A long time ago I used to be a frequent writer on this site and I loved that. It's been a few years but this is an attempt at brushing off the dust on my writing skills for some fun. This story takes place from OC perspectives and will feature some of the original Digidestined from 02/TRI. This is a reboot of sorts of my old "Networks of Destiny" series which takes place after 02 and the films, as does this story. You're more than welcome to read the old series if you wish but it is not necessary for this understanding this story. This is for fun and I have no intention of making this a short story by any means, I will attempt to update every 1-2 weeks. If any of the others I used to write with are still active or around, drop me a message. To those with wish to send in OC's, I love using them so by all means drop a review with a character profile. They will appear eventually and throughout the story. To readers old and new, I hope you enjoy.


Everything hurt. Warm burning pain brought him back to his senses, the only relief coming from the cold hard concrete slab he was laying down on. Instinctively he smothered his pale face with his glove covered hands, attempting to work off the grogginess. Everything felt heavy and unused, as if waking from a painfully deep sleep. He squeezed his eyes together as he sat up, the dim light too much for his sensitive pale eyes. Everything ached and burned as slowly his senses came back to him, revealing the distorted world to him. Orange blurs slowly revealed themselves to be nothing more than simple wax candles, forming a perimeter to the grey brick room. The only light source was multicoloured light that illuminated the room; astonishing moonlight that was being filtered through stained glass. His weary eyes studied the coloured figures immortalised in the glass, he felt a small pang of guilt as if he had forgotten something very important that was being depicted on the glass. The multicoloured light guided his eyes across the room and himself, as he examined himself he could easily make out where he had received medical attention. He still hurt, but not from where bandages had been applied with an expert hand. Rain relentless assaulted the window with almost every other thud sending a shockwave through his head.

"Holy shit." He groaned with an uneasy voice. It was almost as if he hadn't spoken for a very long time. The walls were lined with leather bound books that could easily have been centuries old. A small wooden desk nearby that was covered in notes and god knows what was propped up with an entire stack of these ancient books, their knowledge sacrificed for the more productive use of the desk. Slowly he pushed himself from where had been unconscious, only for his knees to give out as his feet hit the stone floor. He groaned as he painfully pushed himself up.

"Easy now, you've been out for a while." The voice caught him off guard as his head quickly turned to the source of the noise. Sat in the darkest corner of the room was a young man who sat forward with his hands together, and a pleasant smile on his face. He didn't trust the smile of the stranger. The stranger stood up and walked towards the man with effortless grace and poise, the multicoloured light flashed across his pale cream robes. He instinctively looked over the stranger; his skin was perfect, as was his short brown hair. No signs of any past injuries or fights. The stranger helped him to his feet and ushered for him to sit down in a small wooden chair next to a cold wall.

"Easy. You're going to feel unsteady for a little while. Your memories should be returning now, or at least some of them. Hopefully you won't remember about the money I owe you." The stranger jeered ever so slightly, it was a poor attempt of comfort that only made him more on edge. He didn't understand.

"Who the fuck are you?" There was more venom to his question than he intended. No matter, he didn't regret it. Something internal told him he had dealt with this person before, there was a reason he didn't trust him. The stranger's eyes narrowed for a brief second.

"You don't remember me? I'm almost insulted. Then again, you really shouldn't have any clue right now anyway, like you've jumped into a game at the half way point. That's beside the point, I'm Gennai. You'll remember soon." Gennai bowed ever so slightly with a perfect elegance to his movement.

"You're not human are you?" He knew it wasn't so much a question but more of a reminder for himself. Pain raged through his head as images and names began to flash and boil, rising to the surface piece by piece.

"Good instincts. At least you know on some level you're in the Digital world." Gennai clapped his hands together, pleased with the progress. Thunder cracked and illuminated the room for a brilliant terrifying second. His eyes scanned everything, the instruments, the table, scalpels, dozens of computers, and wires and cables that flowed all over. He realised it was less of a study and more of a warped operation theatre.

"Ah that'll be some of your memories returning at least, excellent!" Gennai smiled, he had to wonder if a small part of him wondered if Gennai was enjoying the suffering. Flashes of creatures and forgotten friends filled his mind, names and locations began to emerge, teams of people he had worked with, and others he had hurt.

"Do you remember it?" Gennai asked quietly as he studied him. He crouched down to stare the young man in the eyes.

"Remember what?" He bit back, struggling with the taxing mental images. His hand searched his neck instinctively for something that should have been there, the image of the gold necklace flashed in his mind. He shut his eyes briefly, remembering that it had been destroyed long ago. His crest had not existed for some time. His head felt like it was spinning.

"Do you remember the Dark Ocean? What about the Virus Kings?" Gennai asked in a small voice, not wishing to push him. He looked up, those terms felt familiar. They sounded familiar enough to send a shiver up his spine, and for his chest to throb in a phantom pain. Someone, or something, had done something terrible to him. There had been a battle, a very bad battle. He raised his hands across his left set of ribs, they were all there, but he felt as if they shouldn't be. A dull ringing began to explode in his head and he clenched his jaw, another flurry of images, of his former comrades, his blood, a dark grey beach and pitched black water, and worst of all was the familiar feeling of everything going cold and losing consciousness. He looked at Gennai with anger.

"How long have I been out? Why was I out in the first place?" Gennai regarded him for a moment, his eyes were beginning to appear sharper, his words more distinct and no longer slurred, his fists tightened and relaxed as he regained muscle control. He was recovering quickly.

"Eight months. Eight months too long. You took some very serious…injuries, in your last fight. I'll explain later. You need to rest." Gennai turned on his feet to leave; the younger man needed to rest, or at the very least Gennai decided he needed to rest. He reached out and grabbed Gennai's arm with strength he had not used in a long time.

"Rest? Why don't you tell me what you want instead of being cryptic as usual?" He held Gennai in place; almost everything had come back to him but none of it made sense, there were still gaps but he had questions for Gennai. Gennai would not help him of all people without a good reason. Gennai wrestled his arm free.

"Do you remember your name? Don't be smart, just answer the question." Gennai tensed for a moment, this was the question that he needed to be answered correctly.

"Will. Murphy." Will answered quietly with the slightest hint of doubt. It was the name he felt attachment to, but if it was his or not was another question. Gennai said nothing for a moment. Gennai reached into the giant dark oak cabinet next to Will and threw a heavy leather object at him. Will barely caught as it took him off guard. He studied it briefly as if it was an old friend. It was a heavy faded white leather coat with a thick hood, which had clearly seen better days. It had been his, once upon a time.

"Put it on. It's easier to show you." Gennai pulled up the hood of his robes before almost gliding to the complete other end of the dark stone room. He turned and faced Will who was slowly putting on the leather coat. The weight of it felt familiar and brought back a flood of nostalgia, especially as his eyes glanced across a small tear in the left sleeve, an injury the coat had sustained in its final service to Will. Those days were gone now however. Gennai pushed open a heavy wooden door leading outside and gestured for Will to follow. Will took a few steps and pulled the hood up; exhaustion suddenly hit him like a brick and caused the room to spin. He braced himself for a moment as the room stabilised, and he continued to follow Gennai.

"What the fuck is even going on?" Will muttered darkly under his breath. A hazy memory with missing parts, but worst of all, he had woken up in a strange place in the Digital world on a stone operating table. Will glanced back at the table he had woken up on and felt a sickness in the pit of his stomach. Nothing felt right.

Gennai led Will through room after room, each one leading down a twisted path to where they were going. They passed through libraries and workshops, dark stone buildings adorned with brilliant black decorations and art works beyond human understanding. Digital code was scrawled everywhere, either in bronze inscriptions similar to the kind you'd find on a Greek statue or just graffiti across a wall in sharpie. The room that caught Will's attention most was the most out of place in this bizarre stone complex. It was a giant room filled with computers and work stations, each manned by someone identical to Gennai. Each one was working furiously, typing without pause, hammering together some device, or using foreign tools to examine something. As Will passed one of these clone programs he caught a glance of what was being worked, a strange black liquid like substance with the occasional fragmented code appearing upon its slimy and shiny surface.

"It's a virus." Gennai's voice abruptly, waking Will from his almost trance like stare at the liquid.

"What?" He asked out of reflex.

"It's why you're needed. Every good outbreak needs a doctor." Gennai did not wait but kept walking. Will frowned and resumed walking in an attempt to catch up.

"What do you mean outbreak?" Will asked, his patience running thin. He had very little patience for Gennai, especially when he had been "brought back", with hazy memories, and knew nothing about what was happening. He could not help but relate it to a few times he had drank four too many and struggled the morning after.

"It appeared in small amounts at first, very strange small amounts. At first it did little more than corrupt the data of Digimon, easily fixed. Now, it's changing. The more Digimon it comes into contact, the quicker it is developing. A virus that evolves is a very worrying thing." Gennai sighed and reached a giant wooden door that began to push with ease. Cold air leaked into the workshop almost instantly. Will reached the door and felt the night time air wash over him, there was barely even a drop of rain now. Will walked quietly behind Gennai across a white stone carved bridge which held strong over a giant chasm that seemed to have no end. Will peered over the side, unable to make out much detail below the bridge and turned his head, finally allowing himself a sight of where he had woken up. Huge monolithic spires, incredibly large stain glass windows, bridge after bridge, it was a chaotically laid out building that was nothing more than a warped and nightmarish version of a gothic castle but Will recognised it in an instant. It was the foundry, where every Digivice and crest had ever been constructed, in that moment Will knew, if he had been brought here then it was serious. He and Gennai exchanged a look and in that moment, Gennai saw Will understood the topic at and was no laughing matter. Gennai simply gestured out across from the bridge and Will followed where he was pointing.

"Is that the virus?" Will questioned as he strained his eyes. In the distance was a mountain range but clear as day against the fantastic red hue of the colossal mountain, was a pitch black tar like substance. It pulsated and twitched violently before expanding ever so slightly, with white Digital code illuminating across every inch of its surface.

"In that form, parasite is a better word for it. It has adapted to absorb data from both Digimon and the Digital world. We are trying to keep it at bay but there are areas of infection all over this region." Gennai's voice was quiet and stern, his mind clearing attempting to create a plan.

"Where did it come from?" Will asked as his eyes studied the slowly growing mass.

"That is why I need you." Gennai stated bluntly as Will turned to face him.

"I need you to investigate it, find what's creating it, and stop it." Gennai paused ever so slightly, which allowed Will to interject quickly.

"Why me?" Will asked with a slight bitterness. Gennai paused and considered the answer briefly.

"No point hiding it. When you were injured in the Dark Ocean, you fell into a Digital gate, similar to Magna Angemon's gate of Heaven. Humans aren't supposed to fall into those gates. When we eventually found you, the virus was already attached to you. Mind you it was not the first time we had seen the virus by this point, and by no means was it easy to find you. But your skills are..."

"Are you saying I died?" Will's eyes narrowed in mild panic.

"What? Heaven's no! I can't bring people back from the dead, this isn't some anime with immortal characters and plot armour. The only humans to ever reconstruct in the Digital world were Tai and his friends. We still don't know how they managed that. You were just lost for a while, missing in action, as I believe your militaries call it." Gennai smiled briefly, a smile that made Will feel sick.

"Back to the point at hand however. I don't only need your friends. They've spread to the far corners of the Digital world, some even returned home I believe but their skills are needed now more than ever." Gennai smiled and placed his arms behind his back.

"I need you to reform your team." Will felt his headache getting worse with each passing second as he began to question if he was glad or not he had been found.


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