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Session 87

Freed from here

It been a long time since the classroom had been gifted guests. And while it couldn't really express how it felt at the moment, the room probably would have made some sort of celebratory sound.

But for the spy turkey currently tapped in here, it was anything but. He took a deep breath and searched for his gun, only to find it gone.

"Wonderful." Consligmon thought and took a deep breath afterwards. His focus then fell upon the pistol and the note, which seemed to just taunt him with each passing second. He carefully picked up the revolver, giving the barrel a slight push and watched it slide out. Currently, six bullets sat comfortably in the chamber and awaited their use. Afterwards, he slid the chamber back in and returned his attention to the note.

Shoot Me

Very carefully, he pointed the revolver towards the note and fired, watching the round pierce through both the note and the desk itself. The world began to spin around as everything started to take on a blurry texture only for his vision to go black.

When it did finally return to him, he was still stuck in the classroom. The gun sat in the same position as before, with the note still taunting him. Heck, the only notable change to the layout was the inclusion of a chalkboard. For the moment, it hung empty in the taunting silence that seemed to love this place. He was fairly certain that something would eventually appear on it, but what exactly was the mystery at the moment.

"Wonderful." Consligmon whispered and got up from the desk, attempting to take his surroundings in. The room wasn't anything to really write home about, with it's hardwood floors and felted walls. Outside of the desk and the chalkboard, there was just a door to break up the walls. And even that didn't seem to do much in the way of livening up the room.

The spy turkey gave the doorknob a slight twist, finding it to actually work for once. On the other side, he found himself within a hallway. While decorated in a similar fashion to the previous room (minus the chalkboard), someone had taken the time to install some nice glass jars with cinnamon candles inside. Adding to the total disconnect between rooms were signs marking out of the various areas of this 'complex'. Currently, Consligmon was standing in front of the door marked as 'Classroom'. Further down the hall was a sign labeled 'Bedroom #1' followed by a wall painted to looked like a brick wall.

He casually made his way over to the door and attempted to pull his gun out, only to find the revolver from earlier in its place.

"Wonderful." Consligmon whispered and carefully opened the door. Inside, the flooring and wall covering had not been continued into here.

He was instead greeted with harvest gold walls and a cream-colored carpet. A bed and nightstand sat by the wall, with a sole lightbulb swinging about in some sort of nonexistent breeze.

"Oh right. This was the place where we got trapped in for a bit." Consligmon whispered and took a deep breath. He remembered the events just like yesterday, though that could be due to them being so recent in the road that was this adventure.

At the time, Alice and Elena were in some sort of 'coma' and him and the other digimon were guests. Things had went quite downhill, with it all culminating in a short stand-off with the original occupants. That was mostly Yokozamon using overkill to finish it in a single move. In retrospect, there were probably other options to solve this situation. But it wouldn't have really changed the outcome that much. After, their masters would probably wake up and they would head onwards.

His gaze focused on the nightstand, where an envelope awaited him. He carefully made his way over and opened it up, finding a second note.

Understand Me

"Understand me?" Consligmon thought and rolled his eyes. He set the note down and pulled the revolver out, pushing the barrel out. Compared to the last time he had checked, only five bullets resided there now. "It all leads back to you, doesn't it?"

The spy turkey exited the room and made his way down the hall, choosing to stop at the brick wall. Once he got there, he pulled the revolver out and took a deep breath, firing the gun off mere seconds later. The bullet ricocheted right off the wall and slammed into him, bringing a swift and unexpected end to him.

Consligmon opened his eyes.

He was back in the classroom, sitting in the sole desk. The note and revolver were gone, having been replaced with a pinkish purple purse. He then made a quick glance down at himself, finding the body of a human girl instead of that of a spy turkey. Said girl was dressed in a purple corset and long skirt combo, which had the addition of pink opera gloves and boots to complete the outfit.

"Wonderful." 'Consligmon' responded and turned his attention to the purse, dumping it onto the desk. He had expected to find a variety of documents and stuff related to the woman he was currently impostering.

Four revolver bullets and the 'Understand Me' note. That was all he managed to pull out of the bag.

"How disappointing. I should pro-" before he could complete that thought, he stopped himself. "I know what you're trying to do, aren't you? It takes more than that, place!"

If the compound could speak, it would've probably thrown a fit. But since it hadn't been upgraded with the ability to emote, it decided to ignore the pleas of the turkey.

Of course, Consligmon dashed out of the room and into the hallway. The 'brick' wall had been removed, revealing three more rooms. All of which labeled Bedroom #2, Bedroom #3 and Bedroom #4 respectively. At the end of that hall, was the void. Of course, some asshole had put a floating 'target' for one to hit for some reason.

After seeing that, Consligmon was tempted to flip off the sky. But he doubted that would do anything in this situation.

"It probably make the situation worse." he thought and took a deep breath. The spy turkey casually made his way towards the edge of the hall, digging a bullet out of the bag. Very carefully, he stared out towards the void, attempting to make out anything else within all the black.

"You hate me, don't you? I don't blame you for it. Especially since I'm in your shoes right now." he remarked and closed his eyes, only to have his head filled with mean thoughts related to himself. Though, that could be chalked to the actual hive queen unintentionally transmitting that message during a rehearsal.

With that out of the way, he flung the bullet at the target and watched it shatter.

Afterwards, the world began to spin all about and went black.

For the third time now, Consligmon awoke in the desk.

"Let's do this." he whispered and made a quick glance down, finding he was back in his own body. The revolver had returned, with a new note this time.

Free Us

He took a deep breath and slid the chamber out, finding three bullets. He gave the gun a slight flick, watching the gun return to normal. He focused on the chalkboard, which displayed a colored-in circle. Below, someone or perhaps something had labeled it as '100% complete?'.

The spy turkey charged out of the room, finding himself in the hallway once again. Unlike the previous visits, the faint sounds of music echoed throughout and the hole had been replaced with one final door. This one was labeled 'storage', though one could doubt that was what it was actually being 'used' for.

It didn't take him that long to reach the end of the hall. He gave the door a slight tap, mostly to make sure that the piece of wood was an actual door and not some sort of twisted illusion to make him fall to his death again.

"Here goes." he whispered and pushed the door open, only to slam it shut and take a deep breath. "Fuck."

Consligmon cracked the door open and held the revolver out in one hand.

"I'm sorry, guys."

Conslig Special!

A grenade and bullet combo later, freedom was granted to those housed in this madhouse. Off course, it cost Consligmon his life as well.

Once more, he opened his eyes.

But this time, it was not the classroom that greeted him, but a light blue 'void' with a single eye.

"Hello Consligmon." a voice greeted as the spy turkey looked himself over. While the revolver was still in place of his usual gun, everything seemed to be normal.

"Uh… hi?" Consligmon greeted as he focused his gaze on the floating 'eye' thing. "I guess you're not happy with me?"

"Happy? Why of course I am!" the voice answered as the eye focused in on the turkey. "What would make you think that?"

Consligmon took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Because I and whoever else living here are stuck in a cycle of life and death."

The eye did it's own equivalent of a double-take, seeming to shake all about afterwards.

"No… that can't be true!" the voice shouted as the room began to shake about. "You are a liar! Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar!"

Consligmon rolled his eyes and fired off a single shot, managing to hit the eye. Afterwards, he pointed the revolver near his head and fired.

Yet, he still stood there, alive.

"I did it." he mumbled and turned around, finding a portal awaiting him. He ran on through as his usual gun appeared back on him…

Notes:

I actually like how this chapter turned out, mostly since it turned into an unintentional Halloween chapter. Oh well. Finally wrapped up Consligmon's story somewhat. Which is one less thing to worry about.

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Next Time: We see the other side of the Papermoon...