I don't own digimon.

Characters: Ken/Yolei

Universe: 'Digitalverse'/02

Notes:

A bonus chapter for AWC, this one being a Mishy's secret santamon gift. That and the next big 'chapter' is coming tomorrow at the time of writing this.

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Yolei Inoue wasn't sure what to think at this particular moment.

For one, she hadn't been expecting Ken Ichijouji of all people to send her an email. Secondly, he wanted to get to know her better for some reason.

"Ready to go?" she remarked to her partner, watching Poyomon give his best attempt at a nod. Probably didn't help that his body was his head. "Awesome. Digi-Port Open!"

She pointed her D-3 towards the computer and the two were sucked in. One quick clothing change and digivolution later, they found themselves at their destination: A random set of plains in the digital world. Filled with dead bodies.

"Are you certain this is the right place, Miss Yolei?" Hawkmon inquired, only to watch his partner pull out a knife.

"What do you me-" before Hawkmon could finish his sentence, he was sliced in two.

"Much better." Yolei thought and let out a deep breath. "Time to find Ken."

Right on cue, Ken ran up.

"There you are!" the digidestined of kindness announced, only to notice the now bloody knife in Yolei's hands. "Please don't kill me…"

"Why would I do that?" Yolei answered and held the knife up. "I want to be with you, of course."

Ken didn't answer, choosing instead to hold his hand up to head. He had kind of hoped that Yolei would at least have some normal part of her, but that was not the case. That was the gamble of alternate universes.

"Can we at least do this in such a way that doesn't scare the viewers?" Ken inquired and got a confused look.

"The what?"

Ken shook his head and shrugged. It was going to be a long day.

"So what are going to do?"

Ken pointed towards a nearby cluster of control spires and watched Yolei run off, knife in hand. He reluctantly followed right behind, mostly to make sure that she didn't die or do something catastrophic that would endanger both worlds.

Though for the moment, things were going alright. He had counted the dead bodies beforehand. The dead human body count had chang-

As the author pointed that out, Yolei blew herself on a landmine and a new Yolei appeared.

"There you are!" she announced and seemed to ignore the large amount of dead bodies around them. "I'm off to destroy those spires!"
This time, the digidestined made it the destination without getting blown up. Ken had followed right behind, unsure of what to make of this.

"Ooooo!" Yolei announced as she pointed to something out in the distance, which appeared to be a makeshift spa and hotel. "Let's check that place out!"
"How about… no." Ken answered and placed a hand on Yolei's shoulder, only for it to get him a slap. "What was that for?!"

"Take a risk, you emo punk!"

First off, that's my insult. And secondly, that makes absolutely no sense.

"Uh… who are you?"

Why, I'm the narrator of course.

"Please leave." Ken ordered as Yolei gave him a confused glance.

"Who are you talking too?"

"God."
"Tell him I say hi."

"Uh… hi?" Ken announced and got no response back. "What did you expect to happen, stupid?!"

"Him to answer?" Yolei fired back and flashed her knife at the sky. "I demand a greeting."

After she had said that, it started raining fried hawkmon tenders.

"Figures." Ken thought and returned his attention to Yolei. "Can you at least take a stealthy approach this time?"

Yolei then pulled a rocket launcher out, for some reason.

"It's a silenced rocket launcher." Yolei responded and charged forth, rocket-jumping her way over to the hotel.

"I'm not certain that's how it works, but oh well." Ken whispered as he followed right behind, making sure that Yolei didn't get herself killed in the proce-

Crap. She died again. This time, it was by a mistimed rocket. Thankfully, another Yolei ran up in her place.

"Good riddance." Ken whispered as he debated just heading home and leaving the endless Yolei's to let themselves get killed. "I'm heading home."

"No!" Yolei screamed and charged towards him, throwing her knife towards him. Ken stepped to the side and picked the knife up. "Give it back."

"No."

"Why not?"
"Because I said so."

Yolei stamped her foot against the ground and charged towards Ken. The digidestined made an attempt at holding her off, only to be helpless to the knife that pierced through his heart.

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After what seemed like an eternity in a black void, Meiko opened her eyes.

Currently, the unwanted digidestined

"Ugh…" she thought and switched out of her pajamas and into her usual clothes. Afterwards, she grabbed her digivice. "Can't keep Yen waiting."

She held the device up to her computer, only to be sucked right in.

On the other sides, the digidestined found herself in a field. Mind you, an entirely different field from one that Ken and Yolei had been messing around. Though, the dead bodies were more than ready to say otherwise. Not that they would… hopefully.

"Can you please stop that?" Meiko inquired. "It's really annoying."

Yes, but then how would the viewer know what you're doing?

Meiko only shrugged.

"Why I would I care about that?" she responded, only to fall off a cliff. Somehow (possibly due to being part sue), she survived. And Yen was down there to boot.

"Hi there?" Meiko greeted as a knife appeared in her hands. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Why, we're going to kill the multiverse." Yen answered and grabbed hold of her. "What did you think we were doing?"

Meiko stayed silent. After all, there was no good answer to that question. And to think, this could've been avoided too. But alas, such a chance is now long gone now.

"Shut up!" the 'digidestined' screamed and slammed her foot down. "I've had enough of this!"

Really now? Then show me how much you had it.

Meicoomon dark warp digivolve too… Raguelmon!

In place of the cat digimon, had been replaced by an angelic digimon. Still didn't explain why it dressed like a good version of Cruella De Vil.

"Kill him."

Almost on cue, what appeared to be a purple ophanimon came on down. It was not amused by any of this, not that it ever w-

.

The author took a deep breath.

While he wasn't entirely certain what would've resulted in letting the jester loose, the results were more than clear enough.

But, a deal was a deal. Even if it did seem fair in the grand scheme of things, especially as a Christmas present. Not that it was his problem.