Well hello this is my first Digimon fic and I'm hoping that y'all like it.

Also it may rise in rating eventually.

No pairings for now, but I wouldn't own them anyway...

One: What do I have to do?

Alice McCoy was very confused.

First of all she wasn't wearing her usual gothic Lolita style clothing. Alice was amazed that she noticed that of all things first. She was still in all black, but now her billowy dress had become a pair of black linen pants with a grey camisole. Her jewelry; the cross necklaces, silver chains, skull rings, and such were all missing too. Also she was barefoot.

Second thing was that she had no idea where she was. One moment she was in her backyard mourning the loss of a dear friend then the next she started to hear a voice.

***

"You really miss him, don't you?" the voice asked.

In her depressed state of mind she didn't question that she was speaking with something that probably didn't exist.

"Dobermon was the only one who understood me," Alice responded. She winced, all of the things that had happened that day. She knew that he was only supposed to be a vessel for the Sovereign's power, but unfortunately she let herself get attached. She let her already fragile feelings latch onto another being. They always left.

"I can help you bring him back," the voice purred.

"Why should I believe you?" Alice whispered, trying not to get her hopes up. "I don't even know you."

She wanted to believe that the voice that was talking to her could actually do something for the pain in her heart. The whirling emptiness that seemed-

"To rise and fall with every breath you take." The voice said, completing her thought for her.

Suddenly Alice was sent back to a memory of her curled up in a ball in a corner. She was crying over someone she lost, but it was a memory from years ago. This voice of hers knew about the one that had come before Dobermon.

"I know your urge to create some pain for yourself that you can control." the voice whispered from what seemed to be over her shoulder.

The next memory was of her in the bathroom with a razor. She was making an incision to her wrist. The pain was instant. It came then disappeared. She did it again and again and again. Her blood dripped slowly from each cut, and it was warm; warmer than she had been in forever.

"I know the fear you have that you won't be able to last another moment." The voice chuckled.

No memory came from this, but why would she need to have a flashback when that was how she felt all the time.

"I know you Alice McCoy" the voice concluded.

"So what do you want?" Alice rasped.

"To help you my dear," voice said with what sounded like a shrug. "You see I can bring him back for you."

Alice froze.

"Don't you dare lie to me like that," Alice shouted. "I was fine with this until you brought up the one thing that could never happen! It can never happen."

Alice felt tears running down her face and knew that she had to be crazy. Losing it like this over a disembodied voice that may or may not have been real.

"I can make it happen if you are willing Alice," the voice chuckled. "I am always there for those who have darkness in their hearts."

Alice relented. She felt like it was her only choice. She could either stay in the reality that just had so much pain for her. It wouldn't be that hard to stay, all she would have to do would be to go through her life on autopilot until eventually she forgot.

Or she could just fall into the madness that seemed to be encroaching. This would be harder, to forsake all she knew and to leave the ones that she should have cared about to pick up the pieces.

"What do I have to do?"

The voice just chuckled, "You already did it.

Alice surveyed the area she was in. it was still night and she was at a crossroads in what seemed to be endless grasslands.

"Ahead lies something you need–"

She flinched at another voice appearing out of nowhere. It wasn't the same one that had spoken to her in the backyard. Different place, different crazy voice, she reasoned.

"–but to claim it you must lose something dear." said a man in a black robe that materialized in front of her. Before Alice could ask what he had meant he turned and floated away in the direction of the left road.

***

Naminé was frightened. She hadn't touched her notebook in almost a year, but somehow it was wide opened. Upon further inspection she realized that several pages were missing. The only one that was still there was one she didn't recognize.

It was of castle oblivion, but standing in front of it was a girl and two other figures.

"Oh no," she whispered. "Not again!"

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