Why the hell am I being asked about Forte's first name?
Forte: Can I answer? Truth is, it IS supposed to be relating to sound, but the cracks about 'being fishy' started with some damn drunkard that said that my fins looked like those on a bass he caught. needless to say, he's never be heard from again, and neither has half of Wyoming.
Beelzemon: So THAT'S why no one ever meets anyone from Wyoming.
Forte: I changed Treble's name to prevent him from getting insults. Although I was a tad late. Someone said he was a boatload of trouble, and then until I named him Gospel, people called him Trouble.
Beelzemon: Okay. MACHINEDRAMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Machinedramon: What?
(Beelzemon points the remote at him and pushes a button.)
Machinedramon: NOT THAT!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T READJUST MY INFRARED PORTS!!!!!!!!!!!! (Starts dancing.) HELL~O MY BABY, HELL~O MY HONEY, HELL~O MY RAGTIME GAL~!!!!
Forte: I always wanted to see him dance like that one cartoon frog.
Beelzemon: HE'S WRECKING MY PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: Whoops..
Chapter 20 - The proposition.
After wandering for an unknown amount of time, Forte eventually finds himself back at the school he had only spent one day in before Beelzemon was killed. It was the early hours of the morning, when the adults were opening the school for the day.
"Hey kid! School doesn't open for the day yet. I swear kids are actually getting eager to learn." One man said to Forte as he past him into the courtyard of the school.
Forte looked around for a bit, letting the slight breeze blow his poncho around a bit. He sniffed the air. Among the abilities he gained from Beelzemon and the data of other Digimon in him was heightened senses. He could smell the lingering scent of a Digimon. He sniffed again. Now he was sure it wasn't one, but five Digimon. Then he recognized one as Beelzemon. The other four smelled part human, as if..
"Hmmm. Wait a second. Michael could easily be one of them, and."
A smile spread across Forte's face. However, it wasn't truly born out of happiness.
'One of those four digivolved at least once. I can still feel the energy of digivolution present here. It's faint, but it certainly gives me an idea. If ONE of them can digivolve, why not all four? I shall test them, to see if I can use them against Reapermon.'
The grin on Forte's face widens even more. He knew that the four were probably students here, since Michael was one. He wondered who they were. Then his smirk quickly turned to a frown as he realized something.
'Wait a minute. I doubt those four wouldn't be aware of each other's Digimon traits. and they'd probably be friends in some way.' "DAMN IT!!!!!!!"
Forte smashed his fist into a wall, easily smashing a hole in it. He ignored the terrified teachers and continued to think.
'Why her? Why her? WHY HER? WHY DOES NICOLE HAVE TO BE ONE OF THEM???????' "DAMN IT!!!!!!!!"
Forte punched the wall again, not noticing how easily he punched a hole through the wall without so much as a tiny scratch on his hand.
'IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T RISK HER LIFE IN BATTLE AGAINST REAPERMON, BUT I MUST USE THEM AGAINST HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' "DAMN IT STRAIGHT TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just as a teacher was going to reprimand him for his language, despite the obvious risk to his health, Forte channeled raw energy into a sword and slashed the stone fence into ribbons. Shavings of concrete went flying as Forte tore into the wall, and very shortly there was a tall pile of concrete shavings and a new enterance into the courtyard, although slightly on the sides. Forte calmed down, dissipating the sword he subconsciously made, and left through the new throughway, leaving a gaping school board behind.
Forte later found his way to the park. He wasn't in a good mood in the least, and at least two squirrels, and five birds learned the hard way after he either maimed them, or outright killed them. He wandered around in the park, and reflected on many memories he gained from Impmon. He smiled at some, felt sorrow from others. His mood changed as the memories that weren't his played in his mind. He came out of his daze when he heard a voice. It was hers.
"Tony, you didn't have to be so rude today in school."
"Why do you care? It's my life, not yours."
Forte recognized those voices as Nicole and Tony. If they weren't in school.
'How long have I been in that daze?'
Forte didn't know what time it was, but he noticed that the sun was high in the sky.
"Damn. THAT long?"
Forte followed the voices to an old shelter, which Forte recognized from one of Beelzemon's memories to once be a hideout for a Digimon named Guilmon. Forte froze as he recalled that memory.
'What the hell? Michael has a big red tail and ears like Guilmon. and the same eye color.'
Then he recalled a battle between Beelzemon and Gallantmon.
'Well, looks like they'd be able to kill Reapermon with ease. I guess it's not such a risk to get the tamers to fight Reapermon.'
Forte went into the shelter.
"HEY!!! WHO ARE YOU??????" Tony shouted at the blonde kid in the tan poncho.
The four Digi-humans were startled when a tall kid with a tattered tan poncho walked in. He was taller then all of them, but still around their age. His blonde hair was a bright shade of yellow. His poncho hid most of his body and the lower half of his face. His crimson eyes gave of a sense of hatred and malice while he looked them over.
"Can't you be more formal? Or less loud? You wouldn't want to attract too much attention, would you? It could get you under the knife."
"What on earth are you talking about? Why would it get us under the knife?" Alex queried.
Forte stepped toward Alex, as if looking at some small detail. He apparently found it.
"Oh. maybe it's due to THIS!!!!"
Forte gave one of Alex's large ears a sharp tug; causing Alex to yelp in pain, and on a reflex, nurse it, which completely gave him away.
"OUCH!!!! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?????"
"It made you reveal YOUR Digimon trait." Forte said, with emphasis on 'your'.
"HE KNOWS!" Nicole yelped.
Forte smirked at the panic he caused, but then he remembered what he came for.
"True, I know. and I have somewhat of a deal for you."
"Did he say meal???" Michael asked hopefully.
Forte was somewhat upset that Michael also shared some personality traits with Guilmon.
"No. I also know your parents are the Digimon Tamers that destroyed the D-reaper. I request that you take me to them."
"I don't trust you." Tony said, cutting off Forte.
"You didn't let me finish. A new threat has arrived, and they're needed."
"I still don't trust you." Tony told him.
"I don't feel safe trusting him either." Nicole agreed.
Forte seemed upset when Nicole didn't trust him, but he quickly hid it.
"Fine then. If you don't take me to them, I'll be forced to expose the fact you're all part Digimon, and."
Forte then walks up to Nicole, and gently holds her chin in his hand.
". I really don't want to see something THIS beautiful being butchered in an autopsy."
Nicole then slaps him across the face. Forte then touches his cheek, expecting a bruise to form. Instead, he feels a little blood, but no pain.
"I honestly think you could do with a nail trim."
For the first time, someone noticed that Nicole's fingernails had changed slightly. They were much less likely to break, and they were somewhat sharp. Nicole was quite startled at this. Forte however, didn't seem to think highly of it.
"It's your choice. either take me to the Tamers, or wind up being called freaks and monsters until the end of your days. and then being cut up six ways 'til Sunday. Take your pick."
Then Forte left, leaving the kids with a choice that could alter the course of their lives permanently.
Beelzemon: Forte, thanks a lot for wrecking my house.
Forte: Get the freaking hell over it.
Machinedramon: (dancing a different dance) DAY~O!!!! ME SAY DAY~O~!!!!!!!! DAYLIGHT COME AND I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!!
Beelzemon: Well, and least he can't cause much harm as long as he's doing that one skit from 'Beetlejuice'.
Machinedramon: SIX FOOT! SEVEN FOOT!! EIGHT FOOT!! PUNCH!!!!!
(Machinedramon does the punch, and guess where it hits.)
Beelzemon: (As high of a high pitched voice as you can imagine and still understand.) AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUNTIE EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUNTIE EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: OH GAWD!!!!!!!!! Human, Digimon, or something else, a guy getting hit there has GOT to hurt. Which is why I'm glad I'm, a robot sometimes.
Beelzemon: (still high pitched voice.) MACHINEDRAMON YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU )W&$@*$^(@#(#@$!@^#%~@#^%_^_#$^_!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: . Whoa. no wonder the Forte in the story was made to cuss.
(Forte changes the channel on Machinedramon.)
Machinedramon: Dude, we're chillin', chillin', just chill.
Forte: OH GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!! NOT 'ENCHINO MAN'!!!!!!!!!!!
Beelzemon: (Still in high pitched voice) LEAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT LEAST HE CAN'T HURT US LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: Can I answer? Truth is, it IS supposed to be relating to sound, but the cracks about 'being fishy' started with some damn drunkard that said that my fins looked like those on a bass he caught. needless to say, he's never be heard from again, and neither has half of Wyoming.
Beelzemon: So THAT'S why no one ever meets anyone from Wyoming.
Forte: I changed Treble's name to prevent him from getting insults. Although I was a tad late. Someone said he was a boatload of trouble, and then until I named him Gospel, people called him Trouble.
Beelzemon: Okay. MACHINEDRAMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Machinedramon: What?
(Beelzemon points the remote at him and pushes a button.)
Machinedramon: NOT THAT!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T READJUST MY INFRARED PORTS!!!!!!!!!!!! (Starts dancing.) HELL~O MY BABY, HELL~O MY HONEY, HELL~O MY RAGTIME GAL~!!!!
Forte: I always wanted to see him dance like that one cartoon frog.
Beelzemon: HE'S WRECKING MY PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: Whoops..
Chapter 20 - The proposition.
After wandering for an unknown amount of time, Forte eventually finds himself back at the school he had only spent one day in before Beelzemon was killed. It was the early hours of the morning, when the adults were opening the school for the day.
"Hey kid! School doesn't open for the day yet. I swear kids are actually getting eager to learn." One man said to Forte as he past him into the courtyard of the school.
Forte looked around for a bit, letting the slight breeze blow his poncho around a bit. He sniffed the air. Among the abilities he gained from Beelzemon and the data of other Digimon in him was heightened senses. He could smell the lingering scent of a Digimon. He sniffed again. Now he was sure it wasn't one, but five Digimon. Then he recognized one as Beelzemon. The other four smelled part human, as if..
"Hmmm. Wait a second. Michael could easily be one of them, and."
A smile spread across Forte's face. However, it wasn't truly born out of happiness.
'One of those four digivolved at least once. I can still feel the energy of digivolution present here. It's faint, but it certainly gives me an idea. If ONE of them can digivolve, why not all four? I shall test them, to see if I can use them against Reapermon.'
The grin on Forte's face widens even more. He knew that the four were probably students here, since Michael was one. He wondered who they were. Then his smirk quickly turned to a frown as he realized something.
'Wait a minute. I doubt those four wouldn't be aware of each other's Digimon traits. and they'd probably be friends in some way.' "DAMN IT!!!!!!!"
Forte smashed his fist into a wall, easily smashing a hole in it. He ignored the terrified teachers and continued to think.
'Why her? Why her? WHY HER? WHY DOES NICOLE HAVE TO BE ONE OF THEM???????' "DAMN IT!!!!!!!!"
Forte punched the wall again, not noticing how easily he punched a hole through the wall without so much as a tiny scratch on his hand.
'IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T RISK HER LIFE IN BATTLE AGAINST REAPERMON, BUT I MUST USE THEM AGAINST HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' "DAMN IT STRAIGHT TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just as a teacher was going to reprimand him for his language, despite the obvious risk to his health, Forte channeled raw energy into a sword and slashed the stone fence into ribbons. Shavings of concrete went flying as Forte tore into the wall, and very shortly there was a tall pile of concrete shavings and a new enterance into the courtyard, although slightly on the sides. Forte calmed down, dissipating the sword he subconsciously made, and left through the new throughway, leaving a gaping school board behind.
Forte later found his way to the park. He wasn't in a good mood in the least, and at least two squirrels, and five birds learned the hard way after he either maimed them, or outright killed them. He wandered around in the park, and reflected on many memories he gained from Impmon. He smiled at some, felt sorrow from others. His mood changed as the memories that weren't his played in his mind. He came out of his daze when he heard a voice. It was hers.
"Tony, you didn't have to be so rude today in school."
"Why do you care? It's my life, not yours."
Forte recognized those voices as Nicole and Tony. If they weren't in school.
'How long have I been in that daze?'
Forte didn't know what time it was, but he noticed that the sun was high in the sky.
"Damn. THAT long?"
Forte followed the voices to an old shelter, which Forte recognized from one of Beelzemon's memories to once be a hideout for a Digimon named Guilmon. Forte froze as he recalled that memory.
'What the hell? Michael has a big red tail and ears like Guilmon. and the same eye color.'
Then he recalled a battle between Beelzemon and Gallantmon.
'Well, looks like they'd be able to kill Reapermon with ease. I guess it's not such a risk to get the tamers to fight Reapermon.'
Forte went into the shelter.
"HEY!!! WHO ARE YOU??????" Tony shouted at the blonde kid in the tan poncho.
The four Digi-humans were startled when a tall kid with a tattered tan poncho walked in. He was taller then all of them, but still around their age. His blonde hair was a bright shade of yellow. His poncho hid most of his body and the lower half of his face. His crimson eyes gave of a sense of hatred and malice while he looked them over.
"Can't you be more formal? Or less loud? You wouldn't want to attract too much attention, would you? It could get you under the knife."
"What on earth are you talking about? Why would it get us under the knife?" Alex queried.
Forte stepped toward Alex, as if looking at some small detail. He apparently found it.
"Oh. maybe it's due to THIS!!!!"
Forte gave one of Alex's large ears a sharp tug; causing Alex to yelp in pain, and on a reflex, nurse it, which completely gave him away.
"OUCH!!!! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?????"
"It made you reveal YOUR Digimon trait." Forte said, with emphasis on 'your'.
"HE KNOWS!" Nicole yelped.
Forte smirked at the panic he caused, but then he remembered what he came for.
"True, I know. and I have somewhat of a deal for you."
"Did he say meal???" Michael asked hopefully.
Forte was somewhat upset that Michael also shared some personality traits with Guilmon.
"No. I also know your parents are the Digimon Tamers that destroyed the D-reaper. I request that you take me to them."
"I don't trust you." Tony said, cutting off Forte.
"You didn't let me finish. A new threat has arrived, and they're needed."
"I still don't trust you." Tony told him.
"I don't feel safe trusting him either." Nicole agreed.
Forte seemed upset when Nicole didn't trust him, but he quickly hid it.
"Fine then. If you don't take me to them, I'll be forced to expose the fact you're all part Digimon, and."
Forte then walks up to Nicole, and gently holds her chin in his hand.
". I really don't want to see something THIS beautiful being butchered in an autopsy."
Nicole then slaps him across the face. Forte then touches his cheek, expecting a bruise to form. Instead, he feels a little blood, but no pain.
"I honestly think you could do with a nail trim."
For the first time, someone noticed that Nicole's fingernails had changed slightly. They were much less likely to break, and they were somewhat sharp. Nicole was quite startled at this. Forte however, didn't seem to think highly of it.
"It's your choice. either take me to the Tamers, or wind up being called freaks and monsters until the end of your days. and then being cut up six ways 'til Sunday. Take your pick."
Then Forte left, leaving the kids with a choice that could alter the course of their lives permanently.
Beelzemon: Forte, thanks a lot for wrecking my house.
Forte: Get the freaking hell over it.
Machinedramon: (dancing a different dance) DAY~O!!!! ME SAY DAY~O~!!!!!!!! DAYLIGHT COME AND I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!!
Beelzemon: Well, and least he can't cause much harm as long as he's doing that one skit from 'Beetlejuice'.
Machinedramon: SIX FOOT! SEVEN FOOT!! EIGHT FOOT!! PUNCH!!!!!
(Machinedramon does the punch, and guess where it hits.)
Beelzemon: (As high of a high pitched voice as you can imagine and still understand.) AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUNTIE EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUNTIE EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: OH GAWD!!!!!!!!! Human, Digimon, or something else, a guy getting hit there has GOT to hurt. Which is why I'm glad I'm, a robot sometimes.
Beelzemon: (still high pitched voice.) MACHINEDRAMON YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU )W&$@*$^(@#(#@$!@^#%~@#^%_^_#$^_!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: . Whoa. no wonder the Forte in the story was made to cuss.
(Forte changes the channel on Machinedramon.)
Machinedramon: Dude, we're chillin', chillin', just chill.
Forte: OH GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!! NOT 'ENCHINO MAN'!!!!!!!!!!!
Beelzemon: (Still in high pitched voice) LEAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT LEAST HE CAN'T HURT US LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!