Can't believe I'm crazy enough to do this, but I'm taking the 100 themes challenge—or one of them, because there's so many lists that I just ended up picking one and apply it to Digimon, particularly Wizardmon and Gatomon with a few other characters here and there, because insanity. Yeah.
Each theme has no word limit, so they can be short or long depending on how much I write for that prompt. Chapters also may or may not be chronological, even though I would like to make some kind of connection between them all, and show some kind of progression. Ratings may also vary between prompts, but I'll make that effort to not go beyond a "T" rating overall. Can't guarantee it, though.
I've stalled long enough. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Digimon © Toei Animation, Bandai
The moment she broke out of her Digi-Egg, YukimiBotamon knew of her purpose. She knew there was someone coming for her, that she was born to be with them forever. She made the vow to be there for them, to protect them, and to just be a friend—whatever any of that meant. Somewhere in the back of her mind, as she stared up at the sky, she questioned her existence.
Why am I here? Who am I waiting for? Why am I waiting for them?
YukimiBotamon became Nyaromon before she realized it, and explored her surroundings more. As seasons passed, it slowly began to sink in that she was alone. The In-Training had no one to talk to, no one to play with to pass the time, no one to protect. Her excitement and patience for this someone steadily began to wane as her loneliness and doubt filled her up.
Something wasn't right.
It took a little effort to become Salamon, but she couldn't enjoy her new form, as there was no one to celebrate with. Abandoning her birthplace, she wandered, going wherever she felt like. She stopped looking up at the sky, knowing there was nothing waiting for her but wide, open space. It was clear she had to track them down, it was silly otherwise for her to continue to sit and twiddle her newfound paws.
Then a shadow enveloped her, and she watched as a wicked smirk spread into existence. Spindly fingers reached out to take up her entire vision, and all she could do was stare in horror, frozen in fear.
Eyes snapping open, Gatomon slowly uncurled herself, pulling her claws out of the cot. "That dream again,"she muttered bitterly to herself, casting her gaze about the small room. Her long tail swayed gently, the ring at the tuft of lavender fur glinting from what little moonlight streamed in.
Her ears perked up when there came a frantic knock beyond the wood. "Yo, Hairball, open up!"
Hissing under her breath, she leapt off the bed to answer it and glare at DemiDevimon. "Can it, Butterball. What do you want?"
He sneered before his golden eyes lit up in some form of excitement. "Lord Myotismon's giving out reconnaissance duties in a few minutes."
Gatomon's expression fell. "Oh, goody."
He scowled at her dry tone. "What's with that attitude? I thought you like going outside?"
"I don't like anything." She sniffed as she walked past, taking care to smack him in the side. "But anything is better than this hellhole," she added over his cursing.