"Come on Okumon," Hallowmon said, he was on the floor of the underground lair that he shared with Devimon. Sitting about a meter away from the spiky black ball that had come to be recognized as 'Okumon'. The baby level digimon watched the virus type with unblinking yellow eyes. "Just come over here."

"Over…here?" The false digimon's long thin black tail twitched. "Hallowmon?"

Devimon scoffed as he watched his nephew trying to teach the prototype the concept of 'here'. It was amusing to say the least. "I understand now why you were shunned by the main branch," He said finally, his voice monotone. "You're too soft. And weak."

The child's pointy ears twitched, but he stayed focused on his creation. Pointing to a random spot on the ground, "here." He pointed again, "here."

The digimon cocked his head to one side, his spikes shivered in confusion.

"You'll fry his brain doing it like that," the older digimon muttered.

"I'd like to see you do any better!" The short one snapped.

Devimon's red eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't push your luck Hallowmon." He growled, "You'll regret it."

The boy scoffed, ignoring the black demon behind him. "Come on Okumon. Here." He pointed if front of the digimon.

"…" Okumon looked up at him. Then, slowly lifted his thin tail, sliding it across the floor until it was touching the same spot as where Hallowmon was pointing. "Here…?"

"Yes!"

"He's just repeating what you said, he doesn't really understand," Always the skeptic, "he probably thinks you mean the floor."

As if doing it just to contradict the superior digimon, Okumon began floating around the room. "Okumon, here!" He said, sounding almost happy as he rested on a shelf. Then he moved over to the large pool that Devimon often looked into to spy on the outside world. "Okumon, here!" He then flew over and hovered around Devimon's head for a moment, "GrouchyMeaniemon, here!" The Adult digimon glared over at the child level digimon who was currently looking the other way.

Okumon then hovered down to the floor, his energy exhausted for the day.

Hallowmon laughed nervously, slinking lowly as he went near the black digimon to scoop up his creation. When nothing hit him in the back of the head he ran off to his room.

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ScarV-mon had passed several digimon on his journey east, they all gave him looks like he was crazy when he told them over and over, 'yes, I do mean to be heading this way. Yes, I do know that it's certain doom. No, I don't plan on dying a horrible and painful death in the near future'. He sighed, it was all very agitating.

He knew now that he was entering the area infected by the virus, not only did he stop seeing any signs of life, but he also noticed how the soil was hard and cracked, any trees left standing were mere grey skeletons. But most of all was the air, thick with dust that choked him and filled his lungs with filth. But he shook it off. If he caught the virus now there would be no stopping it. So he trudged onwards.

When the sun set at night and he had to stop for fear of losing his way he would train. He never used V-mon Head anymore. It was an attack for normal V-mon, and he had thrown that existence away. ScarV-mon needed his own attacks, he was his own digimon. For now he used mainly martial arts. Not giving his attacks any name, just trying his best to get stronger. But a digimon without a signature move is hardly a digimon at all.

"Well, I'm hardly a digimon. I couldn't even protect the most important person to me…" ScarV-mon clenched his fist. The teen's glowing red eyes were shining with tears he refused to shed. "Chicomon…don't worry little brother. I'm going to find them. And kill them."

V-mon scrambled to his feet. Black goop from the Kuwagamon covered his blue skin, but he didn't care. "Chicomon!" He stumbled to the log, it was on fire, crackling and spitting up sparks. "I'm coming okay! Hang on!"

He ran through the hole in the hollowed log, ignoring the heat that made his skin blister immediately. He groped blindly for the baby brother he'd sworn to protect. "Chicomon!" His hand hit something soft and wet. "Chicomon?" He lifted the small bundle, it was round and there was enough light from the flames for V-mon to see the vague shape what was definitely his brother. "I'm here now," he said, holding the digimon close to him. It remained silent. "It's okay, are you hurt?" By now V-mon's mind had registered the thick wet substance running down his arms, leaking from the small body in his arms. But his heart refused to see anything besides the brother he'd always known and fought for. "We'll get out of this, okay?" He coughed through his tears.

He sat there in the burning log in the doomed forest for two days, his skin bubbled and burst, blood ran freely. He stayed put until the flames died. Until Chicomon's body finally dissipated into the air.

"DAMN IT!" ScarV-mon shouted, punching through a large boulder with his injured fist. "DAMNIT!"