Bancho Leomon's Dojo, Digital World
Despair. Hopelessness. Death. This was to come if they did not heed AncientWisemon's warning. The great Digimon foretold of a group of Digimon with the sin crests. He foretold that they would start a massacre that would last for centuries. They did not put that much thought into it. They were at peace. There was no hatred. No negative rebellion. Nothing but happiness and peace. And then the angels attacked.
Lucemon. Demon. Lilithmon. It was they who started it all. Because of them, the Digital World was close to ruins. The peace they had once held was gone. There was nothing but a destruction. He had lost so many friends at the hands of those demons. There was so much bloodshed. So many died so young and painfully.
He sighed at the thought. The horrors of the young ones. It was almost too much to bear.
Victory Greymon spun on his heels and walked back inside Bancho Leomon's hidden dojo. There was only one plan now. One hope. They had to put their faith in the prophecy.
"All is ready," Z'd Garurumon spoke up when he entered the room they set up for war planning against the Demon Lords.
Victory Greymon looked at the six Digitamas. Those special Digimon would be the first to be partnered with humans. They had never attempted to contact the human world before. They couldn't believe that humans could do any better than them. But look where that decision led them to. Death. Fear. And almost total destruction.
"Are the Digivices ready?" he asked Vikemon, who nodded. Vikemon walked up to the huge table in the middle of the room and placed the Digivices in front of the Digitamas.
VictoryGreymon nodded to his friends. If this worked, then the Digital World would be saved. He breathed in deeply and turned to Bancho Leomon. Banchou Leomon was leaning on the wall, gathering his energy to open the barriers between the worlds. They only had a two-minute window and only one chance at this. They had to time this right.
Bancho Leomon opened his eyes several minutes later and a bright light surrounded him. "It's time!"
They all got into positions and faced the Digitamas. They poured their energy at the Digitamas. The Digitamas and Digivices glowed brightly along with them. Light engulfed the room then, blinding them. Victory Greymon breathed heavily when the light died down. He held onto the table for support as he tried to adjust his eyes. He looked at the table with a smile. They had done it. The Digitamas and Digivices were gone.
"Please, children. Help us. You are our last hope."
Ichijouji Residence, Tamachi, Japan
"This is breaking news. A centralized attack has occurred right here in Hikarigaoka. The cause of the attack is currently unknown, but it is believed to be a terrorist bombing attack by authorities. We going live with Sato-san at Hikarigaoka..."
"A terrorist attack?" his mother mumbled slightly as the breaking news continued. The news switched to the reporter at Hikarigaoka and the destruction behind him. The attack was recent as the authorities and firefighters were still taping the area and rescuing people from the area.
"Mama, what's going on? Why did the show change?" his sister spoke up, only for her to be hushed by both of their parents.
"Not now, dear. I'm trying to listen." Osamu frowned upon seeing the hurt in Ken's eyes. They didn't listen to her, they never had. If it wasn't one thing it was another. It pained him to see the six-year-old being treated this way; he was just glad they weren't being physical with her as they were with him.
Osamu placed his hand on Ken's knee as the witnesses talked about seeing monsters fighting. Ken tilted her head in curiosity, while Osamu rolled his eye. Monsters, in Hikarigaoka? How ridiculous could they be? There was no such thing as monsters. The only monsters were monsters, but those were fake, his teachers, the media that love asking him questions, and maybe the bullies at his school.
Osamu snorted slightly, noticing his parents getting more worried as the people on the screen get more descriptive. Deciding this was not appropriate for his little sister, he gestured her to follow him back to their room.
"Nii-chan?" Ken called out to him with curious violet eyes. "What's wrong with Mama and Papa and why was here a strange lady on the tv?"
"The news reporter believes the terrorist attack was done by monsters."
Ken's eyes went wide. "Are there really monsters at Hikarigaoka?" she asked in a trembling voice. Maybe telling her that was not a good idea.
Osamu ruffled his sister's hair in reassurance. "There are no such things as monsters, Ken-chan. And even if there were, I'd protect you from them."
Ken smiled at him as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "Okay, Nii-chan!" She bounced away from him and rushed to the bookshelf. Oh, he knew what she wanted. She wanted to hear a story. Osamu had long given up trying to get his parents to pay attention to his sister, but of course, they ignored her, treating like she was a stranger most of the time.
He smiled gently when she came back with her favorite book The Princess in Black. Ken returned and handed him the book. He chuckled softly and took the book from her. He walked to the bed and sat down. Ken, happily, did the same thing.
"Okay let's see," Osamu opened the blue book with a princess on it. He opened it to the first page and read:
Princess Magnolia was having hot chocolate and scones with Duchess Wigtower. The hot chocolate was hot. The scones were sweet. The breeze from the window was warm and wishy.
Osamu cleared his throat and attempted to make it sound like a girl.
"How lovely of you to visit," said Princess Magnolia. "And unexpected."
Ken giggled softly as his voice took on a bad imitation of a girl's voice. Osamu playfully bumped her with his elbow.
"I love to meet people in their own homes," said Duchess Wigtower. "I always uncover secrets."
"She should mind her own business," Ken mumbled.
"You may have a point," Osamu agreed.
"Secrets?" said Princess Magnolia.
"Yes, secrets," said Duchess Wigtower. "Hidden messes, skeletons in closets, those sort of things."
"Closets?" said Princess Magnolia. The hot chocolate burned her lip. The breeze knocked her curls into her face. She was no longer enjoying her-
"Nii-chan! Your computer is acting up!" Ken interrupted.
Osamu blinked as he looked up from the page he was reading from. He looked at his computer with furrowed brows. His computer screen was flashing with different colors. He blinked in confusion. He didn't remember leaving it on.
Osamu got off the bed to investigate. Ken followed after him. Osamu frowned in confusion when the computer screen flashed strange coding. "What in the world?" Osamu held his sister behind him when two strange objects came out of the computer, followed by two eggs. The two devices landed in their hands. Osamu blinked. The devices were rectangular and pale blue. There were strange symbols on them, which he had no idea what they meant.
"What's this?" Ken asked him as she looked at the device in her hand. She turned her attention to the egg that landed in front of them. Ken's egg had pink hearts on it, while his had spots. "An egg?" Ken got on her knees and picked up the egg.
"Ken-chan, be careful! We don't know what this is!"
"But it's an egg," Ken told him as she cradled the egg in her arms. Osamu sighed and looked at his own egg. He carefully picked it up. He wondered what was inside. He frowned. None of this made sense to him. Where did these strange eggs come from?
Osamu's thoughts were cut off when the eggs began to glow and-
"It's hatching!" Ken squealed.
"You got to be kidding me!" Osamu yelled in surprise when the eggs hatched into two strange creatures. In Ken's arms was a green blob with a leaf and a pacifier. In his, well, he wasn't sure what it was. It looked like the mythical Baku with a helmet and a ring on his arm. "What in the world are you?" Osamu was starting to feel overwhelmed.
"I am Bakumon, Osamu-kun," it said. How did it know his name?
"I'm Leafmon, Ken-chan!"
"EEE, you're so cute!" Ken squealed as she hugged the creature. Osamu blinked and stared. And blinked again and stared. And then his mouth fell open.
"Wha? How? Ah, man." Osamu managed to say before the computer acted up again. Osamu and Ken looked at the computer this time to see a beam of light engulfing the room. Osamu closed his eyes at the blinding light. Osamu would have sworn he was being pulled into the light before everything went black.
Motomiya Residence, Odaiba, Japan
The apartment was dark and quiet as she made her way to the kitchen. With her father on a business trip, it was just her, her mother, and her younger brother, Daisuke. Silently, the maroon-haired girl peaked into her brother's room, which was slightly ajar. Daisuke was fast asleep in his toddler bed, but it wasn't as restful as she hoped. Daisuke had been having trouble breathing for the last three days and combined with his fever that would not go away resulted in him being taken to the hospital almost every day.
Jun didn't feel alone when her mother was not home when she got home from school. Mrs. Inoue would always drop off Momoe to keep her company and since it was a Friday night, Momoe was allowed to sleep over. Jun was truly grateful for that. But this didn't make her any less worried. Daisuke was still very sick and her mother was beyond exhausted. She has been in Daisuke's room every night, sleeping in a chair close to his bed for the past couple of days. Jun was sure this was not good for her. She was always so tired in the morning.
With a sigh, Jun silently made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Jun stayed there for several minutes, just thinking and hoping Daisuke will be okay. Jun closed her eyes for a moment, whispering a small praying for her brother to get well soon before she heard a strange sound coming from down the hall. Jun's eyes snapped open in confusion as she exited the kitchen and went into the hall. The sound was coming from her father's office. But why? He shouldn't be home for another two days. Unless... "Otousan? Is that you?"
Jun got no response and was further confused when there was no one in the room. Yet, the computer was on. Jun frowned in confusion upon seeing two strange objects on the table. There were a strange rectangular device and an egg. Jun picked up the device. The object was rectangular and light blue. It also had strange symbols on it. "What could this mean?" she spoke softly as she inspected the object in her palm.
Jun lifted up her eyes to gaze at a strange egg. It was a pinkish color, hot pink actually. There were two symbols on the egg. The exact same ones that were on the device resting on her palm. What did this mean? Jun stepped a little closer to the egg, gazing at the strange identical symbols. But then the egg began glowing. Jun could do nothing but jump back and shield her eyes as the light blinded her. When the light was gone, Jun felt her mouth drop as a small white creature now rested on the table. The creature was small, smaller than a soccer ball. It had two dark pink floppy ear, black eyes, and a small, stubby, dark pink tail. The creature was cute, like a dog.
Jun silently sat on the chair to get a better look at the strange creature that now replaced the egg. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the creature had a small birthmark on one of its ears. She couldn't make out what the mark wrote out, though. It was in a strange language she never seen before. It wasn't Japanese, nor American, nor France, nor Chinese. In fact, it was none of the languages her father kept books on in his office for his work. What language was this then? Actually, that question was not nearly as important as the one that escaped her mouth without meaning too.
"What are you?" Jun made sure her voice was very soft, almost close to a whisper, as she gently picked up the creature. It's soft and warm. She had not wanted to awaken her mother and brother from their much-needed slumber.
"I'm Paomon, Jun-chan," she said. Jun almost dropped the dog-like creature.
"You can talk?" Jun's voice was a little higher this time, but low enough to not awaken the other two occupants in the apartment.
"Of course," Paomon said, happily. "We all can."
"We?" Before Paomon could respond to Jun's obvious question, the computer acted up again. Much to Jun's surprise, a beam of light exited from it, engulfing her and Paomon and then they were gone.
Montgomery Residence, Colorado, USA
"Wallace, what are you doing up?" Wallace gazed at his mother as she entered the kitchen. She gazed at him tiredly, catching him standing on a chair as he attempted to open the fridge. Wallace blinked. His mother normally didn't get home between 4:30 and 5 in the morning. Was it really that time already?
"I was hungry, mommy," Wallace said as his mother placed a white plastic bag on the kitchen table before walking over to him. His mother was a beautiful woman. She was a tall, half Japanese woman in her early twenties with long dark brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She wore a black and white dress, black stocking, and black shoes. She had a gentle smile and the brightest and kindest personality he had ever seen. But even at his young age, he could see she was hurt by what his father had done to her.
From what he had been told, his father had left her the day they graduated high school. But they had been arguing for months before that. His father had not wanted him. When his mother refused his demands to get rid of him, he left her. He was never heard from again. Wallace personally didn't care about his father. He didn't know him and that was the end of that. But his mother was suffering because of him. She worked long hours at a very popular restaurant in town, which was two hours from his grandparents' ranch house and the rest of the farm. She was attending college, part-time, for some kind of business degree.
As his mother stopped in front of him, lifting the six-year-old into her arms, Wallace noticed the tired lines under and around her eyes. Wallace hated seeing her so tired. He didn't see her as much when she was attending school in the afternoon and evening, working during the night and the very early morning, and trying to sleep in the morning when she got home. Wallace spent the most of his time with his grandparents, helping them feed and care for the farm animals. But there were times in where he sneaked into his mother's room, watching her as she slept. Her sleep never looked restful.
"Hungry?" She pretended to look surprised as she walked away from the fridge. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I brought you some breakfast then."
"Yeah!" Wallace exclaimed, which caused his mother to chuckle softly as she placed him on the floor. Wallace watched his mother take several containers out of the white bag and began putting them in a small bowl for him. Once the food was portioned and heated up, they went into the living room where they sat on the sofa. His mother placed a VHS tape into the machine on top of the tv. She then pressed a button and the movie My Neighbor Totoro magically appeared on the screen.
Wallace, memorized by the tv, ate and watched. While this was going on, his mother slumped on the sofa next to him; her eyes closing slightly. "Mommy, you okay?" Wallace was now gazing at his mother. She was really tired. He felt bad for keeping her away from her much needed rest.
"Do not worry, my little prince. Mama's fine." She smiled tiredly at him. "Mom and Dad should be getting up soon," she said as an afterthought. "What did you three do yesterday?"
Wallace smiled. "We played with the chickens and the horsies."
"Did you now?" She smiled fondly at him. "That sounds like fun."
"It was! Grandmama said you were the best horsey rider in the whole world. Can you teach me, please, oh please."
His mother laughed. "Maybe when you're older, my little prince."
"Promise?" His mother smiled at him as she held out her pinky finger.
"Pinky promise," she said as they looped their fingers together.
About twenty minutes later, his grandparent entered the living room, not all that surprised to see the two of them on the sofa together. "Wallace, dear, there you are." His grandmother was a very pretty Japanese woman in her mid to late forties. His grandmother had long dark brown hair, light skin, and light brown eyes. His grandmother was shorter than his mother and had a somewhat thin figure and average height. His grandfather was an American man, also in his mid to late forties. He, too, had light skin and brown hair. But instead of brown or black eyes, he had blue eyes.
"Mommy's sleeping," he said softly, seeing as his mother was fast asleep on the sofa. The two gazed at each other silently for a moment before his grandfather spoke up.
"Wallace, me and grandma are going to attend to the animals. Why don't you stay with mommy?"
"If you need anything, you know where to find us," his grandmother said.
"Okay," he said, watching them leave the house through the side kitchen door. The room was quiet once again with just the sound of the movie playing and his mother's breathing filling the room. At least that was before the movie suddenly stopped playing. "Huh? What happened?"
Wallace jumped off the sofa and walked over to the tv when it fizzled out and turned white. As Wallace got closer, he noticed strange symbols were on the tv, but he couldn't figure out what they were. Just when he was about to awaken his mother to tell her about the tv two objected exited the tv and landed in front of him: an egg and a strange rectangular device.
"What's this?" Wallace gently touched the egg. However, that might have been a mistake as the egg glowed brightly. Wallace surprised the light hadn't awoken his mother. It was very bright. When the light faded, two creatures were now standing in front of him.
Blue eyes blinked at the two creatures in confusion. What were they? The blond haired boy tilted his head to the side and the two creatures did the same. Wallace gently poked the brown one, realizing that it was real and warm and squishy. This caused the small brown creature to giggle softly. So he wasn't imagining things. That was good but weird.
Wallace then smiled at them. "Hi," he greeted as he inspected them. The two creatures seemed to be twins. They looked exactly the same, except for one being green with one horn on its head and the other being brown with three horns on its head. He wasn't sure what to make of them. But they were cute. Maybe they could be his friends. He didn't have any friends. He had his mother and the other animals, but it wasn't the same.
"Hi, Wallace! I'm Gummymon."
"And I'm Chocomon."
"Gummymon and Chocomon?" They talked too, which was surprising and weird but in a cool way. Wallace continued to smile at them. "Those are cool names. What are you?" Wallace then tilted his head a bit, unaware that the tv was glowing again. "How do you know my name?"
"We will always know your name," they said as they jumped up and down. "We are your Digimon!" A Digimon? What was that? Before Wallace could voice his question, he was suddenly blinded by a bright light.
"Wallace?" Wallace turned to see his mother lifting herself on her elbows, gazing at him sleepily. As the light engulfed him and the two Digimon, Wallace could only watch as his mother's features went from sleepy to terrified. "Wallace!"
"Mommy!" His mother jumped off the sofa and rushed towards him. She had tried to grab him, but it was too late. He and the Digimon had somehow slipped from her gentle fingers and disappeared from this reality as they entered the tv.
"Wallace!"
Nogushi Residence, Kyoto, Japan
Adolf had a newfound hatred for hackers and crazy chicks. It wasn't every day he'd open up an email from his ex-girlfriend, only for it to be a virus. He should have realized getting an email from his ex-girlfriend was a bad idea. He'd known she was insane and troubled, but he hadn't expected her to cheat on him with her on-again, off-again, supposed ex-boyfriend. He also hadn't expected her to send him a virus as a result of him completely breaking off their relationship.
Adolf silently cursed at himself for being so stupid. He shouldn't have opened that email. Maybe his laptop wouldn't have had all its files and hardware destroyed. And the worst part of all, his friend now held it prisoner as he attempted to recover any of his files and hopefully unlock his poor laptop and restore it to its former glory. But for now, he was stuck with his father's ancient computer. The half French, half Japanese boy sighed. He truly hated hackers and their viruses.
But Adolf hated his father's computer more. It was beyond slow and lacked many of the basic software and tools he used on his laptop. This was the reason why it was off most of the time. But, upon entering the room and even before he turned on the square, chunky box computer, the computer turned on on its own. The usual startup didn't appear either. Instead, a black screen of green code flew across the screen followed by two objects exiting the computer with one landing in his hand and the other landing on the floor in front of him.
This completely baffled the fourteen-year-old. Computers don't turn on on their own and strange objects weren't supposed to exit from them. It was physically impossible for that to happen. Yet, it happened. Brown eyes gazed at the device quizzically, almost suspiciously. Was this a bomb? Nah, that was ridiculous. He would be dead now if that was the case. Then what about the strange egg?
The boy pushed a stubborn strand of brown hair out of his eyes as he inspected the egg. It was purple with little specs on it. There seemed to be nothing off about the egg. It looked normal, but he had never seen one this big before. He wondered what was inside. Curiously, he touched it with his middle finger.
Adolf had not expected it to glow the moment he touched it. "What the?" He jumped back as the egg hatched and in its place was a strange creature. He gazed at it in astonishment. The little guy looked tough. It was purple and white, had four little legs, pointy ears, and a tail.
He blinked as the creature looked at him in curiosity. He definitely hadn't expected this when he asked to use the computer.
"I'm Dorimon. Nice to meet you, Adolf-kun." Adolf collapsed on the computer chair. What on earth was going on? Animals were not supposed to talk. Well, the creature wasn't any animal he'd seen before, but what else could it be?
"How do you know my name?"
"I'll always know who you are," he said.
Adolf frowned in confusion and would have questioned him more if it wasn't for the computer glowing again. "Oh, what now?"
Hideyoshi Residence, Adachi, Japan
"The man had not passed a happy hour since he left them in the wood, and the woman had died. Gretel shook out her apron so that the pearls and precious stones rolled about the room, and Hansel threw down one handful after the other out of his pocket. Thus all their troubles were ended, and they lived happily ever afterwards. The end."
Jamie Hideyoshi closed the book silently and placed it on the nightstand. His five-year-old adoptive brother of one week was fast asleep. Jamie tucked the blanket around his brother's sleeping form as he slept undisturbed. Jamie smiled as his brother cradled the toy bear Jamie had given him for his birthday.
The thirteen-year-old was truly amazed that he even had a little brother. They weren't doing too well financially, especially with the shareholders and directors going after him for stealing money from the company. His father had built his company from the ground up back in Germany before moving to Japan. It was ridiculous that a proud and honest man would do such a thing, but his father did have enemies and they would do anything to bring him down. So it was a surprise that his father would even consider adopting an orphaned child. Then again his father was a very strong man with a big heart to allow anyone to break him like this.
"Happy birthday, little bro." Jamie got up and walked over to the door where the light switch rested on the wall. "I know things seem bad right now, but I promise things will get better. Vater will not allow the Drogensüchtiger to win. He's stronger than you think."
Jamie flicked the light switch, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Green eyes gazed at a photograph that rested on one of the hallway tables. It was a picture of him, his father, and his mother. Jamie hated her for what she did. He wanted to hurt her, to let her know how much she ruined the life she had. She didn't need drugs. She had a good job at the company, a family, a roof over her head, and even education. She didn't need drugs; she had them! Weren't they good enough for her?
Jamie sighed softly as he rested his head on the wooden door. His father had saved her from the horrible life she had been living before. Yet she still betrayed him. She betrayed them both. His mother had a terrible drug addiction. She borrowed drugs without any money. She had promised she would pay them back and that promise came at a terrible price.
Jamie would never forget that day seven years ago. The company at the time had been dealing with questionable losses, causing his father to hold a meeting the entire day about what needed to be done. While his father was away, he had been left with his mother, who had been acting rather strangely for the past couple of months. Jamie knew something was wrong when she brought three men to the apartment. The three men were clean-shaven businessmen, much like his father, but Jamie knew they were evil on the inside. They may seem like honest men on the outside, but their eyes told a different story. They were dead black, evil, sinister.
Jamie had feared them and he still did today. Jamie could still remember the fear that filled him as the men gazed at him with their dead eyes. These wicked men had wanted to take him away as payment for what his mother owed them. She didn't do anything as the men dragged him out of the apartment. She just stood there, watching with a relieved smiled and pity in her brown eyes as he cried out for her help.
Jamie was just grateful their neighbor, Masuyama Dai, an off-duty policeman, had come to his aid when he heard the yelling. Jamie knew he wouldn't be here, safe at home with his family, if it hadn't been for him. But that didn't stop the pain of what his mother had done and what could have happened to him.
Jamie stepped away from the door and walked towards the small brown table. He gazed at the picture silently. The half-German teenager didn't know what to feel. His mother had betrayed him and it had been made clear that she only married his father to conceive a child that she could give away to her drug handler. But that wasn't the only thing she had done to this family. Jamie knew from when he visited jail three years ago the money that had been missing from his father's company over the years was because his mother had been withdrawing money from the company account under his father's name. And now his father could lose his company and possible prosecution for something he didn't do.
With a burning anger, Jamie slammed the picture face down. How could she do this? It was very hard to swallow the painful lump in his throat as he made his way down the hall and towards the living room. Sitting on the sofa was his father. His father had been spending the last couple months going to the court hearings and trial and talking to officials as they investigated the embezzlement.
The anger immediately went away as he took a heavy seat next to his father. This father's dark blond hair was messy and disheveled. He had bags under his eyes and he was slumped forward slightly on the sofa.
"Was it bad?" Jamie asked. His father lifted up his head to give him a tired smile.
"No, actually. The police were able to locate almost more than half of the money she stolen in an abandoned home she used to live at."
Jamie raised a brow. "Serious? I'm surprised no one stole it."
"It was well hidden apparently. They only found it because she told them where to find it in exchange for a lesser sentence."
Jamie's eyes widened in horror. "What? No!"
"Sohn, I know. I know. I am not happy either. But if it wasn't for her, I would have lost my company and much more."
"You are in this mess because of that Drogensüchtiger," Jamie said, thinking very horrible things about his mother.
"Jamie." His father frowned disapprovingly at him. His father was a truly nice and kind person, but he could be strict at times too, especially now when it came to his mother, no matter rotten she. "How many times do I have to tell you to not insult her for her mistakes? She is still your mother no matter what she has done to us."
"Sorry," Jamie said softly. It was hard not to think badly of her after everything she had done to his family. He knew he couldn't forgive her. He never wanted to see her again if that was possible.
His father sighed, pulling him into a comforting hug. "Don't be sorry, Sohn. I'm the one who's sorry for not being there for you when you needed me. I should have seen through her, but my heart blinded me."
"You still love her, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. I...truly did think she had changed," he said sadly. "Things will not get better any time soon and the pain will be there for a while, but we will survive. It's in our blood."
Jamie smiled slightly and he hugged his father. He couldn't understand why his father didn't hate her, why he still loved her, but hopefully, he would understand in time. They just needed time to heal.
The two stayed like that for another hour, silently talking to each other before heading to their rooms for the night. As Jamie entered his room, he noticed his computer was on. Jamie walked over to the computer in confusion. Resting in front of the computer was a gray egg and a strange device.
"Where this come from?" Jamie picked up the egg and almost dropped it when it glowed. When the light faded, Jamie blinked his eyes, clearing the specks and circles that clouded this vision. Once they were cleared, Jamie gazed at what the egg hatched into. And, on my lords, it was a dinosaur. Jamie loved dinosaur, at least that was what he assumed the gray creature was. And even if it wasn't, it was still cool.
The little creature smiled at him. "Hi," it greeted excitedly, causing the black haired boy to smile, widely.
"Hi, I'm Hideyoshi Jamie. What's your name?"
"I'm Pukamon. Nice to meet you." Pukamon? That was an odd name. What was he? And where did he come from? And how was it possible that he could talk?
Jamie opened his mouth, about to ask another question when the computer glowed. His eyes widened in shock as he was somehow sucked into the computer by a blinding light and then he blacked out not long after that.