Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or it's characters. I also do not own Disturbed and their lyrics to the wicked song "Dehumanized". I just added the lyrics in there because I thought it would be fitting as well as to set a mood.
"Lost in slumber, a threat to no one
Weak and humbled in my disgrace"
- Dehumanized, by Disturbed.
The clacking and tapping of keys echoed of the walls in the dark. The only source of light was a glowing computer screen, barely enough to cast the gaunt man's shadow, held an image of hope to reach the only thing he desired now: access to the Digital World. Hiroki would be so proud of his progress. He had successfully created two digital eggs that combined his DNA and data from the Digital World. With them he was sure the Digital World would not be far from his reach. Although he wasn't exactly sure where this sudden knowledge and burst of inspiration came from, he convinced himself that it was Hiroki's spirit guiding his steady hand and mind. Since the death of his best and only friend, Hiroki Hida, Yukio Oikawa was determined to complete the project they never finished. Entering in the final portion of code, Yukio had a feeling that he was finished. He was about to create life, perhaps digital life, but life none the less. With a swift tap of the Enter key, he stood up and stepped back a safe distance to watch the miracle unfold.
At first, there was nothing. The screen continued to glow steadily, and the room remained mute, save for Yukio's own respiration and the beating of his heart. No fireworks, no explosions, no fanfare, not a thing. It was in this moment the thought crossed his mind that he had failed. But before his heart could drop into his stomach, the screen brightened drastically and the sound of white noise and dial tone assaulted the ears. A form leapt from the screen and began to morph and convulse from what he could see through squinting eyes, between his shielding fingers. Yukio backed up against the wall, blindly searching for a light switch. When the light dimmed, he would be sure not to be caught in the dark with such a beast. And as he predicted once the shadow had finally taken shape, the screen dimmed and the noise ceased, leaving him alone with the monster. Lowering his hand and opening his eyes, his gaze was forced to rise higher to meet the eyes, well, eye, of his creation.
What towered over him was a being that resembled an Egyptian mummy with blackened spikes and claws, leaning on one of the largest firearms he had ever seen. It was menacing, it was huge, and it was thrilling being in the presence of such power. He had created a Mummymon. The bandaged behemoth did not hold this form for long, however, as the beast collapsed to his knees and began to morph once more. It hunched over and shrunk slightly, into a more human like figure. Although it had changed to a more human appearance, it was far from beautiful much to his surprise and disappointment. Its skin was a dry gray hue, looking deathly and stale. It was bald, lanky, bony, and lacked most of its defining facial structure such as a nose, ears, lips, and its right eye. This naked monstrosity before him, deformed and hideous, looked up at him finally with a single golden eye filled with confusion and wonder, Yukio's heart could not help but clench. It reminded him so much of himself and how he had felt in his younger days before Hiroki came along.
As if reading his thoughts at the mention of Hiroki, the beast suddenly began to choke and sob uncontrollably. It had taken Yukio off guard. Shouldn't such a monster be cocky, calm and collect, poised for battle like he and Hiroki had always imagined? Instead, after mere moments of life, the digimon was hit with strong feelings of sorrow and was weeping like a new born babe. Yukio felt helpless as he watched the human Mummymon express its sadness, something he himself was all too familiar with.
To be continued...