Walking outside into the rain, Daisuke squinted through the darkness; the
sun was hidden behind the massive black clouds and not to forget the Los
Angeles smog. Looking around, his hair starting to get soaked, Daisuke
walked cautiously down the steps of the trailer, closing the door behind
him so as not to let any of the rain in. Looking around, he saw Ken leaning
against the side of the trailer with his arms folded across his chest,
though he was staring out into the rain blankly. "Don't tell me that was
another insane little moment you had there. Geez Ken, you'd think you were
insane and I'd have to send you away with those cool little men in white
suits."
"..Cool little men in white suits? Sounds like fun." Ken said, turning his head to look at Daisuke with a half raised eyebrow. He blinked and looked down at the apron draped across his arm with a slight grin. "Well, all I managed to do was burn the Kraft Dinner and look like an idiot. Sounds like I'm becoming a regular Davis." He snickered, looking back up at Daisuke, his hair turning black from being soaked in the rain.
"Dude, you're never going to be that smart." Daisuke remarked with a grin, turning around and walking back up the trailer steps. He grabbed the handle and pulled on it, the door didn't budge. With a blink, Daisuke tried again, pulling on the door harder than the last time. "..It's stuck." He said sounding puzzled.
Ken cocked his head to the side as he walked up the steps beside Daisuke. Sticking out his tongue, he sucked it back in a smirked, "looks like someone isn't as strong as they thought." He stated, replacing Daisuke's hand with his on the door handle. Tugging on it, both of his eyebrows raised, as he couldn't get it open. "Hey, what's going on?!"
From the other side of the door, they could hear Kiyoshi laughing as he ran away from the door. They both banged on the door for five minutes straight, telling the little boy to open the door or else; no reply came form the other side. Getting cold and wet, Daisuke and Ken walked down the trailer steps in dismay, looking across the dark parking lot to the studios at the other end.
"Well, it's either head inside, or seek shelter at the bitch's house.." Ken muttered, looking towards Miyako's trailer along the way. He noticed the others, but they were either sleeping or gone out, because all their lights were off. He sighed, shaking his head and starting to walk towards the studios slowly, wondering on Daisuke's answer, though he could already predict it.
"Dude, I'd die first than head for her house, err, trailer. You know what I meant." Daisuke said, wrapping his arms around himself, he only worn a t- shirt and a pair of snap pants, talk about cold. Looking ahead, he focused everything on the doorway leading into the Digimon Studios, where it was warm and hopefully unlocked.
Walking across the parking lot, Ken stared up at the building, standing in front of the door that kept them out. He squinted his eyes as the thick sheets of rain came down on him continuously. Planning a few things in store for Kiyoshi, he lowered his head and stared at the door. Curling four wet fingers around the handle, he wrenched it open, letting out a sigh of relief as he stepped inside, Daisuke plodding in behind him.
"Man, that's better." Daisuke sighed as well, looking around the dry, empty, and dark studio. He could hear the rain splashing down onto the metal roof way above their heads, it sounding more like hail than huge bomber sized raindrops. Furrowing his eyebrows, he reached a hand out and gripped Ken's thin wet blue shirt. "Dude, check out that light over there. Maybe someone is inside the office?" He said, squinting through the dark past Ken's shoulder to stare at a faint trail of light leading from around one of the sets.
Ken blinked and turned his head to where Daisuke was looking at without knowing it, he also spied the shaft of blue light far off. "..I guess it means we have to pick our way through this hell house in the dark.. Again." He sighed, stalking forwards with more caution than he's ever applied in his life. One trip and fall, he could land on a camera or get tangled up in wires, or worse, break a camera and get all his money drained out of him for charges.
They stopped and stared up at the main monitor of the Kaiser's control room. Ken was the first to raise his eyebrow in wonderment to it. "Huh? Who left this thing on..?" He said out loud, taking a step towards it. Daisuke let go of Ken's shirt, letting it drop wetly against his back again. As Ken walked towards it, the screen looked all fuzzy, and then turned a glowing dark blue.
Something started happening to the screen as Ken approached it, he tugged Daisuke along with him, unsure of what to make of it. "Hey.. What the hell's going on?" They both said out loud as a small spec in the center of the glowing screen grew into a swirl of mixed colors, which seemed to take up the entire screen. Slowly it advanced towards them at first, only looking as if it was growing bigger by the second.
The vortex flashed brightly as a loud clap was heard within it, such as that of thunder. It was swirling around them like a tornado, whipping both their hair and clothes around them. Looking around in surprise, Ken and Daisuke both looked at each other with their mouths gaped open.
Letting loose a scream, the vortex flashed and closed up around them. In a matter of seconds, Ken and Daisuke were vanished from their own world.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Being conscious throughout the whole trip, Ken and Daisuke spun wildly through the vortex that carried them, screaming their heads off. Stuck in the center, they latched onto each other's hands and never let go in fear of being separated. The brightly flashing blue lights around them were forming a cylindrical tunnel as they were gliding through it at warp speed. Suddenly, up ahead, they saw the conjunction, the tunnel split up into two different colored portals, one dark blue and one orangey red. They gasped and looked ahead, both glancing at each other and giving a slight nod, they would have to let go or die.
"On three!" Daisuke cried, still having his hand wrapped around Ken's. Nodding, Ken looked back ahead at the turning tunnel, waiting for Daisuke to shout the magic word which would allow them to live, though be dangerously separated in a place which had no ups or downs.
"Three!" Commanding Daisuke, untwining his finger's as they approached. Both safely pushed away from themselves and slid into the separate tunnels of chaos. No longer hearing a word, each was alone. Ken could only stare ahead, wondering where this wild ride was taking him, until he could see the tunnel start to take form of a rectangle around him. A white surface being the opening, he raised his arms to shield himself in case it was a wall, though he passed through it.
His form coming out of the wide screen, Ken flipped wildly as if being shot out of a cannon. Landing against the wall, he let out a grunt as his back slammed against it and he slid unconsciously to the floor.
Daisuke flew through his own tunnel, being blasted through the light blue circle, he flew into the branch of a tree, being slung over it carelessly as he hung there in pain and falling into unconsciousness.
Appearing elsewhere, the lightly blue colored vortex swirled into existence in the middle of a dense forest. Snapping loudly with crackling electricity, it ejected the human being roughly into the ground, causing the kid to let out a grunt then a sob as he slid through the mess of fallen leaves and loose dirt. As quickly as it came, the vortex seemed to swallow itself as it became smaller until it dispersed.
"Master..?" A voice rang out from the other side of Ken's eyelids. He groaned and rolled his head away from whoever was standing in front of him, and continued snoring. A dim light shone outside as the movement unblocked the shadow. Something stiff and pointed poked the tip of his nose, whoever was in front of him, was placing a hand or something on his stomach and chest.
Ken's snoring was clogged in a hault, as the sharpened rod poking him actually jammed up into his nostril, largening one side of his nose. He sighed silently and rustled a little, beginning to twitch. Compacted sounds of haulted mucus and breathing jarred his throat, and he snorted the pointer back out again.
Reaching a hand up, he brushed whatever poked him away from his nose. Shaking his head, he placed a hand against something smooth and pushed it off his chest as he sat up, pulling his head and back away from the wall he must have landed against.
"Ugh.. Go away.. It's too early." Ken grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to roll over, he was so tired and just wanted to go back to sleep. "And pick your own nose Kiyoshi." Opening his mouth in a yawn, he felt something digging into the side of his neck, a hard piece of something was pressing against the base of his jaw annoyingly. Finally he huffed and decided to give up, since whoever was trying to wake him up didn't seem to give up.
"Master.. The DigiDestined are already in the Digital World," the person stated, sounding almost worried. By the sounds of his voice, it was an old man who was playing the Digimon game and calling him master, another fan must have gotten in or something.
Shaking his head, Ken kept his eyes closed. Still feeling ragged from yesterday, swinging through the air, and landing on his head, he didn't need this. "Look, I'm signing autographs later today, why don't you come back then...okay? Go find some seniors home or wherever you came from.." He growled, reaching his right hand up to cover his eyes, only to find the hard plastic of a pair of thick framed glasses he knew too well. "..What the hell?"
"Autographs? Seniors home? What are those, master?" The weird sounding dude asked from the darkness beyond Ken's eyelids. Finally, giving up, Ken sighed and opened his eyes. The bright light from the TV screens made him think twice as he shut his eyes again, the light nearly blinding to those used to the dark.
Moving his arms, Ken pulled himself up and peered out at the world through a small slit between his racks of eyelashes. By what he felt and could see, he was wearing his Kaiser costume. Slowly his eyes adjusted as he opened them more, not bother to look down at whatever was on his stomach, though searching above for the old man who was bugging him. "..Huh?"
"Master, are you feeling all right? You sound funny.." The same person commented, sounding a lot closer. He sounded like he was right under Ken, but how could that be? And why would he keep calling him 'master'?
Looking down, Ken came nose to nose with a huge blue-eyed bug. His eyes became as big as saucers as his jaw dropped. Sliding tightly against the wall, pushing against the ground with his feet and pulling himself back with his arms, Ken tried to get away. "D-d-did you just say something?? Like, like, like, speak? Uh.. Uh.." He stuttered, continuing to stare down at the bug.
Wormmon blinked his blue eyes up at Ken, cocking his head to the side, watching his odd movements. "Yes.. I can talk, master, and so can you." The green bug said, hopping off his chest and skittering away at his master's fast movements in order to avoid angering him and being hit, or even worse, whipped.
Ken sucked in his breath and nodded vigorously at Wormmon's reply; a talking bug that could attack him at any moment. Where the hell was he? Taking the advantage of being jumped off of, he leapt up to his feet, keeping his mouth tightly shut in case of screaming his head off. Pressing his lips firmly together, he hopped over to the door of the control room, looking as if he was about to throw up.
"Master? Master, are you -sure- you're all right? Maybe you need to build a few control spires and battle the DigiDestined, hmm? Or a nice walk in the woods?" Wormmon shouted after Ken who was running out of the control room in a mad dash. The green Digimon just sat there on all his claws, wondering what has gotten into his master.
Ken stopped in the entranceway he stood there and looked down the entire length of the base. It stretched out a long ways below, he could barely see the bottom it was so dark. Gathering his sense, he looked down in awe, trailing his eyes up towards the top. This base was huge and lifelike. With a blink, he stayed there taking it all in, not even noticing the approaching Wormmon.
"This is a dream, isn't it? I swear this has got to be a dream.. Someone pinch me." Ken whispered beneath his breath as he stared straight up.
Wormmon would have raised an eyebrow if he had one. His master just asked him to pinch him, how odd. Skuttling over to Ken's ankle, Wormmon opened the purple shell of his mouth and snapped his head forwards. Closing his mouth tightly, he felt the material of Ken's leg and a piece of skin be pinched between the jagged purple sides.
"AHH! OW! LEGGO MY EGGO!" Ken leapt into the air, grinding his teeth tightly as Wormmon suddenly and unexpectedly bit him. Turning on his heel to face the figment of his imagination, Ken leant down and rubbed the side of his leg where Wormmon bit him. With a hiss he looked at the green bug before him, able to actually look at him without freaking out.
"What did you do that for!?" He squawked watching between the loose strands of his hair as the bug slowly backed up and cringed for a reason unexplainable to Ken.
"You told me to pinch you.. So I did, master." Wormmon grimaced, hoping that Ken wouldn't go all out and whip him for this, though he usually would. Looking back at Ken with his sparkling blue eyes, he stared into the mauve lens of the Kaiser's glasses, wondering what could be going on inside his genius head.
Standing up to his full height, Ken shook his head and rolled his eyes at the stupid little freak. "Dude, it's a figure of speech. Anyone who's anyone, idiot or retarded, would know something like that." His eyes were narrowed. "Like, totally." He snorted, stepping over Wormmon and into the control room. Walking towards the chair that sat in the middle he stopped beside it and looked around.
"Well if I'm not dreaming, which I found out harshly by you, where the hell am I? And where is the studio? Not to mention Daisuke. Confusing, ugh." He sighed, turning his head he looked at the monitors. The main one in the middle focused on the familiar group of people he knew, and Daisuke was among them.
"Master, you're in the Digital World.." The bug spoke up, telling him exactly where he was and sounding sincere about it.
Biting his lower lip, he turned his head around to look at Wormmon. "The Digital World? You mean -thee- Digital World? There's no such place. Trust me. Nothing was proven about it, and it's an insane idea created by the writers of this show. The insane writers." Ken stated, looking back to the monitors. He went rigid for a second, "wait, wait, wait. It has to be- No. How? Damn confusing matters. How can I be the Emperor then? It makes no sense. Does it? Wait, yes. No. Could it? Possibly. But then!--Nah. Wait! But--"
"Master." Wormmon's voice popped up. Ken continued without recognition whatsoever.
"But THEN..." He tilted his head to the side with raised eyebrows. "...Oh. Hmm. Well that couldn't--Hold it! Yes! Hah! I'm brilliant!-Wait...Nnno. Ohhh...Well maybe!--"
"Master."
"Buuutttt ifff she said that he said that he said, then he couldn't've possibly said that he said that she said that she said that he said that she said that!"
"Master."
"Hah! I've figured it out...Wait a minute." Ken blinked, putting a gloved index finger to the corner of his mouth.
"...Master."
"Yes, I do think so. So maybe purple ISN'T my color. So what, Daisuke looks bad in orange..." He narrowed his eyes, huffing a little.
"Master you're hysterical."
Noting the behavior of Ken was different, the sounds of Wormmon's claws clicking against the floor became louder as he approached. Cautious steps told Ken of his unsure fear.
Spinning on his heel, Ken slammed his foot down and leant over Wormmon, staring at him with lowered eyes from behind the masking lenses of his glasses. "Exactly! Want to know why? Because I'm in some place where the world spun once and must have fallen over!- or something like that. I'm not in reality! And don't start with that master stuff on me. It's unnerving." He hissed, his anger diminishing towards the end of the explanation. Maybe finally he could stop with the questions and work on a way home, after finding Daisuke.
Turning around after hearing the voices on the screen, he blinked and looked across at all the monitors which just seemed to stick in place against whatever the control room was made out of, data. Raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses, Ken sidestepped and moved himself in front of the main monitor. "..I'm used to it. Sure. Just.. like.. the set.. Only.. Blacker, bigger, and realler."
"Is 'realler' a word?"
"Shut up damn you."
"Gotcha."
Still staring up at Ken in fearful amazement, he wasn't sure whether to trust this look-a-like or not, seeing as how he still looked and sounding like the cruel, cold Ken he knew and had to call master day by day for years and years. "Ken.. you sure do speak funny.."
"I'll speak funny if I want to, damnit. Now where the hell is the channel changing button thing?" Ken snorted, squinting through the dark of the control room he took a step ahead and bashed his nose against a wall, which he had no idea was there. Shaking his head, he raised his hand to his nose and rubbed in with an annoyed growl, he wondered if Daisuke was having as much fun as he was.
With a groan, Daisuke was rolled over by a pair of hands other than his own. Opening an eye, he peered at Takeru, Iori, Hikari, and Miyako, along with some other weird freaky looking puppet dudes. They all looked concerned, Kari looked the most concered as she cradled his head. Noticing how everyone was in full costume, Daisuke opened both his eyes and blinked, looking around at the group. "Uhmm..? Why are you guys in costume? Dude, are we filming? Oh, maybe I knocked myself out. Studio accidents are common.."
"Is he okay?" Iori blinked, raising a suspicious eyebrow above his curious emerald green eyes.
"Well, he sounds fruity up the loom, but that's just Davis." Miyako said, also looking at him in the same way.
"Well he should be fine. I mean, he was thrown up in a tree by one of the Ken's digimon, but, he only hit his stomach." Hikari said, continuing to stare down at Daisuke. She stood up and held up her pink digivice, looking at it as if studying it.
"Dude, I'm fine. It's all of you who are talking so crazy. Attacked by one of the Ken's digimon? How? That's not in the script." He squeaked, standing up and looking around. Flexing his fingers, he looked down at himself; how he was fully in his second costume he wore when he was in the Digital World. A blue dino dude walked up to him, looking at him with curious blue eyes.
"Hey buddy, are you okay? What's a script? Huh? Does it taste good?" Veemon asked Daisuke, his lips moving and everything, even his chest when he breathed. The Digimon looked so real, Daisuke had to blink twice, and then even poke Veemon before realizing the thing actually either was alive, or that would be some killer special effects. Dude.
"Yo, where are we anyways?" Daisuke asked, looking around. He stopped for a moment, remembering the last time he saw Ken, and how they'd just spoke of him. "Oh, hey, you guys seen Ken? I have to talk to him. I wonder if he had the same weird dream.."
"Davis.. Are you totally sure you're feeling fine? It sounds like you and Ken are actually friends.. How could you be friends with a jerk like that, I mean, you hate him.. right?" Rambling, she continued. "He's totally cute and all but..." Miyako blinked. "Wow, Davis! I didn't know you swung that way!" She gasped, making fists with a red face, suddenly getting all affluter. "Damn you! He's mine!"
"Huh? Swing where? I'm even moving..." He thought for a moment on that one. "And yes I'm feeling fine and no, Ken isn't a jerk, he's my best friend, like you people already know. Uhmm.. Well there was that one time he attacked me with a mop.." Daisuke blinked, starting to back away from his totally wacked out cast members. He wondered what's gotten into them.
"Grab him! He's unstable!" Takeru exclaimed, leaping ahead with Miyako and Iori with their arms stretched out. Takeru and Miyako latched onto his arms while Veemon grabbed one hand and Hawkmon grabbed the other. Daisuke just blinked as a sweat bead dripped down his temple with nervousness.
"Uhmm.. Uhmm.. Guys? Guys? Hello? Let go?" Daisuke blinked, his eyebrows furrowed with massive confusion, he wondered what exactly was going on with these guys, or if last night really wasn't a dream.
"..Cool little men in white suits? Sounds like fun." Ken said, turning his head to look at Daisuke with a half raised eyebrow. He blinked and looked down at the apron draped across his arm with a slight grin. "Well, all I managed to do was burn the Kraft Dinner and look like an idiot. Sounds like I'm becoming a regular Davis." He snickered, looking back up at Daisuke, his hair turning black from being soaked in the rain.
"Dude, you're never going to be that smart." Daisuke remarked with a grin, turning around and walking back up the trailer steps. He grabbed the handle and pulled on it, the door didn't budge. With a blink, Daisuke tried again, pulling on the door harder than the last time. "..It's stuck." He said sounding puzzled.
Ken cocked his head to the side as he walked up the steps beside Daisuke. Sticking out his tongue, he sucked it back in a smirked, "looks like someone isn't as strong as they thought." He stated, replacing Daisuke's hand with his on the door handle. Tugging on it, both of his eyebrows raised, as he couldn't get it open. "Hey, what's going on?!"
From the other side of the door, they could hear Kiyoshi laughing as he ran away from the door. They both banged on the door for five minutes straight, telling the little boy to open the door or else; no reply came form the other side. Getting cold and wet, Daisuke and Ken walked down the trailer steps in dismay, looking across the dark parking lot to the studios at the other end.
"Well, it's either head inside, or seek shelter at the bitch's house.." Ken muttered, looking towards Miyako's trailer along the way. He noticed the others, but they were either sleeping or gone out, because all their lights were off. He sighed, shaking his head and starting to walk towards the studios slowly, wondering on Daisuke's answer, though he could already predict it.
"Dude, I'd die first than head for her house, err, trailer. You know what I meant." Daisuke said, wrapping his arms around himself, he only worn a t- shirt and a pair of snap pants, talk about cold. Looking ahead, he focused everything on the doorway leading into the Digimon Studios, where it was warm and hopefully unlocked.
Walking across the parking lot, Ken stared up at the building, standing in front of the door that kept them out. He squinted his eyes as the thick sheets of rain came down on him continuously. Planning a few things in store for Kiyoshi, he lowered his head and stared at the door. Curling four wet fingers around the handle, he wrenched it open, letting out a sigh of relief as he stepped inside, Daisuke plodding in behind him.
"Man, that's better." Daisuke sighed as well, looking around the dry, empty, and dark studio. He could hear the rain splashing down onto the metal roof way above their heads, it sounding more like hail than huge bomber sized raindrops. Furrowing his eyebrows, he reached a hand out and gripped Ken's thin wet blue shirt. "Dude, check out that light over there. Maybe someone is inside the office?" He said, squinting through the dark past Ken's shoulder to stare at a faint trail of light leading from around one of the sets.
Ken blinked and turned his head to where Daisuke was looking at without knowing it, he also spied the shaft of blue light far off. "..I guess it means we have to pick our way through this hell house in the dark.. Again." He sighed, stalking forwards with more caution than he's ever applied in his life. One trip and fall, he could land on a camera or get tangled up in wires, or worse, break a camera and get all his money drained out of him for charges.
They stopped and stared up at the main monitor of the Kaiser's control room. Ken was the first to raise his eyebrow in wonderment to it. "Huh? Who left this thing on..?" He said out loud, taking a step towards it. Daisuke let go of Ken's shirt, letting it drop wetly against his back again. As Ken walked towards it, the screen looked all fuzzy, and then turned a glowing dark blue.
Something started happening to the screen as Ken approached it, he tugged Daisuke along with him, unsure of what to make of it. "Hey.. What the hell's going on?" They both said out loud as a small spec in the center of the glowing screen grew into a swirl of mixed colors, which seemed to take up the entire screen. Slowly it advanced towards them at first, only looking as if it was growing bigger by the second.
The vortex flashed brightly as a loud clap was heard within it, such as that of thunder. It was swirling around them like a tornado, whipping both their hair and clothes around them. Looking around in surprise, Ken and Daisuke both looked at each other with their mouths gaped open.
Letting loose a scream, the vortex flashed and closed up around them. In a matter of seconds, Ken and Daisuke were vanished from their own world.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Being conscious throughout the whole trip, Ken and Daisuke spun wildly through the vortex that carried them, screaming their heads off. Stuck in the center, they latched onto each other's hands and never let go in fear of being separated. The brightly flashing blue lights around them were forming a cylindrical tunnel as they were gliding through it at warp speed. Suddenly, up ahead, they saw the conjunction, the tunnel split up into two different colored portals, one dark blue and one orangey red. They gasped and looked ahead, both glancing at each other and giving a slight nod, they would have to let go or die.
"On three!" Daisuke cried, still having his hand wrapped around Ken's. Nodding, Ken looked back ahead at the turning tunnel, waiting for Daisuke to shout the magic word which would allow them to live, though be dangerously separated in a place which had no ups or downs.
"Three!" Commanding Daisuke, untwining his finger's as they approached. Both safely pushed away from themselves and slid into the separate tunnels of chaos. No longer hearing a word, each was alone. Ken could only stare ahead, wondering where this wild ride was taking him, until he could see the tunnel start to take form of a rectangle around him. A white surface being the opening, he raised his arms to shield himself in case it was a wall, though he passed through it.
His form coming out of the wide screen, Ken flipped wildly as if being shot out of a cannon. Landing against the wall, he let out a grunt as his back slammed against it and he slid unconsciously to the floor.
Daisuke flew through his own tunnel, being blasted through the light blue circle, he flew into the branch of a tree, being slung over it carelessly as he hung there in pain and falling into unconsciousness.
Appearing elsewhere, the lightly blue colored vortex swirled into existence in the middle of a dense forest. Snapping loudly with crackling electricity, it ejected the human being roughly into the ground, causing the kid to let out a grunt then a sob as he slid through the mess of fallen leaves and loose dirt. As quickly as it came, the vortex seemed to swallow itself as it became smaller until it dispersed.
"Master..?" A voice rang out from the other side of Ken's eyelids. He groaned and rolled his head away from whoever was standing in front of him, and continued snoring. A dim light shone outside as the movement unblocked the shadow. Something stiff and pointed poked the tip of his nose, whoever was in front of him, was placing a hand or something on his stomach and chest.
Ken's snoring was clogged in a hault, as the sharpened rod poking him actually jammed up into his nostril, largening one side of his nose. He sighed silently and rustled a little, beginning to twitch. Compacted sounds of haulted mucus and breathing jarred his throat, and he snorted the pointer back out again.
Reaching a hand up, he brushed whatever poked him away from his nose. Shaking his head, he placed a hand against something smooth and pushed it off his chest as he sat up, pulling his head and back away from the wall he must have landed against.
"Ugh.. Go away.. It's too early." Ken grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to roll over, he was so tired and just wanted to go back to sleep. "And pick your own nose Kiyoshi." Opening his mouth in a yawn, he felt something digging into the side of his neck, a hard piece of something was pressing against the base of his jaw annoyingly. Finally he huffed and decided to give up, since whoever was trying to wake him up didn't seem to give up.
"Master.. The DigiDestined are already in the Digital World," the person stated, sounding almost worried. By the sounds of his voice, it was an old man who was playing the Digimon game and calling him master, another fan must have gotten in or something.
Shaking his head, Ken kept his eyes closed. Still feeling ragged from yesterday, swinging through the air, and landing on his head, he didn't need this. "Look, I'm signing autographs later today, why don't you come back then...okay? Go find some seniors home or wherever you came from.." He growled, reaching his right hand up to cover his eyes, only to find the hard plastic of a pair of thick framed glasses he knew too well. "..What the hell?"
"Autographs? Seniors home? What are those, master?" The weird sounding dude asked from the darkness beyond Ken's eyelids. Finally, giving up, Ken sighed and opened his eyes. The bright light from the TV screens made him think twice as he shut his eyes again, the light nearly blinding to those used to the dark.
Moving his arms, Ken pulled himself up and peered out at the world through a small slit between his racks of eyelashes. By what he felt and could see, he was wearing his Kaiser costume. Slowly his eyes adjusted as he opened them more, not bother to look down at whatever was on his stomach, though searching above for the old man who was bugging him. "..Huh?"
"Master, are you feeling all right? You sound funny.." The same person commented, sounding a lot closer. He sounded like he was right under Ken, but how could that be? And why would he keep calling him 'master'?
Looking down, Ken came nose to nose with a huge blue-eyed bug. His eyes became as big as saucers as his jaw dropped. Sliding tightly against the wall, pushing against the ground with his feet and pulling himself back with his arms, Ken tried to get away. "D-d-did you just say something?? Like, like, like, speak? Uh.. Uh.." He stuttered, continuing to stare down at the bug.
Wormmon blinked his blue eyes up at Ken, cocking his head to the side, watching his odd movements. "Yes.. I can talk, master, and so can you." The green bug said, hopping off his chest and skittering away at his master's fast movements in order to avoid angering him and being hit, or even worse, whipped.
Ken sucked in his breath and nodded vigorously at Wormmon's reply; a talking bug that could attack him at any moment. Where the hell was he? Taking the advantage of being jumped off of, he leapt up to his feet, keeping his mouth tightly shut in case of screaming his head off. Pressing his lips firmly together, he hopped over to the door of the control room, looking as if he was about to throw up.
"Master? Master, are you -sure- you're all right? Maybe you need to build a few control spires and battle the DigiDestined, hmm? Or a nice walk in the woods?" Wormmon shouted after Ken who was running out of the control room in a mad dash. The green Digimon just sat there on all his claws, wondering what has gotten into his master.
Ken stopped in the entranceway he stood there and looked down the entire length of the base. It stretched out a long ways below, he could barely see the bottom it was so dark. Gathering his sense, he looked down in awe, trailing his eyes up towards the top. This base was huge and lifelike. With a blink, he stayed there taking it all in, not even noticing the approaching Wormmon.
"This is a dream, isn't it? I swear this has got to be a dream.. Someone pinch me." Ken whispered beneath his breath as he stared straight up.
Wormmon would have raised an eyebrow if he had one. His master just asked him to pinch him, how odd. Skuttling over to Ken's ankle, Wormmon opened the purple shell of his mouth and snapped his head forwards. Closing his mouth tightly, he felt the material of Ken's leg and a piece of skin be pinched between the jagged purple sides.
"AHH! OW! LEGGO MY EGGO!" Ken leapt into the air, grinding his teeth tightly as Wormmon suddenly and unexpectedly bit him. Turning on his heel to face the figment of his imagination, Ken leant down and rubbed the side of his leg where Wormmon bit him. With a hiss he looked at the green bug before him, able to actually look at him without freaking out.
"What did you do that for!?" He squawked watching between the loose strands of his hair as the bug slowly backed up and cringed for a reason unexplainable to Ken.
"You told me to pinch you.. So I did, master." Wormmon grimaced, hoping that Ken wouldn't go all out and whip him for this, though he usually would. Looking back at Ken with his sparkling blue eyes, he stared into the mauve lens of the Kaiser's glasses, wondering what could be going on inside his genius head.
Standing up to his full height, Ken shook his head and rolled his eyes at the stupid little freak. "Dude, it's a figure of speech. Anyone who's anyone, idiot or retarded, would know something like that." His eyes were narrowed. "Like, totally." He snorted, stepping over Wormmon and into the control room. Walking towards the chair that sat in the middle he stopped beside it and looked around.
"Well if I'm not dreaming, which I found out harshly by you, where the hell am I? And where is the studio? Not to mention Daisuke. Confusing, ugh." He sighed, turning his head he looked at the monitors. The main one in the middle focused on the familiar group of people he knew, and Daisuke was among them.
"Master, you're in the Digital World.." The bug spoke up, telling him exactly where he was and sounding sincere about it.
Biting his lower lip, he turned his head around to look at Wormmon. "The Digital World? You mean -thee- Digital World? There's no such place. Trust me. Nothing was proven about it, and it's an insane idea created by the writers of this show. The insane writers." Ken stated, looking back to the monitors. He went rigid for a second, "wait, wait, wait. It has to be- No. How? Damn confusing matters. How can I be the Emperor then? It makes no sense. Does it? Wait, yes. No. Could it? Possibly. But then!--Nah. Wait! But--"
"Master." Wormmon's voice popped up. Ken continued without recognition whatsoever.
"But THEN..." He tilted his head to the side with raised eyebrows. "...Oh. Hmm. Well that couldn't--Hold it! Yes! Hah! I'm brilliant!-Wait...Nnno. Ohhh...Well maybe!--"
"Master."
"Buuutttt ifff she said that he said that he said, then he couldn't've possibly said that he said that she said that she said that he said that she said that!"
"Master."
"Hah! I've figured it out...Wait a minute." Ken blinked, putting a gloved index finger to the corner of his mouth.
"...Master."
"Yes, I do think so. So maybe purple ISN'T my color. So what, Daisuke looks bad in orange..." He narrowed his eyes, huffing a little.
"Master you're hysterical."
Noting the behavior of Ken was different, the sounds of Wormmon's claws clicking against the floor became louder as he approached. Cautious steps told Ken of his unsure fear.
Spinning on his heel, Ken slammed his foot down and leant over Wormmon, staring at him with lowered eyes from behind the masking lenses of his glasses. "Exactly! Want to know why? Because I'm in some place where the world spun once and must have fallen over!- or something like that. I'm not in reality! And don't start with that master stuff on me. It's unnerving." He hissed, his anger diminishing towards the end of the explanation. Maybe finally he could stop with the questions and work on a way home, after finding Daisuke.
Turning around after hearing the voices on the screen, he blinked and looked across at all the monitors which just seemed to stick in place against whatever the control room was made out of, data. Raising an eyebrow from behind his glasses, Ken sidestepped and moved himself in front of the main monitor. "..I'm used to it. Sure. Just.. like.. the set.. Only.. Blacker, bigger, and realler."
"Is 'realler' a word?"
"Shut up damn you."
"Gotcha."
Still staring up at Ken in fearful amazement, he wasn't sure whether to trust this look-a-like or not, seeing as how he still looked and sounding like the cruel, cold Ken he knew and had to call master day by day for years and years. "Ken.. you sure do speak funny.."
"I'll speak funny if I want to, damnit. Now where the hell is the channel changing button thing?" Ken snorted, squinting through the dark of the control room he took a step ahead and bashed his nose against a wall, which he had no idea was there. Shaking his head, he raised his hand to his nose and rubbed in with an annoyed growl, he wondered if Daisuke was having as much fun as he was.
With a groan, Daisuke was rolled over by a pair of hands other than his own. Opening an eye, he peered at Takeru, Iori, Hikari, and Miyako, along with some other weird freaky looking puppet dudes. They all looked concerned, Kari looked the most concered as she cradled his head. Noticing how everyone was in full costume, Daisuke opened both his eyes and blinked, looking around at the group. "Uhmm..? Why are you guys in costume? Dude, are we filming? Oh, maybe I knocked myself out. Studio accidents are common.."
"Is he okay?" Iori blinked, raising a suspicious eyebrow above his curious emerald green eyes.
"Well, he sounds fruity up the loom, but that's just Davis." Miyako said, also looking at him in the same way.
"Well he should be fine. I mean, he was thrown up in a tree by one of the Ken's digimon, but, he only hit his stomach." Hikari said, continuing to stare down at Daisuke. She stood up and held up her pink digivice, looking at it as if studying it.
"Dude, I'm fine. It's all of you who are talking so crazy. Attacked by one of the Ken's digimon? How? That's not in the script." He squeaked, standing up and looking around. Flexing his fingers, he looked down at himself; how he was fully in his second costume he wore when he was in the Digital World. A blue dino dude walked up to him, looking at him with curious blue eyes.
"Hey buddy, are you okay? What's a script? Huh? Does it taste good?" Veemon asked Daisuke, his lips moving and everything, even his chest when he breathed. The Digimon looked so real, Daisuke had to blink twice, and then even poke Veemon before realizing the thing actually either was alive, or that would be some killer special effects. Dude.
"Yo, where are we anyways?" Daisuke asked, looking around. He stopped for a moment, remembering the last time he saw Ken, and how they'd just spoke of him. "Oh, hey, you guys seen Ken? I have to talk to him. I wonder if he had the same weird dream.."
"Davis.. Are you totally sure you're feeling fine? It sounds like you and Ken are actually friends.. How could you be friends with a jerk like that, I mean, you hate him.. right?" Rambling, she continued. "He's totally cute and all but..." Miyako blinked. "Wow, Davis! I didn't know you swung that way!" She gasped, making fists with a red face, suddenly getting all affluter. "Damn you! He's mine!"
"Huh? Swing where? I'm even moving..." He thought for a moment on that one. "And yes I'm feeling fine and no, Ken isn't a jerk, he's my best friend, like you people already know. Uhmm.. Well there was that one time he attacked me with a mop.." Daisuke blinked, starting to back away from his totally wacked out cast members. He wondered what's gotten into them.
"Grab him! He's unstable!" Takeru exclaimed, leaping ahead with Miyako and Iori with their arms stretched out. Takeru and Miyako latched onto his arms while Veemon grabbed one hand and Hawkmon grabbed the other. Daisuke just blinked as a sweat bead dripped down his temple with nervousness.
"Uhmm.. Uhmm.. Guys? Guys? Hello? Let go?" Daisuke blinked, his eyebrows furrowed with massive confusion, he wondered what exactly was going on with these guys, or if last night really wasn't a dream.