(Sort of an angsty fic about making a mistake. The kind that can destroy a world. Can you guess whose POV it's in? R/R)
Trying not to Laugh
Well, I guess that's it then; it's all over. Somewhere along the way, we made a mistake. A major mistake. And now, the Digital World is in smoldering ruins, and all the Digimon are gone. All of them. All because we messed up somewhere. Or, maybe it was just me. I don't know what came over me, that day, when I became the Digimon Emperor. And the worst part is...I don't even know what went wrong. I don't know why I became what I did, and most of all, I don't know what I did to the Digital World. All I know is that's it's gone. Forever.
Forever...I never liked that word. In all this, this digital-ness, this stuff of the computer age, there's no undo button, no way to save the game and start over. It's even worse if you make a mistake here; it affects each and every one of us in the 'Real World'. Maybe this is the real world, and the one I hail from is some sort of computer generated mirror world. Maybe that's why I feel so empty now. Maybe that's why I'm so attached to this world, with all its quirks and serendipities. Maybe it's the cause of all of the evil I left behind me...
I was never one for laughing, not before the Digital World and not now. Someone would tell me a joke, and I'd laugh, just to be polite, but when I thought about it, it wasn't funny at all. Nothing's funny anymore. Nothing at all. And, of course, laughing would be the worst possible reaction at a time like this.
So, how am I supposed to react then? How am I supposed to let this mix of feelings out? How? Do I burst into tears, like Miyako? Do I gnash my teeth in anguish, like Daisuke? Do I just stare off into space, like Takeru, whose fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are turning white? Do I hug my Digimon partner in sorrow, like Hikari is doing with Gatomon right now? All I know is that I shouldn't laugh. No laughing at my pitiful state, at my horrible past, at my mistake that has ruined this world and all of it's inhabitants. It's all my fault.
Yet, here I am, looking at the ruins of the place that was my second home, trying desperately not to laugh.
How...ironic.