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AspiringWriterGirl) That's kinda what happens when ya begin with Part 3 of something. As for what happened to Kari, I believe she got thoroughly tentacle-fucked and probably impregnated too. I thought that was obvious.
The Keeper of Worlds) This is a Cosmic Horror story; if ya want something with rudimentary decency, look elsewhere.
Brand new year, huh... 2014 is gonna suck. 2013 was better aesthetically... Wait a tic. Rule 34 (20+14)... I don't like those implications...
Yeah, this bit's where the plot gets F!cked up... and possibly self-aware... I think...
Mind you, if you've got any ideas you'll like done, feel free to suggest them; I'll appreciate the help.
The Dark Ocean, Timeline ?, Year ?, Month ?, Day ?, Everywhere and nowhere
Darkness. The strange. The incomprehensible. Humans and Digimon, if they were aware of him, believed him, Dagomon, to embody all those things, existing as an extension of those concepts.
He himself mused that he were, naturally, inasmuch as he was any given concept or description. He wasn't a being of flesh and blood, like humans and other earthly animals, or an entity of data like the vast majority of Digimon were.
He and his bride, along her pet Digimon, existed simply as beings of consciousness, the very thought-force animating the waters of the Dark Ocean and giving the Demon Lords their marching orders.
They were immortal, unkillable, omniscient and omnipotent, so of course, he was content to simply exist at the pinnacle of all creation; conquering the multiverse as his underlings seemed to desire held no real interest for him, though it was rather amusing to watch them.
Though, he didn't delude himself that he had no equal; power-wise, the Digital World's God, or any of its three aspects, could certainly be said to rival him. Though, it was rather amusing that a being like that existed.
In knowledge, that God might as well be a child compared to himself.
Oh certainly, the self-proclaimed 'God' had done some rather interesting things with those Digital Worlds when they were shaped billions of years ago, such as mapping every possible of space-time within the multitude of dimensions, and do away with time-travel hazards.
Digital World whatever, Timeline whatever, Year whatever, Month whatever, Day whatever, Hour whatever, Minute whatever, Second whatever, Quadrant whatever...
The space-time coordinates that 'God' had thought up for the Digital Worlds was laughably simple to Dagomon, but he knew that it made targeting any space-time event for analysis or alteration simpler.
How was this being that held a complete and utter awareness of the infinitude of space and time in multiple universe comparable to a mere child, one might wonder. The answer was simple, Dagomon reflected.
Whereas ENIAC, Norn and Homeostasis knew of everything that transpired in the Digital worlds that the ancient computer had shaped, Dagomon knew of things undreamt of, even to his cherished bride, and to those three, and to his Demon Lord servants, and to the Sovereign, and the Celestial Digimon, and to absolutely everyone in the Digital and Analog Worlds.
He knew of things that no-one could know, while retaining their sanity. It was the very same knowledge that Lucemon had uncovered, which had driven him to destroy vast swathes of the multiverse, simply to feel important, or at least not inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
Dagomon knew, quite simply, of the readers of the story. He knew of his fictional nature, that no matter no how vile or horrifying his deeds were, they did not matter because they were not ultimately real.
He took comfort in that, because he knew that it meant that no-one could stop him from doing as he pleased, or try to reason with him if he did not wish it, nor could they judge him, for who could place a fictional entity on trial?
Most importantly, while they were aware of him and he was aware of them, he possessed a capability that they did not. He could hunt them down at his leisure, whenever he wished, whether they were awake or asleep, alive or dead.
"Hello," He greeted the reader, unable to entirely subdue his mirth at the devastation and torture his bride would soon bring. "'The Keeper of Worlds', was it? I am going to enjoy your torment, and your suffering, and your humiliation, and your pain. But let me assure you all that there will be despair and agony enough for everyone."
He knew however that now was not the time for such indulgences; now, it was simply his, to play the role of narrator and narrative force of the story.
As near as he himself could tell, he exposited to about a few dozens of readers including a few he thought to be too young for this sort of story, after the singularities had been sealed, the humans and Digimon returned to their appropriate universe.
The newly re-numbered thirteenth universe had been re-stabilized after Lucemon's destruction of it's twelve Destiny Stones, though how God had accomplished such a feat eluded both his knowledge and his interest.
Presumably, Dagomon thought derisively, she had thanked them for their power, for their kind hearts, for their strength of conviction, and other such trite utterances before they had gone back.
For a short time afterwards, the humans and Digimon were able to enjoy a quiet couple of weeks after many grueling battles and innumerable super-dimensional disasters. However, he was well aware that it was only ultimately temporary. With every passing word of narration, new threats to their brittle peace formed in the numerous timelines left as the author thought up more of his demented ideas.
Indeed, another such threat was currently being formed by his bride. Upon further inspection of the beachside, he corrected himself that her latest weapon was already complete.
On the beach stood Yolei, backed by Ornismon. She was garbed in a simple leather-duster that matched the color of her hair, with seemingly nothing underneath. Her lavender-pink tresses hung freely behind her, while in her eyes were a blood-red luminant ring that circled her pupils, tinging her eyes and glasses a faint crimson.
Her lips were curled in a cruel smile, her mind resolved to procure the godling children. Knowing that she might need soldiers for this venture, the newly-minted Demon Lord resolved to make use of their shared right, the right to command armies of demons and monsters.
Indeed, some of the human's memories suggested the perfect four to use...
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Human World 02, Timeline 03, Year 2006, Month 07, Day 03, 12:34, Japan, Tokyo, Ootori Elementary Roof
Kristy sighed, garbed in her usual pink-shirt-and-blue-skirt attire, in exasperation directed at her partner, who had suddenly showed up at the roof of her school. Somehow, he had managed to transform into Arresterdramon, despite that she hadn't used the Digivolution card on him in a while.
The armored dragon in question laid on the concrete, staring blankly up into the sky, as clouds drifted by.
"What are you doing here, Arresterdramon?" She asked, visibly annoyed. She was aware that Digimon and the Digital World, or at least theirs, was kinda-sorta public now, but that didn't mean that she was at ease with him walking around in public. "What if somebody sees you?"
Indeed, a rather large group of students and teachers had gathered in the yard, gawking up at the ten-metre tall dragon that had arrived on the school roof, and, of course, the girl who seemed familiar with the beast.
Unnoticed to everyone, both on the ground and on the roof, a young bespectacled woman garbed in a lavender duster strode into the school-yard. Eyeing the humans disgustedly, she decided to commence the invasion.
From underneath her coat, a shapeless dark mass poured, forming a vast blob behind her. Soon, the blob was pulled back beneath her jacket, leaving in its wake, the first wave.
On the front row were fifty identical creatures that seemed to be part human woman and part monstrous spider. The creatures had the pale-white hair and tawny-gold eyes. They hissed furiously, driven by mindless instinct, awaiting only their lord's command.
On the second row were another fifty identical creatures, though they were more reminiscent of mummies, as all were rotting corpses wrapped in bandages and animated by something other, something more, than mere flesh and bone. Both strangely and alarmingly, they all wielded large machine-guns.
On the third were creatures that were best described as demonic and undead, nightmares given form. All manner of flesh had long since withered away, revealing their scarlet bones and jet-black skulls.
Their ribs seemed crooked and bent to cling to the large orb embedded in what might once have been their torsos. They held firm holds of their staffs, preparing for battle, however unsatisfying it could prove.
On the fourth row were fifty further creatures, though these almost seemed both demonic and angelic in equal measure. They possessed the same, slender, well-endowed builds and chalky-white skin, their nipples showing through the thin black leather fabrics their bodies were garbed in.
On the fifth and final were a bird that dwarfed the entire school, poised to burn away the lifes of anyone who attempted to escape the school.
Almost immediately, the student body and teaching faculty spotted the invasion forces, screaming as they fled into the school. On the rooftop, Arresterdramon cursed loudly, his mind racing to find a way for Kristy and him to escape.
On the ground, the leader of the invasion was quick to issue orders. "Ornismon, take flight, and let no-one escape. LadyDevimon squad, cover the exits. Mummymon and Arukenimon squads, surround the school, and let no-one in or out. SkullSatamon squad, search the school for the godling children."
The troops complied immediately, as none of them wished to incur the wrath of a Demon Lord, even one as newly-minted as her. Soon after, the teachers and children trying to escape from whatever had appeared at the school found a handful of demons barring their path.
The only exception was a single teacher who had bravely attempted to try whether the back-exit was safe, only to lose his life, struck down and disintegrated utterly by a single of Ornismon's Cosmic Ray thunderbolts.
"What do we do?" Kristy asked, audibly and visibly terribly frightened by the proceedings, to her partner as the two walked down one of the school hallways.
The dragon didn't respond, instead walking with her further down the hall, which was far from reassuring to the girl. Abruptly, he froze, as the sounds of somebody marching towards them from the corner up ahead resounded through the hall.
Kristy panicked visibly, hiding behind Gumdramon, while the mini-dragon scowled, knowing that in this form, his chances of victory were slim against those things outside.
Regardless, he refused to let them harm her, tensing in anticipation of a fight. Then, their adversaries stepped into his sight, revealing themselves not to be the unfamiliar demons from outside, but a variety of Digimon that both novice-Tamer and infant-Digimon recognized well.
Towards them, a small army of PawnChessmon, clad in the black armor as well as the white armor, marched forth in rows of four, their lances pointed directly at the two.
"We-have-located-the-godling-children!" One of them droned, sounding vaguely jubilant. Kristy peeked quizzically from behind Gumdramon, wondering what they meant by that. "You-will-follow-us!"
"Right..." Gumdramon retorted dryly, wondering quickly if he could just grab Kristy and run, before remembering that they had gone down here to escape the roof. "Just outta curiosity, how many of you are there in the school?"
"Irrelevant!" Another PawnChessmon, a white one, proclaimed at him. Gumdramon drew a ragged breath, seeing only a single solution to the situation.
He'd had a few weeks to mull it over, and every time he did, it seemed like it should work, though he hoped that it did. According to BanchoLeomon and Spencer, him, Agumon, Gaomon and Lalamon were connected directly to their respective partner's DNA-Charges, which was what allowed those three to change into their Burst Mode forms at will.
"Hopefully," Gumdramon thought, while trying to tune out the pain coursing through his body. "This'll work..."
Suddenly, Kristy registered an odd noise, spotting what seemed to be a scar in-between Gumdramon's wings. Strangely, it shone a golden-white hue. Unable to form a reply to it, she watched as more of those scars appeared on his back and wings, signified by that weird sound, which she abruptly realized to be his skin cracking into pieces.
"I'll run... if I were you," Gumdramon winced, smirking despite that his forehead had cracked open, releasing the tell-tale glow. Behind him, Kristy felt the dragon tremble.
Wary of whatever the dragon was attempting, the Chessmon legion stepped back, assuming a defensive position, preparing for combat. By then, Gumdramon's tail and tail-hammer had become riddled in gleaming gashes.
"HERE GOES!" Gumdramon hollered at them, his voice resounding several corridors, informing everyone in the vicinity of his identity and presence. "GUMDRAMON WARP-DIGIVOLUTION!"
Suddenly, his body seemed to be set ablaze as it released a sphere of bright light, pushing Kristy back a few metre.
Within the sphere, Gumdramon's body contorted and twisted as it was forced to assume Arresterdramon's taller, much bulkier body. Stray trails of data hurtled wildly around him, diving into his body to shape Arresterdramon's rubber armaments.
Indicating the completion of that transformation, Arresterdramon lashed his tail. Suddenly, his figure began to shrink while his eyes became lifeless, as though the attempted Digivolution to Ultimate was failing.
However, Arresterdramon ceased to shrink when his body had become nearly half its regular size. However, his armament had changed color. Rather than the sleek-red and dark-orange they had been, they were now a dull navy-blue.
His gloves were instantly shredded from within by the forces exerted by his body, while slabs of navy-blue armor replaced them, coating his hands and fore-arms entirely.
As if to serve as fingers, five sharp metal claws extended out of his arm-guards. From the arm guards emerged identical rings of light that slowly moved up the shoulders. In their wake were now a matching pair of fluid-tanks, the purpose of which could only be guessed at.
Each fluid-tank were covered in a translucent coating, tinged a deep violet by the bubbling, boiling fluids within. Then, another pair formed on his legs, followed by a fifth and final one that replaced Arresterdramon's face.
A swirling mass of data formed a weapon, a double-tipped sleek-silvery lance, while Arresterdramon's tail-weapon gained a vast amount of bulk, the tail itself coated in several scale-like rubber platings.
Instinctively, the fully transformed humanoid dragon's clawed right pseudo-hand grabbed hold of the lance. Suddenly, the mirage-like apparition of Millenniumon appeared, enshrouding the smaller dragon.
"CYBERDRAMON!" The dragon-man hollered, announcing his name, dissipating the light around him, completing the transformation. Kristy gazed, both admiringly and befuddled, upon the Ultimate form of her partner.
He wasn't as big as Arresterdramon, though few Digimon were, but he wasn't around Dad's height anymore, like in his Gumdramon form, though he still towered over most Digimon and nearly all humans.
Suddenly, he moved to dispatch the offending PawnChessmon, moving faster than Kristy could follow or they could react. Almost immediately, the hallway was filled with Digi-Eggs, some lined with white squares and some lined with black squares.
Kristy gaped, shocked by the display.
"Kid?" The newly-transformed dragon turned around. His voice was a dispassionate snarling growl, that rended Kristy unable to answer, as she seemed rooted to the spot by it.
Then, a soft smile formed on her face. She knew that the creature looked nothing like Gumdramon, or that it sounded anything like him, but it had called him 'kid', which was all the proof, regardless of the fact that she didn't much care for the pet-name, that it was indeed him in there, no matter how strange he looked.
"Yeah?" Kristy answered cheerfully.
"How about we go for a bit of a menacing walk, and take back your school?" Cyberdramon suggested.
Firstly, I would like to make it known that Dagomon's opinions are not mine, and secondly, I would like to state that my ideas are not demented; 'demented' would imply that they lack an inherent logic.
1) As for the Cyberdramon thing, if it could be the Ultimate/Perfect (5) of one purple-hided dragon, why not another?
