Disclaim of the ownership type. I DON'T OWN DIGIMON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!


Pinocchimon lay beaten upon the ground. His external machinery was ticking, trying desperately to prevent its master from failing. His head jerked.

"Jureimon…?" he called his high voice now metallic as he called to his fallen comrade like a confused child. "What was it…that I…"

The gears were slowing, becoming louder and strained.

"That I was… missing?"

The machinery halted with a final grinding 'Clunk'.

A small group of children, known as the Chosen, watched with satisfaction as Pinocchimon, the second dark master to be defeated, dissolved into small glowing specks that blew away in a breeze that had just started to flow.

For the Chosen, this was the last time they witnessed the works of the puppet master. The breeze carried the data westward, toward the ocean and eventually File Island. As it passed through the forest, the air carried with it a whisper. The lord of the forest has fallen. This caused much celebration from many of the occupants. To the more intelligent, however, the words were a warning. And thusly they fled the forest, knowing what would happen as soon as Pinocchimon's essence left the forest.

When the last glowing speck did, the forest collapsed, taking many of the lives that lay within.


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