Whistles* I never knew this could get so popular. Anyway, for those upset
with the evil Beelzemon, I think I found a loophole. I thought
Machinedramon cheated, but that's not true. When I was going through the
rules, it says A Beelzemon. But… How am I going to explain another
Beelzemon? First off, yes, it is the same Beelzemon right now, and I'm not
going to switch on you out of a chapter. By the way… Did you notice that
Michael seemed to be MORE like a Digimon when he changed? Well there's
your reason for Tony's further change… The higher the level of the Digimon
they're a hybrid of, the more they're like a Digimon. Tony's is an
Ultimate, so that would do it.
Chapter 12 – Are pigs flying?
Beelzemon was in a bad mood with a capital everything. It turned out it was the wrong Takato. He blew him away for that. Beelzemon stopped in the park, and sat in a bench. He had figured he could eat that bread roll now. Before he could, though, a boy in very tattered clothes was running from a grocer.
"YOU LITTLE THIEF!!! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT APPLE!!!"
The boy dove under the bench Beelzemon was sitting on. The grocer walked up to Beelzemon, not noticing his tail, and began shouting at him.
"GET UP!!!! THAT BOY NEEDS TO LEARN A LESSON!!!"
Beelzemon looked at the child, and seeing how dirty he was, he figured he was an orphan.
"I think he just wants some food."
"HE HAS TO PAY FOR IT!!!"
Normally, nothing would stop Beelzemon from killing him, but something made him feel differently about it.
"Tell you what… I'll get him to give back the apple. Hold on."
Beelzemon looked at the child, and gave him the bread roll. Then he took the apple, and gave it to the grocer.
"Thank you for returning the apple, but if he's your child, keep him away from my store."
The grocer walked off.
"ERGH! The nerve of that guy, thinking he's MY brat."
The boy started to run, but Beelzemon grabbed his holey shirt.
"Why are you running?"
"Because whenever my dad called me brat, he beat me."
Beelzemon was at least glad to know he could talk.
"What's your name?"
"Which one?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHICH ONE'? YOU ONLY HAVE ONE, RIGHT?"
"That's not what my parents thought before they were killed."
"You're the first person I've meet that wasn't sad about losing someone."
"If you knew my parents, you wouldn't shed a tear."
"How old are you?"
"Younger than what you ate, you breath reeks!"
"I'm beginning to see why you were beaten, shortstop."
"At least I have good looks, B-L-T mon!"
That set Beelzemon off.
"THAT'S BEELZEMON, YOU PINT-SIZED TRASH TALKER!!!!"
"A-HA!!!! I KNEW IT!!!!"
The boy digs through one of his pockets that's intact, and pulls out a Digimon card. He handed it to Beelzemon, and he looked at it as he put the boy down. It was a Beelzemon card.
"Hmm… not bad… but my right's a better profile."
"You're a Digimon?"
Beelzemon points his thumb toward himself.
"And proud of it."
"Wow! Can I please stay with you? You're my fave."
The boy sure knew how to sweet-talk someone.
"Uh… Why?"
"Well… I never saw a real Digimon before, and you're my favorite. It's kind of like destiny we meet."
Beelzemon remembered when Jeri was chasing Leomon through the park after saying something like that. He shuddered at the possibility that this was going to be a repeat of it.
"You never told me your name."
"I've been called brat, son of a &*^%#, @$$#*^%, $#*^#*^%, and thief, but Jonhy's the safest name."
"Johny huh? Fine, I'll take you along, if only for someone to talk to…"
"Thank you."
Beelzemon never knew a kid could hug so hard…
This is history in the making. THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN TAKE A PICTURE, THOUGH!!!!
Chapter 12 – Are pigs flying?
Beelzemon was in a bad mood with a capital everything. It turned out it was the wrong Takato. He blew him away for that. Beelzemon stopped in the park, and sat in a bench. He had figured he could eat that bread roll now. Before he could, though, a boy in very tattered clothes was running from a grocer.
"YOU LITTLE THIEF!!! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT APPLE!!!"
The boy dove under the bench Beelzemon was sitting on. The grocer walked up to Beelzemon, not noticing his tail, and began shouting at him.
"GET UP!!!! THAT BOY NEEDS TO LEARN A LESSON!!!"
Beelzemon looked at the child, and seeing how dirty he was, he figured he was an orphan.
"I think he just wants some food."
"HE HAS TO PAY FOR IT!!!"
Normally, nothing would stop Beelzemon from killing him, but something made him feel differently about it.
"Tell you what… I'll get him to give back the apple. Hold on."
Beelzemon looked at the child, and gave him the bread roll. Then he took the apple, and gave it to the grocer.
"Thank you for returning the apple, but if he's your child, keep him away from my store."
The grocer walked off.
"ERGH! The nerve of that guy, thinking he's MY brat."
The boy started to run, but Beelzemon grabbed his holey shirt.
"Why are you running?"
"Because whenever my dad called me brat, he beat me."
Beelzemon was at least glad to know he could talk.
"What's your name?"
"Which one?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHICH ONE'? YOU ONLY HAVE ONE, RIGHT?"
"That's not what my parents thought before they were killed."
"You're the first person I've meet that wasn't sad about losing someone."
"If you knew my parents, you wouldn't shed a tear."
"How old are you?"
"Younger than what you ate, you breath reeks!"
"I'm beginning to see why you were beaten, shortstop."
"At least I have good looks, B-L-T mon!"
That set Beelzemon off.
"THAT'S BEELZEMON, YOU PINT-SIZED TRASH TALKER!!!!"
"A-HA!!!! I KNEW IT!!!!"
The boy digs through one of his pockets that's intact, and pulls out a Digimon card. He handed it to Beelzemon, and he looked at it as he put the boy down. It was a Beelzemon card.
"Hmm… not bad… but my right's a better profile."
"You're a Digimon?"
Beelzemon points his thumb toward himself.
"And proud of it."
"Wow! Can I please stay with you? You're my fave."
The boy sure knew how to sweet-talk someone.
"Uh… Why?"
"Well… I never saw a real Digimon before, and you're my favorite. It's kind of like destiny we meet."
Beelzemon remembered when Jeri was chasing Leomon through the park after saying something like that. He shuddered at the possibility that this was going to be a repeat of it.
"You never told me your name."
"I've been called brat, son of a &*^%#, @$$#*^%, $#*^#*^%, and thief, but Jonhy's the safest name."
"Johny huh? Fine, I'll take you along, if only for someone to talk to…"
"Thank you."
Beelzemon never knew a kid could hug so hard…
This is history in the making. THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN TAKE A PICTURE, THOUGH!!!!