Please note this is set in its own universe(s). OC characters are abundant.

Disclaimer: I am only writing a fanmade story based on Digimon. Digimon is owned by Akiyoshi Hongo and Toei

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Chapter 2: Enter the Dragon

"So you don't know what this is either?" asked Allen, surprisingly calmly and after having closed his office door.

"I don't think so. I'm just as surprised as you. What do you think it is?" replied Tanemon.

"A toy? I'm not sure, just a device that seems to be attracted to us for some reason."

"A toy? What is a toy? Whilst we are on that subject, you haven't explained what a computer is either" queried Tanemon.

"Why are you jumping topics? A toy is an object that kids play with, for entertainment. This looks to me like a game control, which is a device for playing electronic games on machines called consoles. As for computers, there are many different types. I have to your right a desktop computer. It is a machine that allows me to input information, which can be sent to other computers. You can also view images on there, do general reading or communicate with other people. You certainly are inquisitive!" explained Allen.

Allen had found that he could remove the device from his belt quite easily. Besides the fact he was holding a strange device in his hand, it was weird that it was attracted to his belt, especially as the belt was not made of metal.

Allen was just about to continue when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned round and saw through the open door that other workers were just returning from break. Closing the door behind him (again?) and turning back to Tanemon, he asked her to be quiet, especially as it looked strange before he was talking to the plant pot and had almost been caught by Helen before.

"Why?" asked Tanemon.

"Erm… I don't want people to think I'm crazy and also this has happened whilst I'm in the middle of work. This is my job and I need to continue" explained Allen, "which I will explain a bit more about later so I can't really talk more now. Just sit tight for two hours please" added Allen hurredly.

"Err… okay" said Tanemon.

"It's because I don't want other people to find out about this so thanks. I'll do more explaning later", said Allen quickly. Tanemon's leaves twitched in response.

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Helen came back onto the floor with her bag. She wandered past Allen's office and saw him shutting the door. She stopped for a moment and thought she heard a muffled voice. She sidestepped and moved closer to his office. It was unusual for Allen to close his door and this simple occurrence added to the fact that something odd was going on with Allen. Well, that and the fact that when she was on the stairs, she could have sworn she saw a flash of light come from their floor on her way up.

Listening closely, on one side she was hearing Allen sounding nervous, trying to explain what a computer was. She paused, wondering why it seemed Allen was speaking to himself. A noise of a magnetic zapping interrupted this. She partly opened the door, saw Allen back was turned but thought better of it. To Allen's right was the strange plant in its giant plant pot. Some soil lined the floor a little. She saw Allen turning around and so she ducked and went over to her desk. She was going to listen more later. Something strange was going on here.

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"Midnight Racer is better than your Skyline", argued one boy

"Says you! How about I race you on it as soon as we get back?" argued the other

"To see which is best? I so am."

"No you aren't. I am going to race you"

"No I am going to play it"

"You didn't listen to what I just said"

"Its my game and I'm playing it, not you."

"No, I am too"

"Am not."

"Am too."

The two boys bickered in the back seat of a small hatchback, being driven by their mother and father, after a day at the Ashwood Falls shopping centre. The taller boy was Jason Taylor, 14, wearing a black hooded jacket, dark blue trousers and dark trainers. He also had dark brown hair. Next to him was Philip Taylor, his shorter but older brother at 15, wearing a green hoodie, light blue trousers and white trainers. His hair was also much lighter but still brown.

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It was late afternoon when the family reached their home on the south side of Ashwood Falls. They had stopped arguing with the intervention of their mother, Jennifer, who had settled it that they were to look after themselves tonight anyway. Jason had to play with Phil on their console. Otherwise they would both have their allowances cut. Jennifer and Adam had arranged to go out for dinner that evening but the boys were old enough to look after themselves.

They soon left and the brothers went to their lounge. Philip got out Midnight Racer, took the disk and put it in the console. Meanwhile Jason went to the cupboard and got some game pads out and plugged them in. They started racing each other, they generally got on with each other except when it came to computer games. The boys had soon forgotten about arguing and were helping each other get through the levels.

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A couple of hours of gaming passed when without warning the power went out, plunging the boys into twilight, being late evening. They groaned about not having saved and got up. Phil went to the window and saw that one by one, other houses in the street were having power cuts as well.

"Great, now what do you think is going on?" moaned Jason.

"It's just a power cut" replied Phil.

"What are we going to do now though?"

"Erm… how about a board game?"

"In the dark?"

"Yeah, don't forget that there are torches in the hall cupboard"

"I know, you don't need to tell me that though"

"Anything you want to play?"

"Scrabble!"

"Odd choice but why not. You go get it whilst I go find the torches."

Phil got up and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After a few moments he moved slowly towards the arch leading to the hallway. He was careful not to hit any chairs in the way. Jason followed closely behind. Moving step by step, slowly they crept into the hall. Jason decided he would stop whilst Phil continued forward. After a few minutes he was at the arch but no longer felt that Jason was following him. He turned round and looked back into the room and saw the outline of Jason, not moving and staring straight over his shoulder. Phil looked at him for a moment then looked back. All he could vaguely make out was the stair banisters but nothing out of the ordinary. Turning round he saw that Jason was still in the same position.

"Jason, why are you doing that?" asked Phil.

Jason didn't answer and seemed to be still.

"Jason, stop doing that" tried Phil again.

Jason didn't move.

"Jason, please stop doing that".

An alive statue of Jason stood in his spot.

"Jason, your jacket's on fire!"

Jason continued staring at the banisters. Phil waved his hands in front of his immobile brother and then started pulling childish faces at him. Jason did not make any movement.

"Okay, Jason, you can stop, or continue. You're starting to worry me."

Jason seemed only fascinated with the hallway wall.

"Jason, are you okay?"

"….HARAGAGAGAH" shouted Jason, making Phil jump. Jason started laughing, whilst Phil just grumbled and pushed his brother.

"Please don't do that, you know I worry a lot" sighed Phil.

Jason continued laughing but after a while calmed down. They both decided they would go to the hallway together and get the torches.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, a blender that was plugged it mysteriously switched itself on. It started to spin rapidly. In fact a few appliances had switched themselves on, whilst the blackout still occurred.

The brothers started to hear a whirring noise in the otherwise deserted house. It seemed to be coming from a couple of rooms away. A loud clattering started occuring as well as some shaking of the walls. They both had stopped to listen and jumped when what sounded like a small explosion occurred.

"Wh-wh-what's going on?" stuttered Jason, his mood a complete change from five minutes ago.

"How should I know?" replied Phil, also with a worried expression on his face. "How about we stop standing around here and just go and get the torches? That seems the sensible thing to do."

He sidestepped in the hall until he was facing the hall cupboard which he could just about see the outline of and opened it. He couldn't see very well inside the cupboard as he tried the light switch unconsciously. 'I'm an idiot, of course it won't work with no power,' he thought.

"Have you found any yet?" asked Jason, still in rather high pitched noise.

"Of course not, now just wait. I am OW! Ruddy nails! I am still looking obviously", sighed Phil, frustrated. He felt with his hands, coming across many pointed objects, not doing hs hands much good. Phil stopped briefly when he felt something rubbery, but squishy. He picked it up and threw it out of the cupboard, a small clunk occuring behind him. Finally, his hands rested on a plastic-feeling rectangle, with a wider funnel at one end. The rectangle seemed to have a small rubber circle that seemed movable. Phil pressed the circle and found himself looking at the back wall of the cupboard. It wasn't lit up very well. He could also make out a couple of toys, mainly an inflated beach ball to the left and his dad's formerly arranged tools on the shelves to the right. There were two or three torches of the same shape as the one he was currently feeling below him to the right. He picked his one up, switched on another and took them both out of the cupboard. Checking his hand, he only found a few scratches.

In the background whilst what they did occurred, the clattering still continued. A new noise had begun now, what sounded like maybe a strong wind. A small light seemed to be occurring as well, bright enough to be made out through the hallway door to their right.

Phil closed the cupboard door, handed the other torch to Jason and pointed towards the door with light. "Come on, let's stop worrying and start investigating." He said with an authoritative tone.

Jason nodded. They shone their torches to the right and opened this hallway door, which lead into the dining room. Opposite them was the door to the kitchen, which was strangely glowing.

"Okay, since when did the grey kitchen door glow white?" asked Jason, pointing out the obvious. The loud sounds were definitely coming from the kitchen. Jason stepped out from behind Phil and walked over to the kitchen door. "Okay, I need to be brave here", he murmered. He held his breath and put his hands on the door. It was strangely warm but not burning to the touch, which was surprising seeing as it was a wooden door. "Ok, this is weird, it doesn't hurt. Come on."

Phil walked over as well and saw his brother was not burnt. "How about on three we both pull open the door?" he motioned to the handle. Jason agreed and moved slightly out of the way. Phil and Jason both whispered "One, two, three…" Both boys reached for the handle, pulled the door open and found the cause of the disturbances. They noticed all machines in the kitchen seemed to have minds of their own and the lights were on in the kitchen. However, the oddest thing in front of them was a solid white hole, about thirty centimetres above the ground and seemed to blend into the surrounding air. All they could do was stare at these strange phenomena.

However, not long after they entered, they heard what sounded like a reptilian scream occuring in front of them. It got gradually louder, at which point they backed away slightly. Whilst this was happening, a strong gust had suddenly picked up and was blowing the appliances. In actual fact, some of the appliances flew at the wall next to them, just missing them by inches. This stopped both the affected appliances and the brothers moving. Phil and Jason looked at each other, frightened expressions on their faces and then back at the white hole.

There was no need to be backing away however as what was approaching appeared out of the other side of the hole. It was some sort of bipedal monster, which flew into the wall opposite, very hard and fell to the ground, apparently uncouncious. With that, the white hole just collapsed in on itself and disappeared from existence. As soon as that occurred, everything switched off, stopped shaking and the kitchen lights blacked out, leaving only the light from the torches.

Silence filled the kitchen, the only sounds being the boys breathing heavily, as well as quiet breathing heard from the unconscious creature in front of them. After many minutes had passed, they decided to move. Jason moved his torch to shine it on the creature. He could not make out much in the dark. "Hey, could you shine your torch on it?" whispered Jason and Phil did so.

They could make out the creatures was fur which was dark, but with light tips at its claws. It also had a long dark tail with a white end. The claws were black. On its head however, there was maybe a flattened triangular ruby on a metal plate and behind that pointed ears. There were also small black wings on its back. Overall it looked like maybe a small dinosaur or dragon, about the same size as Phil.

"What is it do you reckon?" asked Jason, quietly to his brother. They were now standing closer to the creature.

"I don't know, a dragon maybe? Is it still alive?" responded Phil. The creature shuddered a little in response. There were sounds of heavy breathing but the dragon remained motionless otherwise.

A sudden ringing from the other end of the house startled the boys. Unnoticed by them, one of the dragon's ears also twitched in the direction of the noise. However again, the dragon did not move and remained silent.

A couple of minutes later, the ringing occurred again. Phil realised it was their front door bell. "Hey, Jason! Wait here until I get back. K? I'll be back after I see who that is." All Jason could do was nod.

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Phil went back through the dining room to the hallway and front door whilst more ringing was heard. Phil cleared his throat. "Alright, I'm coming, keep your hair on!" he shouted down the hall. As he walked, he thought about the events and realised obviously it had created such a racket, it could have been heard next door. Not to mention the light show. After gather his wits he proceeded to open the door, trying to put an embarassed face on. He found his elder neighbour Mrs Rose with a cross but enquiring face. She looked slightly damp. She looked down at him and crossed her arms at his cheesy grin.

"What the hell has been happening here? Do you realise how much noise you've been creating?" said Mrs Rose with a raised voice, as soon as she saw Phil.

"Er… Sorry, Mrs Rose. Jason was mucking about on his drum-kit again… and then we had a couple of accidents with the torches, not to mention the drum kit as well. Ehehehe" said Phil nervously, putting his hand behind his head. As this was not uncommon, Mrs Rose accepted the story and went back to her house. Phil closed the door behind her.

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Meanwhile, Jason stared over the dragon. The doorbell had seemed to have affected it as it was rousing from its slumber. Jason shone his torch at the dragon's head. The dragon flinched. It had opened one of its eyes, the light from the torch eerily reflecting off it in the darkness. The torch also reflected off the ruby but to a lesser degree. The eyes themselves were gold. The dragon did not seem to be staring anywhere but forward, opposite to Jason. It also seemed like its breathing had gotten softer.

Jason plucked up the courage to move over the tiled floor and paced forward again. As soon as his first foot had moved forward, which he had tried to do steathily, he stopped suddenly. The dragon's ears had twitched and the dragon was now moving its head, looking behind and directly at Jason. Its tail moving slightly to the left as well. Jason was rooted to the spot and stared straight back.

A couple of minutes later after neither had made a move, Jason plucked up his courage and moved forward again a few paces and could now clearly see the dragon's head in the torchlight. Its fur was a dark purple. The dragon meanwhile had not made any sounds and seemed to be studying him. As Jason came closer, he could swear he saw what looked like a sad, fearful face in the dragon.

At this moment, the dragon tried to speak but all it could manage was a weak growl, barely opening its mouth and showing its pointed fangs. Whatever it was going to say or do, was going to have to wait. It closed its eyes and dropped its head, going back into unconsciousness. From these scenes, Jason couldn't put his finger on why but thought that whatever had happened, didn't seem to be the fault of the dragon, at least not intentionally. Then Jason heard the front door slam

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Getting back to the kitchen, Phil asked if anything had occurred. Jason told him what had happened.

"So it knows about us, or at least you?" asked Phil, evidentally not as nervous as before.

"Sort of, as I said, all it did, was look at me, growl and go back to sleep" said Jason, edgedly. He sighed. "So, what do you think we should do with it?"

Phil answered back in a lowering voice "Oh I don't know. Take it upstairs?"

"To the bedroom?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"One other problem though. I think it looks too heavy to carry. Even for the both of us."

"Might as well try at least"

Jason sighed again. "Okay, you grab the tail whilst I grab its upper body."

They both positioned themselves at either end of the dragon, whose head had now returned forward. Before they picked up the dragon, they moved the broken blender, random toasted sandwich maker and a few bits of debris out of the way. After putting their torches on the ground, they both reached down and at the same time grabbed the dragon, feeling a small electric shock each.

Once again, the brothers were greeted with a light show, although this seemed to be much smaller than before. Their hands seemed to be briefly stuck to the dragon. A small white orb appeared halfway between the brothers. It first started whizzing over to Jason. Hovering above his hands, it stopped and then seemed to be attracted to Phil's hands. Then it went back to Jason. This process continued as though the orb was confused as to who it liked the best. After several minutes, in which all the brothers could do was watch, the orb stopped in its original position. Here it transformed into a blocky grey T shape with oblong buttons and a button that could be rotated. This device's top half however, was purple. Afterwards the light disappeared. The device, fell down, bounced off the dragon and clattered to the floor.

The brothers were in darkness. It seemed like the batteries in the torches had died but as Jason thought this, they spluttered back to life. Jason crouched down after finding he could move his hands again. He dropped the dragon's head and looked and shone his torch over to his left. He stepped over the dragon carefully and went to pick up the device. As soon as he touched it, the device begain glowing ever so slightly. At this he jumped, dropping the device, which, as Phil watched his brother, clattered over and slid next to him.

"You okay Jason?" asked Phil concerned.

"Ye-yeyeah. W-why don't you h-have a look at that object?" replied the startled Jason.

Phil sidestepped, dropping the dragon's tail. He reached over and picked up the device. Again the device glowed slightly. He was staring at its screen whilst this happened and saw the words: BOND COMPLETE. WELCOME. The screen went blank. He instead pocketed the device.

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Power had been restored soon after. The power cut had lasted a couple of hours. It was around 9pm at night now. The brothers had picked up the dragon, finding it was actually much lighter than it looked. They were able to move it through the dining room, into the hall and upstairs to their bedroom as discussed. It was only half an hour later, when they had put the dragon on an air mattress, covered it in a sleeping bag and made it comfortable. The boys decided they had had enough excitement for one night and decided to turn in early.

A little while later, Jennifer and Adam Taylor arrived home, finding the telly switched on but with static and the controllers a mess. Adam sighed, deciding he needed a cup of tea after their long drive back from the restaurant. He then proceeded to head into the kitchen.

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In the middle of the night, the dragon woke up. It looked around and rolled onto its side. And found itself covered in a strange but warm material. It looked down at this. Then it looked up and saw a bed with a creature it did not recognise, with light brown fur, maybe, located on its head. The creatured was sleeping away on a tall, rectangular, white, soft-looking platform, covered in a sheet. It then looked down the platform, noticed a large book and cupboard. Opposite the other end of the cupboard was a creature with darker brown fur. On another raised platform.

The dragon recognised him. It thought to itself, a small spreading across its face and went back to sleep.

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"JASON! PHILIP! GET UP NOW OR NO BEING DROPPED OFF!" shreiked a high-pitched voice from downstairs.

Phil groggily got up from bed. He looked over at alarm clock on the desk opposite him and saw it reading 20:00. Philip groaned, remembering the power cut last night. However, what else happened wasn't so clear briefly until he jumped out of bed, tripped over the mattress and something furry and landed head first, facing down and very luckily in the space under his desk. His legs were on an odd lumpy pillow that seemed to be moving quite a bit. He looked behind him and saw the the dragon from last night, squirming under him and definitely getting annoyed.

Phil quickly righted himself and moved his legs off the dragon, who got up and turned to face him, opening its mouth. What happened next startled Phil enough that he tried to stand up and banged his head on the desk underside, adding a nice bit of pain to what he already had. The dragon spoke.

"What are you?" it asked, annoyed in a deep gravelly voice.

Phil just blinked and stared back. He was also rubbing the top of his head

"Where am I? Answer me!", tried the dragon again.

"Erm, erm er… erm erm uh erm er erm um" was all that Phil could manage.

"Phil, will turn the radio off please…" said a sleep voice from the other side of the room. Jason was just stirring from his slumber. Meanwhile, Phil just stared from the dragon to his brother and back.

"JASON! PHILIP! I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN, YOU HAVE HALF AN HOUR ONLY!" shrieked Jennifer again.

"Grrr… who was that and who are you two? Do not test me!" asked the dragon. It was not being loud however.

Jason bolted upright from the unfamiliar voice coming from his brother's end. He saw the dragon staring angrily at his brother, who seemed to be shaking a bit and saying nonsense. Jason slowly put his legs off the side of his bed. However, as soon as he touched the floor, the dragon jerked its head in his direction. It tail was moving from side to side.

Before the dragon could speak again, Jason replied "I-I-I'm Jason and-d-d he's P-Phil".

The dragon looked at him and saw he was shaking as well as the creature behind the dragon. It could see that it was not going to get anywhere more unless it stopped sounding angry. It swallowed. "Look, I'm sorry I am scaring you but where am I?" it asked again, losing its gravelly tone.

Phil tried answering, causing the dragon to snap its head back to him. "Y-your in our-r bedroom. Erm… in Ashhhhwood F-Falls. On on on Earth"

"Thank you. Will you two please stop stuttering? Its annoying. Oh and my name is Dalis," replied the dragon.

Jason plucked up the courage and asked a burning question quiker that he knew it "Whatareyou?"

Dalis caught what he was saying. "I am a Dorumon. A Digimon." He paused and saw that whilst the Phil was still looking scared although not as much as before, the Jason was calmer and looking more confused. "A Digimon is a Digital Monster. I am from another universe compared to yours. Not quite so solid. It is called the Digital World" he explained.

"We're human" replied Jason.

"But I thought you were called Jasonandhe'sphil." said Dalis, a whoops expression on his face. "I can see those are your names now."

"BOYS, YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES LEFT! MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY!" shouted Jennifer once more.

"Who was that?" asked Dalis.

Phil had finally calmed down and spoke properly for the first time that morning. "That was our mother. We have to get going. We'll talk more later, okay?"

"Okay. I would ask why but I am feeling very tired at the moment. Oh and thanks for saving my life!" Dalis replied. Before Phil could ask what he meant by the last comment, the Dorumon had fallen back into a deep sleep.

"Do you think we should leave him here like this?" asked Jason.

"There's not going to be anyone home, so hopefully. Open the skylight, won't you?"

replied Phil. He looked at Dalis, who was actually obviously listening to them. "Please don't go anywhere until we come back okay?" asked Phil. Dalis grumbled in response.

Phil got ready in the bathroom. When he came out it was Jason's turn. As he went back into his bedroom, unknown to him, a certain purple and grey device started sliding along the top of his desk and shot straight through the air into his left trouser pocket.

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Jennifer was now running ten minutes late, the boys were in the back seat, on the way to Grove School, a twenty minute drive from their house. Grove school was a mixed comprehensive secondary school close to the town centre. It was the only secondary school in town.

"Boys, why was there pots, pans and a general mess in the kitchen last night?" asked Jennifer in an annoyed manner.

Phil decided to speak quickly "we were playing with the drums and things got a little out of control. We completely messed up however, especially wh one of the drum sticks went flying. Sorry for the blender."

"Maybe but how about the other appliances?"

"We were hungry but tired. Sorry we didn't clean up"

"You're not telling me the truth. What really happened?"

"Mum you're about to miss the turning for the school" said Jason, changing the subject quickly. "We'll tell you later, okay?"

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Jennifer dropped her sons at school. She drove off.

"What do you think we should tell her? 'Hi mum, sorry for the mess. We were just helping a dragon that appeared from a portal in the kitchen. Hope that was okay.' Somehow, I don't think she will believe that either." Sighed Jason.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can think of something. See you at lunch, okay?" sighed Phil. They both headed Years 10 and 11, respectively.

As they walked through the playground, neither noticed a girl attending a small hutch. In the hutch was a small cream-coloured rabbit with green stripes. "Don't worry, I'll come back for you later," said the girl and headed off in the same direction as Jason

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I'm not sure if I should have the TO BE CONTINUED afterwards. I am surprised again with this chapter, which has taken me a long time, surprised me quite a few times on small scenes that I didn't know I was going to include. This is longer than the previous chapter, but has finished where I was intending this chapter to finish. I hope you enjoyed this one. Btw, "the Jason and the Phil" are not typos.