Screwy Tangled Webs I dream
Chapter 8: Dreams of not quite an epilogue
By Firehedgehog

Yeah, the world... worlds? Were saved.

Whooo hoo, pull out the party hats.

Takato took a nap on top of TK's head, he was so tired that his ear wings hurt.

He was so tired he didn't even wake up when they headed back to the real world, and when he woke up the next day the world seemed to be moving at a snails pace with no goal.

Depressed, he was depressed.

In the anime, it would have leapt to years later of a happy ending where there was no more darkness and everyone was lovely dovey.

Please don't make him live though how many years of boredom, and he was hoping those future Digimon of Tk's kids weren't his kids.

His thoughts wandered to his human life.

He wondered how Guilmon was, the red rookie had hopefully moved on by now. He missed the goofy bread head, the viral type had changed his life so much. There was Rika, his crush on her would never be answered if she liked him too.

His parents... oh god, his parents must think him dead by now.

It hurt to think of Shinjuku, where his many friends must have graduated and gone to college, married or more.

Takato... No Patamon, he should think of himself as Patamon now since his past as Takato might as well be dead.

Worse, was the thoughts that TK and the others would hate him if they found out the truth about him now.

He both loved and hated being Patamon.

Was this karma for that day so long ago, when he tried to create a new digivolution for Guilmon.

A tear slipped down his face, and he let himself sleep for as long as he could.

In TK's pocket, his digivice glowed briefly then stopped.

PROGRAM UPDATE

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