Shouts swarmed all around him and Myotismon was woken up moments after falling asleep by a scratch to the face. He groaned, not fully awake but still registering the pain in his right cheek.
"Get away from him! That's Myotismon! The evil warlord Digimon!"
"Myotismon never hurt me! He's a good Digimon! He even saved me from Mephistomon!" A moment of confusion was felt for the attackers, and within a few seconds one of them spoke.
"But Myotismon attacked us a long time ago. He couldn't have saved you unless he wanted to use you for something." He said darkly.
"Amy, show them your roster on your Digivice." Myotismon said, holding his face and sitting up. There was no blood thankfully, which meant he wouldn't have to put the bandages they didn't have on his face.
By now, it had stopped raining, and the only water around was the cold leftovers dripping from the leaves and trees outside of the cave and the small puddles that formed underneath them. If it weren't for the fact that he was tired, hungry and cold, Myotismon might have taken the time to appreciate the setting around him.
The 8 new humans before him took a good look at Amy's Digivice, not knowing what to expect. When their eyes widened in shock, the former Dark Lord nearly cracked a smile, but instead let out a huge yawn and rubbed his sore eyes.
"See? I told you. I'm her Digimon." He somewhat mumbled.
"That doesn't mean you're not evil!" The taller human with the glasses said. His navy blue hair was somewhat greasy from the lack of good bathing supplies, similar to the other's hair conditions. Small bits of dirt could be seen clinging to all of their hair too. This human in particular was wearing a white collared shirt beneath a peach colored sweater-vest. His tan-ish baggy shorts were tucked neatly under the sweater-vest and shirt, and his enormous red and white shoes and knee high socks made Myotismon think one thing: nerd.
"Joe's right, How do we know you won't turn on us, Myotismon?"
"Give me food and let me sleep and I'll gladly be your best friend for as long as you want me to be." He told the second human. This one had longer hair and goggles placed firmly over his forehead. He had on a blue shirt with orange stars on the shoulders. His brown shorts were shorter than the boy named Joe, but his sneakers were just as large.
"Wait, why?" Joe asked cautiously.
"Well besides the fact that I de-digivolved this morning, barely had anything to eat since breakfast, tried to save Amy from Mephistomon AND shivered myself practically to death, I have no idea!" He snarked sarcastically.
"Myotismon, don't be mean." Amy said with a hug. The vampire-mon whined and buried his face into her neck, mumbling about being cranky. She started to play with his hair, and since he was too tired to tell her not to, he merely leaned back and tried to go back to sleep. "Does anyone have a brush?" She asked the other humans. One of the girls dressed in all pink with a large pink hat perched on her head began digging through her pockets for something. She finally found a small travel sized brush and handed it to the little girl.
"What are you using it for?"
"For Myotismon! He hates having his hair messed up. It might be part of the reason he's so cranky." She explained. "Is that ok if I use it on him?"
"Sure, if it will make him less grumpy. Are you good at styling hair?"
"A little." The younger girl said. "One of the female Vilemon showed me how to brush my own hair, but Myotismon still says he wants to do it." She told her as she brushed the ultimate Digimon's short blonde hair.
Joe came back with some firewood that wasn't as wet as some of the other wood and the Agumon of the group made a small fire. After a few minutes, Myotismion and amy stopped shivering and the young human curled up with her Digimon, listening to his heart. A short whine escaped his lips and he fell into a deeper sleep, filled with dreams of delicious food.