Author's Note: Really late entry for Seiitsu's 250 word Micro-Fiction challenge. This takes place after the defeat of Devimon. As usual: Really goofy dialogue, poor vocabulary, poor spelling, poor grammar, poor verb tense, and all that. Reviews are welcomed.
Important Note: BECAUSE OF THE GROWING NUMBER OF UPDATED FICS DUE TO THE CHAPTERING ULTIMATUM, I AM NOT SURE IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE! IF SO, I WILL REMOVE THIS FIC IMMEDIATELY. As usual, my work pales in comparison to the other great work done by much better authors. (Who probably can do it in just 5 words!)
Warning: DESKTOP SIMULATIONS! If you see these strange colored blocks of text, that is a simulation of Koushiro's Pineapple and Mimi's PalmNAVe. This story is somewhat incoherent, as with all of my stories… Well, for 250 words or less, who could ask for anything more. I may have hit it at under 250 words, I hope.
This story takes place in Season 01, after the defeat of Devimon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Cocoon: Moth to a Flame
by Mimi, Myself, & Iz.
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'They defeated me… as Devimon.'
Now, I have sent the Child of Knowledge my instructions. Hopefully the interference from the growing Apocalymon threat would not make the message incoherent this time. I hate to put the children at risk again, but I know it is the only way for them to be strong enough to face Apocalymon. Once my instructions are followed, I would be able to finally establish visual contact with them. It should be easy… It is just a hologram of an old human being. In the meantime, I will be already in my new data mask… far different than Devimon. 'I will be Etemon… Vamdemon… then…'
A childish voice interrupts me… "This is a dangerous game, Master. You are risking these innocent beings and… your children!"
"Everything is a game to you…" I sighed.
"I'm sorry, Master, but-"
"TO DEFEAT APOCALYMON, I WOULD RISK ANYTHING!" I bellowed. "Now leave me, Pinocchimon!"
"Yes, Master Gennai." Pinocchimon bowed and left…
'How many faces must I become? As long as it takes… for the Chosen to face the only true enemy… Apocalymon.'
Now I must contact the Child of Purity…
…Sony PalmNAVe
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