I sat on the ground...crying...over my new form. I had just managed to crack the Digimon's Source Code, enabling me to understand them more. I had thought that this could mean that we could be more powerful, more...like them...but it soon turned to folly. I went and became a Digimon, but I had no signs of turning back.
"...why...why am I now this...Slayermon..." I said, holding my hands, covering up the part of my head that wasn't covered in a shroud. I wept, sad that I was now this...giant freak with wings, a large shroud that covered most of my body, and skeletal legs. I continued to weep at my sorrow, which was the lowest point in my life, when I heard a small sound, like the coo of a dove. I turned to my side and saw a small girl, no older than 10.
"...why are you crying, Mr. Digimon?" She asked me.
"...I'm not Mr. Digimon...I'm...Slayermon..." I told her, showing sorrow at the name.
"Well, do you want a different name? I know! I'll call you 'Allen'. Is that okay?" She asked me, a smile on her face. I looked at her, then smiled.
"Sure. Now, why are you talking to me? I'm a stranger Digimon. Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I asked her.
"Well, yeah, but no one should have to cry. Why are you crying, though?" She asked me.
"...nothing you should concern yourself with, little girl..." I said to her.
"My name's Eve!" She said. I smiled, and held out one of my large fingers, which she shook.
"Oh, how sweet...an abomination has found a human...now we can play the game with her..." I heard, causing me to turn to see Ogremon.
"...Eve...I want you to hold onto my back and stay hidden, until I say so...okay?..." I said, raising her to my back, which she jumped onto and held on.
"Okay! I'm ready!" She said to me. I then brought the large Scythe that I had gotten in this form out of Shadows, and raising it to the ugly brute.
"Back off, Ogremon. You come anywhere near her, and I'll put an end to you." I said, moving the shaft of it to my other hand, ready to strike. He raised his club, and then scoffed.
"Your loss!" He shouted as he rushed me. As he almost got to me, I took to the air, dodging it quickly, and knocking his club away from him. I then drew back, and made a wide arc, cutting him in half, transferring him into Data, and then absorbing it, causing me to cough and drop to my knees. I sent my weapon away, and brought Eve back out.
"...is the bad Digimon gone?..." She shyly asked me.
"...yes...I took his club and bonked him on the noggin and he went crying to his mommy..." I lied to her. She smiled, then hugged me. "So...where do you live? Your parents must be worried sick." I asked her.
"Nah, I live nearby. I went out for some air while Momma and Daddy were out grocery shopping. Can you take me home then?" She asked me. I nodded, and put her on my shoulder.
"Here, so no one gets frightened because of me." I said, turning us invisible. She started to giggle, then direct me to her house. I let her off there, and when I touched the railing, I felt really weak. Without a second thought, I started to De-Digivolve, just barely holding onto the railing with the now two fingered hand I had on my right one.
"Allen! Hang on!" Eve yelled, holding onto my arm, trying her hardest to pull me up. I reached for the railing with my other hand as soon as I could, and pulled myself onto the railing. I then looked into a mirror, and saw my new body. I had one eye that functioned properly. The other was looking like it got stitched closed. The left half of my mouth was sewn shut, enabling my food and speech out of only one spot on my mouth. I had the body layout of a ragdoll, who had lost a few bits and got some patches on itself.
"...huh...I'm Ragamon now..." I said, looking at my two fingered hand.
"...is it still okay if I call you Allen?" Eve asked me, her hands behind her back. I smiled, then placed my normal-ish hand on her shoulder.
"Of course, Eve...now, you go inside, and I'll be on my way." I told her.
"...but...it's dark out there...come on inside...you can stay in here tonight...just act like a stuffed animal if my Parents come by..." She said to me, opening the door for me to walk in. I looked at her with Disbelief, then followed in. I looked around her room, then settled in the large pile of stuffed animals she had, blending in if needed. At this time, my stomach growled, and I felt hungry. "Do you want something to eat? like a Pop-Tart?" She asked me.
"If you wouldn't mind..." I said to her, watching her leave and quickly return with a couple of them. She handed me one, and took the other for herself. I ate slowly, trying to not be rude, ubtil I couldn't help myself and ate the rest in a single bite. This made Eve giggle, and then yawn, for it was late at night. I got up, went over to her, tucked her in, and then rubbed her head until she slept. I then went back into the pile, sat back down in it, and quickly fell asleep as well, surrounded in warmth.