Disclaimer: The Author, Pen Named Ake-Enjeru or Ake for short, does not own Digimon, Thenceforth the Digimon mentioned within this story do not belong to him. In retrospect, the original characters and unique traits of Digimon, if they occur, in this story do belong to him.

With that out of the way, before I start typing this, I wish to thank those actually reading this. No seriously, you're going to deserve it.

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Click, Clack, Click, Clack... Wormmon didn't remember much about how he got here. Just that he had to keep moving, or he'd get eaten. He didn't even remember what it was that would! Panic had riddled his mind, and until it fled he would not care to remember. His path was clear, apparently a mechanical surface... but it was boxed, he had no escape but to keep on marching forward.

At least, that lasted until the ground gave way beneath Wormmon. He was flooded with light, something the boxed area had lacked, and plenty of free space to roam. He didn't waste time and immediately bolted until he could find the nearest exit.

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Small piles of presents were strewn throughout his bedding room. But he didn't care; it was supposed to be his birthday, wasn't it? Everyone was supposed to be here on his special day, Celebrations on his eleventh birthday and all. But no, all his cousins and aunts and grandparents and not one of them came to see him in person. He was alone in his little room, with a store bought cake.

The child wasn't greedy or anything, this had been happening all throughout his life. First, his parents died, he didn't blame them or anything, but he never even knew them. They were people who died in a car accident, that's it. Then he was left to his uncle, he couldn't say he was a bad man. He just didn't have time to take care of a kid and he knew it. Most of his time he was just left with some food his uncle bought earlier for dinner, he was asleep when he came home and only saw him in the morning for a few moments before he left for school.

Finally, none of his relatives even wanted to acknowledge he existed. He didn't know why, they just sent him his gifts when it was Christmas or whatever, never bothered to actually meet the kid.

It was living, but he was too young to live this way. Even he knew this with his young mind. Eventually, the question of what lied within the presents grew too much. He disbanded his childish grudging and went over to a present, slowly opening it.

He paused the moment he heard a noise... It sounded so much like small footsteps. For a moment hope glimmered within the child, had someone from his family finally came to see him? He dropped the present and ran out the door to his room, and immediately tripped over the source, sending them both sprawling.

When the child recovered, he looked at what he had stumbled into. A green caterpillar-like creature, far larger than it ever should be, almost as big as the child length wise. Two Antenna stuck out of it's head, and on the creature's head was a purple marking. The purple continued for it's claw-like legs, and even for a pincer on the very end of the creature.

For the child, this was a monster. So it screamed.

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Wormmon came to in an instant, the child was loud enough to wake the deleted. Very likely, also loud enough to alert what he was running from. He had to shut it up quickly, or he was done for.

The issue was the child wasn't exactly small, and Wormmon was. Having no type of hand wasn't much help as well; he couldn't just cover its mouth. So that left the option of Violence, which the worm digimon quite quickly took. He reared back his head, and slammed it into the child's head.

The child let out a sharp yelp of pain, wincing and covering its head. Wormmon was relieved to hear it finally stop yelling at the top of its lungs. Having a moment to stop panicking, he actually looked at the child, and realized he had no idea what the creature was. He saw a human, with brown hair and green eyes, and of course this was alien to him. It wasn't that bigger than him, so it had to be a Rookie... and he had hurt it rather easily.

So the worm broke the silence with a simple question. "What kind of digimon are you?". He didn't get a response, other than a bit of a whimper. Did he frighten it? Maybe it wasn't as strong as it's size suggested. "I didn't mean to hurt you... Can you just tell me what digimon you are? I've never seen one like you.". The larger creature looked up, still with tear-strewn eyes. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

The worm blinked in confusion, all digimon should know what they were. "I mean, what Digimon are you? I'm a wormmon!". The child blinked, as if the term was some alien language. After a while it spoke up again. "I'm... I'm not a Digimon, I'm a human...". The digimon did a double take, this wasn't right; there wasn't anything such as a human in the digital world.

The digital creature didn't have much time to ponder the thought, as the two were thrown back into the room that the other came from, Shattered pieces of the wall scattering with the two and littering the hallways and room. What he'd been running from had found him. If he wasn't too scared, the Wormmon could've cursed.

The attacking creature was a demonstration of the incredible size difference caused by the evolution to the next stage. Larger enough, so that the only part of his body able to reach towards the two without the need of a bigger hole would be it's massive hand. No doubt, it was a champion level digimon.

In the child's terms, he would've recognized it as a gigantic black dinosaur, with a white underbelly and red stripes. Several Green protrusions dotted his back, giving him the apt reference in name to a Tyrannosaurs Rex. Two gigantic claw came from it's hands, and Leather belts entirely wrapped the scaly hand.

This was a DarkTyrannomon, and it was hungry for a tiny little worm. Bad luck for our green hero. Its nostril flared, it could smell the delicious data, And crushed the hallway beneath it's claws to get closer.

No doubt, the rookie was doomed... And the child that had unwittingly stumbled into it. Wormmon entirely forgot about his larger companion, although it's reaction made it clear, it couldn't fight any better than he could.

At least until it started to mutter, a simple phrase over and over, which would change the entire situation. "Don't be scared, Don't be scared...". Wormmon had to guess, the words themselves held a sort of power to them. As the creature started to glow a bright red, and the light soon bathed him as well.

When the light cleared, it wasn't the child holding the digimon anymore; it was the other way around. Standing where the worm once stood was a proud, more humanoid figure. While still Green Flesh wise, Most of its body was covered in armor... decorated with flames, And Butterfly wings of the same design stuck out from its back. He had a fighting chance now, thanks to this child... he was going to take it.

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The child had fallen unconscious, immediately after the worm took on its new form. If the entire experience hadn't frightened him out of his wits already, waking up to see the helmeted form of the evolved insect did. With a yelp, it rolled out of its grasp and skittered across the floor.

Much to the child's dismay, the insect followed. "Wait! I want to thank you.". The child turned to face the dreaded creature, giving it the attention it wanted for now, but made no other response. After a moment, it spoke again. "My names Shadramon... Well, it is now. What's yours?".

The child gulped, the creature was... cool-looking, admittedly. This one didn't want to hurt him, either. The least he could do was give it a name. "M-My name?". The creature nodded, not continuing further towards him.

"Its Ben...".

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I'm not too proud how this chapter came out, But I suppose it's the best I could ask for. I'll clear up the current plot holes in the next chapter, and hopefully clean up my style and set an actual plot. In return, leave me some feed back.

–Ake Enjeru