AN: just something I'm writing up for funsies. Digimon was my first real fandom so it's about time I wrote something for it.
Another day, another tower built and location secured. Ken had been making considerable progress since he had made the choice to remain in the Digital World full-time, a dark gleeful chuckle bubbling from his chest as he thought about those Digi-brats failing to halt his progress. For now he moved to his control room, eager to make some last minute adjustments before sleep. Instead he gave pause to the vision which greeted him as the door opened.
There, on his chair, sat an envelope. He glanced around the room, wondering where it had come from. When he stepped closer he could see it was address to him, "Emperor" written in beautiful gold calligraphy.
"Wormmon!" he called for the bug, but didn't see him scuttle in until a full minute later.
"Yes Master?" he was carrying a tray with tea for the evening.
"Are you responsible for this?" Wormmon's gaze followed to envelope, shaking his head and replying with his usual nasal simpering,
"No, Master." Ken regarded the item. How did it get in here? Who was responsible? He supposed it could be something to be weary of, but in the end a confident smirk took his face and he strode forward to scoop up the envelope. Only the Digi-brats had dared to question his power here, an opposition that would soon be quelled. The only possible issue this brought forth was that he should up his security for the base. Taking his seat, he tore open the seal and withdrew the paper to read:
Your Highness,
We hope this letter finds you in good spirits. We should like to formally invite you to our theater, and of course make note that you are welcome at any and every performance while we are here. Seeing that you are a man of considerable intellect, we have elected to put together a show specifically for you. While we appreciate all of our fans, we confess it will be delightful to face the challenge of a more discerning eye. Should you see fit to pay us a visit, it will be a show you won't soon forget.
Faithfully yours,
Piedmon's Circus
Ken glanced over the invitation a second time. He took the cup from Wormmon, sipping down the warm green tea and considering the possibility. Did he have any desire to waste his time with such a tryst? It's true he had been making steadfast progress. Attending a public event would further show his confidence in the looming defeat of the Digidestined. He didn't remember enslaving any Piedmon, but all the same the Digimon and his troop were polite enough to recognize his titles and address him properly. That didn't mean he wouldn't enslave them later, but the fact that they already knew their place made his grin grow.
"Wormmon,"
"Yes Master?"
"How would you like to attend a circus?"