Going On
It was one day after Kyason and Myradith's first date. Kyason became really happy since then. But not at this moment, for he and Eeveemon were getting ready to fight another Digimon that appeared.
"Eeveemon!" said Kyason, "Watch out!" "A BlackGatomon!" said Eeveemon. They encountered a black cat-like Digimon. "Don't worry! I'll get it!" said Eeveemon. "I heard rumors about black cats," said Kyason as Eeveemon charged into action.
"I got this naughty kitty," said Eeveemon. That's when the BlackGatomon jumped out of Eeveemon's way, and aimed at Kyason. "Oh no," said Kyason as the BlackGatomon landed on his face and scratched it. His face now has three red scratches. Eeveemon landed and looked at Kyason's face. "Sorry about that," he said.
"That's okay," said Kyason, "I've always had cats scratching me when I was young." "Anyway," said Eeveemon, "We have to stop BlackGatomon before it causes more cat problems!" "Right," said Kyason, scratched but determined, "Let's go!"
So Kyason and Eeveemon ran into the BlackGatomon. "All right, you bad cat," said Eeveemon, "Where were we?" That's when BlackGatomon dashed towards Eeveemon and got into a catfight.
"Go for it!" said Kyason. "Trying not to get scratched here," said Eeveemon, continuing the fight. But BlackGatomon got away from Eeveemon and jumped onto Kyason again and scratched his face even more.
"Oh man!" he screamed, "Angry cat!" BlackGatomon jumped off of Kyason's face after scratching it. "That's enough!" said Eeveemon, "Metal spray!" Eeveemon blasted BlackGatomon with his metal needles, paralyzing it.
"That's the way!" said Kyason. "Thanks!" said Eeveemon, "Time to finish it off! Demon shot!" Eeveemon blasted BlackGatomon into smithereens. "That's that," said Eeveemon. "Good job, Eeveemon," said Kyason and he attempted to pat Eeveemon. "Kyason! Wait!" said Eeveemon the moment he placed his right hand on Eeveemon's metal collar fur.
"Ow!" Kyason pulled his hand away; he saw metal needles stuck in his hand. "Sorry," said Eeveemon, "I forgot to relax my fur." "Ow, ow, ow!" said Kyason, "This is fantastic. Ow. I went on a date with my new girlfriend. Ow. And this happens to me. Ow. And it has to happen after dealing with a vampire guy. Ow. With a scratched face."
"Sorry," said Eeveemon. "Don't worry, Eeveemon," said Kyason, "I'm not blaming you. Ow." Just then, Myradith appeared. "Oh," said Kyason, "Hey, Myradith. Ow."
Myradith looked at Kyason's face. "Are you all right," said Myradith. "Yes," said Kyason, "I had a cat scratch." Then Myradith looked at Kyason's right hand. "You got needles in your hand," said Myradith. "Yeah," said Kyason, "I know. Ow." Myradith just stared at Kyason's hand.
"Uh, could you," said Kyason, "Ow!" Kyason was about to ask Myradith to pull out the needles from his had, but Myradith had already started pulling out the needles. "Kyason," said Myradith. "Yes?" asked Kyason. "Thanks for going out with me yesterday," said Myradith.
"No problem," said Kyason, "I am glad to go out on our date." "Me too," said Myradith. After Myradith pulled out all of the metal needles from Kyason's hand, she took out her first aid kit. She then bandaged the scratches on Kyason's face. "Thanks," said Kyason, "For helping me."
"It's okay," said Myradith, "I'm happy to help." "It's okay," said Kyason. "Uh, the needles were my fault," said Eeveemon. "I know," said Myradith. Myradith finished up bandaging Kyason's face. "Anyway," said Myradith, "I got to get home. Zephyrmon is waiting for me." "All right," said Kyason. Just then, Myradith kissed Kyason on his cheek and then she left. "Yes," said Kyason, "Thanks." A few minutes later.
"Hey, Kyason!" a familiar voice called out. It was Terry's voice. "Hey, Kyason," said Stew. "Hey, Terry and Stew!" said Kyason. "Great to see you again!" said Stew. "Yeah!" said Kyason, "Me too!" Both Stew and Terry saw the bandages on Kyason's face.
"Whoa," said Terry, "Did a cat scratch you?" "Yeah," answered Kyason, "Something like that." "Anyway," said Stew, "I was thinking of a story." "I think I have one," said Terry. While Terry and Stew talked about stories, Kyason remained silent.
"Can I tell my friends that Myradith is my new girlfriend?" Kyason thought to himself. So he said, "Why don't we talk about stories?" "Like a story," said Stew, "Like, I don't know. A economic disaster story." "Well," said Kyason, "I'm not familiar with that one." "That's okay," said Stew, "What about one about Looney Tunes?"
Meanwhile, near a river, the same river that Kyason and Myradith were at on their date, the enemy, Myotismon, or the remains of Myotismon was crawling on the ground. Myotismon's body had been severely damaged by the attacks of Eeveemon and Zephyrmon. "I am going to kill those kids!" he screamed, "I'm going to murder them!"
"Oh look who's here," said a mocking voice. It was the same voice that taunted him the day before his demise. "I said shut your mouth!" screamed Myotismon. "Oh no way," said the voice.
Myotismon turned to where the voice was coming from. "I told you to shut your mouth!" he screamed at a clown character, "Piedmon you worthless junk!" "Oh," said Piedmon, "What worthless junk? Nothing or you?"
"That tears it!" screamed Myotismon and he tried to charge at Piedmon. However, while doing so, fragments of his body breaks apart second by second. "All right you mess of bats and data," said Piedmon, "You're pathetic and you're lame. Besides, your time is up."
"I refuse to listen you!" screamed Myotismon. "Oh way," said Piedmon. Piedmon grabbed Myotismon by his neck and lifted him up high in the air.
"You are the worst actor that had ever lived," said Piedmon in a taunting voice, "You lack comedy, and I will lead the army. You're out of date and out of action. I will turn those two kids and their Digimon into dust, not you. So goodbye. With a Trump Sword!" With that,
Piedmon took one of his four swords, charged it up with lightning and fatally slashed Myotismon with it, destroying him completely. Piedmon then saw nothing in front of him. There was nothing left of Myotismon. "And now, comedy time!" said Piedmon, "For those kids, who will die!"
