Author's Note:

Uh… hi there… it's… been a while hasn't it? I'm sure most of you don't remember me, mainly because I was more active on the Spyro fanfic archive than here on the Digimon one. But I'd been absent from the fanfiction scene for over three years now… I wish I had a better excuse than "I had writer's block" but I don't.

Okay there is a bit more to it than that, but most of it is personal stuff I'd rather not share online. Let's just say 2015 was a horrible year to be Foowd and leave it at that kk? Cool.

But as you can see, I've made my triumphant return! A return that no one asked for, no one wanted, and quite frankly will make you regret your life decisions and mine. YAAAY!

Digimon is © Bandai Namco and Toei Animation, neither of which are me. I'm just some idiot who fell off the face of the earth three years ago…

Jason Allen, Ross Beck, Ethan Jacobs, and Okamon (Kinda) belong to me however, Kate Peterson and Bridget Shuno belong to my brother.

Let's start the party!

Chapter 1: Going Digital

Walmart Electronics Section- Sanford, Maine-Afternoon

"No sir, you can't return it, it's opened."

I hated my job sometimes, but for a fresh out of high school kid like me, it was either Walmart or flipping burgers. Electronics was kind of up my alley, being a gamer and all, but dealing with irate people who didn't know their Kinects from their Xbox Ones, I won't lie, it got to me sometimes.

My name is Jason Marcus Allen, I live in a small town in Maine, there wasn't much to me really, I was a young, slender man, I had blonde hair with bangs that hung over my face, but you could still see my ice blue eyes. I wore my Walmart uniform with gray kahkis and black converse sneakers.

The man in front of me was clearly in his fifties, and looked to be the kind of guy who didn't get video games at all, he was trying to get a refund for his copy of Madden 18, problem being our return policy said you weren't allowed a full refund if it's sealing was removed. "I don't care! My son says it doesn't work and you owe me sixty dollars!" The man barked at me.

Me being a sensitive, quiet type, was not dealing well with being yelled at, I sort of shrunk inward, trying and failing not to look intimidated. "Sir.. I… I'm sorry, but… it's… it's store policy! I… I can only give you trade in credit!" I tried in vain to explain to the raging man but it did little to sooth his raging anger.

He quickly snatched the game from the counter. "Unbelievable, maybe I can find someone else in this store who isn't a complete asswhipe!" He screamed, causing everyone else in the store to start staring at us. As if I wasn't uncomfortable enough already, now I had the entire Walmart staring at me.

Thankfully the man made good on his word and left. I couldn't help but sigh in relief, the joys of working retail am I right? This is why "People of Walmart" exists…

I then noticed a rather disheveled man approach the counter, he had a rather worn Boston Red Sox cap on, his hair was black, long, and unkempt, he wore a long, dirty, black trench coat over a navy blue shirt and worn blue jeans. His face was aged, worn, his eyes hidden behind black sunglasses, his other features hidden beneath his long beard. "C...can I help you sir?" I asked, I didn't know what it was, but something about this guy seemed...off… I wasn't doing well hiding my trepidation.

The man said nothing, but I could feel him watching me from behind those shades, he simply set something on the counter and left. Before I could even respond he was already out of sight. Confused I looked to see what it was the mysterious stranger had left, it was a cd-r in a cheap looking jewel case, the words "Digidestined" written on the front in red sharpie. I just stared at it for what felt like an eternity, what the hell was I supposed to do here? I could tell the manager, but it probably wouldn't do much good, I could try to return the disc to the man, but I wasn't about to go on a wild goose chase through the Walmart to try to find some weirdo.

So, out of options, I pocketed the disc, what I did with it later would have to wait to be seen. All the while I couldn't help but think this was how most Creepypastas start… but I had a job to do so I would have to put it out of my mind, at least for the time being.

After Work…

That had to be the longest day of work in my life, I got into my car, started it, and began the long drive home. The mysterious disc still weighing heavily on my mind, the hell was up with that guy anyway, the disc sat in the passenger's seat, every bit as shady as the minute the weirdo left it on the counter.

I debated just tossing it and forgetting about it, but curiosity was a powerful force indeed, and it was intent on seeing what was on the disc, and why that man just up and left it for me. I know I was probably going to end up regretting it… but hey… I'd been needing an excuse to get myself a new computer anyway…

The drive home was surprisingly quiet, almost serine. As the scenery passed me by, lit only by the headlights of my car. The only sounds I heard were the small hum of the engine, It's the kind of thing that made you stop and really think about life… mine wasn't really all that much to write home about though…

I still lived with my mother and younger brother Shaun, mom was a reporter for a local news station, as such she's constantly wrapped up in work, barely even given a chance to live her life. It wasn't uncommon for her to go days without sleep, which I doubt was healthy for a woman her age.

My brother Shaun was a good kid at heart, but was still the typical younger brother who annoyed his older brother constantly. But at the end of the day we all were pretty close, standing together through even the worst of times.

But even still, I couldn't help but feel like I wanted more from life… like I was just spinning my wheels as life left me in the dust. Being a lowly Walmart cashier, it was hard not to have your soul crushed. I had dreams of my own, I was an artist by nature, and I had dreams of becoming a comic book illustrator some day, to draw the adventures of heroes I looked up to as a child. But my path to that dream seemed like it would never begin, neither me nor mom had the funds to send me to art college, and even if we did, the chance of getting picked up for such a job were slim to none.

Okay now I'm just depressed, but I guess that's what happens when you get lost in self reflection and your life is… less than stellar to put it nicely. I soon found myself in the familiar driveway of my home, a quaint little house in a small suburb. I opened the car door and stepped out, making sure to grab my mystery disc on the way out.

The front door opened with a small creek, it was about nine o'clock, which meant Shaun was asleep and my mother was, if not researching a story, asleep as well. This was confirmed by the dark silence that the house exuded, the only light being from the outside light creeping in through the front door. I debated turning the light on but decided against it, considering I was the only one awake and all. With a simple sigh I headed upstairs to my room, part of me just wanted to pass out on my bed after an exhausting day at work, but my curiosity about he disc seemed to be overriding it.

First thing's first though, I wanted out of this uniform, I hated the thing, and liked to spend as little time in it as possible. I entered my bedroom to find it the same as it always was, clothes sprawled along the floors, posters of movies on the walls, bookcases full of video games and trade paper back comics, my five rows of long boxes containing your standard comic books. My desk was at the far end, papers containing half baked concepts and sketches scattered across it's top surface, my desktop PC sat on it's far right end, a decent little PC rig that I had picked up ages ago, it still had Windows 7 on it.

I quickly threw off my Walmart uniform shirt, tossing it in the laundry basket with pin point accuracy. I traded it for a red t-shirt with "Maine" written on the front in black, baseball style lettering, the bland khakis were traded for black shorts. I was now much more comfortable now that I was free of that accursed uniform.

But now I had business to attend to, the mystery disc. My curiosity would not let me wait much longer, it wanted to know what the disc was and why that hobo left it for me. In retrospect, I probably should have questioned more why I was so eager to view the contents of a disc left by a creepy hobo, but hey, that's life I guess.

I hit the button on the PC tower to open the disc trey. The mechanism whirred to life as it presented the small, plastic disc trey before me. I removed the shady disc from it's case and gently placed it inside, pressing the button to send the trey back to whence it came. The PC sounded with the whirs and clicks of disc reading before the icon appeared on the screen.

"Click Me"

In my experience, clicking things that tell you to click them is a terrible idea, but something seemed to be compelling me to do so, like an unseen force was guiding my hand to a desired action. Before I knew it, I gave the icon a double click. The screen went completely black, as if it were booting up a game. The black screen seemed to linger for a few seconds before text began to appear on screen like an old DOS command prompt.

"Connection established/

/ Welcome Jason Allen to the DIGITAL WORLD

/ Please enter "Yes" or "No" if you wish to know more."

Okay, a few things. One: How the hell did it know my name? Two: What in the name of Christmas is the "Digital World"? Was it like Tron and I'd be entering a computer world? Or was this one of those "I don't understand the internet but want to sound hip and cool to the young kids" things, like when they used to call it the "Information Super Highway"? It seemed to be waiting for me to input something, I debated ejecting the disc, nothing good could come of this I could tell. I quickly hit the button on the PC tower to eject the disc but it didn't open, more text appeared.

"/ ERROR! Cannot remove disc!

/ You cannot run away from destiny Jason.

/ Please enter "Yes" or "No" if you wish to know more."

Okay now the creepiness has reached critical mass! "I cannot run away from destiny" the hell does it mean by that?! I'm pretty sure this is how most creepypastas start. I tried the button again but the same line of text popped up as a result. So out of options I decided to play along with the creepy computer program and type "Yes", I would have gone with "No" but I had the sinking feeling I would have just been met with the same response as before. Predictably, more text popped up.

"/ Thank you, Digidestined of America, you are but one of a chosen few that will save the Digital World from those who enslave it."

Oh god what is even happening anymore? That word again, "Digidestined", it was the same one that was written on the disc, I didn't even think it WAS a word! The text continued.

"/ We Digimon have been aware of your world for quite some time, we had originally wished to remain separate in peace, but it appears someone from your side had other plans and wishes to enslave it. The Digimon are suffering Jason, you've always dreamed of being a hero Jason, now is your chance...

/ Type "Yes" or "No" to proceed..."

I just stared at the wall of text for what felt like an eternity, I had no clue what to make of any of it! What was a "Digimon"?! It sounded like Pokemon but with a bit more "Digi", but the last part was the one that made me pause, you know that kid that had that stupid and unrealistic dream? You know, the one that wanted to be Batman when he was a kid? Yeah I was that kid. Every time I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said that I wanted to be a super hero, I wanted to save the day and all that stuff, of course I grew out of that and settled on the far more realistic dream of becoming a comic book artist, but thinking of it, I guess I never really did lose sight of that dream… even now as an eighteen year old man, but how this program knew that I had no clue.

Then there was the whole "Do I accept" thing, I debated with myself for a bit, to me this whole thing sounded like the set up to a video game, but it knew my name, and knew somehow I wanted to be a hero, I tried to use logic to create some kind of reasonable explanation for this, but couldn't. I began to type "Yes", despite all the warning signs in my head telling me I should say no, something in me wouldn't let me, I couldn't lie, I was very curious where this was going or what waited for me when I complied with this… whatever it was. Text appeared again.

"/ Thank you, I hope you find what you seek Jason Allen"

The screen then went dark again, I sat there in silence, kind of fearful of what might happen next. That was when my PC tower went berserk!

It began rocking and whirring violently, like it was trying to process the mother of all files! I quickly got out of my chair and backed away, fearful my PC was about to explode! Well I guess that's what you get for playing with those bootlegs son. Suddenly the screen came alive with what could only be described as a vortex of data. I suddenly found myself compelled to walk towards it, like some force was making me walk forward. I soon found myself reaching out to touch it. The second I did, everything went black…

A/N- And that's chapter one, don't worry, I'm writing more than one chapter at once so you won't have to wait very long for chapter 2.

Update: 11/4/17: Fixing up the prose and adding more flavor to the text, nothing major though