My Story
By: Tom Servo 2.0
My name is Ben. I don't know if any one will ever read this message, but I have to tell someone about my adventures. *Sigh* I don't know where to begin. Have you ever had a dream that seemed absolutely impossible? That you thought it could never happen in a million years, let alone, to you? I had that kinda' dream. One thing you should never doubt, is that when you least expect it, dreams can come true. But my wish was a double-sided blade, as it turns out. Just remember that sometimes, as with me, your deepest wish can sometimes be your worst nightmare.
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My story begins late one night. I was sitting up late one Friday night web surfing. Now, I admit I was an unusual kid. Not in any serious way, but I never quite fit in anywhere. Having lived in the same town for thirteen years of my seven-teen years on this planet, you'd think I would have fit in pretty well by now. But fact was I had very few acquaintances in the town, but out in the country, about an hours drive away, lived two of my best friends.
Chris was a nice guy. In a way he fit Washington Irving's description of Ichabod Crain, in that 'one might mistake him for a scarecrow eloped from a corn field' but that was where the similarity ended. Its true he was very skinny while I was almost twenty pounds overweight and at my standing of six-foot-three he was shorter by a few inches. He had blond hair and kept it very short while I let my deep, black hair hang to the ears. His face was so spotted with freckles that he looked nicely tanned. Even though I had my moms rosy cheeks, I was usually pale. While Chris was the heavily athletic type, I was more of a mental type, keeping mostly to myself and staying up late playing video games and surfing the Information Super Highway. The funny thing is that though Chris was born only ten days after me, we aren't alike. In fact, we're almost complete opposites. I guess that's why we liked each other so much (to any sick o's reading this, we were only friends, now go wash your hands).
Sage was another good friend. I haven't known quite him as long as Chris but almost and he is a good guy nonetheless. Chris and Sage looked very similar (at least from my P.O.V.) except Sage was half a head shorter than Chris and minus the freckles. Sage is very good at computers, while I knew some things I couldn't compete with him.
Then there was my friend Leaf. If Sage looked like Chris, than Leaf looked like me. The difference was he was a few inches taller than me, didn't wear glasses and was less overweight than me. Leaf usually lived up North, but his family had a place down in the countryside near where Chris and Sage lived.
Last, but defiantly not least, was my good friend Carry. She was a good head shorter than me, with light brown hair. I tell ya, what she lacked in size, she more than made up for in spunk. Always quick to laugh, and think on the positive side made he a swell friend in my book.
Anyway, like I said, it was late and I was up on the computer in the guest room, the Mac Cube. Not quite as good as my dad's new Mac X, but still pretty good. I was lucky to be using it too. Mom had recently gotten into the "Diablo II Expansion" game and had started playing it almost constantly (don't ask). Thankfully she had just recently gone to bed.
As I was searching for any cool Fan Fiction related to Digimon (yes I'm a big Digimon fan), I stumbled across this interesting web site. At the top it said, "So you like Digimon. Would you like the chance to be one?" There was a yes and a no link at the bottom of the screen. What the heck, it's probably a taking a poll, I thought. So, like any real big fain of the show, I hit yes.
The screen flashed a bright white. I screamed and stumbled out of the chair and back a few feet. Then I felt something, or rather two something's, slam into me, one into my left wrist and the other into the palm of my right hand. As the screen darkened, I took a look at what had hit me. That's when I nearly died of shock. In my hand was a D-Power Digivise (AKA D-Ark), just like the season three ones! The only difference was how it was painted oddly. The back was a deep black while the front was a flaming red with a ring of blue around the screen and blue buttons. Having seen that I thought I could guess what the other thing that slammed into me was. It turned out I was only half right. It was a cardholder, but it was strapped around my wrist. It was much more fancy than a simple holder, it was mechanized so it would spit out a card when I needed one.
On an instinct I looked back at the computer. The screen was still glowing a soft white but black words were scrolling across it. "Oh, nearly forgot." Something else zipped out of the computer screen, this time hitting me square in the forehead causing me to see stars for a moment. "You can't be a leader without the proper head gear." I looked in the window and saw that I was wearing goggles on my forehead that looked like Tai's except they were tinted red and looked as though they would fit over my glasses.
"What are you doing, Ben?" came a voice from the doorway. I spun around and came face to face with my eleven-year-old brother, Nick. His light brown hair was sticking up in all directions, he had probably been woken up by my yell of surprise. He was overweight, like me, but was shorter by at least 3/4 of a head. He regarded me with a strange expression. "And what's with the weird clothes?" he continued, giving me a bemused expression. "Huh?" I asked looking my self over.
I was dressed in a white shirt with a red leather jacket with orange and yellow flames around the cuffs and trim, thick tan colored pants, and, strangely enough, I had a red bullwhip on my right side. I looked back at the screen in shock. "Your adventure begins now." The entire room lit up with a bright white light, and the next thing I knew Nick and I were being pulled through the monitor and traveling at high speed through a lighted tunnel. That's when I just knew I was off on a great adventure.
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The ride couldn't have taken more than three minutes, but I was so excited that it seamed to take half an hour. At last I saw the end of the tunnel, and remembered a joke about a similar situation, (Speaker 1:"Head towards the light." Speaker 2:"What, we got a choice?") I only had a moment to giggle at the memory of the joke before we reached the end of the tunnel and were catapulted into the open air.
I saw flashes of brown, blue, and most prominently green. I heard yelling in my ears but I wasn't sure if it was my own or Nicks, for all I knew I was screaming along with him. During the flashes of color, I managed to get a glimpse of where I was heading. It appeared to be small square cement structure of some sort. A single thought flashed through my mind. This is gonna' hurt bad.
That thought had barely entered my mind when I crashed into something at the entrance of the structure. There was a flash of tangled limbs as we went rolling into the structure. Surprisingly, I wasn't hurt too bad just some small cranial and spinal damage.
When I opened my eyes a moment later, I came face-to-face with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Naturally, I panicked and struggled to get up and get to the door. As I was about to make a break for it, I chanced a glance back at the eyes. That's when surprise stole my voice from my mouth. I was looking into a red dinosaur like face and matching body with black markings around the muzzle, arms, chest, and tail. With long ears that looked like bat wings. I was looking into the face of Guilmon!
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I couldn't believe it! My favorite season three Digimon was staring me in the face and I hadn't realized it. The next thing I new I was hauled to my feet by a pair of strong arms.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" questioned a stern feminine voice.
I was being held by my shirt's collar, which is very uncomfortable I might add, and staring into a familiar pale feminine face framed by flaming red hair pulled back into a short ponytail.
"I can't believe it! Rika Nonaka?" I finally managed to gasp out.
"Yes, that's me so who are you?" she questioned more firmly.
"My name's Ben." I half choked.
"O.K. so how did you get here?" she questioned.
"Ya, see that's kind of a funny story. You see…"
But I was interrupted by a scream and something plowing straight into us knocking us to the floor.
"Ow, what hit me?" asked Rika.
"Never mind that. What hit me?" I asked.
"I think the answer to both your questions is me." said a familiar voice.
I managed to pull my self out from under the bodies pressing down on me and found that the voice belong to my friend Chris. He was dressed in a off-white T-shirt with a green colored jacket, acid washed blue jeans, and had a red bandana on his head. In his hand was a Digivise that had a dirty white back, a green front, with light green buttons and ring around the screen.
"Ben, what's going on?" he asked.
"Ya, got me."
"What happened to you two?" he asked noticing our ruffled appearance.
I was about to answer when another scream cut me off as another figure crashed all three of us.
"That." I said.
The second figure turned out to be Sage. He must have had his hair stylized recently because he had it dyed a light purple and had it pulled into a short rat-tail behind his head. He was wearing a white shirt with a orange vest and gray sweat pants and carrying a dark gray Digivise with orange accents.
"Nice of you to join our little party. Now could you please get off of us?" I cringed.
No sooner than we had climbed to our feet than there was another yell and yet another form slammed into all of us.
"I feel like I was hit by a bus." groaned Rika.
"Ya, well I'm getting tired of this." muttered Chris.
"Oh, spare me the jokes." I coughed.
"Ya, this is cruel and unusual pun-ishment." Said a new voice.
My friend Leaf had arrived. He had his hair cut short on both sides of his head and let the center grow long like a mow-hawk. His apparel included a light brown jacket, covering a tan shirt, and jeans with the bottom of the legs ripped off and sporting a tan Digivise with golden accents.
"You guys are ridicules." came a high-pitched voice.
I turned and saw Terriormon being held by…
"Henry Wong?" I questioned.
"Ya." He mumbled.
He and Takato were standing off to the side rubbing their aching limbs.
I guess I hit them pretty hard when Nick and I arrived. I thought.
Suddenly I had a realization, "Where's Nick?" I asked.
"Over here." came a choked reply.
As he crawled out of Guilmons hole I noticed he was wearing a white shirt with a sky blue jacket, and blue jeans. While his Digivise was white with blue accents.
"Ok, I'm in a world I didn't know actually existed," he said, " there are Digimon here, my brother and all his friends are here, and we're all dressed in weird clothes."
He paused
"I'd say this is one half normal, one half unusual…"
Then Calumon rolled into the hideout.
Calumon then grinned and said, "Hi! Who are you? Do you wanna' play with me?"
"…and a pinch of just plain weird."
"You're no fun." said Calumon and ran back out the doorway.
"O.K. What the heck is going on here?"
I asked the question rhetorically but still got an answer.
"I can answer that." Said a figure at the doorway.
He was dressed in a white robe with gold trimmings. When he pulled his hood back I saw that he looked no more than twenty. But I knew that he used to look very old and decrepit and that he used to be mostly bald and what little hair he had was white. Not the brown that I now saw before me.
I knew who he was because Takato and I said at the same time, "Gennai!?"