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Digimon Reapers
Location/Date: Unknown
"That first day…"
A boy's voice murmured.
"That first day… was a cold day. Far colder than it had been in weeks."
"Your muffled prayers won't save your filthy life..."
A low pitched voice whispered.
A shot of pain pulsed through the boy's chest.
"Taylor!"
A high pitched voice screamed.
"That morning…"
"That cold autumn morning…"
His knees buckled and his vision blackened.
"…was the start of a journey that would span my entire life."
Introduction: A Cold Autumn Morning
Location: Gananoque, Ontario, Canada
Taylor let out a long and raspy cough. "This is ridiculous. Of all the endless days I've sealed myself up in my room in front of my computer, the one day I walk into town is crummy and freezing." He paused for a moment as he crossed the road. "But the day a Digimon title pops up on Steam is the day Half Life 3 does the same." Upon crossing the road, the local Game Halt crept into view. The crimson/white logo was clearly visible against the coated yellow walls of the boxy little store. Approaching the door, Taylor could see that the store was rather bleak and empty. From where he was standing, it appeared that no one but a lone cashier was anywhere to be seen. Upon entering, he was met by a scruffy, middle-aged man staring him down over the counter.
"Please don't make this difficult." Taylor thought to himself. "Excuse me." he said out loud. "Is there any chance you're still carrying Digimon World X?" Taylor stepped closer to the counter. "I'd like a copy for PC please." The casher leaned over. "I'm so sorry, we received that shipment over two weeks ago; it's no longer up for retail." he said in a very uninterested voice. "Figures." Taylor thought to himself. "Thanks anyway." He murmured, as he turned around to leave. "Hold on a moment, perhaps I can make it up to you". A grin grew across the man's face. "Take this for your troubles." He placed a small carton flat on the table. Taylor turned around and flipped the box over in his hands: "Digimon Reapers". The box was worn and plain blue; it had a piece of tape stuck to it displaying the title and that day's date, it looked like the date had been erased and rewritten over and over again. "Is this a bootleg copy, or has it just been rented out one to many times?" Taylor wondered. The man sighed, "Listen kid, take it or leave it." He smiled awkwardly and stuffed the box in his knapsack. "Well…, thanks…I guess." Taylor replied as he left the store. The man at the counter chuckled softly, "He's perfect."
Location: The Anderson Household
Taylor tossed his knapsack down on his bed. "What a waste of time." He opened his bag and set the copy of Digimon Reapers on his desk. "Well, let's see what we've got here." Taylor cracked open the box, it contained what appeared to be the game disc and what looked like a blank rental card. "It defiantly was a rental, but it doesn't look like anyone actually rented it." He turned on his desktop and placed the game in the disk drive. "But if that's true, I wonder why the case is so worn out." The computer gave a sharp *click*, indicating the disk had begun to spin. Taylor leaned back and adjusted his seat.
Suddenly, his desktop erupted in sparks. "What is-?!" Taylor jumped and fell backwards in his seat. "A power surge?!" He clambered to his feet and backed up to the opposite side of the room. It was then that he noticed through the window a large fiery green cloud had amassed in the sky above his house. "When did-?!" A red and yellow streak of light erupted from the cloud and shot strait at the roof of his house. The sparks subsided, but were replaced by an eerie red glow emitted by the monitor.
The room became quiet. The only thing that could be heard was Taylor's staggered breathing. The red glow slowly faded and Taylor began to approach the computer. Still keeping a distance, he reached out a hand for the monitor. Upon making contact, his right thigh began to burn horribly. "Argg!" Taylor yelled. He reached into his right pocket and pulled out his now glowing white cellphone, dropping it as it singed his hand. The small egg-shaped phone began to expand and change shape. As the light subsided, the phone had taken on a rounded rectangular shape. Instead of a large touch screen, a small square display was centered in the middle of the device with a control pad jetting out of one side. The screen was framed with a thin purple boarder; while the rest of the devise was a dark gray (it looked a bit like a mix between an Xros-loader and an SNES controller). "Son of a-!" He held in a curse through gritted teeth. While nurturing his singed hand between his legs, Taylor kicked what he thought was his phone to the other side of the room. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." A high pitched voice protested. Taylor whirled around. A small creature was standing on his keyboard. It gave him a short nervous wave before Taylor's jaw dropped realizing what it was.
Standing on two legs, it was about a foot and a half tall. It had small beady black eyes and three short spikes on top of its head; along with two enormous ears that flopped down on the ground beside its legs (Its limbs were very short and stubby). It had a thin layer of dark brown fur with the odd splash of pink on its limbs, neck, and ears. "But your-!" Taylor stammered. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Human." The small creature gave a brief bow. "I'm Lopmon, your Digimon partner!"
Location: Game Halt
Few people witnessed the events that took place over the Anderson residence. Even fewer believed that what they saw had actually happened. But nobody understood how great an impact it would have in the coming future. That is, excluding a certain middle-aged shopkeeper of course. "Well kid..." The man said through a restrained grin. "It seems that your journey has just begun. I've given you all the help I can, the rest is up to you." The man slowly drew the blinds of the boxy old shop. "Far more than just your own world hangs in the balance. You've got a lot of weight on your shoulders young man."
Location: The Anderson Household
Lopmon jumped down from where he was standing on Taylor's keyboard. Bewildered, Taylor sat down on the floor; gawking at her. "Is there a problem Mr. Human?" Lopmon asked, as she hopped down on the floor beside him. Trying to collect himself, Taylor propped himself up on the side of the bed. "When and how did you get here?!" he said in a shaky voice. The small Digimon twirled around and propped herself up on her ears. "Well I was just transported here a minute ago. But as for how I got here, I'm afraid the answer isn't very strait forward." Taylor and Lopmon's eyes met. "I would have thought you might have a better explanation for that than I." The little Digimon said. "Me?! Why would I have any Idea?" Taylor replied. "Well you're the one who reached out for me, isn't that right?" "What do you mean I reached out for-?" His expression faded. "You mean when I reached out and touched the glowing monitor?!" Lopmon twirled around again, "I don't have it down to a science pal, but I think that's a reasonable assessment." By now, Taylor had recovered his posture. "I still have a lot of questions for you… "He stuttered. "Where did you come from? What was that huge green cloud outside about? And since when have Digimon been real?!" Lopmon stumbled under the scale of his yelling, but quickly took up an absorbed poise. "Those are perfectly reasonable questions Mr. Human. Normally, I would be more than willing to answer such reasonable questions with equally reasonable answers…" He waited expectedly. It was obvious Lopmon was simply stalling to think of an answer. "However, I am neither a historian nor a philosophermon. So I can't give you a reasonable answer." Taylor frowned. "All I can tell you is that the real world; the world humans reside, and the Digital world; where Digimon reside, have long since been very closely connected. As a result, they both have a very large influence on each other." An awkward silence followed. "Is the relation between our worlds anything like the anime?" Lopmon thought for a moment. "I suppose so, season three was defiantly the closest, but season's one and six had some of the right ideas." Taylor was taken aback by such a well-informed answer, "You get T.V in the digital world?" Lopmon grinned. "No, but we get the best internet connection imaginable." Taylor broke a smile. "One more thing Lopmon…" The little Digimon looked up at him. "You can call me Taylor from now on." He held out his hand. "Sure thing, Taylor" Lopmon shook his hand with her outstretched ear.
Location: Unknown
"My lady…" A low pitched voice whispered, "The first Digivise of Human Realm VI has appeared." "Did you say Realm VI?" A soft voice responded. "Yes my lady." "What is its Location?" The whir of a working computer began to resonate. "A small town in southeastern Canada, Its wielder is a boy of 17. What are my orders, lady Valkyrimon?" "It's imperative that we don't allow word of this boy to exit this room. However, as a wielder of a Digivise he must have an important role to serve in both our worlds and he will need to be reviled eventually. That being said, if he were ever to enter our world it may do more harm than good." A long pause followed. "My lady, what are my orders?" The low pitched voice asked. "Be patient Matadormon, your time will come. For now, we will wait".