Title: The Mailer-Daemon
Sum: Completely based off the dub's name. Seriously, this pun is so awful I never should have published this. Just a quick little oneshot - happy belated April Fool's Day!
A/N: I was reading another fic, that explained about how emails got to their proper recipient, and this thought popped into my head. I couldn't resist. If nobody's seen up to the point in Adventure 02 when Daemon is introduced, just know that he's an evil bastard.
"Hah! Take that, you hoity-toity bitch! He'll teach you to conceal my means to victory! … What!? That's not it! You tricked me! GAH!"
A powerful beam of dark energy flew from Daemon's hands, relentlessly impacting his target. The computer monitor was unable to put up much of a fight, and found itself vaporized, along with the game of Solitaire that had infuriated Daemon from it's defiance. He also took out the back wall of his cubicle, as well as the entirety of Lenny's, as well as Lenny himself, and Veronica, who was visiting Lenny.
Oh well. He needed a new neighbour anyway.
"DAEMON!" Damn.
"Uh … yes sir?" Mr. Smith, the digimon's supervisor, stomped over angrily.
"I have had it up to here with you, Daemon! If you haven't met your quota by this afternoon, then you're through! You hear me?"
Daemon sighed, lowering his head dejectedly. He needed this job. "Yes, sir."
"Good – move to Veronica's cubicle, it just freed up. And stop blowing up the computers!"
Mr. Smith stomped off, still muttering angrily. Daemon could hear his co-worker's snickers as he himself got up, and tromped over to Veronica's cubicle. The fluffy pink seat cover was nicer on his back, sure, but the sheer number of unicorn statues, posters, and other paraphernalia set the virus digimon on edge. Daemon grumbled to himself, picking up a pencil (complete with unicorn eraser), pulled a notebook over, and started his log. A harder-than-necessary jab of a button later, and Daemon was left trying to navigate Veronica's mind-boggling desktop. The cursor was shaped like a unicorn, and left a little trail of glitter in it's wake. The background was fluffy lavender clouds with multi-coloured stars as the different programs.
Gritting his teeth at the environment he felt unbecoming of a Dark being such as himself, Daemon got to work, wishing he hadn't vaporized his mega-sized coca-cola too. Those emails weren't going to sort themselves.
