The only word that existed in its mind was destroy. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. It just knew that it had to destroy things. Because that was the only way it could get better. Better from what, it didn't know. Just that it had to destroy.
So of course, why not do so in a remote place? It couldn't find any of those so called 'hunters' that were rumored throughout the area he was in before. So he could do it here. He could do it and get better and perhaps maybe be useful. Because that's what it needed to be – useful and nothing else.
But it didn't know how to start. It didn't know what to do. Destroy, yes, but how? What would make it better? The Digimon that told it that destroying would make it better never said what it needed to accomplish in its rampage. A charred town? Or for it to just use it's power.
And suddenly, the area was burning in magma. It must've done something. Something good. This was probably what it needed to do in the first place. Just burn it down. Burn everything down.
It did make him feel better. So perhaps that Digimon did want him to use his power. It probably didn't care with what got ruined. As long as it got better.
So it did. It destroyed more and more. It made water rise, making it a faintly warm bath in comparison to itself. Everything was going fine.
And yet, it saw them. Things that could only be those rumored 'hunters.' Oh well, they would just burn up too. It didn't matter after all. They meant nothing in the plan for him to get better. They're simply extra material. Extra material to burn. And thus there no need to care. For once, it let loose entirely, doing nothing but but charring the place. Burning it. Destroying it. Noticing nothing of anything, minus the destruction.
But it fell down. Somehow, somewhere. It didn't notice anything. It just fell and was annoyed. It still felt better, but not really. It didn't. It felt worse because it was helpless. It only felt better because it was thrashing about.
And yet, emptiness was a thing. It felt it. Nothing was in its mind. Nothing that was saying destroy, and nothing that was feeling better. It just didn't feel anymore. And it felt awkward and unnerving.
It needed to destroy something.
But what was there to destroy when all that was around him was green pixels? And it felt weaker here too, like nothing could be used. No attacks. No magma to make him feel better. Nothing was going to make him feel better in here. Nothing.
Another Digimon, almost similar in appearance to itself, but kinder looking. Different actually. It seemed used to being in here. And how much it envied that guy. Being able to fit in so easily…
"Calm down there, there's no need to show off your attacks," it said. "But I can see why, Volcdramon. It must be new for you."
This thing knew its name? Come to think of it, it didn't even know its own name. Volcdramon...that's what it was called. That was it's name.
It felt a bit better.