I don't own digimon.
Character: Dagomon
Universe: Dear Internet
Notes:
With it currently being Monocon at the Dark Ocean, a certain eldrich being takes a break.
Chapter 33
Day-off
Dagomon sighed.
He had planned to do the usual duties of the day. The ultimate probably would have, if there weren't currently ten gazillion robot bears out to kill him and his scubamon army that is.
"What a wonderful day this turned out to be." his advisor added and the demonic digimon turned to face the creature. A small letorramon sat before him, quite afraid of his coming fate. "What is it that you want of me, master?"
Dagomon took a deep breath and motioned for the turtle to leave. For the moment, he needed some time to himself and think. As much as he could be doing something truly evil while his master was busy, Dagomon wanted to do something else.
That, and the flood of robot bears were currently making it nearly impossible to accomplish his job.
Reluctantly, the ultimate digimon made his way into the kitchen. It was a quite plain room, with a just as featureless walls and floor. Strangely, Dagomon stopped at a cupboard door and headed through.
"What would I like to drink today?" he thought, gazing over towards the back of the humongous room. All sorts of booze lined the walls of the small cabinet, each one an exquisite treat for a day like today. "I know."
His tentacles grasped onto a twelve pack of beer cans. While not the most exquisite drink he could have, it just seemed to fit his current mood. Dagomon then left the kitchen and walked down the hall, picking up one of those collapsible lawn chairs as he headed towards the stairs.
"It's like they say. It's five o'clock somewhere."
The mega quickly climbed up the stairs, finding himself upon a monotone balcony. There, Dagomon unfolded his massive chair and sat himself down. He then popped open a cold one, observing the chaos unfolding below him.