Kari,
Hate to break this to you, but things aren't going to change. You could try bestiality with a digimon or go goth, It wouldn't change anything at all. You created this box and now, you must live with it.
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"Live with it?" Kari shouted, crumpling up the response. "Truly useless advice from an idiot."
She opened the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out a large kitchen knife.
Kari exited her apartment, taking a deep breath. There was no going back now, or ever. The knife sat between both of her hands, ready to be used. The trip down would be the biggest test. There, the targets would be.
"Hi Kari!"
"How are you doing?"
She always found the voices of the two boys annoying and irritating. Somehow, neither one seemed to notice the knife at all.
"Wonderful, just wonderful." Kari answered, stabbing her knife into Davis. The digidestined slumped to the ground, with TK following suit...
Notes:
What? Were you expecting something happy? Sometimes things aren't that simple...