Chapter 1: No way out.

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"Let me go!" A young man yelled, his grey eyes wide with fear. Two WereGarurumons were holding on to his arms, carrying him to a large building, looking similar to a kind of church. They entered through its large brown doors, and the man saw the interior. There were several stained glass windows, all depicting an angelic Digimon with a several white wings, its eyes closed with a calm face. Between these windows were perches that had Gargoylemons on them. 'Must be lookouts.' The man thought, his eyes narrowed.
The WereGarurumons brought him into a room,filled with chambers, within many of them you could hear murmurs and whispers, too quiet for the mango hear. One of his captors let go of him and headed forward, while the other one grabbed the now free arm. The WereGarurumon picked up what looked like a grayish-blue bracelet and made his way back to the man.
"Gimme his arm." He said, his voice light, with no sort of emotion coming through. He then grabbed the mans arm, fastening the bracelet onto his wrist. The other WereGarurumon let go of the man.
"I suggest you don't run. You'd rather not get a beaten from our Lord." They said in a very young, effeminate voice. The man, though glaring intensely at his captors, decided to not make a run for it, and was taken to a chamber at the very end of the room, and was pushed into it, the door locked quickly after.
"Enjoy your stay." He could hear the two Digimon say in complete unison, with an unnerving amount if apathy.

The young man banged on the door "Hey! Let me out!" he yelled angrily. "Why am I here?! Answer me!"
"Oh, seems they got another one of us. Oh joy." A voice within the room said, causing the young man to turn around. The voice was rough, but you could tell it was of a rather boyish girl. The room was quite dark, so much so that he could barely see. He could definitely hear movement however.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!" he yelled, his anger now turning to fear.
"No need to yell, you'll frighten the little one." Another voice said, this one light and somewhat gentle.
"Just let him yell, he'll tire himself out eventually." This voice belonged to someone else, their voice seeming to be very young. After this the man kept quiet, slinking down to the floor, his face in his hands. His anger had drained, and now he was just afraid. 'What did I do wrong? ' he questioned to himself. He then looked over at the bracelet. There was just enough light for him to see it. He touched it, feeling the grooves within what he would guess was stone. But then he felt the skin around the bracelet, and widened his eyes. It didn't feel like his skin. At all. It didn't even feel like skin, it felt hard, and very smooth. It would've helped if he could see what was happening, but it was too dark. He lied down on the floor, it was cold, but not that uncomfortable. He could tell it was probably night, it was already starting to get dark when he was caught by the Digimon, he closed his eyes, and after a bit, he drifted off into sleep.

"David, quit poking his face!"
"But its fun~!"
The man was woken up by a clawed hand poking his face. He didn't open his eyes, and gave an annoyed grunt, and tried to swat the hand away. But when his hand came into contact with his cheek when he was trying to do this, his eyes snapped open and he pushed himself up, butting heads with whoever and been poking him.
"Ow!" the two said in unison. The collision caused the man to close his eyes and hold his forehead with his hand, but the hand felt very odd, it felt nothing how his hand felt before. He opened his eyes to inspect his hand. There was plenty of light in the room now, so he could see what had happened to it, and what had happened to it caused him to be very much afraid.
His hand seemed to have swelled in size, hardening into what he would guess was a blue carapace. His fingers, however, merged into three long, white claws. His wrist had also increased in size, but the bracelet upon it still fit, seeming to have increased in size itself to fit.
"Wh-wh-what the!?" the man exclaimed. "I-i-" he was cut off when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Relax, getting stressed out will cause it to spread a lot faster." said a voice that he recognized. It was the first one he heard the night before. He turned to the direction of the voice to see what he believed was a a sort of monkey digimon. They were short and covered in green fur, with their torso covered in a jaguar skin tarp. The digimon looked at him with their pure black eyes and a calm smile. This did not calm him down, only made him make a small 'Eep' sound. The monkey digimon extended their other hand, gesturing the man to shake their hand.
"Name's Monet. I'm a Koemon, well I think i am anyway." the digimon, called Monet, said. Their voice a lot less upset than the night before, but still rough and boyish. Cautiously, the man shook Monet's hand.
"I-i'm Jared.." he said. This caused Monet to grin.
"Well its nice to meetcha." they said. Jared gave a rather sheepish grin. And then another person jumped between the two, startling Jared. The new person he could only guess was the one poking him before, they were a bit short as well, wearing a black helmet with a red eye and green eye on it where the eyes would usually be. They had peach skin, but it seemed to be starting to become a pale blue hue, going down in a data-like pattern starting form their head. Their hands had claws at the end of their fingers, and they had three bracelets on their wrists, one of which looked exactly like the one Jared had on. Other than that, all the person was wearing was a pair of black jeans with shoes, and you could see they had a kind of demon tail coming from their back, swishing behind them.
'Hiya! My name's David." the person, David, said, getting very close to Jared's face. Before being pushed back.
"Sorry about that, he's a bit excitable." Monet said.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!" said a new voice, which came from yet another person, well, actually a digimon. They were a small lizard-like digimon, with light purple scales covering their body. They hands only had four fingers and had no claws, while their head was pretty much featureless, they had a small mouth, two tiny nostrils, and literal yellow odds for eyes. From the digimon's voice, he guessed they were probably a she.
"And you still need to apologize for poking his face and waking him up!" she snapped at David.
"Well he needs to apologize for head butting me then!" David retorted.
"No he doesn't! It happened 'cause you were too close anyways!"
"But Ritaaaaaaaa.." David was resorting to whining to Rita.
"No buts!" Jared couldn't help but chuckle a bit at their bickering, they sounded like two little kids. But he stopped when he felt something on his head, he looked up to see yet another digimon on top of his head. It had a round body covered in little yellow feathers, with yellow wings and black, beady eyes. It had a long sort of ponytail of orange hair coming out of the top of its head, and it had a small beak. It made little "chic" sounds at Jared. Jared lifted his transformed hand up to the little digimon, as a gesture of hello. The digimon jumped on top of his hand, and he brought it back down.
"Well hi there." he said softly, to which the little digimon chirped happily.
Heh, well I guess Little one likes you." Monet said next to him.
"That's his name?" he asked.
"Well, we dunno, he doesn't seems to be able to talk. So we just call him that."
"Oh." Little One jumped over to Monet, landing on her shoulder, settling himslelf there and closing his eyes.
"All we really know about him is that he's a Chicchimon, and he's really young, probably just a toddler. Even before he became a digimon-." Monet explained.
"Wait, what do you mean before he became a digimon?" Jared asked, his eyes narrowed.
Monet bit her lit, before sighing. "Well, Little one was a human before, same as all of us, we were all human before. Then we got taken here and got these bracelets put on us, and then, well… we became digimon." as she was explaining this, Jared's eyes widened and he stared at his hand. Monet continued. "I got transformed completely months ago, along with Rita. We found Little one here already, and he had only started transforming but it ended surprisingly quickly. David only came recently, which it why he's not fully transformed yet. And you.."
"It's gonna happen to me… its already started." Jared muttered, his eyes still wide and staring at his clawed hand. he then looked up to Monet "Wh-what am I even gonna become!?"
"i dunno, usually the name comes to us after its finished." Monet shrugged.
"Why are you so calm about this!?" Jared snapped, grabbing Monet, causing even Rita and David to stop arguing and look at him. Monet stared back at David.
"Cause its happened, it doesn't kill you anyway." she said calmly, and Jared let go of her, and he scooted to the wall.
"B-but.. Can't we try to fix it!? I mean-"
"We would if we could, and I've tried. There's no way outta here without getting killed. I'm sorry." Monet tried to explain.
"It-its not fair.." Jared said shakily, he seemed on the verge of tears.
"I know."