Nice to see that everyone's enjoying the story thus far, and everyone has sent in some very interesting ideas for Digimon that could Join Timmy's army. Now, before we get into the big battles, allow me to offer this filler chapter for your enjoyment.
*I still don't own Fairly Oddparents, Dragon Ball Super or Digimon Frontier!*
A Warrior's Awakening! - The Blue Flare Rises Again!
Back in the Material World, Timmy's parents along with Vicky, Tootie and their parents were making paper mache projects… with Timmy's Crimson Chin comic book collection as the base! Seriously, do these idiots care ANYTHING about their son's personal space and possessions?!
"It's a good thing we finally found a use for all of Timmy's old comics. He never reads them anyway." said Timmy's Mom.
How much you wanna bet she's wrong about that?
"Yeah. And they make great paper mache!" added Timmy's Dad.
Since we don't know their real names, let's call Timmy's Mom Honey, and his dad John. It'll make things way easier for us all.
"It's such a shame that Timmy didn't want to join us in this project. I'm sure he would've loved it." Honey said offhandedly. "Come to think of it, he wasn't even around for breakfast this morning. Or lunch."
"I'm sure the twerp - uh, I mean Timmy, was just not hungry." said the lying babysitter from the demon realm.
But Tootie was a bit skeptical. She knew that she and Vicky had no right to force Timmy to sleep in the dog house, and felt bad about that having to happen. So she started to use several pages of her love interest's comic books to make him a giant heart framed picture.
"Timmy's gonna love this!" Tootie thought to herself.
But for one reason or another, the sky began to crackle dangerously.
Just then, there was a knock at the door which prompted John to get up from his seat at the kitchen table.
"I'll get it!" John said.
He ran out to the living room and opened the door to reveal two Dimmsdale Policemen standing at the door. Well, technically it's one policeman and a policewoman, but that's beside the point.
"Evening, sir. Dimmsdale police. We received an anonymous tip about a young boy wearing a silly pink hat who ran away from home." said the policeman.
We'll call him George, and his partner Nancy.
"A boy ran away from home?" Honey asked as she walked into the room.
"Well, I know it's not Timmy. He's in the backyard playing in his new fort that Doydle donated to him." John said.
"Care to show us physical evidence that he's here safe and sound." Nancy said.
From the search warrant she held up and the serious tone in her voice, one can easily tell that it wasn't a request. A few minutes later, the two officers of the law were standing in front of the dog house Timmy had been forced to stay in. Naturally, the two police members were less than pleased.
"Sir, that's not a fort. That is an old dog house that won't even keep out the rain." said Nancy.
"Hey, ya know something? I think I remember throwing out a dog house just like that one." George added.
"Yeah," said Mr. Dinkleberg as he popped up over the fence. "And they just moved their kid in there just because they wanted to give everything to a bunch of strangers. Even though they were trying to be hospitable."
And with that, the more successful neighbor went back to his own devices.
"Dinkleberg…!" growled John with narrowed eyes and a scowl.
Still, even though George and Nancy had evidence of child abuse and neglect here, they needed to confirm that the child in question has indeed run away. But it's difficult to really see or hear if he's in there due to the entrance being boarded up.
Nancy knocked on the boarded door and tried to coax a response out of the fourteen year old child.
"Timmy? Are you in there, sweetie?" Nancy asked.
But there was no response. George didn't like that uneasy silence that he's heard so many times in his career. He knocked on the boarded door and gave it a whirl.
"It's okay, sport, we're not going to hurt you. We just want to make sure that you're okay." George said.
Once again, no response.
That's when Doydle started sniffing around for something, catching everyone's attention.
"What is it, boy? Do you smell something?" Vicky's mom asked.
In response Doydle pointed to something that sealed the case for the two officers. A trail of footprints belonging to a fourteen year old boy. And where the trail begins? The chewed remains of a rope leash.
"That twerp - uh, I mean, poor innocent child, must've chewed his way through his leash and run off!" Vicky said, hoping the officers didn't hear key parts.
Unfortunately for her, they did.
"Okay, I think it's time for all of you to come with us down to the station for clear signs of child neglect." Nancy said, pulling out several pairs of handcuffs.
She went to cuff all of them, Doydle included, but when she got to Vicky…
*KA-CRACK-CRICKLE!*
"Oh no, these cuffs are broken!" Nancy exclaimed.
"Huh! We can't bring her in in broken cuffs." George said while scratching his chin. "I got an old pair that someone donated to us in the car that we can use."
Several minutes and a vicious struggle later, the Turners and their house guests were being hauled off to a surprisingly roomy police car. But while everyone else was in standard cuffs, Vicky was stuck in one of those old timey wooden ones that were used to humiliate prisoners in colonial times. The ones where your head is also cuffed into place.
"Is it too late to offer you two a cup of coffee?" Honey asked, hoping to avoid being arrested.
"Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent." Nancy replied.
"Don't worry, Honey, I'm sure that our rights as legal American citizens will see us through!" John said.
And yet a few hours later, they were all hanging upside down in a holding cell. All of them had red faces from all of the blood that was rushing to their heads, and it looks like they were about to be paddled.
"This may take longer than I thought…" said John.
While these guys get what's coming to them, let's see how Timmy's doing now that he's in Digi-World.
Laying unconscious on the ground of a lush green forest, Timmy Turner lay blissfully unaware of his current situation. But as a shadow loomed over him, he began to slowly come to. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes to come face to face with…
A giant pair of red eyes belonging to a giant creature that might try to eat him!
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" screamed Timmy.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" the creature screamed in response.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Timmy continued.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" the creature followed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" they both screamed in unison.
When they stopped screaming, Timmy got down on his knees and began to beg for his life out of fear. Still, he managed to get a good look at the creature.
It looks like a giant dark blue ceratosaurus with a blade for a nose horn and orange stripes on its body. It has a body plate on its head, and at the tip of its tail is what looks like the muzzle of a Bayonet. It's also got these bony protrusions on the sides of its helmet with three more on each knee.
"JUST EAT ME NOW! But please make it fast, I have no tolerance for being eaten alive!" Timmy begged.
"Whoa, whoa, take it easy there, kid! I'm not going to eat you." the creature assured in a gruff male voice.
"What? You're not? Then why were you standing right in my face?!" Timmy asked, getting close to the creature's eye.
"Well, it's just that I saw you all alone out here…"
"Hey, YOU'RE all alone, ain't ya?" Timmy asked, cutting him off.
Timmy saw the hurt look in the creature's eye and immediately felt bad. He moved back a bit and spoke in a more somber tone. A habit he's picked up in recent times.
"You are all alone, aren't you?"
"Yeah, most Digimon in the Digital World tend to avoid members of my branch of my species due to our love of battle."
That got Timmy's attention faster than a Mint Condition Crimson Chin comic.
"Digimon? Digital World? What are you talking about?" Timmy asked.
"Oh, I get it, you're not from this world. Well, let's start off with the proper introductions. I am called Greymon, and I am a Digital Monster that inhabits this world. But you may refer to me as a Digimon for short." the creature replied. "And this world you're in? It's not the one you're familiar with. This is a realm known as the Digital World, a place that was created by the Material World and its technology. That's what we call your world."
Greymon knelt down to Timmy and tried to make himself appear as nonthreatening as possible. Kinda tough when you're literally a giant talking dinosaur.
"So what is your name, child?" Greymon asked.
Now feeling much less fearful, Timmy smiled at the giant reptile in front of him.
"I'm Timmy Turner, and I'm a human from the Material World, as you call it."
Greymon smiled at the response he'd gotten from the human child, happy that he'd managed to make himself seem less of a threat. After being alone for so long, it was nice to finally have someone to talk to. But that's when Greymon caught a glimpse of something blue in Timmy's hand. Something he knows well.
"The Fusion Loader!" Greymon exclaimed. "Timmy, look in your hand!"
Timmy did as instructed and was surprised to see that he was holding a small blue rectangular device in his right hand. And it certainly didn't look like any one of his video game systems.
"What the heck?! How'd this thing get here?! What is it?!" Timmy asked frantically.
"Calm down, Timmy. That device you're holding is the Fusion Loader that once belonged to an army that helped restore peace to the Digital World. An army called the Blue Flare." Greymon explained. "And I should know. I was a part of that army and fought alongside the Midnight and Fusion Fighters Armies on more than one occasion."
Timmy was in awe that he was actually speaking to a war veteran, but he needed to know something about the Fusion Loader.
"What does it do?" Timmy asked.
"A Fusion Loader has many uses, but its primary function is to allow an army's General to combine his or her Digimon with other Digimon through the use of a process called Digi-Fuse. It also allows a general to literally store their army within the Fusion Loader for easier and more inconspicuous transport." Greymon explained.
By now, Timmy was grinning like a maniac. The combinations and possibilities of this Fusion Loader thing were virtually endless!
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound from the trees nearby. Both looked wary at the trees, thinking that it could be a bunch of hostiles. But when four more Digimon walked out of the foliage, Greymon looked relieved while Timmy was still a bit on edge. Each Digimon looked different from the others and looked pretty menacing.
The first one looks like it's a machine that was designed to look like a bird. It has robotic blue wings with a red crystal on top. Its face is blue and his jaws are silver. It also has a long silver neck. Its legs are blue with white feet. At first the tail is white but then has blue armor.
The next one looks for lack of a better term like an alien dragon wielding a spear with a blade on each end.
Then there's a giant light blue sea serpent with a yellow helmet on its head.
And finally, we have another machine in the group. Its body was completely made of metal, designed to look like a combination of a dragon and a dinosaur. But in Timmy's honest opinion, it looks like someone just took a bunch of random parts and stuck them all together.
"MailBirdramon, Cyberdramon! Thank the maker that you both have avoided deletion at the hands of Cherubimon and his evil warriors!" Greymon said as he walked over to his apparent friends.
"We are certainly very lucky that Cherubimon doesn't have any sensor type Digimon such as Monitamon." said Cyberdramon. "That and we had a little help from a couple of new friends of ours."
The Sea Serpent and the giant machine stepped forward.
"Yes, it's as he says, Greymon. I am Seadramon, and it is my great honor to have helped remnants of the Blue Flare Army avoid deletion." said the Sea Serpent in a voice that was clearly female.
"While I, Machinedramon, fought off assailants." added the machine.
As the Digimon conversed, MailBirdramon caught a glance at Timmy and noticed the Fusion Loader in his hand.
"Well everyone, it appears as though the Blue Flare Army has a general once again. What is your name, Child?" MailBirdramon asked.
"I'm not a child! I'm fourteen years old for Pete's sake!" Timmy grumbled. "And my name is Timmy."
"Well, Timmy, we hope that we can work well together. For there is a great danger rising in the Digital World. And it looks like you may be it's last hope." Cyberdramon said.
Timmy just got a look of determination on his face and nodded at the alien looking Digimon. If he was the general of an army, he'd have to do his absolute best and beyond to restore peace to the Digital World.
"Well then, I guess the Digital World better be on the lookout! Because the Blue Flare is back for round two!" Timmy declared.
*To Be Continued...*
Timmy's Current Army: Greymon (2010 Anime), MailBirdramon, Seadramon, Machinedramon, Cyberdramon (2010 Anime).
And as for whether or not Timmy will become a Saiyan in this story, I think I might just put up a poll for that. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I'll see you all in whatever I update next!