Hello it's me nighmaremon!
I am writing a story about Ryo!
And for my muse here is Gramon come!
Gramon: Nighmaremon! I need oxygen!
Sorry. lets go off Gramon
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own digimon!



Love that lasts for a Millenium

Prolouge

" Get off me! You vile peice of useless weeak data!" Yelled a dark voice to a cowaring digmon flying through the air tears streaming.
~Digimon Analyzer~
Gramon
Virus, Dinosaur digimon
Rookie level
Attacks: Giga burst, Plasma bomb.
~Digimon analyzer off~
" Master Akiyama, what has happened to you? You've changed." Whimper the small grey lizard. " I have changed for the better, now get out of my sight." Snapped the Dark figure holding his digivice, glareing at a computer screen. Gramon walked off sobbing. " Oh well, time to start project MM." The 'Master' said and started desingning a Ultimate that'll cause those Digidestined fools not to destroy his creations.
End of the Prolouge.

The Master walks in: You know I will kill you right?
Yeah and then you will die, now be guiet or I might rip of that mask.
Gramon: Do it! Do it! Do it!