fire. He wasn't screaming, panicking, or begging for help. As she continued to stare at him, she realized he was not on fire. His body was made of flames. A human torch or body of lava. Her mind automatically knew it couldn't be real. 'Maramon...' Closing her eyes in panic, she looked away for a few seconds then looked back. He was gone. Just a normal guy stood there waiting for his coffee. No flames. No sewn up face. Just a regular guy.'How much sleep did I not get last night?' She wondered before shaking the thought from her head and looking to the clipboard in front of her again. Taking a quick drink, she tried to focus back on the task at hand.
As she continued transcribing her notes, she couldn't shake her mind from the man who had looked like Maramon. Her brain tried to rationalize it with a lack of sleep or spending too much time on the game, but there was something about it that wouldn't leave her alone. It had been horrible to see. Frustration got the best of her and she decided to head home. Closing her laptop and packing up her things, she grabbed her drink and headed back to her small studio apartment.
At Trix's apartment, she sat at her desktop starting at the screen that sat on top of a bunch of boxes. The maintenance should have just finished. Though there were a few more notes she needed to send out, she disregarded the work for the moment. Instead, she clicked on the icon for the MMO on her desktop and waited for it to load. After a few sips and calming breaths, she set her frappe down next to her and typed in her username and password. It would be nice to be back in the Digital World, where Digmon belong. Though there had talk of the MMO merging with a VR company, nothing had been in the works. After the events of today, Trix had second thoughts of a real-life simulation of Digimon.
The loading screen took longer than normal, but she disregarded it due to the maintenance. Maybe they weren't finished? Finally, the screen changed but as soon as it started to load, the program crashed. "Damn it!" She groaned, clicking on the program shortcut again. The screen suddenly went black for a few seconds then shined white. The light was nearly blinding, much brighter than her normal settings, but before Trix could try ctrl+alt+delete, everything went black and she felt as if she couldn't move.
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