For the Digimon Flash Bingo 904 - character: Puppetmon
37. Game Face
Pinocchimon grins and cocks his hammer, not even having to look.
Ready… Aim… Fire!
Bullets fly and Bagra punks fly with them until they explode. Hah! Serves them right! See if they take his home again!
He hefted his hammer and swung to crack the train tracks.
Never again. They wanted to get him, they'd have to do better than this! Only way they'd get him was if he died. No loyal servant outta him! Not even his friends would get him. Not even they'd get… him…
He snorted to himself and limped back into his home. What friends? Traitors, really. They'd ratted him out more than not and those that didn't were just afraid. He didn't need cowards either!
He wasn't lonely! Did his face say that? Did this grin of metal teeth say anything but power? He didn't think so!
He put his hammer away and tried to sleep, tried to grin with his eyes closed.
Both were a long time in coming.