I'm Not a Child – I'm 13 ¾ !
~Firstly, I don't own Digimon. Secondly, I wanted to base it in Manchester because I actually know where things are so it's a bit more realistic. Thirdly, it's kind of wrote in the same style as "Angus Thongs + Full Frontal Snogging" by Louise Rennison, but it features none of the characters from it. I suppose it's like the Myotismon episodes in modern day Manchester. OH and lastly, when I went to Tokyo, I saw the actual TV station where these episodes were set. I'unno, felt like adding that. Enjoy and whatnot~
I got this idea when I was reading "It's OK. I'm wearing really big knickers". It's weird but I like stories set out like that. They're more personal and enjoyable to read. I haven't watched Digimon in quite a while, I was toying with this idea when I was on the plane coming back from Tokyo. I got inspired to write a Digimon fanfic when I saw the TV station in reality. But decided to set it in Modern day Manchester. Seriously. Do not ask.
This story is based off a teenager who has no idea what Digimon are, and she is apparently the Ninth Digidestined. She does not like to be refered to as a child, as she is almost 14. Each day is a chapter. Some will be short, Some will be long. I don't know lmfao. ;_;
Monday 5th November
Home.
2:50pm – Bloody hell, A ghost thing has just floated into my bedroom and another ghost dragged my Mum away to somewhere where I have no clue. Oh god, it's trying to grab me. BUGGER OFF!
2:51pm – Chairs are useless, I'm being kidnapped by ghosts. I hope they don't have x-ray vision. That would be slightly perverted.
2:52pm – Going to run for it-
Arndale Shopping Centre, Manchester.
3:40pm – So they hit me over the head with something and I wake up with a load of children around me. The one in front of me looks too young to be involved with this. Far too be dragged away by gormless specters.
3:41pm – And what's worse, they're dragging them off to some demented vampire wannabe, is he an undead pedophile or something? Maybe he's a friend of Michael Jackson – rape beyond the grave.
3:42pm – All I can hear is "Are they the ninth child?" god, I swear to god, he is a mass-pedophiling pedophile.
3:43pm – OH MY GOD, they're dragging me now, what If I'm the 'ninth child'? WHAT WILL THEY DO TO ME?
3:44pm – This was actually quite funny. Pedo vampire asked this cat that can talk (?) if I'm the ninth child. The cat said "No master, that is not the ninth digidestined". I got into a bit of…err… shit.
"Damn right I'm not a digidestined, that's the weirdest sounding thing ever, is it related to a IT teacher or something? My IT teacher is…" I retorted, not moving along like I should have done.
"Are you sure that's not the child Gatomon? You know what happens if you lie." Pedo vamp asked the cat again, interrupting my description of my IT teacher.
"Even if I was the child, I wouldn't be anymore. I'm thirteen – almost fourteen. So I'm not a child, I'm a teenager" I answered the cat's question, which appeared to be a mistake.
"So you are saying you are the child?" He replied, raising an eyebrow and lowering his voice quite ominously. Crikey, he has the bluest eyes I've ever seen, I can tell you that.
"Well technically I was, but now I'm not as I'm a teena…"
"Guards, seize her."
3:50pm – Blimey, I'm being chased by a bunch of ghosts and a pedophile vampire with a red, glowing kinky whip. F my life.
3:51pm – Christ on a broom, I don't think they'll find me in new look. Definitely not the women's section, anyway. Unless one of them is a drag-queen or something… I'm hiding behind a counter, and there's a little hole which I'm using for spying. It's sort of hidden by a load of clothes but I can see fine… nothing so far. Oh wait what the hell is that. Since when could those ghosts fly through walls? What if they can look through solid things oh god oh god oh god.
3:52pm – Turns out they can. Running for my life once again DAMN ELEVATORS WHY DON'T YOU WORK ANYMORE. So now I'm stuck in a lift. I'll be cornered. Oh, surprise, surprise. Pedo vampire and his undead posse have opened the lift door. Why does the door work and not the actual lift? Oh Jesus there's his Kinky Whip.
3:55pm – Bad idea.
I looked Mr. Pedo vampire into the eye and said "I'm not afraid of you, or your kinky whip, or the fact you have purple lips." Guess what he went and bloody did. He grabbed me around the arm with his whip and it bloody well melted my clothes and cut me rather badly around my arm. I then did the only thing that was probably sane at the time – Kicked him where it hurts the most. To be quite honest, I'm surprised it worked, but he did that crouching things that a load of males do whenever they get kicked there. So I ran for it again, but tripped over. I don't exactly know how I did but now, I can quite frankly say, I'm buggered.
Dark prison room.
8:55pm – Just came around, and I'm chained up to a wall. I just realized that I was wearing complete and utter slops. Baggy white Happy Mondays t-shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts. At least I was wearing converse so they wouldn't slip off. Well, here starts my life of living on a wall. Pip pip, toodle doo. Oh god. My phones vibrating in my pocket.
8:56pm – Can't… reach… phone…
8:57pm – This vibrating is really, really, pissing me off now.
8:58pm – Why won't my phone go off charge?
8:59pm – I had my back up quite high and my mouth trying to get inside my pocket when a midget walked in. It was dressed up as a wizard and had really, really, big eyes. Quite scary really. Decided to ask him to get my phone.
"Oi, you, small person, can you get my phone for me?" I asked him… or her… or whatever it is…
"I'm not a person, but of course I will"
Christ, he's too polite. What does he mean by not being a person? He looks like one.
"It's just in my pocket there, you'll feel it vibrating…"
Merde. That just sounded. So. Effing. Bad. I don't want a midget feeling around my legs, thanks.
"…No actually, I can live with it."
"Are you sure? You look a bit uncomfortable"
"You try hanging up by chains on a wall, then"
"Sorry. So are you the Ninth Digidestined?"
"No I am most certainly not, My IT teacher looks like Jesus and I don't fancy being the bearded woman"
The midget laughed at me.
"Digidestined aren't teachers of sorts, they are children destined to save the digital world and have the power to make other digimon digivolve"
"…What in the world are Digimon?"
9:05pm – So it turns out that Pedo vampire and his ghost posse are 'digimon'. It stands for Digital Monsters. Pedo vampire's called "Myotismon", and the ghosts are called "Bakemon". That cat called "Gatomon" didn't have a weird name, apparently, and this midget standing in front of me is "Wizardmon". Myotismon wants to take control of his world, and the human world. Why didn't he go to Washington then? He's going to do bugger all in Manchester. He'll probably get trampled over by Manchester City fans. Bakemon are his servants or slaves, I'm not quite sure, and Gatomon and Wizardmon are his followers that are helping him find the ninth child, which I'm not quite sure what they're doing now because apparently I'm that child, even though I'm a teenager. Quite frankly it's offensive. How the hell would I know how to stop a pedo vampire from ruling the world? Seriously. I'm really tired, too, how the hell am I going to fall asleep attached to a wall?
So there it is. And yes, her name hasnt been revealed are actually really fun to write and are getting me out of my writers block. :U
The 6th of November will be tommorow... or today... somehow. e_e