I Swear I Drempt This
a (sorta) digimon self-insertion by Role Player Roy.
Some of the charactors arn't mine. But the dream is.
--- fic starts here ---
Arg. That fall hurt. Wait, what fall?
Where am I?
Roy woke up in his bed. Something was different, someone else was there.
"Ba-Gaw?" asked Roy.
"Hello, Roy." The voice was suductive, and all to familure.
"Who is that?"
"Your Beloved."
"Mihoshi?" (don't ask me, 's not my dream. oh, wait..)
Mimi stepped out of the shadows. Or appeared, or something.
"Mimi? What are you doing in my room?" She didn't answer. "Your not going to screw me, are you? I think self-insert lemons are kinda pathetic."
"Pokeball, GO!" shouted Mimi.
Bonk, the pokeball bounced of Roy's head. "Hey, what the..." and sucked him up.
--+--
Crap, now where am I?
Oh.
"AhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHTHUD!"
"Hey, guys, what was that?" TK asked the group.
"What was what, TK?" Sora asked.
"I thouht I heared screaming, then a crash!"
"Your just imagining things."
"I am? Then what's that?" TK pointed to the brused, bashed, battered person crawling out of the bushes.
"Charg-en?" Roy was looking around. Hmm... thick, colorful jungle... Fox Kids logo sorta following him around... he knew where he was. "Damn."
"Hey! Kid with the pajamas and Matrix glasses!" Roy turned to see Tai coming toward him, followed by the other Digidestined. "You alright? Where'd you come from?"
*well, as long as i'm here, i might as well have fun,* thought Roy. He was never any good at SIs himself. This was something he was proud of. "Um, hi?"
At this, Mimi swooned instantly. "Loverboy!" she cried.
"Crap!" Roy was off, determined not to let this turn into a lemon. A chase insued.
"OHHHHH! IWANTHIMIWANTHIMIWANTHIM!!!"
"NO, MIMI! GET AWAY! I'M NOT THAT KIND OF AUTHOR!"
Izzy and Joe where watching this. "We gotta start writing fanfiction."
Roy was getting tierd. "Oh, why can't I ever write anything with a meaning full plot?! Ooff!" Mimi tackled him. "SI AUTHOR INSERT KEY!" Mimi started to glow, then disapeared. When she reapeared, she was hugging Izzy, not Roy. "Well," thought Roy, "There's my SI power. Hmph, this keeps getting worse and worse."
> CROWMON: Your telling us.
"Crowmon, what are you doing hear?! This isn't a MiSTing!"
> TOM SERVOMON: Oh, it isn't?
Roy looked around. He wasn't on File Island anymore. He it took him a minuet to realize where it was he was. Er, yeah. "What am I doing on the Silicon-chip of Love?!"
> CROWMON: Don't ask us, it's your dream.
"Guess your right. Hey, if we're here, where's Mike and Gypsymon?"
> TOM: Pearl took 'em.
"FINALY! A PLOT!" The yellow light on the console flashed. Roy touched it.
[Castle Forester]
PEARL: Hello, Roy!
[SoL]
"Give me back my characters, fat-lips!"
CROWMON: Ooodang! Nice one, Roy. Make her mad. That's real smart.
[CF]
PEARL: HA! They arn't even your characters! You just changed the robots into Digimon and changed some stuff down here! Speaking of which, that's why I started this whole thing.
[SoL]
"What do you mean?"
[CF]
PEARL: Now, you want your main characters back, and I want them back on the chip. Here is my term.
[SoL]
"Term? One term?"
[CF]
PEARL: (ignoring the question) I WANT MONKEY-BOY BACK! ETEMON IS DRIVING BRAIN GUY AND ME NUTS!
[SoL]
"That's it?"
[CF]
PEARL: That's it.
[SoL]
"Done."
[CF]
PEARL: Thanks. Sucker!
[SoL]
The red light on the console starts flashing.
CROWMON: Crap
TOM: Woe is me.
"She can't do that, can she? I mean, not to me! ...can she?"
WE'VE GOT FANFIC SIGN!
--- The End... ...or is it? ---
--- Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is ---
A Note to readers: I can actualy write, I'm just trying to attract MiSTies. @_@