Daichi: Well, Digi-Tale itself will give you knowledge of the original DigiDestined of that world, but why not give you a head start? This won't necessarily be in chronological order, but you will get something out of this.

Verity: She only owns Flicker, Bethany, and Ricardo.

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Green eyes stared into the mirror, as ten-year-old Flicker Lanesly wound her brown hair into a ponytail. Older brother out with his girlfriend for the day, parents at work, no school… she loved Saturday. No dealing with disappointed relatives or threats to her status within the family.

That was the thing about the Lanesly family. They disowned their children. A lot. About three quarters of the kids were kicked out before reaching adulthood. So far, Flicker had been lucky. And she planned on keeping it that way.

Carefully buttoning her wool jacket, she glanced outside. She figured she wouldn't need anything more, given that she was just running down the street to buy some food. Something, however, caught her eye.

On the desk, just sitting there, was a strange blue device that she was certain had not been there yesterday. Curious, she picked it up.

A ripple. A shift. Something about the space around her changed, and she was gone.

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"I will kill my roommate," The fourteen-year-old Bethany Moore grumbled out, struggling to pull chewing gum out of her long black braids. "We have a trip today, the adults specifically said so, and of course she pulls something like this.

Bethany was one of the many children who lived at Ebott Orphanage, and one of the older ones. It was a small town, just aways from a mountain said to kill any who would climb it, but there was a surprising number of kids without parents for its size. It always had been that way. In fact, several of the people who went missing up that mountain had been children from that orphanage.

Bethany really did not know why they kept having group picnics to that mountain, especially in early winter, but she wasn't complaining. The fresh air would do her some good.

Before she could even get dressed, however, she noticed a blue object on the floor. Unable to control her curiosity, she picked it up.

She never did get to go on that picnic.

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Across the country, another child with black hair, this one the same age as Flicker, was playing out in the snow. Orange jacket, red scarf, a blue hat and gloves, Ricardo Delaney was well prepared for this weather. And he liked it that way.

The Delaney family was the richest in the area, and his parents would never let him forget what that meant. Classy dinner parties, acting dignified whenever he was in public… it was only on afternoons spent in private like this that he was able to act like every other kid.

Even so, he would have to return inside soon. His parents were looking into various boarding schools, to get more time to themselves, and he would likely be asked his opinion on one or more of them, which would more than likely be discarded. He wasn't very happy about that. Unfortunately, his freedom couldn't last forever.

It could, however be extended. Noticing a strange item on the ground, he picked it up. The next thing he felt was a strange sensation.

It was almost like falling, but it felt more like flight.

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The final two chosen for this destiny weren't like the other three at all. They weren't even human. Sans the skeleton, ten years old, and his younger brother, Papyrus, age five.

The two of them were as close as could be, having only each other. They had no recollection of where they came from, but knew that the place they lived in, Snowdin Village, was their home. Nobody else knew where they had come from either, the brothers just popping up one day, yet seeming as if they had always been there. Nobody put much thought into it.

Not even the boys themselves. Papyrus, an enthusiastic little thing, always yelling at the top of his lungs if he could, was simply too young to care about such things. All he needed in life was his big brother, and everything would be fine.

Sans, on the other hand, did wonder, at times. Still, he was the laid-back sort. Even with things like this, he figured that it would all work out, and there was no need to get stressed over it. He'd just have to take care of Papyrus, and everything would be okay in the end. He'd manage it, too. Even at his young age, he was rather brilliant.

The skeletons lived in a shed next to an empty house, that had supposedly been empty for as long as anybody could remember. There was living space, but mostly odd gadgets and such that neither of them really understood. They just sat there, gathering dust. Not even Sans could figure them out, although he'd decided that he would, one day.

Today, however, there were two things there that should not have been.

"Papyrus, did you bring these in here?" Sans tried to sound disapproving. He really did. But when it came to Papyrus… he just couldn't.

"NO, I… I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM." Without another word being exchanged between the two, they both reached out and grabbed a device.

The underground vanished around them, and they found themselves being transported to somewhere else altogether.

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Several years before the final battle between the forces of good and Apocalymon, before the first defeat of Myotismon, before Terriermon, even before Frisk fell into the underground, five children of various backgrounds fell from one world into another. Friends would be made, lives would be lost, and adventures would be had.

This is the story of five children, most of whom had never met before, and would not meet again until they were all grown up. Five children who would not entirely remember what had happened, but would still take something away from the experience.

This… is the story of the First Ones.

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Daichi: Some things to note here. First, this story is the final point in the timeline where Sans is not horribly depressed, and can actually be bothered with things like capitalization. Second, we will be seeing all three human characters in the main story, so don't worry about that.

Verity: If only we were able to find a justification for Papyrus. That's what you're thinking, right?

Daichi: The laptop doesn't have Caps Lock! It's painful!