Camping With The Digimon
Disclaimer: Toei owns Digimon. G'night . . . (That's all I have to say since I'm up late and writing this story . . .)
Author's Note: I'm back (after taking a vacation break in California for a week with my dad) and here's another chapter of mischief and mayhem. (Gawd my brain wants to shut down, although my eyes are wide awake)
Summary: A nice and relaxing camping trip. Gathered around the campfire, listening to ghost stories, star gazing, and then sleeping with a bear next to you in the tent. Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!! Another mischief of brought from the Digimon.
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Chapter Three: The Joy of Camping Around the Campfire
"God must hate me or something," Beelzemon mumbled.
He had just barely, and I mean BARELY escaped from the claws of an angry mother bear. After being clawed, mauled, and slobbered by her, Beelzemon almost thought about the time in Las Vegas at a little motel with that - Uhhh. . . Um, but that's another story to be told in Beelzemon's Autobiography and not in here . . . Since this story isn't mainly about him.
"I knew I should've brought bigger guns . . ." Beelzemon complained. "And maybe a live bait like those Patamons or Nehmon to use as one . . . "
He suddenly stumbled on to something.
"Awww, shit!! These are my best boots!!"
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"Guilmon! Are you done with what you're cooking?" Terriermon asked.
"Wait longer!!" Guilmon replied, kindling the fire with the meal cooking over it.
Most of the Digimon had gathered around the campfire by now as the night started to grow, all grew very hungry and waiting for a meal to feast upon right about now. Guilmon's meal that he cooked was filling the air with a delicious smell that probably would attract unwanted visitors . . . Uh-oh.
"Man, my stomach is chewing on it's own self!!" Cyberdramon complained. "I need to eat something!! Now!"
"Hey, don't be staring at me, ugly!" Hawkmon shouted, bandaging himself. "Even though I do smell like a roast chicken . . ."
"Who are you calling ugly?!" Cyberdramon roared.
"Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry . . ." Veemon chanted in a slow and monotonous way.
Armadillomon sat next to him and couldn't stand it. "Veemon! Stop it! My ears are aching cause of you . . ."
"But I can't decide what I am now: Hungry or bored?" Veemon replied. "Oh, let see . . . Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry . . ."
Armadillomon couldn't stand it and started to go insane by Veemon's stupid cheap jerky ways. "That does it!" Armadillomon wasn't the sort to go violent except only when fighting evil Digimon but for once he was violent to his friend . . . Which is now and at Veemon as he grabbed the blue Rookie by the throat, stopping him from chanting.
"Ack! Ack! Ack! Air . . . Air! I need air!!" Veemon suffocated.
"Shut your %&@$-hole, Veemon!! Before I cram my foot up your scaly %&# and then rip the living &%#$ out of you!!!" Armadillomon raged on.
"Whoa . . . Now that's something I didn't expect," said Beelzemon. "And I'm the King of All Profanity in this group and that's something I didn't see coming!"
"Calumon, don't add this to your vocabulary list, please!" Guilmon shouted over from his kitchen area. "Terriermon, can you cover Calumon's ear for me since I'm not there to watch over him."
"Sure, sure," Terriermon replied, picking up Calumon and putting him in his lap and covering the catalyst's ears. "Can you hear me?"
"Nope, I don't hear a @#$%!!" Calumon replied innocently.
o_0;;; " . . . That means you can still hear me!!" Terriermon shouted, covering Calumon's ears harder with his hand, suddenly realizing what Calumon had just said. "Uh-oh . . . Guilmon, it slipped. Calumon learned a new word."
"Uh-oh," Guilmon replied with his claws to his mouth. "What word was it?"
"Stop it, all of you!" Renamon shouted, just as all hell was to break loose (especially if Calumon was to start cussing and swearing). "Cyberdramon, you're not ugly. Hawkmon, you're not a roast chicken. Veemon, you're hungry. Terriermon, cover Calumon's ears tighter. Guilmon, go back and cook. Armadillomon, it's over so sit back and watch the fire."
All four pouted. "Fine."
Renamon gave a sigh of relief. "Phew! I wish Rika and the others would come her soon. I can't handle being in a situation like this, as a parent or tamer to THESE lunatics . . ."
"Ah, it could be worse you know . . ." Gatomon assured. "At least you're NOT a parent or tamer . . . It's Kari's and the other human's job."
"You're right about that," Lopmon answered.
"*sigh* I'm gonna take a shower. It always calm me down . . ." she sighed.
As Renamon swiftly left to go to the showering cabins near the lake, the Patamons and Nehmon had returned, panting heavily like they just made a mad dash.
"Nehmon, what's wrong?" Bokomon asked, looking up at the rabbit as he read his book.
"Big . . . We ran . . . Beelzemon . . . Mauling, roaring, clawing . . . Behind . . ." Nehmon summarized, still panting from running.
"Sounds like Beelzemon in Las Vegas at that little motel and chapel . . ." Guardromon remembered. "Whatever happened to him and her?"
"Who? Beelzemon's-?" MarineAngemon was about to ask.
"No, not Las Vegas. We ran and left Beelzemon when we heard him scream," Patamon_F answered.
0_0;;; "You left Beelzemon when he could've been calling for help?!" Wormmon said in shock. "Oh my!!"
"Hey, he was practically a hero to us because if Beelzemon wasn't distracting the bear, we wouldn't have heard it and ran," Patamon replied, twisting a few things in the story.
"Actually, we were picking berries and Beelzemon said to stay here while he go hunt some dangerous bears and when we heard the scream we didn't want to play heroes so we-Wahh!!!" Patamon suddenly slapped Nehmon behind the head with a giant Japanese fan that was even bigger than him to shut the dumb rabbit up.
"Nehmon, they don't need to hear the whole story, okay?" Patamon reminded.
Nehmon rubbed his sore head. " Sorry . . ."
"So where's Beelzemon now?" Cyberdramon asked.
"Right here, ugly," Beelzemon called out from behind him.
He had shredded clothes hanging from his limbs and his whole body looked like a bunch of wolves just started chewing him like a plastic squeaky chew toy that was thrown as a reward. The only thing that looked fine was . . . Okay, nothing looked fine at the moment.
"I hate camping and hunting. They don't mix," Beelzemon added, as he stumbled towards the campfire to sit down next to everyone.
"Why the heck is everyone calling me ugly?!" Cyberdramon shouted. "You don't think I have feelings too?!"
"Only for yourself and not for others," Terriermon answered.
"Hey, I do, too, care for others," the dragon replied.
"Like who?"
"Ryo."
"You practically bit his arm at the New Years Eve party!! And you dragged him all the way to the Digital World where he could've been mauled by a big evil Digimon ready to dine on him or fall over a cliff into a bottomless pit!! What the hell were you thinking?!"
" . . . Ryo understands that deep inside I'm a cute little monster."
"Oh, please!! There's nothing cute within you!!" Terriermon huffed. "And that's a true fact."
"Why you little-!!"
"Dinner ready!!" Guilmon announced.
"YAY!!!" everyone shouted and cheered.
"Aaaagghhh!! Heel! Heel! Aaaggghhh!" Terriermon screamed as Cyberdramon ran after him.
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"Gee, why aren't we there yet?" Ryo wondered.
"Yeah, weren't we suppose to be there by now?" Takato asked.
"Don't ask me, I'm just following orders from Davis' map reading," Yolei replied.
"Hey, it'll take time, y'know?" Davis answered.
"Depends on how much time we have!! We've been driving for over six hours!! We should be at the campsite by now!! Eating smores! Hot dogs!! Telling stories!!!" Kazu reminded. "But instead we're on a bus!! Moaning and groaning and complaining about not being there!!"
"Calm yourself, Kazu. I bet in about two hours we'll be there," T.K. assured.
"Okay, Yolei, turn left here," Davis ordered.
"Uh-huh." Yolei made a left turn in the fork.
"Next, right."
"Uh-huh." A right turn now.
"Another right."
"Yeah." Right turn.
"And then a left turn."
"Left turn," she repeated.
"And then make a U-Turn here, and here, and here, and here," Davis ordered.
"Why?" Yolei asked.
"I misread the map," Davis replied.
"DAVIS!!!" Yolei screamed.
"Oh my god!" Takuya shouted from over Davis' shoulder.
"What?" Davis asked. "Is there a bee on my head?"
Takuya lifted the map out of Davis' hands gently, turned it upside down from what Davis held, and gently put it back into Davis' hands. Davis carefully examined the map again. " . . . Eep!"
Practically almost everyone in the bus had a dread feeling and sweat drops hanging from the side of their heads, with an almost dead look and saying, "Oh my . . ."
Kari sighed. "I knew I was right. Every time my nose itches or sneezes, something bad was bound to happen."
"Kouichi, Zoe, get the First Aid boxes out, now," Yolei said calmly in an almost shivered tone, as veins started popping from her forehead. "T.K., take the wheel for me, please."
"Uh, yeah," T.K. replied as he did, fearing Yolei's wrath if he did try to protest.
Suddenly Yolei sprang at Davis like a mountain lion ready to shred and tear Davis from limb to limb.
Davis screamed, "Bear! Bear! Bear! BEAR!!!"
"I'll show you what a bear is again!!" Yolei screamed in almost a demonic way.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
" . . . Ouch, that got to hurt," Rika watched.
Suddenly Kari gave a loud and terrible sneeze. "Oh dear . . . something bad is gonna happen again."
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"Argh! Stupid bears! Don't they know not to leave their shits around in the road or something?!" Beelzemon mumbled as he got a stick and started scraping the doo off his shoes. "They could've at least put it into the bushes or even an outhouse! Don't they know what a toilet is for?!"
"Bears don't know how to use a toilet," Veemon replied. "They're dumber than us Digimon."
"Well someone needs to potty-train those animals!!" Beelzemon complained, scraping the last piece off his left boot. "There, much better . . . But god it still stinks!!"
Shrouded by the warmth and glow of the campfire as they ate Guilmon's prepared meal, they feasted and chatted about the things as they relaxed.
"Hey Guilmon, this is great!" Terriermon complimented. "What's your secret?"
"Well, peanut butter of course, silly," Guilmon grinned, taking a big bite of his Guilmon bread. "Oh yeah, and peanut oil too."
Terriermon sigh, "I should've known. But still it's great!"
"Why, thank you!" Guilmon happily smiled.
"Hey, Guilmon, did you know Arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking on to the roof of your mouth?" Veemon asked.
"No, but I don't have that phobia," Guilmon shook his head. "I like peanut butter, a lot! I feel bad for people who are scared of peanut butter."
Veemon then had an impending question toward Beelzemon. "Beelzemon, do you have Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?"
Beelzemon shifted a bit uncomfortably at the word. "I don't know . . . What does it mean?"
"Fear of very, very, very, very, very, very looooonnnggg words," Veemon smiled.
Beelzemon shifted again. "Well, maybe . . ."
Veemon breathed in a huff of air before he was about to say, "Supercalifradulousanexpialidocious!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Beelzemon yelled, covering his ears from the word. "Okay, okay! I've been traumatized of long words ever since I failed third grade because I wasn't good at spelling long words!! There! It's out in the open! Spelling Bees were the worse thing to hear!!!"
"Sheesh, baby," said Veemon.
Beelzemon then grabbed the dragon's neck and rattled him. "Who the hell are you calling baby?!!"
Cyberdramon had finished his roasted campfire hotdogs and wiped his chops with the back of his hand. "Alright, I'm done. Now time for some ghost stories around the campfire!"
"Yay!!" they all cheered in glee, ready to be spooked.
"Put me done," Veemon demanded. "I wanna hear the story!"
"Fine," he answered, dropping the poor blue down.
"It better not be stories from our experience at that haunted inn from last year," Wormmon replied. "Those still give me the creeps because they were for real!"
"Relaxed, bug, I got this new one I remembered on my trip to the Digital World with Ryo, hehe, and it just so happens to be real and was on this same day" Cyberdramon answered, giving his dragon trademark grin. "Okay, it's called The Night Fire Maiden."
"Oooh, creepy name," Veemon awed.
Cyberdramon now began his ghost story of The Night Fire Maiden. "Alright, this is a true story. It's based on this one night when Ryo and I were traveling the darkest and deepest gorge in the Digital World at night while training on this very same day."
"Yeah, yeah, get to the point!" MarineAngemon bounced up and down, wanting to know the scary part.
"I hate dark places!" Calumon shivered, hiding behind Guilmon's large tail. "It gives me the heebie-jeebies! Oooh!"
"Calumon, I think you have, Achluophobia then," Terriermon inquired.
"Hey, my story here? Ahem! Okay, now where was I? Oh yeah . . . We've been traveling all day and ended up in a deep gorge by night fall. Our legs throbbed, sweat beaded down our faces, we were exhausted and dehydrated and were about to fall right there and now."
"Come on! Scary part! Scary part! I want to hear the scary part!" Bokomon shouted.
Nehmon frowned. "Hey, that's my line . . ."
"Ahem! Anyway, as I was saying . . ." Cyberdramon interrupted, seeing that they were all starting to act up a bit. "Ryo suggested we find a cave soon and rest for the next day. Me on the other hand, I wanted to go search for my ultimate foe. I pounded my fist into the side of the gorge and made a cave for Ryo to stay in while I go off to fight. "Don't wander off too far," he said to me as I left. I growled in a small affable laugh as I stomped off," Cyberdramon told, as the fire created deep shadows along his dark and crimson wing and body, making him intimidating and even more fearsome as he imitated a low chuckling like in the story. (Scaring a few of the younger Digimon already).
Everyone seemed interested into the story now that Cyberdramon continued to tell, except one mon.
"*yawn* This is boring . . ." Veemon yawned. "REALLY boring."
"No it's not," Wormmon replied in a whispering tone. "It's good. It takes time till the good part comes along."
"Well I'll wait till the good part comes while I go take a shower," Veemon moaned, trying to stop from yawning. "See ya."
Veemon got off the log he sat on and headed to the showering cabins near the lake. Gatomon noticed Veemon slipping his way out into the dark and towards the cabin as she leaned over to Wormmon. "Hey, where's Veemon going?"
"He said he was going to take a shower," Wormmon replied.
"Uh-oh," Lopmon heard. "Renamon is still in there showering," she told Gatomon.
Gatomon then got the idea. "Oh-no . . . That ain't good."
"What? What?" Wormmon asked, wanting to know dearly, almost interrupting Cyberdramon's storytelling.
"Let just say, if there's any screaming in this story, we'll get an actual scream here and maybe if there's some blood in the story too, we'll get some actual blood spilling too," Gatomon summarized.
Wormmon's antennas stood on ends in a scared straight kind of way. "Veemon is going to be in deep trouble!"
"Shhh! Calumon hushed.
"As I walked along the narrow deep gorge, it seemed like I was walking down a dark cave, not knowing where I was heading. That night, there wasn't even a single star lighting the sky, except the full cream moon giving off a radiant of an eerie light, like an eye of the Diablomon . . . I wasn't scared as I made my walk that night. Even a few wall screeching noises that sound like the hands of dead Digimon didn't raise a dragon scale on me. I had reached a dead end into the deep gorge and seeing that flying upward was the only way out. As I was about to make a jump to catch some air under my tattered wings, I heard a low uncanny musical hum."
Cyberdramon imitated the low uncanny musical hum as it started to chill the spine of the Digimon around the campfire. It would've sounded like a young maiden-like Angewoman singing as it gave off a ray of enticement and alluring wave but with Cyberdramon trying to imitate the humming, it sounded like an old Calmarimon humming underwater . . .
"This really scares me," Armadillomon trembled.
"But it hasn't even gotten to the scary part," said Terriermon.
"But this IS the scary part . . ." he nodded, now having the willies. "He's singing!"
"Shhh!" Calumon hushed.
Meanwhile, Veemon had gotten his towel, his toothbrush, toothpaste, and soap to go on and take a shower. He yawned the tenth time since he left the campfire and seriously thought about hitting the hay and sleeping the rest of his life. "I didn't do much today except get threatened, went swimming, get threatened again, eat, and got more threats to my life from them. Oh well, all in a mon's day? Eh?"
Veemon opened the door to the shower cabin, making a low classic door screeching noise.
"SSSCCCRREEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHH . . . . . . ."
"Was the sound I heard when the humming came to a sudden halt. I thought a boulder had slid or something and then I heard a maiden Digimon call out. "Help! Help me! Somebody help me!" I heard. My first instinct came as I dashed toward the sound of that cry. Speeding my way through the dark gorge and to a large opening. I scanned the perimeters in search of the maiden who had cried. I went over to a rockslide of rocks that seemed fresh with dust still startled, in the corner as I dug through, seeing if there was any life left. As I dug through quickly and carefully, I could hear footsteps behind me. Step, by step, by step . . . Inch, by inch, by inch . . . Knowing something was coming up behind me."
Renamon, while cleansing her fur through the hot shower with the humid fog shrouding her, she heard footsteps moving down the hall. Step, by step, by step . . . Inch, by inch, by inch . . . She suddenly had the chills run down her spine, wondering who would try to come in here.
"I swerved around and was ready to spring upon the oncoming stalker who dared to sneak up on me. Turns out, it was an Angewoman. She was the one who was singing and humming those hymns. I gave a curious and almost angered look, not liking people who sneak up behind me. She was young and beautiful, like a white bloomed lily flower on a pad in the middle of nowhere. I was enticed by her look as I asked her why was she here in the middle of nowhere. She said she came to me as a warning. A warning that in this deep gorge lies the dead of hundreds and hundreds of Digimon during a great war. Hundreds and hundreds of dead souls."
"Creepy . . ." Guilmon muttered.
"She also said that I should be aware of the singing maiden . . ."
"Even creepier . . ." Guilmon muttered again.
"The singing maiden sings on this pile of rocks every once a year on this day when the moon is high."
Guilmon looks up in the sky to see the moon was high. "Even more creepier . . ."
"But what scared me the most was when she said that whenever the maiden finishes singing, and a misguided Digimon comes down to this gorge unknowingly, she'll turn into a beast figure, sneak up on you, tap you on your shoulder, you turn around as she plants a kiss on your head, and immediately sap the soul and data out of you! Adding you to her other collection of souls and data."
Calumon saw Guilmon didn't respond to the last part as he looked pale and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Guilmon!"
"BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Guilmon jumped sky-high of fright and landed on Calumon, now shaking with fear and sweat.
"Guilmon! Off of me! Off of me!" Calumon squealed, crushed under the sac of red scales loaded with too much Guilmon breads for dinner.
"I thanked her and told her I didn't need any stories. I told her that I had a tamer and a tamer's Digimon can never lose to anything, not even a stupid old legend . She gave a chuckle to my arrogance against the warning as she looked at me piercingly. "You dare to mock the legend of The Night Fire Maiden?" she asked. I apologized-"
"That's a first," Terriermon snorted.
"-and she said that I should heed her warning before it's too late. She spread her fine delicate wings and flew over to me. I stepped back, giving her some room to land and as I did, she leaned in and gave a small kiss on the forehead of my helmet gently . . ."
Terriermon's eyes went wide with excitement. "Ooooh, Cyberdramon is in love!! Cyberdramon is in love!!" Terriermon started chanting and prancing around, mocking him in the middle of the story. "This is a love story!! Oooooh!! Cyberdramon and Angewoman, sitting in a tree!!"
Immediately, almost everyone around the campfire, who weren't mature (practically almost every one of them, since they have the mind of a child), started to choke and gag and started to make sounds like they're disgusted or dying from just hearing the word "love story". "Ewwww!" or "Ack! Agh!" or even the sound of barfing was heard.
Guilmon was probably the only one who didn't get it. "What's love? Is it like me and Takato and that we care for each other and stuff?"
"Not exactly . . ." Terriermon smirked. "Hehe, Cyberdramon and Angewoman sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- Bwah!!!"
Cyberdramon snatched the bunny Digimon from the ears and held him like a magician would do to a bunny out of a hat. Cyberdramon had veins popping out the side of his head and his teeth looked shinier and sharper than ever as drool dripped from them. He spoke in almost a demonic tone, like two voices at the same time.
Guilmon quickly and instinctively knew what was to happen as he quickly covered Calumon's ears and eyes with his hand. "This is going to be nasty . . ."
(A/N: WARNING: Violence and Gore is insured to be told in the next paragraph by Cyberdramon. The Author is sorry if you are offended by Cyberdramon's "rude" behavior but the Author cannot control him . . . No rabbits got hurt during this shouting. Please do not be angered. It's all fun and games till someone loses an eye or a finger . . . but then it's just funny later.)
"YOU #%$&ING LITTLE SON OF A &#@%$!!! YOU'RE RUINING THE WHOLE STORY!!! NOW SHUT THAT LITTLE HOLE IN YOUR FACE THAT YOU USE TO STUFF YOUR SELF SILLY WITH FOOD AND SHUT THE %&$# UP YOU LITTLE #$%&@!!! UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CRAM MY FIST DOWN THAT LITTLE THROAT OF YOURS, PULL YOUR LEFT LUNG OUT, AND BEAT YOU SILLY WITH IT TILL YOU CRY "MERCY! MERCY!" OVER AND OVER AGAIN?!?!?! HUH?! HUH?!"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Everything was really, really, really, really, really, really, quiet, and silence. Only the crackling of the flame and it's licking of the woods in it's pit was making a sound and a little bit of the cricket chirping.
Armadillomon didn't dare to speak but he leaned over to Beelzemon and whispered, "He cusses and swears as bad as you, Beelzemon."
"I know . . . Hey, but that's even worse than me! I only swear and cuss but I don't start to make it all gory and stuff," Beelzemon implied.
"Yes you do!" Armadillomon nudged.
"Well you're as bad as me from what I heard today," Beelzemon reminded.
"Who told you that?"
Cyberdramon dropped the rabbit down as Terriermon scurried like crazy and hid behind Lopmon.
Cyberdramon cracked his knuckles before he started settling down to speak again. "Now where was I . . . Oh yeah. So anyway . . . I immediately knew who she was. I grind my teeth as I flexed my fist and steel claws and then I-"
Veemon was dead tired. He just wanted a shower as he walled down the hall. He arrived to the end of the hall to the door of the showering room. "Boy, am I tired." Veemon then grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and . . . "Renamon?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE!!!"
"You screamed?" Nehmon wondered.
"No, I . . . What the? What's going on up there?" Cyberdramon wondered, really hopping to get through the next exciting part.
"I guess we should have told Veemon Renamon was taking a shower in there," Wormmon sighed.
"GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!"
"PANG!! POW!! WHOP!! BOOM!!"
"OW!! OW!! OW!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!!"
Something started to run out of the shower cabins and toward them. It had a horns, metal clinking-and-clanking along, and a large sheet over it as it screamed and howled. "AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" Every single Digimon, every one of them, screamed and ran up the nearest tree, pushing and stumbling over each other to get away. Even Cyberdramon had jumped and clung to a tree upside down when he saw the menacing thing run towards him.
The little monster howled and ran through the campsite, running in and over tents, dragging more stuff around on it.
"So what happen next Cyberdramon? What happen? What happen?" Armadillomon wondered. "Cyberdramon? Still there?"
Hawkmon waved his wing over Cyberdramon's eye view to see he was in shock. "He's in shock. I don't think he can hear us at all."
"Weird."
"What is that thing?!" Wormmon managed to ask, clinging on to dear life.
"Got me! It's ugly and scary at the same time too!" Beelzemon shouted, picking a pinecone off the branch and tossing it at the monster's head.
"Rrraaarrghhh!!" The monster was pelted by the pinecone in the head hard as it tripped over a log, stumbled into the fire pit, and then caught on fire . . . Then it started running around even more and howling even louder, and running into stuff even more.
"Jeez, if this is The Night Fire Maiden as a live play, it's pretty damn well good!" Bokomon awed at.
"Bokomon . . ." Nehmon murmured.
"Yes? What is it?" Bokomon asked.
"My pants are slipping. Please let go of my pants!" Nehmon was clinging on to a branch, Bokomon was clinging on to a pair of pants, and Patamon_F was dangling at Bokomon's toes.
"Papa-mom, help?" Patamon_F squeaked.
The monster couldn't take it anymore. It was too hot to bare anymore as it shook wildly. "Somebody help me!!"
"SPLASH!!!"
The monster was put out of the fire all the stuff that clung to him from his rampage fell off, revealing it was Veemon. "Didn't Davis ever taught you to stop, drop, and roll?" Renamon asked.
"Oh, hehe, yeah I forgot . . ." Veemon nervously laughed, looking at Renamon, who wore a towel wrapped around her body with a back brush in one hand and a bucket in the other that was used to help him out. "Nice dress." Trying to lighten the mood of the situation.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Veemon," Renamon said bluntly. "Next time, knock before you enter, okay? We already have enough pervs in this group . . ."
"Hey, don't look at me!!" Beelzemon shouted from up in the trees, as he eyed Terriermon.
"Hey, don't look at me either!" Terriermon glared back.
"Playboy bunny!" Beelzemon barked.
"Sex-obsessed neurotic!" Terriermon said yelped.
"Horny bunny dog!" Beelzemon growled.
"Girl-obsessive!" Terriermon yowled.
"Hey, at least I'm a healthy mon that ain't gay!" Beelzemon shouted.
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"God, this been a long day . . ." Davis moaned, as he laid in the back of the bus like a mummy in bandages, feeling bruised by Yolei's wrath as a bear. "This is just not my day . . ."
"I'm starting to have pity on him now, Kari," T.K. frowned.
"It's his fault any ways so don't," Kari implied.
"Ken you really need to control your girlfriend!" Davis ordered.
"Sorry, Davis, but between you and me, I'm actually afraid of her," Ken whispered.
"Then why don't you break up with her," Davis wondered.
"If I do, she might think about breaking my legs off," Ken answered.
"Told you she was a bear," Davis corrected. "Bear. Bear. Bear."
Yolei was back behind the steering wheel as she steadily drove. She felt weary and tired from fighting and arguing with Davis all this way and now her eyes felt heavy. She blinked once. Blinked twice. And now three times in a row and the fourth one, she never opened them again until she heard someone yelling in the back of the bus.
"Bear! Bear! Bear!" Davis shouted.
Yolei's eye snapped opened and she turned around to Davis. "Davis will you stop calling me a-"
"No not that! Bear! Bear! Bear! In the road! Watch it!" Davis pointed.
Yolei turned around and saw a large hairy brown bear wandering in the middle of the road caught in the bus' headlights. "Whoa! What the-?!"
She immediately made a sharp turn to the left and slammed on the brakes so she wouldn't hit the bear but then the bus took a rough ride as one of it's wheel popped and fell off the road as the whole entire bus tipped over into the ditch along the road, slid through it, fell on it's side and rolled through it with metal sparks and parts flying from it.
The bus' window shattered and cracked, bodies and bags within the bus tumbled like the inside of a dryer with clothes in them, and all screamed as the bus hit and crashed into a dead end of the ditch.
The bus lied still and upside down. Sparks and circuits dangled and gave off and windows shattered and cracked, as a red substance dripped and dabbled from it . . .
No one could've survived such a brutal run like that. Nobody . . .
"Hey, still alive, Kenta?"
"I'm dead, Kazu. I'm dead."
"Good. You're still alive then."
"Didn't you just hear me?! I'm dead so good night!"
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Gawd, this was a long chapter. Twelve pages long on Microsoft Words program. You think the Tamers and Digidestines are really dead? I think maybe one of them is dead? Yes? No? Don't know? Well . . . If I see any reviews . . . Then maybe a new chapter will come up and we'll see who survived!! Review please!!
Disclaimer: Toei owns Digimon. G'night . . . (That's all I have to say since I'm up late and writing this story . . .)
Author's Note: I'm back (after taking a vacation break in California for a week with my dad) and here's another chapter of mischief and mayhem. (Gawd my brain wants to shut down, although my eyes are wide awake)
Summary: A nice and relaxing camping trip. Gathered around the campfire, listening to ghost stories, star gazing, and then sleeping with a bear next to you in the tent. Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!! Another mischief of brought from the Digimon.
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Chapter Three: The Joy of Camping Around the Campfire
"God must hate me or something," Beelzemon mumbled.
He had just barely, and I mean BARELY escaped from the claws of an angry mother bear. After being clawed, mauled, and slobbered by her, Beelzemon almost thought about the time in Las Vegas at a little motel with that - Uhhh. . . Um, but that's another story to be told in Beelzemon's Autobiography and not in here . . . Since this story isn't mainly about him.
"I knew I should've brought bigger guns . . ." Beelzemon complained. "And maybe a live bait like those Patamons or Nehmon to use as one . . . "
He suddenly stumbled on to something.
"Awww, shit!! These are my best boots!!"
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"Guilmon! Are you done with what you're cooking?" Terriermon asked.
"Wait longer!!" Guilmon replied, kindling the fire with the meal cooking over it.
Most of the Digimon had gathered around the campfire by now as the night started to grow, all grew very hungry and waiting for a meal to feast upon right about now. Guilmon's meal that he cooked was filling the air with a delicious smell that probably would attract unwanted visitors . . . Uh-oh.
"Man, my stomach is chewing on it's own self!!" Cyberdramon complained. "I need to eat something!! Now!"
"Hey, don't be staring at me, ugly!" Hawkmon shouted, bandaging himself. "Even though I do smell like a roast chicken . . ."
"Who are you calling ugly?!" Cyberdramon roared.
"Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry . . ." Veemon chanted in a slow and monotonous way.
Armadillomon sat next to him and couldn't stand it. "Veemon! Stop it! My ears are aching cause of you . . ."
"But I can't decide what I am now: Hungry or bored?" Veemon replied. "Oh, let see . . . Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry. Bored. Hungry . . ."
Armadillomon couldn't stand it and started to go insane by Veemon's stupid cheap jerky ways. "That does it!" Armadillomon wasn't the sort to go violent except only when fighting evil Digimon but for once he was violent to his friend . . . Which is now and at Veemon as he grabbed the blue Rookie by the throat, stopping him from chanting.
"Ack! Ack! Ack! Air . . . Air! I need air!!" Veemon suffocated.
"Shut your %&@$-hole, Veemon!! Before I cram my foot up your scaly %&# and then rip the living &%#$ out of you!!!" Armadillomon raged on.
"Whoa . . . Now that's something I didn't expect," said Beelzemon. "And I'm the King of All Profanity in this group and that's something I didn't see coming!"
"Calumon, don't add this to your vocabulary list, please!" Guilmon shouted over from his kitchen area. "Terriermon, can you cover Calumon's ear for me since I'm not there to watch over him."
"Sure, sure," Terriermon replied, picking up Calumon and putting him in his lap and covering the catalyst's ears. "Can you hear me?"
"Nope, I don't hear a @#$%!!" Calumon replied innocently.
o_0;;; " . . . That means you can still hear me!!" Terriermon shouted, covering Calumon's ears harder with his hand, suddenly realizing what Calumon had just said. "Uh-oh . . . Guilmon, it slipped. Calumon learned a new word."
"Uh-oh," Guilmon replied with his claws to his mouth. "What word was it?"
"Stop it, all of you!" Renamon shouted, just as all hell was to break loose (especially if Calumon was to start cussing and swearing). "Cyberdramon, you're not ugly. Hawkmon, you're not a roast chicken. Veemon, you're hungry. Terriermon, cover Calumon's ears tighter. Guilmon, go back and cook. Armadillomon, it's over so sit back and watch the fire."
All four pouted. "Fine."
Renamon gave a sigh of relief. "Phew! I wish Rika and the others would come her soon. I can't handle being in a situation like this, as a parent or tamer to THESE lunatics . . ."
"Ah, it could be worse you know . . ." Gatomon assured. "At least you're NOT a parent or tamer . . . It's Kari's and the other human's job."
"You're right about that," Lopmon answered.
"*sigh* I'm gonna take a shower. It always calm me down . . ." she sighed.
As Renamon swiftly left to go to the showering cabins near the lake, the Patamons and Nehmon had returned, panting heavily like they just made a mad dash.
"Nehmon, what's wrong?" Bokomon asked, looking up at the rabbit as he read his book.
"Big . . . We ran . . . Beelzemon . . . Mauling, roaring, clawing . . . Behind . . ." Nehmon summarized, still panting from running.
"Sounds like Beelzemon in Las Vegas at that little motel and chapel . . ." Guardromon remembered. "Whatever happened to him and her?"
"Who? Beelzemon's-?" MarineAngemon was about to ask.
"No, not Las Vegas. We ran and left Beelzemon when we heard him scream," Patamon_F answered.
0_0;;; "You left Beelzemon when he could've been calling for help?!" Wormmon said in shock. "Oh my!!"
"Hey, he was practically a hero to us because if Beelzemon wasn't distracting the bear, we wouldn't have heard it and ran," Patamon replied, twisting a few things in the story.
"Actually, we were picking berries and Beelzemon said to stay here while he go hunt some dangerous bears and when we heard the scream we didn't want to play heroes so we-Wahh!!!" Patamon suddenly slapped Nehmon behind the head with a giant Japanese fan that was even bigger than him to shut the dumb rabbit up.
"Nehmon, they don't need to hear the whole story, okay?" Patamon reminded.
Nehmon rubbed his sore head. " Sorry . . ."
"So where's Beelzemon now?" Cyberdramon asked.
"Right here, ugly," Beelzemon called out from behind him.
He had shredded clothes hanging from his limbs and his whole body looked like a bunch of wolves just started chewing him like a plastic squeaky chew toy that was thrown as a reward. The only thing that looked fine was . . . Okay, nothing looked fine at the moment.
"I hate camping and hunting. They don't mix," Beelzemon added, as he stumbled towards the campfire to sit down next to everyone.
"Why the heck is everyone calling me ugly?!" Cyberdramon shouted. "You don't think I have feelings too?!"
"Only for yourself and not for others," Terriermon answered.
"Hey, I do, too, care for others," the dragon replied.
"Like who?"
"Ryo."
"You practically bit his arm at the New Years Eve party!! And you dragged him all the way to the Digital World where he could've been mauled by a big evil Digimon ready to dine on him or fall over a cliff into a bottomless pit!! What the hell were you thinking?!"
" . . . Ryo understands that deep inside I'm a cute little monster."
"Oh, please!! There's nothing cute within you!!" Terriermon huffed. "And that's a true fact."
"Why you little-!!"
"Dinner ready!!" Guilmon announced.
"YAY!!!" everyone shouted and cheered.
"Aaaagghhh!! Heel! Heel! Aaaggghhh!" Terriermon screamed as Cyberdramon ran after him.
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"Gee, why aren't we there yet?" Ryo wondered.
"Yeah, weren't we suppose to be there by now?" Takato asked.
"Don't ask me, I'm just following orders from Davis' map reading," Yolei replied.
"Hey, it'll take time, y'know?" Davis answered.
"Depends on how much time we have!! We've been driving for over six hours!! We should be at the campsite by now!! Eating smores! Hot dogs!! Telling stories!!!" Kazu reminded. "But instead we're on a bus!! Moaning and groaning and complaining about not being there!!"
"Calm yourself, Kazu. I bet in about two hours we'll be there," T.K. assured.
"Okay, Yolei, turn left here," Davis ordered.
"Uh-huh." Yolei made a left turn in the fork.
"Next, right."
"Uh-huh." A right turn now.
"Another right."
"Yeah." Right turn.
"And then a left turn."
"Left turn," she repeated.
"And then make a U-Turn here, and here, and here, and here," Davis ordered.
"Why?" Yolei asked.
"I misread the map," Davis replied.
"DAVIS!!!" Yolei screamed.
"Oh my god!" Takuya shouted from over Davis' shoulder.
"What?" Davis asked. "Is there a bee on my head?"
Takuya lifted the map out of Davis' hands gently, turned it upside down from what Davis held, and gently put it back into Davis' hands. Davis carefully examined the map again. " . . . Eep!"
Practically almost everyone in the bus had a dread feeling and sweat drops hanging from the side of their heads, with an almost dead look and saying, "Oh my . . ."
Kari sighed. "I knew I was right. Every time my nose itches or sneezes, something bad was bound to happen."
"Kouichi, Zoe, get the First Aid boxes out, now," Yolei said calmly in an almost shivered tone, as veins started popping from her forehead. "T.K., take the wheel for me, please."
"Uh, yeah," T.K. replied as he did, fearing Yolei's wrath if he did try to protest.
Suddenly Yolei sprang at Davis like a mountain lion ready to shred and tear Davis from limb to limb.
Davis screamed, "Bear! Bear! Bear! BEAR!!!"
"I'll show you what a bear is again!!" Yolei screamed in almost a demonic way.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
" . . . Ouch, that got to hurt," Rika watched.
Suddenly Kari gave a loud and terrible sneeze. "Oh dear . . . something bad is gonna happen again."
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"Argh! Stupid bears! Don't they know not to leave their shits around in the road or something?!" Beelzemon mumbled as he got a stick and started scraping the doo off his shoes. "They could've at least put it into the bushes or even an outhouse! Don't they know what a toilet is for?!"
"Bears don't know how to use a toilet," Veemon replied. "They're dumber than us Digimon."
"Well someone needs to potty-train those animals!!" Beelzemon complained, scraping the last piece off his left boot. "There, much better . . . But god it still stinks!!"
Shrouded by the warmth and glow of the campfire as they ate Guilmon's prepared meal, they feasted and chatted about the things as they relaxed.
"Hey Guilmon, this is great!" Terriermon complimented. "What's your secret?"
"Well, peanut butter of course, silly," Guilmon grinned, taking a big bite of his Guilmon bread. "Oh yeah, and peanut oil too."
Terriermon sigh, "I should've known. But still it's great!"
"Why, thank you!" Guilmon happily smiled.
"Hey, Guilmon, did you know Arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking on to the roof of your mouth?" Veemon asked.
"No, but I don't have that phobia," Guilmon shook his head. "I like peanut butter, a lot! I feel bad for people who are scared of peanut butter."
Veemon then had an impending question toward Beelzemon. "Beelzemon, do you have Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?"
Beelzemon shifted a bit uncomfortably at the word. "I don't know . . . What does it mean?"
"Fear of very, very, very, very, very, very looooonnnggg words," Veemon smiled.
Beelzemon shifted again. "Well, maybe . . ."
Veemon breathed in a huff of air before he was about to say, "Supercalifradulousanexpialidocious!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Beelzemon yelled, covering his ears from the word. "Okay, okay! I've been traumatized of long words ever since I failed third grade because I wasn't good at spelling long words!! There! It's out in the open! Spelling Bees were the worse thing to hear!!!"
"Sheesh, baby," said Veemon.
Beelzemon then grabbed the dragon's neck and rattled him. "Who the hell are you calling baby?!!"
Cyberdramon had finished his roasted campfire hotdogs and wiped his chops with the back of his hand. "Alright, I'm done. Now time for some ghost stories around the campfire!"
"Yay!!" they all cheered in glee, ready to be spooked.
"Put me done," Veemon demanded. "I wanna hear the story!"
"Fine," he answered, dropping the poor blue down.
"It better not be stories from our experience at that haunted inn from last year," Wormmon replied. "Those still give me the creeps because they were for real!"
"Relaxed, bug, I got this new one I remembered on my trip to the Digital World with Ryo, hehe, and it just so happens to be real and was on this same day" Cyberdramon answered, giving his dragon trademark grin. "Okay, it's called The Night Fire Maiden."
"Oooh, creepy name," Veemon awed.
Cyberdramon now began his ghost story of The Night Fire Maiden. "Alright, this is a true story. It's based on this one night when Ryo and I were traveling the darkest and deepest gorge in the Digital World at night while training on this very same day."
"Yeah, yeah, get to the point!" MarineAngemon bounced up and down, wanting to know the scary part.
"I hate dark places!" Calumon shivered, hiding behind Guilmon's large tail. "It gives me the heebie-jeebies! Oooh!"
"Calumon, I think you have, Achluophobia then," Terriermon inquired.
"Hey, my story here? Ahem! Okay, now where was I? Oh yeah . . . We've been traveling all day and ended up in a deep gorge by night fall. Our legs throbbed, sweat beaded down our faces, we were exhausted and dehydrated and were about to fall right there and now."
"Come on! Scary part! Scary part! I want to hear the scary part!" Bokomon shouted.
Nehmon frowned. "Hey, that's my line . . ."
"Ahem! Anyway, as I was saying . . ." Cyberdramon interrupted, seeing that they were all starting to act up a bit. "Ryo suggested we find a cave soon and rest for the next day. Me on the other hand, I wanted to go search for my ultimate foe. I pounded my fist into the side of the gorge and made a cave for Ryo to stay in while I go off to fight. "Don't wander off too far," he said to me as I left. I growled in a small affable laugh as I stomped off," Cyberdramon told, as the fire created deep shadows along his dark and crimson wing and body, making him intimidating and even more fearsome as he imitated a low chuckling like in the story. (Scaring a few of the younger Digimon already).
Everyone seemed interested into the story now that Cyberdramon continued to tell, except one mon.
"*yawn* This is boring . . ." Veemon yawned. "REALLY boring."
"No it's not," Wormmon replied in a whispering tone. "It's good. It takes time till the good part comes along."
"Well I'll wait till the good part comes while I go take a shower," Veemon moaned, trying to stop from yawning. "See ya."
Veemon got off the log he sat on and headed to the showering cabins near the lake. Gatomon noticed Veemon slipping his way out into the dark and towards the cabin as she leaned over to Wormmon. "Hey, where's Veemon going?"
"He said he was going to take a shower," Wormmon replied.
"Uh-oh," Lopmon heard. "Renamon is still in there showering," she told Gatomon.
Gatomon then got the idea. "Oh-no . . . That ain't good."
"What? What?" Wormmon asked, wanting to know dearly, almost interrupting Cyberdramon's storytelling.
"Let just say, if there's any screaming in this story, we'll get an actual scream here and maybe if there's some blood in the story too, we'll get some actual blood spilling too," Gatomon summarized.
Wormmon's antennas stood on ends in a scared straight kind of way. "Veemon is going to be in deep trouble!"
"Shhh! Calumon hushed.
"As I walked along the narrow deep gorge, it seemed like I was walking down a dark cave, not knowing where I was heading. That night, there wasn't even a single star lighting the sky, except the full cream moon giving off a radiant of an eerie light, like an eye of the Diablomon . . . I wasn't scared as I made my walk that night. Even a few wall screeching noises that sound like the hands of dead Digimon didn't raise a dragon scale on me. I had reached a dead end into the deep gorge and seeing that flying upward was the only way out. As I was about to make a jump to catch some air under my tattered wings, I heard a low uncanny musical hum."
Cyberdramon imitated the low uncanny musical hum as it started to chill the spine of the Digimon around the campfire. It would've sounded like a young maiden-like Angewoman singing as it gave off a ray of enticement and alluring wave but with Cyberdramon trying to imitate the humming, it sounded like an old Calmarimon humming underwater . . .
"This really scares me," Armadillomon trembled.
"But it hasn't even gotten to the scary part," said Terriermon.
"But this IS the scary part . . ." he nodded, now having the willies. "He's singing!"
"Shhh!" Calumon hushed.
Meanwhile, Veemon had gotten his towel, his toothbrush, toothpaste, and soap to go on and take a shower. He yawned the tenth time since he left the campfire and seriously thought about hitting the hay and sleeping the rest of his life. "I didn't do much today except get threatened, went swimming, get threatened again, eat, and got more threats to my life from them. Oh well, all in a mon's day? Eh?"
Veemon opened the door to the shower cabin, making a low classic door screeching noise.
"SSSCCCRREEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHH . . . . . . ."
"Was the sound I heard when the humming came to a sudden halt. I thought a boulder had slid or something and then I heard a maiden Digimon call out. "Help! Help me! Somebody help me!" I heard. My first instinct came as I dashed toward the sound of that cry. Speeding my way through the dark gorge and to a large opening. I scanned the perimeters in search of the maiden who had cried. I went over to a rockslide of rocks that seemed fresh with dust still startled, in the corner as I dug through, seeing if there was any life left. As I dug through quickly and carefully, I could hear footsteps behind me. Step, by step, by step . . . Inch, by inch, by inch . . . Knowing something was coming up behind me."
Renamon, while cleansing her fur through the hot shower with the humid fog shrouding her, she heard footsteps moving down the hall. Step, by step, by step . . . Inch, by inch, by inch . . . She suddenly had the chills run down her spine, wondering who would try to come in here.
"I swerved around and was ready to spring upon the oncoming stalker who dared to sneak up on me. Turns out, it was an Angewoman. She was the one who was singing and humming those hymns. I gave a curious and almost angered look, not liking people who sneak up behind me. She was young and beautiful, like a white bloomed lily flower on a pad in the middle of nowhere. I was enticed by her look as I asked her why was she here in the middle of nowhere. She said she came to me as a warning. A warning that in this deep gorge lies the dead of hundreds and hundreds of Digimon during a great war. Hundreds and hundreds of dead souls."
"Creepy . . ." Guilmon muttered.
"She also said that I should be aware of the singing maiden . . ."
"Even creepier . . ." Guilmon muttered again.
"The singing maiden sings on this pile of rocks every once a year on this day when the moon is high."
Guilmon looks up in the sky to see the moon was high. "Even more creepier . . ."
"But what scared me the most was when she said that whenever the maiden finishes singing, and a misguided Digimon comes down to this gorge unknowingly, she'll turn into a beast figure, sneak up on you, tap you on your shoulder, you turn around as she plants a kiss on your head, and immediately sap the soul and data out of you! Adding you to her other collection of souls and data."
Calumon saw Guilmon didn't respond to the last part as he looked pale and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Guilmon!"
"BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Guilmon jumped sky-high of fright and landed on Calumon, now shaking with fear and sweat.
"Guilmon! Off of me! Off of me!" Calumon squealed, crushed under the sac of red scales loaded with too much Guilmon breads for dinner.
"I thanked her and told her I didn't need any stories. I told her that I had a tamer and a tamer's Digimon can never lose to anything, not even a stupid old legend . She gave a chuckle to my arrogance against the warning as she looked at me piercingly. "You dare to mock the legend of The Night Fire Maiden?" she asked. I apologized-"
"That's a first," Terriermon snorted.
"-and she said that I should heed her warning before it's too late. She spread her fine delicate wings and flew over to me. I stepped back, giving her some room to land and as I did, she leaned in and gave a small kiss on the forehead of my helmet gently . . ."
Terriermon's eyes went wide with excitement. "Ooooh, Cyberdramon is in love!! Cyberdramon is in love!!" Terriermon started chanting and prancing around, mocking him in the middle of the story. "This is a love story!! Oooooh!! Cyberdramon and Angewoman, sitting in a tree!!"
Immediately, almost everyone around the campfire, who weren't mature (practically almost every one of them, since they have the mind of a child), started to choke and gag and started to make sounds like they're disgusted or dying from just hearing the word "love story". "Ewwww!" or "Ack! Agh!" or even the sound of barfing was heard.
Guilmon was probably the only one who didn't get it. "What's love? Is it like me and Takato and that we care for each other and stuff?"
"Not exactly . . ." Terriermon smirked. "Hehe, Cyberdramon and Angewoman sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- Bwah!!!"
Cyberdramon snatched the bunny Digimon from the ears and held him like a magician would do to a bunny out of a hat. Cyberdramon had veins popping out the side of his head and his teeth looked shinier and sharper than ever as drool dripped from them. He spoke in almost a demonic tone, like two voices at the same time.
Guilmon quickly and instinctively knew what was to happen as he quickly covered Calumon's ears and eyes with his hand. "This is going to be nasty . . ."
(A/N: WARNING: Violence and Gore is insured to be told in the next paragraph by Cyberdramon. The Author is sorry if you are offended by Cyberdramon's "rude" behavior but the Author cannot control him . . . No rabbits got hurt during this shouting. Please do not be angered. It's all fun and games till someone loses an eye or a finger . . . but then it's just funny later.)
"YOU #%$&ING LITTLE SON OF A &#@%$!!! YOU'RE RUINING THE WHOLE STORY!!! NOW SHUT THAT LITTLE HOLE IN YOUR FACE THAT YOU USE TO STUFF YOUR SELF SILLY WITH FOOD AND SHUT THE %&$# UP YOU LITTLE #$%&@!!! UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CRAM MY FIST DOWN THAT LITTLE THROAT OF YOURS, PULL YOUR LEFT LUNG OUT, AND BEAT YOU SILLY WITH IT TILL YOU CRY "MERCY! MERCY!" OVER AND OVER AGAIN?!?!?! HUH?! HUH?!"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Everything was really, really, really, really, really, really, quiet, and silence. Only the crackling of the flame and it's licking of the woods in it's pit was making a sound and a little bit of the cricket chirping.
Armadillomon didn't dare to speak but he leaned over to Beelzemon and whispered, "He cusses and swears as bad as you, Beelzemon."
"I know . . . Hey, but that's even worse than me! I only swear and cuss but I don't start to make it all gory and stuff," Beelzemon implied.
"Yes you do!" Armadillomon nudged.
"Well you're as bad as me from what I heard today," Beelzemon reminded.
"Who told you that?"
Cyberdramon dropped the rabbit down as Terriermon scurried like crazy and hid behind Lopmon.
Cyberdramon cracked his knuckles before he started settling down to speak again. "Now where was I . . . Oh yeah. So anyway . . . I immediately knew who she was. I grind my teeth as I flexed my fist and steel claws and then I-"
Veemon was dead tired. He just wanted a shower as he walled down the hall. He arrived to the end of the hall to the door of the showering room. "Boy, am I tired." Veemon then grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and . . . "Renamon?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE!!!"
"You screamed?" Nehmon wondered.
"No, I . . . What the? What's going on up there?" Cyberdramon wondered, really hopping to get through the next exciting part.
"I guess we should have told Veemon Renamon was taking a shower in there," Wormmon sighed.
"GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!"
"PANG!! POW!! WHOP!! BOOM!!"
"OW!! OW!! OW!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!!"
Something started to run out of the shower cabins and toward them. It had a horns, metal clinking-and-clanking along, and a large sheet over it as it screamed and howled. "AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" Every single Digimon, every one of them, screamed and ran up the nearest tree, pushing and stumbling over each other to get away. Even Cyberdramon had jumped and clung to a tree upside down when he saw the menacing thing run towards him.
The little monster howled and ran through the campsite, running in and over tents, dragging more stuff around on it.
"So what happen next Cyberdramon? What happen? What happen?" Armadillomon wondered. "Cyberdramon? Still there?"
Hawkmon waved his wing over Cyberdramon's eye view to see he was in shock. "He's in shock. I don't think he can hear us at all."
"Weird."
"What is that thing?!" Wormmon managed to ask, clinging on to dear life.
"Got me! It's ugly and scary at the same time too!" Beelzemon shouted, picking a pinecone off the branch and tossing it at the monster's head.
"Rrraaarrghhh!!" The monster was pelted by the pinecone in the head hard as it tripped over a log, stumbled into the fire pit, and then caught on fire . . . Then it started running around even more and howling even louder, and running into stuff even more.
"Jeez, if this is The Night Fire Maiden as a live play, it's pretty damn well good!" Bokomon awed at.
"Bokomon . . ." Nehmon murmured.
"Yes? What is it?" Bokomon asked.
"My pants are slipping. Please let go of my pants!" Nehmon was clinging on to a branch, Bokomon was clinging on to a pair of pants, and Patamon_F was dangling at Bokomon's toes.
"Papa-mom, help?" Patamon_F squeaked.
The monster couldn't take it anymore. It was too hot to bare anymore as it shook wildly. "Somebody help me!!"
"SPLASH!!!"
The monster was put out of the fire all the stuff that clung to him from his rampage fell off, revealing it was Veemon. "Didn't Davis ever taught you to stop, drop, and roll?" Renamon asked.
"Oh, hehe, yeah I forgot . . ." Veemon nervously laughed, looking at Renamon, who wore a towel wrapped around her body with a back brush in one hand and a bucket in the other that was used to help him out. "Nice dress." Trying to lighten the mood of the situation.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Veemon," Renamon said bluntly. "Next time, knock before you enter, okay? We already have enough pervs in this group . . ."
"Hey, don't look at me!!" Beelzemon shouted from up in the trees, as he eyed Terriermon.
"Hey, don't look at me either!" Terriermon glared back.
"Playboy bunny!" Beelzemon barked.
"Sex-obsessed neurotic!" Terriermon said yelped.
"Horny bunny dog!" Beelzemon growled.
"Girl-obsessive!" Terriermon yowled.
"Hey, at least I'm a healthy mon that ain't gay!" Beelzemon shouted.
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"God, this been a long day . . ." Davis moaned, as he laid in the back of the bus like a mummy in bandages, feeling bruised by Yolei's wrath as a bear. "This is just not my day . . ."
"I'm starting to have pity on him now, Kari," T.K. frowned.
"It's his fault any ways so don't," Kari implied.
"Ken you really need to control your girlfriend!" Davis ordered.
"Sorry, Davis, but between you and me, I'm actually afraid of her," Ken whispered.
"Then why don't you break up with her," Davis wondered.
"If I do, she might think about breaking my legs off," Ken answered.
"Told you she was a bear," Davis corrected. "Bear. Bear. Bear."
Yolei was back behind the steering wheel as she steadily drove. She felt weary and tired from fighting and arguing with Davis all this way and now her eyes felt heavy. She blinked once. Blinked twice. And now three times in a row and the fourth one, she never opened them again until she heard someone yelling in the back of the bus.
"Bear! Bear! Bear!" Davis shouted.
Yolei's eye snapped opened and she turned around to Davis. "Davis will you stop calling me a-"
"No not that! Bear! Bear! Bear! In the road! Watch it!" Davis pointed.
Yolei turned around and saw a large hairy brown bear wandering in the middle of the road caught in the bus' headlights. "Whoa! What the-?!"
She immediately made a sharp turn to the left and slammed on the brakes so she wouldn't hit the bear but then the bus took a rough ride as one of it's wheel popped and fell off the road as the whole entire bus tipped over into the ditch along the road, slid through it, fell on it's side and rolled through it with metal sparks and parts flying from it.
The bus' window shattered and cracked, bodies and bags within the bus tumbled like the inside of a dryer with clothes in them, and all screamed as the bus hit and crashed into a dead end of the ditch.
The bus lied still and upside down. Sparks and circuits dangled and gave off and windows shattered and cracked, as a red substance dripped and dabbled from it . . .
No one could've survived such a brutal run like that. Nobody . . .
"Hey, still alive, Kenta?"
"I'm dead, Kazu. I'm dead."
"Good. You're still alive then."
"Didn't you just hear me?! I'm dead so good night!"
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Gawd, this was a long chapter. Twelve pages long on Microsoft Words program. You think the Tamers and Digidestines are really dead? I think maybe one of them is dead? Yes? No? Don't know? Well . . . If I see any reviews . . . Then maybe a new chapter will come up and we'll see who survived!! Review please!!