The New Digidestined of America
By: Dwarvanman
Part I: From Humble Beginnings
We look upon a small part of the city of Springdale, Arkansas. It is here where we find a young teen at the age of seventeen. His name is Jophery, and you can say that he is not the most popular kid in the neighborhood. With him, in this small town, are his two friends Spencer and Trevor Lee. Trevor was nineteen, with a slight sense of facial hair on his chin. He wore a pair of blue jeans, a gray T-shirt and green camo hooded jacket. He stood at 5' 10¬1/2" while his younger brother stood at about 5' 10". Spencer was one year younger than Trevor but had a dumber, yet, caring personality. He wore a usual blue jean with whatever shirt he had clean at the time. Though on the other hand Jophery stood at about 5' 101/2" and wore a pair of blue jeans, a black belt, and regular white T-shirt. At this time, the school year was finally coming to an end, and the weather was starting to get hot and humid. "So what do you want to do over the summer?" Spencer asked Jophery, gazing in his direction, as they walked back to his house from a long day of school.
"You know, I don't know. To be honest, I can tell you one thing. Whatever I'm going to do, it ain't gonna be anything exciting." Jophery answered, unenthusiastically.
"How can you say that?" Spencer asked in disbelief.
"Trust me, Spence. Nothing exciting has ever happened in this part of the neighborhood, not since we moved here that is; and I'm positive that it's not going to change any time soon." Jophery stated walking perfectly in-time with Spencer.
"I guess you're right, but I did hear that they built a new game store over by Barns & Noble." Spencer said.
"Interesting, I wonder when it'll be open." Jophery pondered aloud.
"I heard on the news that it should be open by the end of the week." Spencer said imagining what the new game store will look like.
"Since when does the news cover a story about a new video game store opening?" Jophery asked slightly annoyed
"I dunno…" Spencer replied shrugging his arms in complete ignorance.
"Well I hope you're right, I've been trying to find a game for about a month now." Jophery said.
"What was the name of that game again?" Spencer asked as dense as usual.
"It's; 'Super Gangster Shot VI'." Jophery replied.
"Oh yeah… Well my house is coming up here so I'm going to have to talk to you later." Spencer said being blissfully unaware of his surroundings.
"A'ight, Spence, see yah around." Jophery exclaimed as he waved to his friend.
Spencer and Jophery lived very close to each other. He only lived up the street from the small dead-end road that Jophery lived on, no more than three houses away actually. Jophery walked down the street and then through his door. Stumbling through the front door; he then walked over to his room and sat down at his desk where he started on the homework for the day. As he was doing the assigned work he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like if his life took an exciting turn for once. His imagination took him to mystical forests, snowy tundra's, deadly volcanos, and deep caverns, each one more breath taking than the last; and before he knew it, two hours had already past him by. It took him about an hour afterwards, but he was able to complete the work and head into the living room where he turned on the television and proceeded to endlessly flip through different channels that was until he started hearing something faint. A beeping sound of some kind, kind of like some weird beacon. He called out to his mother, whom had been in the other room preparing dinner, to ask if she could hear the noise as well. She politely replied saying that she had not. Jophery's mother was always such a nice woman. She always did her best to provide for the child, being a single mother and all. He never knew his real father, he vanished without a trace on earth shortly after he turned seven.
"Are you okay, Jophery?" Jophery's mother asked concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine I'm just really tired." Jophery replied.
"I wouldn't blame you, it's the last week of school and teachers usually start cracking down hard at this time of year." Jophery's mother said.
"Yeah I know." Jophery replied, unenthusiastically.
Jophery's mother served everybody up and they all proceeded into the living room to watch some T.V. before getting ready for bed. The two ate the meal and stored whatever they didn't finish, and shortly after; Jophery went over to his room and turned on his computer. It was a 2004 HP Pavilion, but a few tweaks here and there and it ran as well, if not better, as a computer today. The only bad thing about was that it couldn't play any modern games, the only games it could really play were games that were already uploaded onto websites. He turned it on and pulled up YouTube, then put on his favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, and started to watch his series on the crooked man. About three episodes into the series, he looked out the window with a suspicious expression. He thought he had heard something while the next video was loading.
It sounded like the rustling of leaves, almost like when a squirrel jumps from branch to branch. Only it sounded like a larger animal, much bigger than a squirrel, almost like a small cat. He just shrugged it off and continued watching the series. Though he couldn't keep watching, due to the voice in the back of his head; saying something wasn't right. He just brushed it to the side, opening his science text book to some practice problems, hopefully thinking that if he could do something else, he could keep his mind off of what happened, and also to study for his semester final test. He came across a question that read, "If a train is going at an average speed of 176 MpH (miles per hour) and has to go 200,00 miles to get to the next city, with wind factor not being an option, how much time will it take to get there?" His answer read, "X=(200,000 Miles/176MpH) so X=1,136.36 hours."
"Man, that sounds more like a math problem than a science problem. But, they're the experts." Jophery said. He still couldn't shake the feeling somehow that he was being watched. And he was right something was watching him. He ended up just getting up from his chair and going over to his bed. All the while looking around the darkened room, dimly lit by his desk lamp. He lay on his bed starring at the ceiling, thinking. He still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
It felt as if there was someone else in the room but it was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He got up and slowly made his way to his desk where he had a spare flash light, in case the lights went out again. He turned it on and looked around the room. It was quite obvious that there wasn't anyone in the room with him, but he could still feel a presence of something with him, just… watching him, he just didn't know where. He just turned off the flashlight and more cautiously his way back to his bed. He lay there until he was no longer able to keep his eyes open waiting for whatever was there to reveal itself, but ending in defeat and succumbing to his dreariness. Following soon after he had the strangest dream, most was blurry, but there was one part he could remember so vividly, it made him shiver. It was the image of an anthropomorphic fox like creature. It had golden fur, blue eyes, purple glove like sleeves wrapped around its hands, but what seemed to stick out most to him though, were the two purple fireballs circling each other on its outer thighs; imprinted there like a tattoo of some kind. He woke up in a cold sweat; the sound of an alarm screeching and blearing in his ear, with the sign a new day eager to break through the cracks in his blinds. He shuffled his way to the kitchen and opened the medicine cabinet, taking his daily medication, afterwards proceeding with his normal morning routines, he grabbed his car keys and drove towards the high school.
The day, proceeded as usual, test after test, final after final. Each one slowly being checked off of an organized list. Eventually 12:00 rolled around, and those whom hadn't already left made their way to the cafeteria to socialize, relieve stress with friends, or to just study. He walked into the cafeteria looking for a friendly face to sit with. As he was standing in the doorway there was a group of sports jocks were all sitting with each other; having a conversation. These boys were the bane of the school's sports teams. They didn't care who it was, they only seemed to enjoy bringing misery upon others, all for some kind of sick joke, or amusement. One of the many problems with this was the fact that, most of them were seniors, so they were never actually punished for anything that they did, just so they could graduate on time, and the school kept its academic reputation.
"Hey, see the dork standing in the door?" Asked one of the jocks, poking his buddy in the arm, with a retarded expression on his face. "Watch this." He continued; standing up from the table, as the others snickered. The behemoth of a man walked by Jophery, but as he was walking he kicked Jophery's right leg out from under him; causing Jophery fall to the tiled floor with a solid thud, in turn dropping his bag causing most of his papers to fly out and scatter across the floor. He went back over to his friends who proceeded to laugh at Jophery as they walked by. Even the cheerleaders snickered at him while they walked behind the jocks.
After they left Jophery noticed a hand sticking out to help him. "Need a hand?" Said a girl with a smile.
"Heheh, helping me up off the ground again, Cheryl?" Jophery asked chuckling to himself. Cheryl was a beautiful girl. She stood at a Perfect hight of 5' 5'' she had light brown hair, with hazel green eyes, and was Jophery's oldest friend.
"I don't know why you don't do anything about those boys? They may be huge, but they're not that tough to take down." Cheryl replied, vexed.
"You know as well as me that the moment that I start using violence to solve my problems, I'd be no better than those apes." Jophery replied with a trusting smile.
"You know, one of these days, you're gonna hit something as stubborn you are, and I don't do bits and pieces." Cheryl commented with a giggle.
"You know, I wouldn't have any other way." Jophery said. They both laughed, then proceeded to enjoy the rest of their lunch period. The bell rang shortly thereafter, and the two parted their separate ways and went to their other classes. It was a normal day like usual, Jophery took, and passed, the rest of his semester finals, then walked to his car, starting the engine. He got home about three hours before his mother and decided that he might as well go for a walk. He left his hose, slowly making his way over to an old field, not far from his house, that he used to go to when he was a kid. The walk there was silent. Not in a creepy sort of way, but in a peaceful way. The wind around him settled, almost as if it were bending to his very whim as he walked down the lowly, desolate street. The birds could be perfectly heard in the distance, as they sang their songs of joy and content, the pine bristles and pine cones crunched under his feet as they were forced into the warm asphalt once stepped on. Once he arrived; it looked as if he were there only yesterday. The grass, now as tall as small tricycle, glistened like wheat in the summer sun, emanating glorious waves yellowish, green as the small breeze grazed upon the tops of the stocks. Out in the distance it looked as if someone was out there surveying the area almost camouflaged by the tall grass. "That's probably Spencer over there. He knows that I usually come out here this time of year. I think I'll go chat with him for a bit." Jophery said to himself walking out into the field towards the figure, but as he got closer he noticed that the figure, that he thought was his friend, was looking less and less human. Instead of backing away in fear Jophery decided that he wanted to get a closer look. As he got even closer he noticed whatever this creature was, it obviously wasn't just a guy in a fur suit, but whatever this thing was, it had golden yellow fur, with strange purple sleeves on its arms. On the sleeves was a yin and yang symbol where the hand was. It had the body structure of a female, but the details of a fox, with a bushy tail with white fur on the tip. Just like the one from his dream that night. "That… that's the thing from my dream last night, but… why?" Jophery asked himself in disbelief and confusion. The creature heard what he said to himself and turned to his direction. "Oh shit!" Jophery shouted as he fell from his crouched position and on to his back.
He lay there awaiting his fate when the creature stopped and looked down upon the young boy. The creature eventually reared its face looking over the boy in silence. At this point, all time had felt as if it had stopped. Minutes turned to hours and seconds; an eternity. Even the gentle breeze was no more. "Th-the hell are you!?" Jophery exclaimed in fear. The creature just stayed silent. "Answer me!" He repeated. Still, nothing was said from the figure, but instead it fixated its attention on his eyes. He fell silent, as if someone had quite literally taken away his ability to utter a single sound. His muscles locked, as a cold sweat started to perspire from his pores.
"You are the one…" The creature muttered under its breath.
"What!?" Jophery finally blurted out, after multiple attempts to raise his voice, but before anymore words could be conversed; he was picked up from behind by an oversized red goblin. It had a tiger skin loin cloth with a skull and cross bones tattoo on its left arm. It stood taller than the yellow fox, when it slouched. Its hair was a blinding white and its eyes were the color of a light brown, sort of like a coconut tan color. And lastly to complement its brutish appearance, was club placed in its left hand, that seemed to be made from a giant bone belonging to that of an elephant. It was truly a force of pure power.
"Hah, it seems like I found me a little snack." It said with a low sadistic chuckle, all the while Jophery struggled to break free from its grasp. "Oh, don't struggle too much, puny human. I don't want the meat to become, too stringy." It continued; mocking his victim, like a spider to a fly caught within its web.
Before he knew it, there was a flash of light, and Jophery was caught within the arms of the creature from before, with the giant red goblin face down in the dirt below them. "I uh… thank you, but c-could you possibly set me down?" The creature nodded, and did as was asked. Once he was firmly planted on the earth he said; "Okay, now that both my feet are planted on the ground, and whatever that thing was is finally dead, I can now resume panic mode…"
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING!? WHY WAS IT TRYING TO KILL ME!? MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY DID IT WANT TO EAT ME!? AND ON THE OTHER HAND, WHO ARE YOU, NO MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT ARE YOU!?" Jophery continued on, in his "panic mode". All the while he was actually freaking out. The ground started to shake and tremble, ultimately shutting Jophery up, his mouth, hanging open in awe and bewilderment. The creature whom had been lying on the ground next to them, seemed to be breaking apart with cracks forming in the skin. Bright light bled through the cracks forming on the creature as it slowly started fade away. What seemed like strands of data and bits of memory escaped from the dying goblin like humanoid; glowing and shimmering ever so brightly as it suspended itself in the air, for all to see, forming something. Time seemed to stand on end as the glowing bits turned into a familiar, yet, foreign device. It was the size of an iPhone 3S, sharing much of the characteristics as well, the rim was the color of gold and the back of the device was that of a royal purple. The device floated over to Jophery as it gently placed itself in his hand, while the rest of the gleaming bits of light were absorbed into his savior.
The fox like creature walked over to the boy, whom had still been in a trance of shock and awe. "If you would be so kind as to listen, I will be more than happy to explain myself… Tamer."