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Session 53

Glass Walls pt 1: Biased Perception

Cutemon opened his eyes.

Once more, he found himself within in a concrete prison cell. It was quite pleasant, with the only comfort being a cot bolted to the wall with a large wool blanket. Other than that, the only major thing it had was a metal toilet. At the very least, it was better than sleeping outside, where your body could easily be ravaged by both the armed digimon forces or the handful of humans not contained within a survival bunker.

"Still in bunny hell." the rabbit whispered and took a deep breath. "Good. It still hasn't woken up yet."

Cutemon carefully tiptoed over to his target. In many ways, he hated doing this. But at the same time, there was no other way around it.

Healing Glow!

The rabbit touched his cellmate, watching as the patient convulsed in painful agony. The subject appeared to be one of the author's dimensional assistants, more specifically Usagi Renja. Only now, tentacle-like masses hung from her back as her hands appeared to be covered in small thin spikes. Her hair looked synthetic, with the once green locks now looking more brown.

"The scent of that whore still clings tightly to you." he added as gaze shifted back a couple inches. "A magnificent shame if you ask me. Having 'descended' from her, one would have expected such a fine ruler. Instead, "

Usagi didn't answer, the pain still brimming throughout her body. It was what one called 'progress' in Cutemon's book. Even if it he probably could clarify what sort of disease he was 'curing'.

"What do you mean?" Cutemon whispered as Usagi finally stopped convulsing. "I am just doing my job."

With that, sleeping beauty began to move around on the cot, which was then followed by the opening of hollow emerald eyes.

"Another wonderful fucking day in paradise." the former dimensional servant whispered as her gaze focused towards the brownish roof of this box. "Oh, you're here."

Usagi then sat herself up and stared towards the wall, muttering something incomprehensible under her breath. And while the author didn't quite understand it, he suspected he already knew. For as much as things change, the more they stay the same.

"So it was you who was healing my wounds." Usagi added and revealed a wide grin of razor-sharp teeth. "While I would thank you, the fact that you're my next meal seems much more interesting."

Cutemon cautiously took a step back and sighed. He always hated this part of the day. He would run and Usagi would give chase as a form of 'healthy exercise' according to the Gostelows.

"Healthy excercise my ass." the rabbit thought and dashed out of the cell, making sure he closed the door behind him. Outside, he was greeted by a set of white walls and floor. While these appeared to be solid, it was actually just thick white gas sandwiched between a glass floor and some unknown substance capable of holding that sort of thing in. Not that he really had a full grasp on how this worked, having spent his entire education being taught how to care for his patients and how to scream.

"Ahem."

Cutemon turned around, finding the towering figure of a man now standing in front of him. The person in question was dressed quite lightly, wearing just a pair of pants and a white lab coat. His only feet protection appeared to be a pair of white sneakers with matching socks, truly going well with his short blonde hair and blue eyes. He didn't even take the time to even introduce himself and instead using that time to open the unlocked cell door and grab our protagonist by the ears, flinging him against a far-off wall. This still unnamed man then slammed the door shut behind him, still denying the readers the privilege of knowing the simple phrase that was supposedly unique to him.

"Jerk." Cutemon whispered and carefully peeled his body off the wall. Strangely, all the impact did was make a loud thud and vibrate the glass a little bit. "Did your mother treat your associates that way?!"

In retrospect, accepting their offer of this job was kind of stupid in the first place. All it had done was make a potential scapegoat when the time came. After all, the road of hell is said to be paved with good intentions, each one a scapegoat at one point or another.

Almost on cue, the screams began within this wretched place. There was something nonhuman about the sound, possibly tied to whatever the man was doing to Usagi. Even in her depowered state, all she had really lost was her powers and some of her strength. In hindsight, that prob-

Before the author could even finish his sentence, the man exited the cell with wide grin. It was sort of expression that could never bode well now. Whatever this person had done,

"I should really thank you, author. If it weren't for that little decision all those cycles ago, The Order wouldn't be in such an advantageous position..."

As this still unnamed man babbled, Cutemon looked towards the camera with a look of complete WTF. It was the sort of vague look that could be easily misinterpreted for a variety of different facial expressions, yet easily findable within this multiverse. At best, it was a face of both confusion, anger and sadness all rolled up into one slightly cohesive package.

"Truly a shame." he whispered and turned his attention back towards the cell. "First she gets 'cursed' with the scent of that whore and now this to top it all off. I guess I'll have to help this time around."

Cutemon took a deep breath and stepped towards the enclosure. While the odds of him were vastly not in his favor, that didn't matter right now. At most, he had only a couple of minutes to come up with some sort of loose plan to follow to make up for his lack of strength. While there probably existed numerous ways one could go in this situation, one plan in particular came to mind. While not the greatest or the most foolproof one out of the whole bunch, it would work nicely.

"Only one chance to pull this off." he thought and ducked, watching as the solid metal door from his cell was quickly approaching. He sidestepped to the left, watching as the hunk of metal connected with a nearby wall, causing cracks to form all around upon the wall as his gaze focused on the thrower.

Words can not possibly even truly describe what Usagi now looked like. At best, it looked quite similar to those digital eldritch monstrosities that one could 'possibly' encounter within the deeper reaches of the dark ocean. Not that you could, since they have the curiosity of Izuru Kamukura.

Healing Glow!

Cutemon ran towards the opponent and gave them a slight tap. Afterwards, he dashed a couple feet down the hall. While only a miniscule damage was been done, it had managed to get the attention of Usagi. Heck, it was just like before. Only it was more dangerous and unpredictable now. But that just came with the job.

DoruPted spaY?

Usagi opened her mouth and some sort of black liquid shot out, forcing the rabbit to jump into the air to avoid it. Strangely, the room now smelled like black licorice.

"Crap." Cutemon thought as he made a quick glance to the ground, noticing the sudden lack of a portion of the floor. So he just jumped onto the wall as white smoke began filling this area of the bunker. "If I give up now, this will all be for nothing."

He took another deep breath and sighed. Which each step, the rabbit was inviting in the risk of being gassed and possibly dying all alone in this bunker. But at the same time though, so too were his chances of his plan succeeding. The thought of that filled him with determination, with just so happen to coincide with a bright beam of light engulfing him.

Cutemon infusion digivolve too… Olrumon!

In the place of the pink rabbit, now stood a slightly taller whitish gray rabbit creature. It was dressed quite elegantly, having decided upon just a vest and a pair of shorts. A microphone along with a medicine bag hung by its right side, which went with the headphones hanging around its neck.

Scanning…

Olrumon

Champion, Data

Special Moves: Cleansing Melody, Boulder Song

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Olrumon: So I'm a singer now. Okay...

Usagi: WtF?! yAu,RO 3Re+ cuter n0-?

Olrumon: Great. She's even more broken now.

Scan Complete.

Boulder Song!

Chunks of rock now floated in the air around Olrumon, who gave the projectiles a wave as he hummed some sort of tune into the microphone. He watched as they slammed into his opponent, slowing them down a tiny bit. While not a massive improvement with the gas in the air, it was enough to get him a bit further.

"Almost there." he thought as the two finally reached a bend within the hallway.

Cleansing Melody!

Unlike Boulder Song, small green music notes floated around Olrumon and seemed to be playing some unknown song. While the music couldn't be identified, it felt quite soothing and refreshing. It was the sort of boost one needed when they were in the home stretch and ready to give up.

d3strAja!

Black energy began to swirl around Usagi's fist, with the space around it beginning to 'curve', risking the possibility of another rift between dimensions. Olrumon stopped and shook his head, making a quick glance towards where they had come from. While the gas was catching up, he still had some time.

"Once more, you doom yourself to your fate." the rabbit mocked and turned the corner, finding a large circular metal door with one of those valve handles. "Did you ever learn from your predecessors, Hera and Death? Oh wait! If you had, I doubt we wouldn't be in this situation."

Usagi didn't answer, instead deciding to just watch Olrumon close the large door behind her as a small rift between dimensions formed …

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Unlike the hallway Olrumon had just came from, the room he currently found himself in actually seemed to make some sense. In this case, brown stone walls with a comfy dirt-like floor. There, a familiar robot girl sat on the ground playing a game of poker against herself. Somehow she was losing.

"Chacha." the rabbit idol whispered and walked over to her. "It's me, Cutemon. Sorta. I digivolved and becames"

Chacha looked up from her game and examined the rabbit, cracking an awkward smile afterwards.

"It's good to see you." Chacha whispered and pushed all of her cards into one neat pile. "After you and Polly went missing about a year ago, things have been kinda boring."

Notes:

Interesting, very interesting.

Yes, everyone in the Digitalverse is now a year older. Not that it really changes anything for now.

Last chapter before I head into transitions. Once my schedule is a bit more concrete, I'll probably start work on the next chapter.

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Next Time!: The gift, the rabbit and the massacre...