Amok was the first to awake, covered in sweat and breathing in the thick scent of his white powder crusted nose. The taste was in the back of his throat, and was sour, telling him he hadn't finished taking his hit when whatever happened, happened. He quickly brushed his upper lip and nose clean before bothering to rise, and stumbled slightly due to the somehow unexpected high of his poison.
His impression of his surroundings was hazy and distorted, but he knew better than to think some coke could cause such hallucinations. The world around him was all too real, if a bit shaky. The trees above were littered with weird fruit he'd never seen before, growing under giant purple and blue leaves. They looked edible, but he had priorities, and gut rot would soon kick in. The ground seemed normal, and he tried to walk at a slow pace, though his legs were like jelly.
How long had he been out, he wondered. And where the hell did he travel to in such a short time, that had completely different plant life than his home country? He couldn't even recall what he was last doing before this, let alone come up with an explaination for his current situation. His delusional state was broken by a small voice,
"Hello!" said the feline-like creature. It was short and stood upright, almost like a child, with brown and white patterned fur. It was like a tiny tiger, with two big tufts of fuzz at the end of it's oversized ears, and wide yellow eyes, that looked directly up at Amok adoringly.
"Oh hey," Amok slurred back. He crouched beside the thing in both confusion, and genuine interest, poking it's long ears sheepishly, "what are you?"
"Mikemon!" The cat replied, "you can call me Mike for short, or not."
The Mikemon was definitely a male, a dude, someone Amok could relate to, and he'd certainly seen more farfetched things than this in his life. A talking, bipedal cat? No big deal.
"Okay Mikemon, where are we?"
"The digital world, and I'm your most humble partner in crime."
"Humble my ass," Amok said with a smile.
He checked himself over, he was wearing a simple black band t-shirt, baggy black cargos, and checkered vans. His green messenger bag was still hanging off him, seemingly undamaged by misadventures of being passed out. Good. His profit, the several large baggies of cocaine, were hidden inside that bag and were more valuable than anything at the moment.
But something new was there also, clipped to his pants. But he didn't even remember where he'd gotten it, or even having seen it before. It was a strange, cellphone-like device, with a shiny blue coating, and blank screen. There were only three buttons, and a red blinking light at the buttom corner of the device. He unhooked it from his clothing, and examined it, though it was hard to focus completely. Pressing any of the buttons did absolutely nothing, and the screen remained lifeless.
"What's this thing?" He decided to ask the feline, who still stood anxiously at his feet.
"I don't know," it admitted, looking down, "but the other creatures like you have them too!"
"Other creatures?" Amok asked hopefully, "what others?"
"More like you, they fell from the sky. I can take you to them."
Mikemon scampered off into the strange purple trees, Amok following behind, trying not to trip and fall over all the shrubbery. He was starting to feel sick to his stomach, the gut rot kicking in, when the cat finally stopped in a clearing, and he saw what finally made him vomit his stomach contents.
He fell to his knees, the bile just narrowly avoiding hitting his legs. He waited a moment for the sickness to leave, and rose to his feet again, more shaky than the last time. The puddle beneath him stunk, a drug addicts stink, and he was all too used to it. Clutching his bag he stepped over it and made eye contact with the people before him.
The four sat in the grass, each accompanied by a weird monster, like Mikemon, but all were unique. Three girls and one guy, but one of the girls Amok reconized instantly, and was the cause for his sudden episode. Her name was Terra, and they'd known each other since elementary. Amok couldn't help buy harbour a huge crush on her, one that had lingered for years. She was beautiful, with long brown hair, big grey eyes, long lashes, a thin frame, and the fashion sense of a skater girl. He hadn't seen her in so long, but her beauty had not faded in the least.
Beside her, another girl sat. She looked vapid and full of herself, the type Amok would typically ignore or avoid in school. She had wavy purple hair under an over styled baseball hat, huge pink lips, blue eyes, and a made up face. The girl looked stupid for rocking high heeled purple boots, while sitting in the middle of a forest, but Amok got the sense that they cost too much for her to care.
Thirdly, the other girl. Not as offputting as the purple haired one, but still seemed unfriendly at first glance. She had shoulder length brown hair, lavender eyes, and wore a huge pair of pink goggles on her head. She was the only one staring at him with an unpleased look, compared to the other's shock. Beside her, was the guy. Dark shaggy hair, a slanted visor, and thick rimmed black glasses. He wore a beat up denim jacket, and slouchy athletic pants, complete with flip flips on his feet.
Definitely not Amok's typical crowd, but he was grateful to see other human lifeforms, and to know that he wasn't just on one giant trip. He cautiously approached them, waving awkwardly with the hand that wasn't clinging to his bag for dear life.
"Hey, I'm glad to see you dudes here." He said, chuckling a little to put himself at ease.
"Riiiight," the girl with purple hair said, elongating her words. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, with a typical valley girl accent, "and you are? The resident emo boy?"
Amok was taken aback by her crass remark, he was no emo boy. Sure, he wore a lot of black, was on the skinnier side, and had black hair, but he was the total opposite of a crying, whining, life hater. He squinted at her and shook his head, "who invited the bitch to the acid trip?"
"Hey!" Terra, the beauty, butted in loudly, "Amok right? I remember you."
"Yeah," Amok answered, glad that she even knew his name, "Yeah that's me. And this is uh-"
He looked down at his 'partner in crime,' who looked distracted and disinterested. It flicked it's tail back and forth and swatted at the air, pretending to be catching something.
"This is Mikemon." He finally spat out. His gut rot returned, much to his agony.
"Was there a reason you just ralphed in front of us?" The purple haired bitch snapped, "or do you always introduce yourself that way?"
Terra frantically waved her hands, like a peacekeeper, "Let's not start fighting, that's the last thing we should do in this situation."
"Well it's nice to see another guy, at least," the other boy finally spoke, he seemed shy, and was obviously forcing the words to come out of him, "My name is Dashielle. It's nice to meet you, Amok. And this is Puroromon, apparently."
He meant the little creature hovering beside him. It was like a bee, with an oversized head and tiny clear wings that beat back and forth with a slight hum. It had bulbous green eyes, that were slightly creepy given Amok's state of mind. Compared to the rest of the monsters around them, this Puroromon was small, only about the size of a football, almost comforting considering it was a bug.
"I'm Bree," piped in the goggle girl, her eyes were like a violet fire buring, such an unnatural shade. Her arms were crossed, and she sat with the most unwelcoming body language Amok had ever seen.
"And I'm lopmon," her monster practically whispered. It had it's hands behind it's back and was rocking back on it's heels. It was brown with purple/pink details on it's fur. It had three horns over it's eyes, and ears that were twice the length of it's short body. Amok wanted to think of it as a rabbit, but that wasn't quite right.
"Faith," the purple haired bitch chimed, her voice now unbearably sweet, "and Monmon."
Her monster was a green coloured monkey, wearing weird tribal like jewelry and a leopard print cloth. It stared blankly at him.
"And you already know me!" Terra smiled, "and my partner is Agumon."
It was a small orange dinosaur, or maybe a dragon, Amok couldn't really tell. It had long claws and blue stripes all down it's body. It looked frightening, but if Terra liked it, then it had to be a good thing.
Amok sat down. Part of him was nervous that somehow, someone there would discover that he was whacked at the moment, and try to take his drugs. The rest of him was trying really hard to stay concious of what was going on around him. Either way, his hands were glued to his messenger bag.
There was a light beeping noise, and he snapped out of his high for a second to try and decipher it. Terra also looked around quickly to find the source of the noise. It became obvious over a few seconds what it had to be, and Amok quickly tore the weird device off his pants and held it out to them.
"These things, Mikemon said you had them too."
The others scrambled to pull out their own beeping electronic devices, each was a different colour. Terra's was a pale orange, Bree's was purple, Dashielle's was Yellow, and Faith's was a blinding lime green. He pushed his blue one towards the circle, and they all stopped beeping in unison.
"I thought they were just tacky accessories. Maybe they play MP3's too," Faith blabbered.
"Yeah because that's helpful right now." Bree rolled her eyes.
The devices started glowing as intense white light, and a sharp wailing noise came from them. Amok dropped his out of fear, and because it had started to heat up and scorch his hand. The rest followed, one by one they all dropped their coloured devices on the ground, and the light intensified, and grew larger in diameter. Terra made a strange squeaking noise, and Amok instinctively grabbed her from the circle and held her a little bit closer, blocking her eyes from the white consuming them.
And from the white dimension, came a tall, curvacious female figure, who snapped a vine-like whip at them all, and bellowed, "You called me?"