EPISODE 1 – THE BEGINNING
The cave grew darker and darker the deeper they journeyed. It was growing rather difficult to make sight of where they were heading. She had a feeling of terror in her gut and she absolutely had no idea as to why. Whatever was causing her to worry, she just couldn't look past it. Not at this time. She was getting so close. The walls began to grow more narrow as she continued to creep down the steps, following the shadowy figure before her. The walls grew cold. Her breath could be seen. What was this place? Where exactly was he going? Whatever it is, she has to find out. She was determined to discover the truth.
As they drew nearer to the end of the hall, light as bright as fire began to emit from another room. The shadow of the figure became clear and her breath became warmer. This is it! She thought. Show me what it is that you're planning. There was no turning back now.
She stopped at the end of the hallway and waiting behind the entrance to the fire lit room. She fixated the bandages around her eyes so to make sure that they were as tight as could be. As long as she saw with the mind's eye by blindfolding herself, she would be completely invulnerable to any deception or lie.
The tall, feathery figure came to a halt. He seemed confused as though he was lost, or more so, misguided. He looked up and down at the walls in front of him searching for a particular scripture in mind. There were so many different writings on the wall it was hard to depict each one at once. It would take months to years to translate them all. However, he on the other hand seem to be only interested in one. His wings gave a quick jerk as in to show his irritation. Finally, with a loud caw, it had seemed that he found what he was looking for. He began to speak an unknown language even to the woman in bandages. As though an incantation was being spoken. Suddenly, two red orbs conjured in midair and pulled apart from the wall a scroll covered in ash. With one big leap, the feathered man snatched the scroll and laid it across the table behind him. He began to speak allowed what it had read.
"The one that dwells in the shadows will come to meet end. And when that end is met, no man or creature should celebrate for there shall be a much greater power lurking beneath as the shadow creature grows. Once the world is shrouded in darkness, and blood of the innocent has been spilt, the fallen will be reborn. Time and space will cease. The blood moon will be shrouded in a fog of despair. Thousands of years it has crept in hell. The millennial has come to pass and it is time for darkness to reign once more."
"It is time the prophecy to be fulfilled." He spoke. He seemed to smirk in gratitude.
The woman in bandages, however, seemed less grateful and more afraid of what was to come. This cannot be! If he plans the resurrection, we will all cease to exist! Sweat was rushing down her face. She turned and with a kick of might, the wings on her feet began to flap at great speed and she darted up the stairwell back to the entrance of the ruins. "We cannot wait any longer. I cannot allow this foreseen tragedy come to life. I guess now…" She hesitated. "It is time."
- In the Human World -
"Yeah! I'm leaving now I promise!"
"Are you sure this time?"
"I mean it! I just left my apartment. I'll be there in 10!"
Trent hung up the phone and tossed it aside to the couch. He hadn't even put on his shoes. He just could never seem to manage his time. He gave a sigh of exasperation as he waved his fingers through his shiny, purple hair before grabbing his keys and leaving his home. Maybe he could actually make it on time? Just this once. Conner had been wanting to see the latest action movie for quite some time now and each time Trent had caused them to miss the first 15 minutes due to his untimely manner. He was sure this time that he could do it.
*Beep Beep*
Trent looked down at his phone as he got in the car.
Go to the Grundig Museum. 2:00pm.
There was no contact number. How could a text come through with no number?
"I don't have time for this." He threw the phone onto the passenger seat and drove off. Trent kept glancing back at the phone next to him. It wouldn't stop beeping.
"Who are you?" he asked the phone. No response. Obviously. You're trying to talk to a phone, you dumbass.
"Go to the Grundig Museum. Now." A woman's voice cried out.
Trent swerved the car in shock. Who was that? Nobody was in the backseat. His radio was turned off. Was he hearing things?
The phone beeped again. The same voice as before called out to him. "Go to the Grundig Museum."
He hesitated. What was he to do? Trent had a tendency of listening to his gut. Usually it was right. "Conner is so going to kill me." And with that, Trent made his way across town to the museum. He was curious. Not only was his phone texting him with absolutely no phone number, but also a woman's voice saying the exact same thing? He felt a big knot twist inside his stomach.
A very big knot.
- Later -
Trent arrived at the museum. His grip on his phone kept getting tighter the more he tried to process what had just happened. He was here.
"Now what?" He sighed.
Trent stepped out of the car and motioned towards the entrance way. The Grundig Museum was the smallest museum in the city. It consisted of very few historic artifacts and a stationary that teaches about the creation of the United States of America. Trent was actually quite surprised the building was still intact. Or even in business for that matter. No one ever really came here.
When he walked inside he came across a few old couples standing in the middle of the room. This was normal. They were probably the only people who still paid a visit. After all, the building was as old as they were, most likely. To their right standing by the Indian statue was a girl. She had jet black hair, but only on one side. The other side of her head she wore a forest green color for her hair. She stood probably an inch or two taller than normal due to the dark, black combat boots that she was wearing. She glanced over at Trent, nodded and then turned back to the statue.
Behind her in the corner stood a boy with long, pink hair and glasses. He wore a long green and blue sweatshirt with bright blue jeans. He was in conversation with a short Asian girl in a red short sleeved shirt and small booty shorts. She seemed to be laughing.
Trent motioned to his left only to bump into none other than Conner, himself. Conner was Trent's best friend.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Me?! You're hear too!" Trent replied defensively.
"Dude, I got a text and a call from some woman saying to meet here. I want to know who she is and how she got my number. I'm missing that movie again. At least this time it isn't your fault." He half smiled.
"Same. Except I'm not sure she called me. I just… heard her." Trent wasn't sure if that came out right. He sounded crazy to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing. Forget it. So. What now?" Trent looked around the museum. Other than the two young adult girls, there was no other woman in the room.
"Trent!" Someone called out.
His heart jumped. He turned around quickly only to be tackled into a big hug. It was Jade, Trent's best friend from childhood. She had long, curly brown hair that reached a little past her shoulders. Her face was lit with excitement.
"What are you doing here? Wait, did you get a text too?" She asked.
"Actually, yeah I did. We both did. Oh, this is Conner." He ushered to Conner for introduction.
"Hi. We've met before." He sounded less than amused.
Before they could talk more, each of their phones began to ring. But it wasn't just them. The other three young people in the room also seemed to be having the same issue. Another text came through. This time it read – Room 42. Trent looked around. Glanced over to make sure no security guard was watching and quickly worked his way towards the designated area. The other five followed.
There was nothing but a single computer in the middle of the room. There were no wires for connection and no windows in place. Trent straightened up. Something didn't feel right. Conner patrolled the room. Jade kept checking her phone. She wasn't able to leave the text message. The text Room 42 remained lit on all of their phones. The pink haired boy groaned. He seemed to grow impatient.
"Well?"
He had to ask. Suddenly, the computer began to glow immensely and engulfed the room in nothing but a bright, white light. The young adults were struck with paralysis. Faint screams were heard before the light disappeared and the room was vacant. Along with the computer. They had vanished without a trace. Absorbed by the light. No sight of them to be seen.
- In the Digital World -
The scene flashes open to the sound of nature. Panning, we see trees aligned all around. Tall trees. Small trees. It was a forest. Sunlight could barely find its way to penetrate through the mass thickness of the forest's tall plantation. There was no wind present. The thickness of the tree trunks acted as a barrier to the forest and its creatures within. In the midst of the forest we find Trent laying still. He laid upon a pile of leaves and twigs. His body was covered in soil. Not to mention the thorns stuck in his vibrant, purple hair. He twitched and began to moan.
"Oh, my head!" He groaned. His eyes still closed. His face made the most disgusting look imaginable. "I never knew a headache could hurt this much! Maybe this is what a hangover feels like. Yeah. I'm probably just hungover." He had himself pretty convinced. Trent had never had a hangover before. He partied a lot, but the alcohol he drank just never seemed to do him bad. If anything, he would just wake up still slightly drunk from the night before. "I'll just lie here."
His left hand moved up and clenched his scalp. Trent could feel the thickness of twigs and thorns tangled in his hair. I don't remember going camping… He began to shuffle around and started feeling all the leaves beneath him. A thorn happened to prick him in his leg through his jeans and caused Trent to let out a small yelp. His eyes opened to see the vast layers of branches among trees above him. Small layers of sunlight shone through, but not enough to blind him. I definitely don't remember going camping.
"What's a hangover?" questioned a rather lower and raspier of a voice.
Trent tilted his head back to see an elongated silver and blue nose hovering above him. Tusks had formed around the creature's mouth. Trent gave the slightest inner scream before jumping up from the spot in which he laid and pressed his back against the nearest tree. His face had grimaced. His eyes fixated on the talking beast.
"Wha- What are you? How are you talking?!" He shouted.
"Who? Me?" It looked confused.
The beast had a cerulean blue body that was coated in brown fur on top. His head seemed to be sheltered by a metallic helmet that looked to only cover the top portion of his face. Its round blue eyes were just barely visible as its spikey brown ears poked through. The tips of the ears were colored the same as it's body. Erected from the ends of its mouth were small, tiny tusks that just slightly curved as though pointing inward to its mouth. Its left frontal hoof had a large, golden bracelet slabbed on like a wrist watch or some sort of stylish jewelry. However, what made Trent most concerned, and a bit curious too, was the fact that instead of having back legs, this creature was floating on what seems to be a cloud of smoke.
"Are you okay? You seem tense." It inquired. The beast motioned closer to Trent. Suddenly, Trent didn't seem to be as intimidated as before. He felt calm and more content with the creature.
"What are you? Or—Who are you, exactly?" He finally mustered the question he wanted to know.
"Oh! Of course! My name is Bakumon!" He smiled widely and gave a sort of squeak in excitement.
*Analyzed by Bakumon*
Name: Bakumon
Type: Holy Beast
Bio: My name is Bakumon! I'm a beast type Digimon. I may look small, but I know how to fight so don't test me! If you ever have any bad dreams, I'll simply eat them away so you'll have more of a peaceful rest. And if anyone tries to disturb you I'll use my Nightmare Syndrome attack and strike them with the stored nightmares. You'll never have to worry about waking up on the wrong side of the bed again.
*End analysis*
"Bakumon?" Trent moved closer to the small Digimon. He was still trying to figure out how he was floating in such a manner. He reached out only to have his hand faze right through.
"Hey! Careful with my tail!" He twirled around the other side of Trent. "You should know that it's very sensitive!"
"A beast type Digimon, huh?"
"Indeed I am! And you're a human! That must make us partners!" He exclaimed proudly.
"Partners? What do you mean?" Trent was confused.
"Yup! Partners. I'm here because you're here. My job as your partner is to protect you from anything that wants to hurt you." Bakumon seemed pretty certain of everything.
"Why would someone want to hurt me?" Trent looked around nervously. There was no other body in sight.
"Well…" Bakumon hesitated. "I don't know exactly. But either way, I'll remain by your side. You can count on me!"
"How did I get here? Did you bring me here?" Trent tried to remember the last thing he did before waking up in the forest.
"No. Not me. But someone did. That's all I know. That and we were fated to be together. I've been waiting for you since I was first hatched." Again, the certainty.
"So. I was basically imprinted into your mind?" Trent was trying to understand what the Digimon was saying.
"Something like that. I knew about you from the very start. However, all I had were images in my memories, really. I didn't know you personally. Just that we were meant to meet each other. That's all." Bakumon moved closer and touched his hoof on Trent's shoulder.
"May I ask? What exactly is a Digimon?" Trent was curious. This was all new to him.
Bakumon looked puzzled. "How exactly would you describe what a human is?"
Trent was caught off guard. "Oh, um… I'm not actually sure to be honest." He really had no idea. "All humans are different. It's hard to really describe the general sense of what a human is when you really have no idea how to actually summarize or generalize a human. It might be insulting to others."
Bakumon smiled. "Same with Digimon."
Trent sighed. "I see your point then." He was disappointed.
"You never told me your name, by the way." Bakumon poked Trent.
Trent gulped. "Oh! Um… my name is Tr- Trent. Um… very nice to meet you Bakumon." Trent sat up straight and held out his hand to shake the Digimon's frontal. The two smiled as they shook forearms. Trent decided it was better to accept what was happening then try to imagine it was all a dream. Like he does when anything else in his life goes awry.
"So. Bakumon. Now that we've been introduced and our friendship has been established. By any chance do you happen to know where we are?" Trent stood up slowly while scouring the area. Nothing but trees.
"We're in Centennial Forest. I've never really journeyed far outside here."
"Never?"
Odd.
"Nope. I guess you could say this is my home. It's not the best home, however. Swarms of digimon come through and like to terrorize the areas. I've been here ever since I could remember. I didn't want to leave and take a chance of missing your arrival. So I've kind of just been moving from tree house to tree house." Bakumon looked around. He seemed a bit worried. Trent looked at Bakumon and tried to study him a bit more. His eyes were as blue as his. Bakumon had an expression of concern. He could tell this wasn't a normal look he gave.
"Bakumon?"
He turned. "Yeah, Trent?"
Trent gazed past the forest trees before him. "By any chance did you see five other people, er- humans come through?" He remembered. The last place he was before this forest was in the museum's computer room. A small, tiny room with one computer.
"I haven't. Sorry. Are they your friends?" He looked happy as though the sound of more humans being in his presence was a blessing.
"Yes. They are. Do you think we could wander around? I'd like to see if they landed here too. I'm a bit worried." Trent ushered Bakumon to follow him through the pile of nature. Bakumon, of course, nodded in acceptance and floated along beside his newly found friend. He grinned.
Finally! A friend. I made a friend. Trent. My partner, Trent. I can't wait to see what adventures await us.
- Conner's Location -
"Wake up, soldier! No more time for sleeping!"
Conner felt the poking of a tool on his cheek. He was finally awake. He opened his eyes to see a blue dinosaur in soldier gear standing over him. The lizard had been poking Conner in the face with an assault rifle. Conner yelled and pushed the lizard off of him as he jumped up and brushed off all the soil and twigs on his body.
"What are you? And why are you poking me with that thing?!" He was more curious about the soldier lizard poking him with a rifle rather than it being a talking lizard.
"I had to make sure you were awake. I've been poking you with this for the last twenty minutes. I'm glad you finally woke up. I almost swatted you with it. Wow. You are a heavy sleeper; you know that?" He snorted and laughed at the human that stood before him still looking puzzled and furious.
"You could have shot me!" Conner proclaimed.
"Nah. I'm pretty skillful with this thing. If I shot you, it'd be on purpose. I can guarantee that. I am Commandramon after all. Guns are my specialty!" He proudly threw the rifle in the air and caught it with his tail before snatching it back in his claws.
"Commandramon?" Conner was just now confused. The anger kind of just swept pass him.
"Yup!"
*Analyzed by Commandramon*
Name: Commandramon
Type: Cyborg
Bio: Like I said. My name is Commandramon. I'm a foot solider, cyborg dragon type Digimon with a skillful knowledge in weaponry and combat. Not only that, but you'd be amazed by my astounding camouflage skills. I make Chamelemon look like a wannabe circus act. If we ever find danger, I'll just sneak behind the enemy and shoot them down with my M16 Assassin. Oh, did I mention I'm a sharp shooter?
*End analysis*
Conner gazed at Commandramon.
He appeared to be a spotted, blue dragon covered in a mechanical suit of armor. He had a helmet that completely covered his head with a mask that draped over his eyes. Even his tail was protected. His golden yellow eyes gave off a sense of assurance and confidence.
A blue dragon in armor that can shoot guns? Conner thought. What could be better than that?
"Wow. Impressive." Conner couldn't stop eyeing the rifle before him. "Where'd you get your weaponry?"
"Hah! I built it. It's what I do. Like I said. I have a skillful knowledge in weaponry. Just give me the tools I need and I can build almost any gun you want. I prefer using them more than building them though. It's a lot more action pact if you ask me." Commandramon couldn't help, but gloat as he stood there twirling the gun in his tail. The look on Conner's face satisfied him alone. However, he still felt a little uneasy that he had been conversing with a talking lizard.
"What's wrong?" Commandramon noticed the quick change of expression on Conner's face.
"It's just…" Conner hesitated. Should he keep talking? "I… I don't get it. It's weird. I mean, you're a talking dragon-lizard thing. What am I supposed to think?"
Commandramon tapped him on the head with his rifle.
"Ow! Would you quit that?! Dammit!" Conner grasped his head to soothe the pain.
"Haha! Well at least you know I'm real so you're definitely not dreaming." Commandramon assured him.
Conner glared down at the Digimon. That definitely hurt. Maybe I really am awake. Maybe this is real after all. But how?
Conner looked up at the trees. "So…?"
"CONNER!" Trent's scream echoed through the forest. Conner looked down to see Trent who dashed past Commandramon and rammed into him knocking Conner off his feet. Conner caught the two of them and pushed Trent back.
"Hey! I knew I would find you here!" Trent panted and clenched his side. He hadn't run that fast since high school.
Commandramon walked up and whacked Trent in the rib with his rifle.
"Ow!" Trent yelled.
"Who are you?" Commandramon pointed the gun at Trent who quickly covered his face.
Bakumon jumped in front of Trent and blew a steam of smoke out of his nose at the blue lizard. "Leave him be!"
Trent sighed in relief. "I can't believe I was about to be shot by a talking gecko."
"Hey! I am not a gecko!" Commandramon growled.
Conner stood up. "His name is Commandramon."
Commandramon looked at Conner as though he was disappointed. "So, your name is Conner huh? How come you didn't tell me that? And who is he anyway?"
Trent laughed. "Conner has always been terrible with introductions. My name is Trent. It's nice to meet you, Commandramon." Trent reached out his hand to the blue Digimon.
"He's my best friend." Conner chimed in.
Commandramon shook Trent's hand and smiled as to show his approval. He looked up at the floating tapir. "I'm assuming you're his partner then, eh Bakumon?"
Bakumon nodded in agreement. "Sure am!"
"Partner?" Conner was confused. Again.
"Digimon partner." Trent clarified. "Apparently, he's been chosen to travel and protect me. I'm not exactly certain as to what that all means, but hopefully it won't be anything serious that we have to be protected from. I'm guessing this little guy is your partner too?"
Commandramon swung his rifle behind him and jumped onto Conner's back. "You bet'cha! And I'm not going anywhere."
Conner sighed. "Doesn't bother me. He's a talking dragon with a gun. Who can complain?"
Still, though he admired the gun wielding, combatable Digimon, he still felt uneasy about everything. How is Trent so calm about all of this? Does none of this bother him?
"So Trent. Where do you suppose we are anyway?" Conner did a 360. He was trying to scouter the whole area. "I don't suppose we're close to home, are we?"
"You're in the Digital World!" Commandramon proclaimed.
"Digital World?" Conner's face sank. At this point he was lost.
"Exactly! This is our home! It's nothing like the place you probably come from. You'll get used to it though." Commandramon patted Conner on his shoulder as a form of reassurance. Conner sighed.
Trent pointed at his Digimon friend. "Bakumon can tell you. He started explaining it all to me, but then I saw you and well… yeah."
Bakumon levitated higher in the air and stared off into the distance. The concerned look on his face made Trent worry.
"What is it?" Trent questioned.
Bakumon looked down at Trent. "Don't you hear that?"
Trent shook his head. Commandramon jumped off of Conner's back and grabbed his gun. "I do. It's getting closer." He aimed the rifle into the air and panned around.
"Trent. Conner. Hide!" Bakumon pushed Trent into the bush behind him then dragged Conner along. The three hid as Commandramon gripped his rifle tighter.
"Thunder Ray!"
Following the scream was a stream of lightning that nearly missed Commandramon. Commandramon aimed to his left and shouted "M16 Assassin!"
The little blue dragon pulled the trigger and bullets of energy were shot soaring in the air. Another ray of lightning shot back. Commandramon jumped to his left and suddenly disappeared. Conner looked around desperately for his Digimon friend. Wanting to call out his name, Bakumon covered his mouth to muffle the scream. Soon a long, green dragonfly zoomed by, buzzing vigorously. It stopped for a short moment to scan the area for the target before taking off again. Bakumon let go of Conner. He turned around looking angered.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" Conner was heated.
"I didn't want you giving us away. You would have blown our cover." Bakumon reasoned.
"Commandramon is gone!" Conner clenched his fist in rage.
Am I really this upset about him being gone?
"I'm over here."
A voice called from the distance. Conner stood up and turned to see the soldier Digimon waving at him. Conner ran towards him and picked up Commandramon and hugged him tight. "I thought you were gone!"
"Nope! Like I told you Conner. I can camouflage myself so I'm undetected. Don't you remember?"
"Guess I forgot." Conner was just relieved to see his new friend was alive. If this was a dream, he might as well go along with it. At least that was how Conner felt.
Trent looked at Bakumon with much dismay. "What was that just now?"
"Yanmamon." He immediately responded.
*Analyzed by Commandramon*
Name: Yanmamon
Type: Insect
Bio: Yanmamon is an insect Digimon. They are ferocious Digimon as you can tell by their looks and they don't show any mercy. They act as bounty hunters and will attack the moment they spot you rather than strategy. They're not exactly the brightest Digimon you'll meet, but they still pack a powerful sting.
*End analysis*
Trent groaned. "So was that what you meant by protecting me, Bakumon?"
Bakumon nodded his head. "Mhm."
Trent turned to Conner. "And? How are you handling all of this?"
"Huh?" Conner looked at Trent. "What do you mean?"
"You seem a little… off. You know what I mean?" Conner was Trent's best friend. He could tell when something was wrong.
"I'm fine." He lied. Conner still didn't understand how Trent could be so calm about it all while he was still trying to understand everything and get used to it.
"Alrighty then." Trent stood up and exited the bushes. "I think we better get going and try to find the others. If we were able to find Conner, then I am pretty certain Jade and the others are here too."
"Agreed." Conner turned to Commandramon. "Well. How about it? Wanna tag along?"
Commandramon jumped onto Conner's back. "Like you have a choice." Conner gave a hidden smirk of gratitude.
Bakumon hovered over to Trent and held on to his shoulders. "Can I ride on your back too?"
Trent laughed. "Of course!" He looked over his shoulder at Conner and his Digimon partner. "Ready?"
Conner nodded. "Ready."
And with that, they left.
- Meanwhile -
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Jade's scream echoed throughout the forest. It felt like she had been running for hours. Sweat was running down her face as she panted, trying to pace herself while also staying out of harm's way. She had been running from a Yanmamon that had managed to ambush her. The insect continuously tried to hit her with its lightning power, but it only caused the girl to run even more, trying to steer clear of the oncoming attacks.
"Somebody help me!" She called out. Jade didn't know how much longer she could go. She almost couldn't feel her legs. It had been so long since the last time she had ran this much. "Help!" She cried again, hoping this time somebody would hear her.
"Cry all you want. No one is here to save you." Responded the flying creature. "Now sit still!" Yanmamon began to draw closer towards Jade. He almost snatched her before…
"Fox Leaf Arrowhead!"
Suddenly, Yanmamon was struck with a fury of leaves knocking him off balance and sent flying towards a tree. It shook its head in confusion and regained its flight. It flew higher in the air and began to shoot another stream of lightning towards Jade.
"Thunder Ray!"
Knowing there was nowhere for her to go, Jade covered her face in fear. Next thing she knew, instead of feeling a jolt from the electricity, she was tackled to the side, however, she had not fallen. Warm, gentle arms were wrapped around her; holding her still. She could feel heavy breathing on the back of her hands. When she lowered her palms from her face she revealed to be looking back at a fox. This wasn't no ordinary fox, however. She was standing on her two hind legs. Her body was cloaked in silver and white fur. Her arms were concealed within red, shoulder length gloves. Her blue eyes glaring at the flying Digimon behind her.
She's beautiful. She thought.
"Are you okay?" asked the foxlike Digimon.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." Jade promised.
The Digimon removed her embrace from Jade and pulled her to the side. "Stay here!" As that she ran towards Yanmamon in a flash.
"Wait!" Jade yelled, but the fox had already bolted away.
She ran at such swift speed. The bug was caught off guard as the fox Digimon pushed off of the ground, rebounded off of a tree trunk and swung a knee high kick into the enemy.
"Fox Spin Kick!" She cried.
Yanmamon ricocheted into the upper bushing of a tree. The fox stealthy landed on the ground, but kept her posture in a ready stance. Yanmamon burst from the tree, angrier than before.
"This isn't over. You pathetic rodent! I'll be back and next time you'll be sorry!"
The dragonfly Digimon twirled around and buzzed away. The fox released her tension and sighed. Turning towards Jade, she motioned in her direction. Jade noticed and mimicked her movements, also motioning towards her savior.
"Who are you?" Jade asked suddenly. She wasn't so scared of the Digimon that stood before her. A talking animal was nothing to be afraid of in her eyes.
"My name is Renamon." She spoke.
*Analyzed by Renamon*
Name: Renamon
Type: Beast Man
Bio: My name is Renamon. I am a beast type Digimon. I may look gentle and fragile, but that is only an illusion to my foes. When the going gets tough I target my opponents with my Fox Leaf Arrowhead attack, then finish them with my fox spin kick that is sure to leave you unconscious. If I choose to let you, that is.
*End analysis*
Jade looked into Renamon's eyes with such amazement. "I've never met an animal that could talk before."
Renamon chuckled. "I am but a mere foxlike Digimon. I don't scurry about like a regular fox. Please do not compare me to such an imbecilic creature." She pleaded.
Jade frowned. "Foxes are not dumb. You shouldn't refer to them like that."
Renamon could see the frustration she had summoned from Jade's emotions. "I- I apologize." She bowed towards Jade to show her respect. Jade was suddenly confused rather than mad. She was not accustomed to such actions.
"Oh. It's okay. No worries!" She accepted the apology. Renamon looked up at Jade and smiled.
"May I ask your name?" She beckoned.
"My name is Jade. It's nice to meet you Renamon." Jade smiled happily.
Renamon returned the gesture. "I have been waiting for you for quite some time now, Jade."
Jade blinked haphazardly. "Wait. What?"
Renamon closed her eyes and tilted her head. "Since I was born I knew you would come to find me."
Confused, Jade chose not to question further on the subject. So much was happening right now she didn't want to overwhelm herself, or Renamon for that matter.
She reached out her hand towards the Digimon. "May I?"
Renamon opened her eyes to see the arm outstretched towards her. Renamon was uncertain as to what was happening, however, trusting, she nodded her head. Jade took a step closer to her and began to brush her fur alongside her head feeling the warm, soft texture of her body.
"You humans are strange." She stated.
Jade pulled her hand away. "Renamon. Why do you wear those gloves?"
Renamon looked at her partner in confusion. "Why do you wear those clothes?"
Jade looked down at her outfit. She was dressed in a fitted blue shirt that her purse had been strung over and white shorts to go with. She had been wearing grey vans which she was thankful for picking that day instead of her flipflops or else she probably wouldn't have made it as far as she did when being chased. "Well. I like blue." She replied.
"And I like red." Renamon responded as though not wanting to continue the topic of this conversation further.
Jade laughed. "Well then, I guess that answers the question. Now where do you-?"
Jade was cut short as a loud, buzzing noise had muffled her voice from being heard. Jade and Renamon turned to see an oncoming swarm of insects which looked to be about three Yanmamon.
Jade looked at Renamon. "You can't fight them all!"
Renamon grabbed Jade's wrist and booked. "Run!"
Jade tried to keep up with her Digimon's speed, but the fox was so fast that Jade kept almost tripping with every other step she took. Had it not been for Renamon pulling her along, Jade felt that she would have collapsed by this point and been lunch for the bugs. She looked back and saw straight into the bug's green solid eyes. All four of them. Jade wanted to scream, but all she could focus on right now was running. She could hear Renamon panting as she struggled to shake off the Yanmamon so they could make it to safety. With no prevail, Renamon stopped and shoved Jade into a nearby bush which caused her to give out a yelp of pain as her butt slammed into the forest's hard surface.
"Fox Leaf Arrowhead!"
Renamon surrounded herself in a wind of leaves and sent them showering like meteors towards the multiple Yanmamon. This knocked them off course for a short while before they began to regain their balance.
"Quick. Up here." Jade looked around for the voice that had suddenly called out to her. When she looked up she noticed the girl with black and green hair sitting in the tree, out of sight. Jade started to slowly stand up off of the ground. "Hurry!" the girl ushered. Jade managed to get Renamon's attention and motioned her towards the tree. Realizing the plan, Renamon scurried over towards her tamer, grabbed her by her waist and leaped into the tree softly landing next to the woman whom had held on to Jade's arm pulling her back for support.
"Thank you." Jade began to speak, but the girl quickly clasped her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Shut up! They'll hear you." She warned.
Jade looked as the Yanmamon had finally regained their balance in the air and grew confused as they were unable to locate the human and her Digimon.
"Where did they go?" One of them called out.
"Do I look like I know?" The second one responded.
"Screw this. Let's get the boss. I'm growing tired of these humans. Them and their Digimon friends have humiliated me more than once." The one in front of the other two acted as the leader of the group. It had been the same Yanmamon that attacked Jade. And apparently the same one that fought with Commandramon as well.
They all shot past the two girls and their Digimon and disappeared within the trees.
The girl finally released her hand from Jade's mouth allowing her to speak again.
"You saved our lives." Jade pointed out. "Hey." Suddenly realizing. "I've seen you before. You were at the museum weren't you?!"
The girl brushed the black side of her hair behind her ears. "Yeah. I was there."
Jade studied the girl with curious eyes. Her short hair was black on the right side where as her left side was colored green. The two colors met in the middle to reveal her bangs. She had been wearing a yellow tank top with a green, hooded sweatshirt that was tied around her waist. She had been wearing blue capris pants and black combat boots to match. Sitting on her lap, Jade noticed a long, green bug with purple stripes in the shape of lightning marked along its body. It had a sharp, purple beak where its mouth was and instead of eyes, again all she saw were two purple lightning shaped patterns in place. Its belly side was vastly yellow.
"Is that your Digimon?" Jade inquired. It had to be obvious. It wasn't attacking them like the Yanmamon had.
"Mhm." She sounded looking down at the calm, sleeping Digimon.
*Analyzed by girl*
Name: Dokunemon
Type: Larva
Bio: Her name is Dokunemon. She looks tiny, but she saved my life from those Yanmamon with her Worm Venom attack. She seems pretty cool. Very relaxed in nature. Though you could probably tell that by her sleeping.
*End analysis*
"How long have you been up here?" Jade asked intently.
"For about half an hour, I suppose. We couldn't find a clear opening from those Yanmamon to escape so we decided to rest here. Dokunemon eventually fell asleep shortly after. I heard your screaming earlier so I've kept a watch out for you. You're safe now." The girl assured her.
"They'll be back. You know that." Renamon chimed in.
"I'm not doubtful. They've come and gone. Like I said. The coast hasn't been clear for us yet." The girl looked over at Renamon with a curious gaze. "What's your name?"
"Renamon." She introduced. "Yours?"
Before she could provide her name, footsteps and crackling of sticks and leaves were heard not far off in the distance. It sounded like the movements were coming closer. The girl awoken her friend on her lap.
"It's time to wake up my friend. We have company." She shook the bug lightly.
"Oh?" Dokunemon halfheartedly responded.
Jade suddenly gave out the highest pitched squeal and started climbing from the tree. Renamon looked worried and jumped down to help catch her in case she fell. However, Jade had already landed and ran past her Digimon and towards the moving figures.
"It's them!" Jade called.
She had pointed to a boy with purple, sprouted hair wearing a purple and grey striped shirt draped over by a blue vest that had come to midpoint on his torso. He was in tight blue jeans that had a rip by the right knee and silver and white vans to match. The boy standing next to him had brown shaggy hair wearing a black v-neck shirt with long blue fitted jeans followed by dark worn brown leather boots. Accompanied beside them was a small, floating Digimon. The other still residing on Conner's back like a child.
"Trent! Conner!" She cried.
"Oh my god! Jade!" Trent called back.
The two sprinted towards each other and embraced in a spinning hug. Mostly with Trent doing the spinning as their massive height difference showed. Trent stood roughly 7 or 8 inches taller than Jade. Conner just shy of an inch taller than Trent.
"I'm so glad both of you guys are here! I didn't think I'd see you!" She hugged both the boys with such enthusiasm and strength.
"How long have you been here?" Conner asked.
"Can't be any longer than you have been, right?" Jade responded still smiling intensely. She turned and ushered her Digimon as well as the girl and her partner towards them. "Come on over guys! It's okay."
Trent looked over Jade as he noticed a walking silver fox motioning towards their direction. Behind her followed the black and green haired girl he had remembered from the museum. On her shoulder was Dokunemon.
"Guys! This is my friend, Renamon!" Jade introduced her partner.
"My pleasure." Renamon greeted her partner's friends with respect and grace.
"Wow. You sure are tall." Commandramon pushed past Conner to move closer to Renamon. "Foxy lady!"
"In your dreams." Renamon scowled the blue dragon.
"Jade?" Conner whispered.
"Yeah?" She whispered back.
"You're okay with all of this? None of this is weird to you?" He asked.
Jade shrugged her shoulders. "It is what it is really. I'm still questioning a lot about all of this. But Renamon here saved my life. I owe her that. And because of that I don't want to push her for answers. At least not right now." Jade walked away. Conner felt a shroud of guilt fall onto his shoulders. He wasn't the only one with doubt, but he was the only one without any compassion right now. He didn't like that feeling at all.
Bakumon floated towards Dokunemon and held out his arm. "Pleasure to meet you again, Dokunemon."
Dokunemon gave what looked like a smile and spun around to tap her purple tail stinger to the tapir Digimon's hoof.
"Likewise, Bakumon." Dokunemon motioned her head to her right. "Meet my friend, Cassandra."
The black and green haired girl grew red in the face. As though she was either shy or uncomfortable.
"So your name is Cassandra?" Trent walked towards her. "I've been wondering who you were for quite some time since I saw you. Hi. My name is Trent." He held out his hand to shake hers.
Cassandra looked at Dokunemon as though she had made a mistake. Sighing, she held out her hand and shook Trent's. "Er… nice to meet you too."
A gust of wind instantly swept across the forest trees causing a sudden breeze to overlook the humans and their Digimon. A sharp, croaky and irritating voice no doubt called out across the forest's trail.
"Desert Storm!"
The gust of wind suddenly turned into what looked like a sandstorm vastly powering through the group of friends. Bakumon soared and crashed into Conner as he was unable to keep his floating stance in the sandstorm.
"Bakumon! Are you okay?" Trent called out.
The sand stopped. As Trent held his Digimon in comfort, that unforgettable buzzing noise grew loud again and instantly before them flew not three, but four Yanmamon.
"Oh no!" Jade gasped. "They're back!"
"Yanmamon!" Conner clenched his fist in fury.
"Wait! Why does one of them look different?" Trent pointed to the more greyish blue dragonfly while the other three remained green.
*Analyzed by SandYanmamon*
Name: SandYanmamon
Type: Insect
Bio: You fool! I am SandYanmamon. I am a more powerful, stronger and evolved version of Yanmamon. You've entered my territory in this forest and now you will pay for your trespassing!
*End analysis*
Commandramon jumped in front of Conner. "Hey! I thought SandYanmamon were supposed to be more friendly than the Yanmamon?"
"Apparently not this one! She seems pretty angry." Dokunemon remarked. She jumped off of Cassandra's shoulder and stood with her three fellow Digimon. "We have no choice but to fight."
"Oh, will you now?" laughed the leader.
"You will not harm these humans!" Dokunemon cried out.
SandYanmamon scuffed the ground with her claw. "Fool! Then you shall perish with them!"
She flew higher into the air with the Yanmamon in toe.
"Stun Ray!" SandYanmamon generated a stream of electricity within her wings before shooting it towards the rookie Digimon.
"Thunder Ray!" The three Yanmamon aligned their rays of lightning and showered the forest ground.
The four lower leveled Digimon dodged the attacks. SandYanmamon buzzed loudly in frustration.
"My turn." Renamon smiled. She leaped into the air and showered the Yanmamon with leaves like arrows. "Fox Leaf Arrowhead!" She bellowed.
The three Yanmamon struggled to escape, but the leaves were too fast to flee from. Somehow it was just enough to extinguish and dematerialize the weaker insect Digimon. Renamon laughed in victory. Quickly, SandYanmamon countered and swung her claw into Renamon's chest.
"Bottom Cutter!"
Renamon fell to the ground, but managed to land on one foot and her knee.
"You destroyed my swarm! How dare you!" SandYanmamon screeched in rage.
"Hah. They weren't that tough." Renamon chuckled. "And neither are you. Was that the best you could do?"
This irritated SandYanmamon. She flew high into the air again and began buzzing another jet of lightning towards Renamon in which the fox managed to leap away before being struck.
"Is that all?" Renamon continued to taunt the insect.
"You insignificant, little bitch! I'll have your head!" SandYanmamon dove towards Renamon and swung her bladed claw. Commandramon managed to jump in front of her just in time and deflect the slash with his helmet.
"Haha! Take that!" He gloated. SandYanmamon screeched in rage.
"I think it's now our turn to show who's stronger." Renamon assured the enemy. She jumped once more towards SandYanmamon and spun before landing a hard-hitting kick sending her towards the soil.
"Fox Spin Kick!"
She went fast. Hitting the ground with a loud thud. SandYanmamon struggled to regain her balance and get back in the air.
"Now!" screamed Bakumon.
"Nightmare Syndrome."
From his mouth, Bakumon drew a purple ray and fired directly in front of him.
"M16 Assassin"
Commandramon aimed his rifle and fired the energy bullets.
"Poison Ride!"
Dokunemon streamed a barrage of poisonous needles from her mouth.
With the three attacks all targeted at SandYanmamon, they seemed to have caused a small explosion created a cloud of dust enveloping the bad Digimon. A scream of anger and defeat could be heard and once the cloud had disappeared, she was gone. SandYanmamon was defeated.
"That was impressive." Conner said. He was astonished with what had just went down. "Way to go Commandramon!"
Commandramon smiled in happiness and, as usual, jumped onto Conner's back for a piggy back ride. This time, Conner didn't let out a sigh. He seemed to be accepting of the Digimon. "I'll give it to ya." He said calmly. "I do believe you are real."
"Well I sure hope so!" said Commandramon. "We are friends after all. Right?" Conner nodded. He definitely seemed to care for the Digimon.
"That was awesome, Bakumon! I had no idea you could do that." Trent admitted as he held his Digimon.
"What do you mean?" Bakumon looked confused. "I told you all about what I can do."
Trent laughed. "I meant I had no idea that's what it looked like or how you used that attack."
Jade ran and hugged Renamon whom had returned the lovely gesture. "Oh my gosh, Renamon. That was amazing!"
"I did it to protect you, Jade." Renamon smiled. Jade took this as a sign of trust.
"So, Cassandra. How was I?" Dokunemon asked in approval. Cassandra smiled. She didn't know what else to really say. She was still uneasy with the number of people she had been surrounded by. So quickly and so abruptly.
She knelt down to pick up her Digimon and whispered in her ear. "You made me proud."
"I have to say." Conner began. "I still don't understand all of this. Any of it. How did we get here? Why are we here? It just doesn't make any sense."
"I have a feeling it will eventually." Trent hoped. "We just have to give it time. Figure that all out. Together."
"But you seem so calm about it Trent. Like it doesn't even bother you." Conner urged his friend for an answer.
Trent sighed. "I'm just as confused as you are, Conner. But you know me. I'm not really bothered by a lot of things. I definitely don't feel like this is a dream. Quite frankly, I'm enjoying everything right now. Better than how life was going for me back at home."
Conner was still concerned. "But what about…"
"So." Commandramon piped up. "Now what?"
Conner looked at Trent. Obviously his questions weren't going to be answered today. Might as well move on then. "Well?"
Trent scratched his head, looked to Bakumon before looking at the others. "I think we should continue along this forest. There were two other people at the museum before we were all dragged here. I have a feeling that they might be here too since we came across Jade and Cassandra. I say we find them and go from there."
Jade nodded. "It's better than just standing here and doing nothing. I don't want to run into anymore of those Yanmamon anyways. Oh! Also…" Jade reached into her purse and pulled out a small handheld device. It was an oval shaped electronic with the colors of purple and silver embedded on it. "This happened to be in my pocket when I woke up here."
Conner reached into his pocket and pulled out a similar device. However, his was coated in blue and green. "I got one too."
Trent pulled out the same device of red and gold, whereas Cassandra held tightly her green and pink. "What do you suppose these are?" She asked softly.
"Bakumon?" Trent asked raising the device to him.
"Not a clue. I'm sorry." He replied.
"Well then," Trent began as he shoved it back into his pocket. "I say we go find the others and then from there we all figure this whole entire thing out. Together."
"Right!" They all chanted.
As they all came to an agreement, including Cassandra who was amongst unknown, newly made friends, they began trailing north towards the lightest part of the forest in hopes of finding their fellow travel mates to the Digital World.
A tall, shadowy figure is seen standing upon a tall tree branch observing the humans. All is heard is a groan of anger before the story to this episode ends.