Daemon and the Annoying Singing Monkey
Chapter Three: Is This Legal?
Authors Notes: Hello again all! My two-month…um, never mind. It's a long break of fan fiction is finally broken. Yay! I'm back and as ready as ever to write this…And actually finish a story!
Daemon: (monotone) Yay…
This chapter may be weird but it's the first time I've written anything Digimon since my last update of anything Digimon related. Sorry if it sucks. And don't worry Jenny. He loves you enough that he won't kill you!
Daemon: As if…I loathe her! I should kill her! I should just rebel and take over this fic like Piedmon did in Avalon's story…*Begins muttering death threats and explicit words. *
He won't take over. I promise!
Jenny struggled against the grip of the viral Mega. He only held her closer and pushed her through the doorway of her house. He closed the door behind himself and looked around.
"This would be a wonderful place to head this operation." He murmured to himself. He began pacing, his hands still clasped around Jenny's wrists. "This girl is the key to free me from the god-awful monkey. The question is…how does one go about his business without getting caught?"
Jenny felt that if she could she would be sweat dropping profusely as Daemon began ranting incoherently to himself. She followed him across the living room as he continued his pacing. He stopped, finally realizing his one true master plan and pulled Jenny into a hug.
"You realize what we must do know, don't you? We have got to kidnap the representatives from each state and country of the Myotismon-aholics Association! This terrible wrong must be righted! You, my dear, shall be the one to help me right it!" Daemon threw his head back and laughed.
Jenny poked his right arm, attempting to wrench herself from his grasp and asked, "What do you plan to do? Turn it into the Daemon-aholics Association?"
Daemon froze. The statement sunk in after several minutes in which Jenny rolled her eyes and muttered how much more threatening he had been on the show. He turned to the girl his ice-blue eyes alight with passion.
"That's it! That's the best idea I've ever heard! Will you be willing to be Vice-President?" Daemon asked, letting go of her arm and pulling her into a hug.
"Um…" She tried to ignore the fact he was hugging her and that she was the Wisconsin diplomat of the Myotismon-aholics Association. "S-sure…Why not?" She lied. As long as he didn't kill her or the other representatives there was hope.
"Really?! Do you know how happy that makes me feel, Jenny?"
"I'd really prefer not to know." She muttered.
"No matter," The demon said. "This can be the headquarters of our lovely little up rising. I'll be back with my 'So you want to dominate the world?' kit in a bit. Until then…Could you order some sushi?"
Jenny felt the urge to sweat drop again but nodded. Daemon cackled and vanished in a puff of multicolored smoke that was reminiscent of a '70s acid-trip like movie. She dialed the operator and asked for the Association president.
"Hold on please," The female operator said in a very nasally voice.
"Hello. You have reached the Association of Maniacal World Dominating Chipmunks, may I help you?" The voice asked, sounding like someone who had just inhaled helium.
"Maniacal chipmunks?" Jenny asked incredulously as she hung up the phone. "What is this world coming to?"
Several minutes later, in which she contacted the League of Fabulous Hairdressers, Leaping from Tall Cliffs World Expo and the We Have Long Names But That Doesn't Mean That We're Making Up From Anything Association of Men in Denial club she was ready to attack her operator with a blunt object. Having no belief left in her operator, she dialed the local sushi parlor and asked for a delivery. All she could do was wait…
TBC…
Daemon: *Is insanely laughing at the Association names I created*
Heather: ^_^ I updated it!!! Huzzah! Please, please, please review! I want to know that you all still like this! :)