Chapter 4: What Is Going On, Anyway?

"Hello? Did we accidentally go to a world where nobody has the ability to speak?" That came out of Jack's cell phone, slightly raspy.

"You got me. Personally, I think they're just dumb," came the reply from the girl's cell phone, faintly bubbly.

"That's not a very nice thing to say about your partner."

"One of us has got to say something."

"Good point."

"Guh." Jack had no clue what was going on.

"Well, that's a start. Not a very good one, but."

The girl was the first to recover her ability to speak.

"What in all the nine hells is going on!!??"

Everybody walking past the two teenagers turned to stare for a second, before moving on. The girl blushed bright red for a second, before regaining her composure.

"Hey, she's got your temper," came the voice from Jack's phone.

Jack ignored the voice. "That's what I would like to know. Looks like someone's messing with our phones."

Talking into the mouthpiece, Jack said, "Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're wasting my money. Goodbye."

With that, Jack pressed the talk button meaning to turn the phone off. And he heard the dial tone. The phone wasn't on when the voices were coming through.

The blob on the screen started to rock from side to side.

"Cool, I guess this is what passes for music in this world," the voice came out of Jack's cell, reducing the dial tone to background noise. Jack pressed the talk button again, hanging the phone up.

"Aww, I was just starting to enjoy that. It had an. interesting beat to it."

"You're a freak, you know that?" came the reply from the girl's phone.

"Okay, so we've ruled out prank phone call. What else could it be?" Jack asked, still stumped. He still couldn't figure out what was causing these voices.

The girl began to speak into the microphone. "Umm, hello? Do you think you could fill us in on what exactly is going on here?"

"What, you don't know? Well, you're either slow, or this world knows nothing about us. I'm still leaning towards the first option."

Jack was just standing there, mouth open, trying to take in the fact that the lady was talking to this thing, and that it was talking right back to her.

"I'm not the slow one," she replied. "Neanderthal boy over there is. Umm, perhaps introductions are in order? Like who and what are you?"

"You may call me Zurumon. I am a digimon."

"And I'm Choromon! I'm a digimon too," the voice on Jack's phone chimed in.

"I'm Megan, a human being. I'm not sure who that lump of flesh over there is."

"For your information, my name is Jack."

"And you're a human being, too?" the voice, Choromon, Jack reminded himself said.

"The jury's still out on that one," Megan smirked.

"I think I'm going to like this one," the voice from her phone, Zurumon, said happily.

"Yes, I'm a human being too. This still doesn't explain what you are, besides a digimon. What is a digimon, anyway?" Jack asked the strange cell-phone creatures.

"You mean you've never heard of us? Looks like the scientists here aren't very observant," Zurumon muttered.

"Mind telling us what our best and brightest have failed to notice?" Jack asked.

"Apparently they failed to realize that the combined computer networks in this world have given life to a whole other plane of existence, the plane that we come from, what we call the digital world," Choromon explained. "And we are two of the creatures who were born in this other world. We're monsters (to you people at least), and we're digital, hence, digimon!"