A/N: Hi all. You may know me for my other multi-chaptered fanfic "Magma of Cinnabar" (Incomplete, first few chaps going to be rewritten anyway), or my oneshot, "New Years Gone Awry" (Complete, probably going to be rewritten eventually), both of which are pokemon. This fanfic though, is Digimon. And I think I'll have more fun with this one. Especially since I get to write about fire more often, even though MoC stars a fire pokemon. But anyways, here comes: Digimon Morphers
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, some random Japanese guy does.
-Digivice beeps with text message-
Oops, I meant Digimon. Same second part of the sentence though.
Chapter One: "What are you, a cell phone virus?"
Wayne sighed. This was the third time this period his cell phone had vibrated with another text from some unknown number. And always the same person. This was getting annoying. Each text said something about "It comes. Be prepared." And each message always said to call the number ASAP. As if. Maybe he'd call it when he got bored after watching "Digimon" when he got home. It could be interesting to listen to some lunatic ranting about the apocalypse.
But as it was, he was stuck in history class with the evil Mr. Roddy. Mr. Roddy, who seemed to have a sixth sense about gum-chewers, texters, and even the ASL chatters. The moment he had received the text, he had made sure the pocket the phone was in wasn't touching the metal on the desk, and he waited until Mr. Roddy turned to write something on the bored before checking it again. Luckily, as he shoved the phone back in his pocket, Mr. Roddy caught Melissa G and Melissa S having yet another conversation in ASL from across the room. Thank God for preppy ASL students who liked to sign to each other about their latest dates during history.
After struggling not to fall asleep as he took notes through the rest of history (and got even more annoyed by at least five more text messages from the number), Wayne got up and stretched before making his way to his last class of the day: Drama. Which meant he had to turn off his cell phone. The Drama teacher was nice about everything except for the usual rules for being in a theatre. Which included cell phones being off. Somehow she had managed to find out exactly who had a cell phone in the class, and asked them to show her their phone was off the moment they walked in the door.
So just as Wayne walked up to the door and began to turn his phone off for Mrs. Dean, he was greatly annoyed by yet another text message. "Hold on." He said as he walked out he door to check the text. Yep, same message. He growled as he turned off the phone and shoved it into his pocket before entering the theatre again.
"What is so important you would risk being late?" Mrs. Dean asked him as he walked in.
"Checking to be sure it was the same annoying text I've been getting all day and not something more important." Wayne replied bitterly. Lucky him, this actually helped him in this class. The scenes they were working on had him playing a character that seemed to be eternally pissed off.
After Drama, Wayne left the theatre and began to walk home, again checking for new text messages. Fifteen more from the number. He cursed as he continued to walk. Half an hour later, he arrived home and, after five more messages, wrote down the number and blocked further text messages from it. Sighing, he collapsed onto the couch and turned on the TV. As expected, Digimon was on. He smiled and began to relax.
About halfway through the episode, the cable went out. Every channel. A little strange, but not entirely devastating. After all, there was still that number to investigate. Grabbing his cell phone from the table, he got up and dialed the number he had written down.
He was greeted by the screech of dial-up. He winced and tore the phone away from his ear, putting it on speakerphone as he put it down on the table again. Staring at the phone as it continued to give off that dial up screech, he grew angry. Until suddenly the dial up sound stopped, and there was the usual sound of someone hanging up on you.
"What the heck?! How does dial-up hang up on you?!" He shouted angrily as he picked up the phone and turned it off of speakerphone. As he did so, he noticed something new on the screen. A circle with a triangle on the outside. It was in the upper-right corner of the screen, and when he closed the phone it appeared on the outer screen as well. Weird. He put his phone in his pocket and went upstairs.
As he walked over to his brother's room to grab his DS (His older brother had a habit of stealing his DS), he felt something in his pocket pulling him towards his room. Abnormal, to say the least, considering the only thing in his pocket was his phone. He grabbed his DS and went into his room to play the DS. He took his phone out of his pocket and put it on the bed. And momentarily did a double take. The triangle was pointing in a different direction. It now pointed towards his computer. Curious, he walked to the computer and held the phone out. The triangle was now spinning around the circle in, well, a circle. He turned the computer on, and a bolt of electricity sparked from the USB Port to his phone. The triangle circle disappeared. In its place, was something very strange.
"What the fuck?! That looks like an anthro orange lion! And it's on fire!" He exclaimed, only to have the thing yell right back at him.
"I am not an anthro lion! I'm a digimon!" It yelled. Wayne stared. He must be going crazy. Dial-up hanging up on him. Weird things showing up on his phone, including what was apparently a digimon. Yup, definitely schizo. He'd have to go see a psychiatrist on that one. Still, he had to at least attempt to assert sanity on this situation.
"No, seriously, what are you, a cell phone virus?" He asked it. He got a glare in return.
"For your information, I'm a Vaccine Digimon named Coronamon!" The digimon shouted, obviously offended at the virus comment. Wayne made a note to remember that most virus digimon were evil, and therefore a good digimon, especially a vaccine one, would be offended by the term.
"Right…. And why are you here?" He asked, still not quite believing what was obviously true, given that he wasn't insane, anyway.
"Hmm… let's see, I'm in your cell phone, I'm here in the real world in the first place…. Is it perhaps that you're a Digidestined and I'm supposed to be your partner?" Coronamon muttered sarcastically. "Gosh, you humans are so stupid sometimes."
"Well excuse me if a digimon suddenly appears on my cell phone after I've spent years watching the TV show after school everyday, and I just can't believe it." Wayne replied, glaring at the digimon. If they were going to be partners, then obviously someone made a screw up in the pairing room. "But, uh… How are you supposed to get out of my cell phone?"
"Simple. It's called Digifusion. Recent development, similar to Biomerging. Only it's the human body that remains instead of the digimon body. And the only known side effect is that the human can use digimon abilities. Extensive testing has yet to be done, obviously, because humans are hard to come by in the Digital World. But it's relatively safe." Coronamon responded with a look on his face that suggested he was saying it from memory, not actual knowledge.
"And has anyone actually Digifused yet?" Wayne asked hesitantly.
"Nope. We're the first." Coronamon said before suddenly disappearing from the cell phone screen. A shot of electricity flew from the phone and into Wayne, and Coronamon's voice could be heard shouting "DIGIFUSE!"
Wayne collapsed on his bed wondering in the back of his mind if maybe not throwing the phone away after the dial up hung up on him was such a good idea before he faded into unconsciousness.