Amanda: My first story! Whoo-hoo! It's a Digimon story, and, yes, I admit it's a self-insertion into a digital universe. But it's not any of the former ones, but rather it's a new Digital World. :D It does have some similarities to the others, but it's still its own universe.
Wizardmon: ...Why me?
Amanda: I never tried you before. In fact, I'm trying a LOT of new things with this story. New Digimon partners, original digivices, different plotline, new look at the Digidestined... I am pretty awesome. Basically, the plot is I am NOT a Chosen Child and accidentally get sent to the Digital World in the place of someone who IS. And you find me.
Wizardmon: ...
Amanda: I'm so for the 01 version of Wizardmon over the Frontier version! X3 Please enjoy!
Wizardmon: Amanda does not own Digimon. She only owns herself.
It was never meant to happen. It was a fluke, a glitch. But even in the Digital World, accidents happen. It was a quiet January day when Amanda Garr, a twenty-year old young woman from the Midwest, had logged online to pass the time. She wasn't really anything special. She was an otaku with glasses, short blonde hair, brown eyes, and basic, plain clothing.
Intellectually, she was very intelligent, but because she'd been born with Asperger's Syndrome, it had prevented her from even completing simple high school, putting her in a rut of monotony and habit. Not that she minded. That was how she worked best. She was online, ripping off information from Wikipedia for a Bleach story she was writing, when the unthinkable happened.
A DigiPort opened on her computer. It happened so quietly, so suddenly, she never even noticed as it downloaded into her system. And, naturally, having Vista, it alerted her of the new download, distracting her from her headphones and her ritual of copy-paste. "What in the…? Stupid Vista. Isn't it supposed to ask before it does something like this?" She muttered to herself, clicking.
She paused as suddenly a strange screen came up. It looked like something from a science fiction anime or movie. There was a flashing button at the bottom, and, she noticed that it had an email address close to hers. But it wasn't quite right. In fact, it was misspelled. "Oh, great, I updated somebody else's program. How the hell did that happen? Stupid Vista! I knew I should have upgraded to Windows 7!" She muttered.
Clicking on the flashing button—maybe that was the uplink to the home site and she could tell them about their mistake. There was a beep, before suddenly the screen flared white, and an a spiral of pure white energy blasted out and completely enveloped the startled young woman. The process was noiseless, if not a little flashy, and when it was done, the light faded as if nothing happened.
And Amanda herself had vanished.
It was also a quiet day in the Digital World. Only one Digimon seemed to notice something was amiss. Wizardmon looked up at the sky, and silently turned to completely face a small white sphere of light floating hundreds of feet off the ground. "…Curious." He said, and lunged up, taking to the air and flying toward it. Reaching it, he floated in front of it, examining it, then flew around it to take a closer look.
Just a simple… floating light. Stranger things had happened in the Digital World. Still, Wizardmon couldn't quite shake a feeling that something more was happening here. "Let's see…" He reached out, but as soon as his gloved hand came in contact with it, there was a spark of energy. He'd unknowingly opened the gate the same moment that Amanda had clicked onto the button.
In retaliation, suddenly the light exploded out. Wizardmon cried out in surprised and shaded his eyes to protect them. The light shot down, spiraling down like a corkscrew before it slammed into the ground, sending up a pillar of dust and air that rushed past the startled Digimon. More Digimon on the ground fled this unknown phenomenon in panic. But when the light faded, Wizardmon only took a moment to recollect his wits.
Then he descended towards where the light had landed. Sinking down through trees, he finally landed on a branch overlooking the crash site. The smoke had started to vanish on the wind, and, sitting in the middle of a flattened area, was the mortified-looking Amanda. What, she asked herself, the hell just happened? Wizardmon only looked at this strange newcomer in silence for a moment.
Then he jumped down and landed lightly behind her. "And just what sort of Digimon are you?" he asked, not recognizing it. For him, that was a rare occurrence. In his travels, he'd seen hundreds of Digimon. She jolted and turned to him in shock. He looked… kinda human. But pointed ears? Slightly discolored pale skin? Lack of any sort of eyebrows?
"Digimon? What's a Digimon?" She asked after a moment. This only caused this strange new visitor to look at her intensely, before he walked over and leaned down, getting in for a closer examination, which made her flinch back. "H-Hey! Personal space, PLEASE!" She argued. "Curious. Your makeup doesn't seem to be at all digital. I mean, since you're here, it is, but it's nothing like any Digimon I've ever seen." He said.
"…Digital? What are you talking about?" Amanda argued, then it hit her and she stood, stiff. That was it! She'd gone insane, finally! She'd had a mental breakdown and completely snapped this time—there was no recovering! She was sitting in a psyche ward sitting and drooling and babbling while she was hallucinating all of this. This… forest, this world, this… guy?
"Okay, Mr. Mental Hallucination Guy, I'm not gonna stick around while you confuse me! I'm going to another hallucination that makes sense!" She argued, and turned, starting to walk. "…Hallucination?" Wizardmon repeated, head tilting. But, out of curiosity, he lifted off the ground just a little and flew after her. From behind, he examined her from more angles, trying to figure out this new stranger.
She turned to protest him following, opening her mouth, then she froze. Her mouth shut. The two just stared at each other. "…Are you floating?" She asked after a moment. "Why, yes. Haven't you ever seen anybody float before?" He replied. "…NO!" She yelled, grabbing her head in frustration, "I've never, ever, ever seen anybody float before in my life…!"
Then her arms fell limply, then she automatically sat. "Okay, doctors, find some drugs any time now to get me out of this…" She said, her fingertips pushing into her brow above her eyes. Only to find him still circling her, examining her closely. "Well, if you are not a Digimon, what are you?" He asked. "I'm a human. And could you stop that?" She argued, and he halted in front of her and sunk to the ground.
"My apologies. A Humon. Never heard of that before." He said. But it did sound… familiar. "Human. H-U-M-A-N." Amanda replied dully, her chin resting on her knuckles, "I take it you're a… Digimon or whatever?" She asked. "Yes." Was the reply. "And what the hell is that?" Was the dull reply. "It's short for 'Digital Monster', of course." He said. "Digital Monster…? So you're some kinda computer virus gone terribly wrong?" She asked.
Then she paused. Wait…! Had her mind been sucked into her computer and then hostilely taken over? Was that what had happened, like in that… show… where somebody's mind had been sucked into a computer like Vin in Jak 3? "No, not at all. In fact, I'm a Data-type Digimon." Was the reply. "Data…?" Amanda asked. "Yes. All Digimon are either Virus, Vaccine, or Data-type." He replied.
She just was silent for a moment. "…And what is your type?" He asked. "…Uh, Caucasian, I guess?" She blinked after a moment. "…And what does that mean?" He asked. "Uh… I'm white?" She replied. "You look more like a pale peach color to me." He replied. "Uh… nevermind. Just… nevermind." Amanda grinned sheepishly. "And what is your species name? I am Wizardmon." He said.
"Amanda." I said. "Amon-da?" He said. "No. Amanda. Why do you always say 'man' like 'mon'?" She argued. "Every Digimon's name ends that way. Apparently you humans do not have quite the same attributes as we Digimon." Wizardmon said. "Duh." She replied, and he sat cross-legged in front of her. "Well, then, are you from here, in the Digital World?" He asked.
"Digital World? That's the second time you've said that. Is that some kinda server I've never heard about?" Amanda blinked. "…No, but this is the continent of Server." Was the reply. Her face went completely blank. "Hm. This will take some explaining, I can see." Wizardmon said after a moment.
"My head hurts." Amanda choked when Wizardmon had finished his explanation of the Digital World, patiently answering any questions she'd asked. "Yes. You are not 'hallucinating' any of this. You are in a dimension called the Digital World." He assured her. Then his arms crossed, his staff tucked into the nook of his elbow. "Now, tell me, where are you from?" He asked.
"Me? I'm from Earth!" She argued. "Earth?" He repeated. That sounded familiar, too. "Yes, Planet Earth! Third from the sun in the Milky Way galaxy. Only one in our galaxy currently able to support vast amounts of life. Ringing any bells?" Amanda asked. Silence. She groaned, head bowing. "…I wonder how you got from 'Earth' to here." Wizardmon said. "I was sent this uplink by my computer on accident—it was supposed to go to somebody else." Amanda replied.
"By your computer, eh… I suppose that the digital uplink might be what brought you to this world." Wizardmon said. "Is that even physically possible?" Amanda blinked. "You're here, aren't you?" was the reply. "…How do I get home, then?" She asked. "I'm… not sure." Wizardmon replied. "…But if you're not sure, then I could be stuck here!" Amanda argued.
"Calm down. There are many Digimon more powerful and much wiser than myself. I'll help you find them, and perhaps they can find a way to send you back to Earth." Wizardmon said. "You'd really help me?" Amanda looked up. "Of course. I'm interested in this. I may not look like much, but I am a magic-user and a scholar of knowledge." He replied.
"…Actually, you look like your job description." Amanda grinned sheepishly. Wizardmon stood. "Well, then. It's getting close to dark. Why don't we head to the closest town for now and plot out our course? I'll take you to the Court of Miracles." He said, and she paused, face going blank. Immediately the song from the Hunchback of Notre Dame popped into her head.
"What's… that?" She asked, blinking. "There are six powerful Digimon that digivolved from the Digimental of Miracles, Elephantmon, Kongoumon, Peacockmon, Maildramon, Rhinomon, and their leader, the great Royal Knight Magnamon. Perhaps they will have the power to return you to your own world." Wizardmon said, and, slowly, Amanda stood.
"That sounds promising. Thank you for all your help, Wizardmon." She offered her hand, and he looked at it, then up at her. "…It's called a 'handshake'. People in my world do it when they meet each other. It's a form of symbolizing a new bond between two people, I guess." She said. Slowly, he held up his left hand, unsure of what to do. "Other hand." She offered, and he put up his right instead.
Grasping it firmly in her own, she shook it with a grin. "Boy, I never thought I'd have to explain a handshake in my life. I guess it's just so common where I come from that I never imagined somebody had never heard of it." She said. "Hm. A strange custom. I know some eastern countries bow on meeting each other. Is it like that?" Wizardmon asked. "Yeah, a lot like it!" She said.
"I see… fascinating." He said, looking at their clasped hands.
"Wow! I thought all the other Digimon just looked like you, maybe just a little different—but there are all kinds of them!" Amanda noted in shock as they stood at the edge of the strange hodge-podge town. There was everything from bamboo huts to grand villa manors. Somebody was drunk when they were designing this town. "Of course. There are hundreds of different types of Digimon. Isn't it the same with humans?" Wizardmon looked up.
"No, not it all. There are a few main 'types', whose hair and eye and skin colors have adapted to their surroundings, as well as body and facial structure, but in the end, we're all designed pretty much the same." Amanda replied, pointing toward her facial area. "I see. I'd like to see more humans and see for myself…" Wizardmon said. "Man, if only I could connect to the internet. I could show you something like Facebook, and you could see all the humans you'd ever want to—and then some." Amanda said.
"Are there many of your kind?" He asked, looking up. "Billions! All over my world, and they speak all kinds of different languages and have many different talents and skills." She held out her arms. "I see! So you're not so different from Digimon after all. So, what's your individual special attack?" Wizardmon asked. "Special Attack? Uh… what?" Her face went blank.
"You have no special attacks you're born with to protect yourself? Even newborn Digimon have attacks, even if they're very weak." Was the reply. "Oh, no, nothing is more helpless than a newborn human baby. We have to be taken care of in every aspect of our existence." Was the reply. "Fascinating!" Wizardmon, for the tenth time that hour, pulled out a tome and started scribbling notes in it with a quill that appeared out of nowhere, then they both vanished with a flash.
"Well, let's go find someplace to rest tonight. There's a quaint little inn towards the square. Shall we?" He asked. "Uh… sure!" Amanda said, and they started walking in. However, as they got in deeper, every Digimon stopped what they were doing to turn to look at her, and, self-conscious and bright red, she caught Wizardmon's shoulder to draw his attention.
"Do I look strange to you?" She asked, pointing to herself. She remembered, once, she'd gone to England, and she'd asked a British person if she'd thought that Amanda's accent was strange. The answer had been 'yes'. So she wondered if these Digimon thought she looked just as strange to them as they looked to her. "Of course." He said simply. "…Your candor is admirable." She said tonelessly, face only slightly betraying her irritation with his answer.
"Oh, sorry, did I insult you?" He asked. Amanda paused, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Nah. I guess in the terms of my own people, I'm only just a little above average in appearance. Some people might consider me cute, but I'm not really breathtakingly gorgeous. Which is weird, because I come from beautiful parents and I have beautiful siblings." She said.
"'Parents'? What's a 'parents'?" was the reply, and she paused. Then she turned, a hand to her head. "…Okay. That's it. I gotta get outta here. As soon as possible, before I'm explaining the Birds and the Bees to him." She told herself dully. "…I know what birds and bees are." He said, and she jolted, turning and bright red. "Not what it means when they're capitalized!" She argued.
His head tilted, but she just forced a laugh and started pushing him off. "Well, weren't we walking? Let's just keep walking!" She said. "Does your voice always get higher-pitched when you're nervous?" Wizardmon asked, a non-existent eyebrow raised at her. "NO!" was the high-pitched reply, before she forced herself to say it again—lower this time. "…You're not very convincing." Was the reply.
"Oh, shut up." She muttered, bright red.
"…We'll take two pods." Wizardmon said, putting some money on a counter as Amanda was gaping up at the 'quaint little inn'. It was a giant tree with nuts the size of cars that had been hollowed out with holes serving as doors with curtains over them, and a series of rope bridges and stairs leading up to different levels. "…Whoa. I guess I really am gonna be in the nuthouse today." She told herself.
Then she jolted with a gasp as a large bird-like creature flew right past her, swooped up, and somehow managed to squeeze his large, bloated body into one of the nuts, only his long, feathery tail hanging out. "How's he gonna get out…!" She asked herself, looking up, before Wizardmon's staff rose up into her view, a sash on the end. "Take this." He said, and she looked down.
"Uh… sure. What is it?" She asked, taking it off and looking at it. "You go to the pod that has the same sash hanging from the curtain." He explained. "…It's a good thing I'm not afraid of heights." Amanda said, head craning back as she followed him up the stairs. "Yes, I suppose so, considering how you can't fly. But if you fall, you'll be able to catch yourself on one of the branches and bounce back to the pathway." Wizardmon pointed.
"…How athletic do you think I am?" was the indignant reply.
Amanda pushed aside the curtain and paused, seeing the inside. The wall had a small curved crescent-moon section carved out of it like a four-poster bed with a curtain around it, and there was a wooden basin of clean water carved from the side and the floor had plush moss. "Wow. This is quaint." She stepped down and in, but found if she straightened too much, she'd hit her head on the ceiling. She wondered even more how that bird-Digimon was going to get out of his nut.
Walking over, she pulled down the curtain to see the U-shaped bed padded with cushions and some pillows. And the place seemed warm enough, so there was no need for blankets, and she turned. "How many humans are ever gonna see this?" She asked herself, then she crouched by the basin, "…How do I use this? And is there a bathroom…?" She looked over, then she looked over.
A simple wooden plant diagonally against the wall had a pink painted curly pile of sludge on it, and, lifting it, she immediately plugged her nose and shut it. "I had to ask…!" She argued, turning away, "Ugh! Not unless I'm desperate! Not ever unless I'm desperate…!" She told herself. Sitting back, she sighed. "…Well, Amanda, if nothing else, this'll make a good book when I get back." She said to herself.
Then she squawked as a mushroom popped up next to her with a roll of toilet paper around the stalk, making her push against the wall. "Nevermind! This is too weird! This is too weird for even me!" She argued, bright red and pointing at it with a shaking finger.
Amanda: LOL. I had to do something weird and random to keep up with the series. THat's where the mushroom came from. XD
Wizardmon: Why didn't you make OCs?
Amanda: My OCs all die. :)
Wizardmon: And who's fault is that?
Amanda: Mine, all mine, but I am morbid.
Wizardmon: ...Anyway, the next chapter, a mysterious Digimon goes on the attack, Amanda comes to grips with herself, and... wait, I nearly die? (Again!)
Amanda: UMMM *ignores glare* ...COME BACK FOR CHAPTER 2, A BOND OF CHOICE! ::Runs:: Review?
Wizardmon: ...Oh, I give up... -_-'