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Character: The Digimon Emperor & ?

Universe: 02

Series: Heroes of the Twelve Realms

Notes:

What's this? The twelfth hero has finally been found. It's also the fifth anniversary of AWC. What a lovely coincidence.

Chapter 112

Emperor of the Digital World

Emperor couldn't believe what he had just heard. There was no way that this was for real. Obviously he was getting punked. Or some variation of this world trying to throw his campaign off so his enemies could overthrow him. Probably in some hilarious fashion as of their belief of him to be some kind of incompetent clown running a circus of fools. Of which he was most definitely not nor did he have any plans for opening up his own circus. That would just be silly. No pun intended, of course.

But standing in his throne room, gazing over a map of the digital world… the writing was on the wall. At the rate these 'digidestined' were working at, there soon wouldn't be any empire to speak of. Even with the meager support of his partner, Wormmon, it was only a matter of time before this all came crumbling apart.

"It's true!" his partner announced and held up an envelope of sorts. The Digimon Emperor took it off his 'hands' and gave it a quick look. While he could show it to the ceiling so that the narrator could see this paper. But no, that was asking a bit too much "They are even holding a party to celebrate your arrival… for some reason."

Raising an eyebrow, our emperor made a mad dash out of the control room. If there was going to be a party, he needed to dress the part. Which meant wearing his finest getup.

"Which one should I go with…" Emperor muttered and pulled out a jumpsuit. While in no way different from the one he was wearing at the moment, it just looks nicer or something. "Oh shut it, annoying narrator voice in my head. You wouldn't know fashion if it beat you over the head with a plank."

Not entirely sure what I even did to deserve that kind of response, but okay. You be you, Emperor. Especially as all those jumpsuits look the same from my perspective. What sets them all apart?

"I beg your pardon?" Emperor announced, gaze fixed to the ceiling at the moment. How dare this random voice in his head dare to question his greatness. No wonder he was losing at the moment, no one was willing to listen to him. That had to be the main reason why his campaign hadn't been able to really get off the ground and pretty much floundered the whole way. Not because I don't know, you're a psychopath with no morals or real plan to work off of, things that don't make for good leadership qualities? I would put your trouble on that, rather people following a single word coming out of your mouth. But I digress.

Shaking his fist, he grabbed hold of a jumpsuit. "This is the finest leather the digital world has to offer. What do you mean you can't tell the difference?!"

He got no answer to his question. Personally, all these fabrics and materials look the same to me. Unless I'm specifically looking for one, I don't really care what's being used. Sorry to disappoint you, I guess?

Yet, this wasn't enough to stop Emperor from slipping out of his old jumpsuit and into a new one for the moment. Zipping everything up and putting on a bow-tie of all things, he blew an offscreen mirror a kiss. Uh… creepy. I did not need to see that. At all.

"Shut up." the ruler announced, already heading back to his throne room. Of course he couldn't go into a party held in his honor by himself. He was the digimon emperor of all people. That alone made it okay to bring along a partner. Maybe even two or more. Nah. That was just pushing his luck in all the wrong ways. Can't do that as the digimon emperor. "Wormmon, do you want to go to a party with me?"

Wormmon looked up from the plate of cookies, trying his hardest to decide if this was some kind of legit offer or if his partner was just pulling his legs. Well, I think those are legs at least. For all I know they might be something else entirely. Doesn't really matter for the moment.

"Of course!" the insect digimon announced, finding himself lifted up off of the floor and onto Emperor's shoulder. He sort of fits, even as Emperor takes the time to have a cookie off of the plate. And by a cookie, I mean he takes one, shoves it into his mouth and proceeds to grab the rest without a care in the world. At least leave one for Wormmon. He went through all the trouble of baking those up for you. A little congratulations would do a world of good, or is that too hard in this situation?

"Too hard." Emperor announced, the portal appearing before our pair. This is it. The heroes of the twelve realms finally gathered to face down whatever threat awaits. But first, we need to celebrate this momentous occasion. After all, this only happens once…

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In the void, a figure waited. Surely their champion would inevitably arrive. They just had too. There was no way that after five years, they of all people have been forgotten. It just couldn't be. There must be some kind of explanation to th-

"I'm here!" a voice called out as what looks to be a high schooler of all people makes their approach. Dressed in a female uniform, they look to be some kind of catgirl. Eh. There's been weirder design choices made in this fictional. But I digress.

"Welcome back, Meiko." the figure announced, licking their lips. This would do perfectly. Not quite the one they wanted, but it would do.

Notes:

Thank you for all the support over the last five years (even this is a day late at the time of writing). To five more years.