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Session 95
Belly of the beast
Yokozamon was afraid.
Even as he stood within the empty halls of this abandoned building, something told him he had fucked up. Yet to what extreme seemed to elude him.
"You're probably wondering why you're here, aren't you?" a voice called as a spotlight was shined down upon him. "Just come this way."
A series of small white circles appeared in front of him, guiding the yak along. Of course, he had his minigun out just in case. After all, you probably be on edge too if you were just dropped into some void without a clue of how you got there or any recollection of why someone would want to drop you into such a place. But I digress.
"You're almost there!" the voice encouraged, even if it made Yokozamon trust whoever was on the other end even less. "Just a little bit further!"
As the voice said that, Yokozamon stopped.
"Why should I keep walking?" he inquired, hoping for an answer of some sort.
"Don't you want to know the truth?" the voice taunted, only for Yokozamon to turn around and make his way back towards where he started.
"About what?" Yokozamon countered as he slipped his minigun onto his back. "You have to be more specific when you're talking about truth."
"Fine then!" the voice shouted and cleared their throat. "How about, the truth about you."
Yokozamon rolled his eyes and continued to walk.
"I'm probably some experiment either created by the Tanaka's or the Order themselves." Yokozamon answered and took a deep breath. "But you can prove me wrong if you want. I'm all ears."
For a minute or two, silence seemed to fill the air and brought with it a relative peace. Of course, he doubted it would last that long and used the opportunity to get a round or two of klondike in. And while he was quite rusty, he actually managed to win a game. Even if the voice was probably waiting for him to finish his game in order to continue their spiel.
"This just in! You've won a boat!" the voice announced, having decided to switch her method up.
"And what would I do with a boat?" Yokozamon responded.
"I don't know? Boat things."
"That doesn't answer my question!" the yak shouted and pulled his minigun back out. "At the very least, you could suggest some sort of activity I could use the dang thing for."
"Hmm…" the voice answered and attempted to do a bit more pondering. Though, it sounded more like a group of people attempting to sell him a bunch of crap that he didn't want and/or need in this situation. He would buy a way out of this place though.
"Oh, we have one of those."
"Do tell." Yokozamon remarked and awaited their response. "And don't say that it requires me dying, my soul or anything that's a combination of the two."
"Why of course, we're all good people here." the voice explained as Yokozamon reached his starting point and discovered that the hallway continued on. At the very least, a short part without the roof would be nice. If nothing else, know that the sky at least existed would be slightly helpful.
"It does and it's blue." the voice responded as he continued, choosing to shut it out. Instead, he pretended that he was outside taking in the potentially nice weather. He could hear the pretend birds chirping and the fake bees buzzing all about. There was even a fake ice cream truck serving up imaginary M&M ice cream cookies free of charge. Yokozamon took one and ate it without a second thought, tossing the wrapper into the garbage. Afterwards, he returned to reality and took a deep breath. If his theory was correct, he was possibly at the back side of this building. Though it was more of a hunch than anything else, brought about by a strange feeling of deja vu. Or possibly some repressed memory that somehow existed in him. Either one would work at this point.
Charging Strike!
Yokozamon dashed forward and swung his minigun at the air.
Hellfire!
Heckfire!
Hotshot!
Of course, his opponents responded with gunfire of all sorts.
Overkill!
The yak made quick work of them, making sure to strip their weapons of any ammunition, just in case. At least here, the building looked partially intact and had been reinforced for at least any attempt at a sneak attack. The only real furniture appeared to be a single desk and a couple of office chair to uncomfortably sit in. Or in other words, a makeshift waiting room for Astamon.
Or would've, if they hadn't decided to pack tommy guns to a minigun fight.
"Good riddance." Yokozamon whispered and searched the desk, finding a leaflet of sorts.
Betrayal: 10 ways to deal with a double-crossing Astamon
He rolled his eyes and opened the piece of paper up.
At many points in your journey, you may suspect that your Astamon is planning to betray you. By that point, it probably already has to some capacity. Here are ten ways to amend this fact.
1. If you confidently know that your Astamon has betrayed you, kill it. He/She should leave behind a fresh Digi-Egg to continue the partnership.
2. If you've tried that and their spawn still double crosses them, repeat step one and follow it up by smashing their digi-egg. While you're down a digimon, look at it as a second chance.
3. If the previous two ways have not resulted in your desired result or your Astamon has gotten their hands on either a cloning machine or a doppelganger, you must question their copy/copies for the location of the original and redo the first two steps.
4. If you done all that and still can't find your devilish Astamon, it is possible that he/she is currently in another dimension. As such, you should gather a group of individuals and storm the place of operations. Afterwards, complete steps 1 & 2.
5. If that hasn't worked, he is possibly invisible. Contact your local mage and have them reveal your unseen partner. Repeat steps 1 & 2.
6 If you catch your Astamon in the act of betraying you and is poisoning your food, force him to eat the tainted meal. If you're lucky he'll expire and you'll be able to do step 2.
7. If the poison does not kill your Astamon, you must force him to choke. This is done by knocking him to the ground and standing on his neck.
8. If somehow those previous methods have failed, you should slit his throat. Afterwards, repeat step 2.
9. If the first eight methods have not worked for you, focus all your happiness and corrupt it into hate. Shoot it out in a big beam of hate, hopefully resulting in the Astamon dying.
10. If all that doesn't work, it is recommended that you commit suicide in the hopes that the Astamon would also do the same.
Once that the task is completed, it is recommended that you dispose of yourself and your partner for allowing such an act to occur.
Yokozamon tore the leaflet to shreds and ate it. All it had done was really make him want to kick whoever's ass was behind this.
The waiting room funneled him into a hallway, where various posters advertised against dating another woman, especially those capable of turning into creatures of any sort. Included, was a quite graphic picture of what appeared to be a naked girl around Alice's age that appeared to have gotten mutilated by an unknown person. He carefully pulled each one down and ripped it apart with his minigun.
"Miss Elena…" he whispered and attempted to not get any thoughts of the gale corsair on his mind. She was at best an oddity, brought forth by circumstance outside of her control. To some extent, her birth was similar to his own and Alice's. Unintentionally or not, something had blossom between the two girls held strong even in the face of death. It was the sort of thing one could fight for even when it all seemed to be lost.
Finally, this hallway gave way to a new room, seeming to have been pulled from an entirely different tileset than he had just walked through. Though the only real difference was a slightly dark floor with black rose petals scattered about while some nice-looking desk sat in the middle of it all. A single Astamon was currently manning it, having only been armed with a microphone of all things. Vulcanusmon would definitely not improve such a sight, especially after this one decided that using his tommy gun as a makeshift flowerpot for a bouquet of white lilies and purple violets, though they were probably a gift from someone special or perhaps as a treat this 'champion' bought with their own money.
"Wait, you people are actually getting paid?" Yokozamon inquired and got a shrug from the digimon. "Then where did those flowers come from?"
"Some cactus brought them here one day." the astamon answered as he handed them over. "Though, something tells me you'll probably make much better use of them than me."
Yokozamon was the handed the bouquet, which he carefully set down for the moment.
"So I'm guessing you're the one behind all those stupid messages earlier?" he inquired and watched his potential opponent reach for his tommy gun. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Why not?"
Yokozamon pulled his minigun up and fired a short burst, somehow managing to miss his opponent's head.
Firehell!
Unlike the other astamon, this one seemed to have a knack for shooting actual fireballs out of his gun. Not that they actually did any fire damage to him and was more for aesthetics than anything.
Overkill!
He made short work of the opponent, spitting on their corpse afterwards and picked the flowers up. Afterwards, his focus turned to the desk.
Inside was another pamphlet, but the yak chose to eat this one as well. It was quite likely that it was just a rehash of the previous one. Minus the whole 'smashing the digi-egg' obsession.
All that was left to do now was to head towards the sole exit, which had been closed off by a wooden door. A charging strike later, a pile of wasted lumber remain and revealed its secret.
In this case, a generic room with what appeared to be digi-eggs scattered about was his reward.
"I would've preferred those ice cream sandwiches." Yokozamon muttered and rolled his eyes, making an effort to not step on any of the digi-eggs. But as he did that, a portal appeared and sucked him through…
Notes:
And so, we've just about reached the end of this arc. Though, we're still a bit away from our heroes taking on the Tanaka's...
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Next time: Suiko was alone.