"It's time."
A feathered creature stepped into the darkness. Talons made muffled clacks against the floor.
She was inside a program. One that she and her companions had been working on for a long, long time. It was both powerful and elaborate; it had to be if it was to extend into and have manifestation in the human world. It was just a plain dark cube, really. They had not bothered to spend time on a user interface.
"Are you ready?" a voice from outside the cube called to her.
She hesitated. Owlmon had had misgivings from the beginning. Was it morally acceptable for them to snatch humans from their world and compel them to be a solution to this world's problems? There was no guarantee of success. And there was no way of knowing if there would be negative repercussions on the humans or the world they came from.
"No. I'm not," was Owlmon's answer. "But I will initiate the program now."
Owlmon let instincts almost as old as the Digital World itself guide her, as she reached her consciousness towards the workings of the program. She felt how elaborate it was, and regretted that they never created an interface for it; it would have certainly inspired something beautiful. With a gentle nudge from her thoughts, the program initiated. And she pulled herself back into her body.
Four points of light of different colours appeared before her. Blue, red, yellow, and white. And each vanished in a gentle pop that belied the tears in space-time that had been forced open to make way for them.
"And it's done," she muttered, then repeated more loudly so her companions could hear: "It is done, my brethren." Just like that, the turn of events that would decide the fate of the entire world had silently begun; and only three digimon knew about it. "Now..."
"Now, we wait."
"Yes," Owlmon said, as she turned to leave the program. "We wait." But before she left the darkness, she spoke again, hoping that somehow the humans would hear her, but knowing they would not:
"I am sorry, whoever you are. Be brave, be strong. Save us. Please."