Digimon(2).EXE

By Wolf O'Donnell

WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains NO graphic depictions of a heterosexual and homosexual nature. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Digimon(2).EXE is based on Rockman.EXE, which is copyrighted by Capcom Ltd. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

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Transmission 09: Burning Fight

Takato leapt back from the console. It was on fire and his D-Tector was still connected. If he didn't do something soon, Growlmon would be deleted. He looked around him for something to douse out the flames.
"Hey, where's the fire extinguisher?" he asked the passengers. Takato knew that if he could put out the flames, then he would save his Digimon.
"Sorry, bud, but this one's all used up," apologised one of the passengers.
That was bad. Takato suddenly got an idea. By law, all trains had to have at least two fire extinguishers per carriage. He looked around him and saw one opposite the control panel, to the right of the door that occupied the carriage's front end. The youth rushed over and grabbed it, tearing it off the wall and pulled out the safety pin. He aimed and sprayed.

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The fires eventually cleared, leaving Growlmon's pretty charred body behind.
"Growlmon, are you all right?" asked Takato. "Growlmon, speak to me!"
A groan came from Growlmon, as he got up to his feet.
"What hit me?" he wondered out loud, as clutched at his head. He looked around him and saw the Program floating not too far away from him. Whatever had happened, the Program had managed to get out of the way just in time and save himself.
"Growlmon, you feeling better?" asked Takato concernedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Growlmon with a nod of his head. "What about you?"
"I'm okay," replied Takato.
Hearing those words did Growlmon good. He practically lived to look after Takato, his Operator and best human friend. Growlmon smiled.
"Okay, then I'd better get going," he stated. He turned to face the Program and asked it whether it was all right. The reply he got relieved him. If the Program had been hurt, then things would have been very dire indeed. "Okay, let's go then!" He turned and was about to run forward, when he realisd that he didn't know where they were going. "Uh... where to from here?" he asked the Program.
"Well, after I pass that switch, pretty much all of the carriages will have the air conditioning turned on," replied Program.
"All right!"

"Terriermon, are you all right?"
"I'm fine," replied the Digimon, as he rose back up to his feet. "It'll take more than that to defeat me." Terriermon looked around him. His section of the train's computer network didn't look anything like the one Growlmon was in. For one, there were no fires.
"Please, help me!"
Terriermon looked around him wildly. That voice seemed to come from somewhere in front of him.
"Who's there?" he shouted loudly. "Where are you?" He couldn't see the person that had spoken. The Digimon listened more carefully and he heard the voice plead for help once again. "Wait there, I'm coming for you!" he called out to the mysterious person. The wood-style Digimon turned and made his way down one of the paths. He skidded to a halt and looked out in front of him.
It was a Digimon that looked like a humanoid snowman with arms and legs. The Digimon was lying flat on the terminal and he looked badly beaten up.
"Please, help me," pleaded the aqua-style Digimon again, as he lifted his head up to look at Terriermon. "Please, you've got to stop him." The Digimon then descended into a hacking cough.
"Easy there, don't strain yourself," Terriermon told the snowy Digimon. "You'll end up being deleted if you keep this up. You just relax and I'll get my Operator to send you a Heal DMD to make you feel all better."
The white Digimon shook his cold head.
"It's too late for me," the Digimon told Terriermon. "I'm a goner, but you can still save the passengers. My Operator is one of the train's conductors. Find him. He'll tell you what to do..." The Digimon began coughing again, as his body began to blur with static as if he were a picture on a poorly tuned television set. "My Operator... will... help... you..." With those last words, the Digimon disintegrated into bits of digital data that floated away.

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Takato suddenly felt a cool breeze. He embraced it and welcomed it. The breeze was a welcome change from the inferno he was battling in only a few seconds ago.
"Way to go, Growlmon," he congratulated his Digimon. He was glad that his Digimon had helped the Program turn the air conditioning on, as the heaters had been going beserk, even with the fires extinguished. The brown-haired youth was about to congratulate his Digimon when he heard a noise.
It was like a banging and a muffled cry of help. Takato looked around him in an attempt to find out where it was coming from. Where was it coming from?
All of a sudden, Takato realised which carriage he was in. It was the frontmost of the four rear carriages. There was always a conductor stationed halfway within the train in case of emergencies. The conductor must have been trapped in the room situated to the side of the middle carriage, which was always used to store items such as bicycles or cargo.
"Growlmon, I'm loading you back out of the network," he told his Digimon, before he pressed a few buttons and then detached his D-Tector from the control panel. He then went over to the door and pressed a button to the side.
The door slid open and Takato ran through it and into the middle carriage. There he found himself in a corridor that ran to the left of the carriage. To his right was a cage-like area and he saw a few crates sitting on one side and a bicycle chained to the other, but no conductor. He ran a few steps down the corridor and found a door to the side. There was a glass window in it and he peered through it.
Takato saw a computer and a man dressed in the dark green uniform of the train conductors.
"I thought so," he said to himself, before he grabbed the handle and tried to open the door. "Darn! It's locked!" He then banged on the door. "Hey!" he called out to the train conductor, in the knowledge that the doors weren't very soundproof. "Hey, I need your help!"
The man, upon hearing Takato's voice stood up and peered through the window. He saw Takato on the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you right now," he told Takato. "My Digimon went beserk, locked me in this room and now he's wrecking the train's computer network."
"I can help!" shouted Takato. "I'm a DEVA Cadet."
"Huh, no cadet can help now," said the train conductor with a sad shake of his head. "My Digimon is heading towards the front carriage. If he gets into the navigation system, he could crash the train." For a while, no more words were said. "Still, I guess it can't harm for you to try. You think you can handle it?" He received a silent nod in reply. "Okay then, here's what you do. Load your Digimon into the control panel near the front door and direct him to a firewall somewhere to the left. Enter the passcode, 'BUTTERFLY', and that'll give your Digimon access to the navigation system. Get him to find a large panel with a circular screen. That's where he can stop the train and open all the train's doors. You think you can do that, kid?"
A smile spread across Takato's face. Well, he had faced tougher situations than that before.
"Yeah, I can do that," he replied with a nod of his head. "Don't you worry. I'll have this train stopped in no time." He turned round and opened the door to his side and ran through into the next carriage.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"I'm sorry," apologised Takato and then he backed off in complete surprise. "You?" he exclaimed, upon seeing the youth in front of him. The youth wore a black shirt with a golden cross on it and had a shock of brown hair that stuck upwards. "Hey, you're that Hypnos jerk that attacked the Official DigiSquare! Hirokazu, isn't it?"
The brown-haired youth in front of Takato had a completely surprised look on his face.
"Oh, it's you," he exclaimed in complete surprise.
"So, you're the guy that's behind all this," said Takato accusingly.
"Hey, don't look at me like that," protested Hirokazu. "I'm not the guy that's responsible for this. You think that I'd be stupid enough to set the train on fire when I was on it? Besides, I'm on the right side now. No more accepting dirty money from terrorist organisations. It's the straight and narrow for me." The brown-haired, brown-eyed youth noticed that Takato's accusing look hadn't disappeared. "Hey, buddy, I'm not responsible for all this. I swear! Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Takato, let's not waste time with him," pleaded Growlmon. "We've got a job to do."
Takato sighed.
"Yeah, you're right," agreed Takato with a nod of his head. "I've got to go," he told Hirokazu.
"Up to your old tricks again, huh?" chuckled Hirokazu. "Well, I can't stop you, man. See you around, perhaps? Maybe we can have a friendly DigiBattle between our Digimon someday?"
"Yeah, perhaps," said Takato with a nod of his head. "Well, I gotta go. Bye!" He didn't even wait for Hirokazu's reply and ran off quickly. After all, he had things on his mind. It was imperative that he got to the front of the carriage and stop the beserk Digimon from wrecking the train.

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Terriermon skidded to a halt. There was no way he could progress any further, as there was a firewall in the way. It was like a door made out of horizontally placed lasers and there was no way he could get through it.
"Please enter passcode."
The furry Digimon scratched his head.
"Passcode?" he exclaimed in complete surprise. "I don't know any passcode. Jenrya, you think you can help me get past this thing?"
"I'm not too good at cracking codes, Terriermon, you should know that," stated Jenrya sternly. "I'll give it a try, though." There was a small pause, as Jenrya attempted a passcode. "Darn, that's not it," muttered Jenrya, upon seeing that the code he tried did nothing. "It's no good. Cracking this password's gonna take up loads of time."
That was when a data stream flew down from the sky and struck the path. Growlmon appeared beside the Digimon.
"Hey, allow us!" offered Growlmon, before he made his way towards the firewall. He knew the password and quickly entered it. The laser beams that made up the firewall flickered and then disappeared.
"All right, Growlmon!" cheered Terriermon.
"Say, Takato, how did you guys know about that password?" asked Jenrya curiously.
"Got it off a conductor," came Takato's brief reply. "Okay, Growlmon. You know where to go now, don't you?"
The scaly Digimon nodded in reply.
"I sure do, Takato," he told his Operator. "Terriermon, come on. Let's go and end this nightmare once and for all." He was about to take one more step further, when his path was suddenly blocked by a huge wall of flames that burned and flickered. "What's going on?"
An evil laugh suddenly echoed all around them.
"Burn! Burn! Must burn!" droned the voice. A Digimon suddenly burst out of the flames and appeared in front of them. The Digimon was like a man on fire with his mouth sewn shut. His eyes glowed an eerie purple, an unnatural colour for a Digimon's eyes. "Meramon must burn everything to the ground!" The Digimon began laughing insanely, before huge balls of fire appeared in its already burning hands.
"Watch out!" cried Growlmon, before he rushed straight to Terriermon. He pushed the Digimon out of the way and took the brunt of the fiery Digimon's attack. He cried out in pain as the flames of the Fireball attack hit his wood-style flank.
"Growlmon!" cried Takato. "You all right?"
"I'll be fine," replied Growlmon through clenched teeth.
Takato had a sneaking feeling that Growlmon was just saying that so that he wouldn't worry. Still, he didn't say a word about that.
"Okay then," sighed Takato. "Let's get this going! DigiModify– Trench activate!" A large hole suddenly appeared in the floor in front of Growlmon and Terriermon. "DigiModify– Geyser activate!"
A round sphere appeared in Growlmon's claws. The Digimon didn't need to be told what to do with that. He had experience with a Geyser DMD before. In front of him, Meramon rushed towards them.
"Oh no, you don't, pal!" roared Growlmon, before he chucked the DMD straight into the trench. There was suddenly a huge explosion and a huge gush of water spurted out of the trench, spraying water droplets all over the place.
Meramon cried out in pain, but he didn't back off. A normal Digimon would have retreated from their source of pain, but Meramon was not normal.
"Must burn!" he continued to chant, as he leapt through the geyser of water, taking even more damage. There was something bizarre about him. It was as if his innate survival program had been switched off and he didn't care if he was to be deleted. "Roaring Flame!" He stopped in his tracks and turned his left shoulder to Growlmon, his two fiery hands cupped together as if they were holding a ball. Meramon shoved his arms forward and a jet of flames roared out from his hands.
The two wood-style Digimon leapt out of the way.
"Bunny Blast!" Terriermon inhaled and spat out a stream of green energy blasts at Meramon. It did little to harm the fire-style Digimon. "That guy's not normal!" he protested.
"Here, try this!" cried out Jenrya. "DigiModify– Fridgimon's Sub Zero Ice Punch activate!"
Terriermon's right hand turned into that of Fridgimon and became as cold as one. A smile spread across Terriermon's face. He knew that the Sub Zero Ice Punch DMD would certainly stop the Meramon in its tracks. The furry Digimon rushed forward. Terriermon saw Meramon lash out with a fiery arm. He leapt over the attack, until he was above Meramon and then plunged back down, his fist aimed straight at Meramon's head.
"DigiModify– Aqua Balloon Bomb activate!"
A small blue balloon appeared in front of Growlmon and it started floating over towards the fiery Meramon. The wood-style Digimon then began attacking the balloon, slashing at it repeatedly with his sharp claws. Growlmon had experimented with a Balloon Bomb before and knew that the more someone attacked it, the more damage a Balloon Bomb would cause. They came in all styles and that was what was so good about them.
Meramon roared out wordlessly, as he turned round. He flung fireball after fireball at Terriermon and everything he could attack.
Terriermon saw that Meramon's attacks were performed with the blindness of a mad Digimon in a rage. He used that to his advantage and ran straight towards the Aqua Balloon Bomb, being careful not to touch it and hence pop it.
"Hey, over here, flame boy!" he cried out towards Meramon. "Bet you can't hit me!" Meramon roared out angrily and then threw a huge barrage of fireballs at Terriermon. The furry Digimon performed a back-flip and landed on Growlmon's shoulders.
Growlmon took that as his cue. He inhaled sharply and then breathed out. His wood-style version of the Pyro Blaster was a leaf-filled wind and it blew the Aqua Balloon Bomb straight towards Meramon.
The Balloon Bomb hit and there was a huge splash of water that engulfed Meramon, making the fire-style Digimon cry out in intense pain.
"Whoa! He's still standing!" cried Takato in disbelief. "That can't be!"
"Black Gears do that to people," said another voice that didn't belong to any of them.
In a flash, a blue-clad figure rushed straight towards Meramon and thrust his hand into the fiery Digimon. A smile was across his grey face, partially covered by the large blue hat he wore. He pulled something out of Meramon, letting the fire-style Digimon collapse against the terminal floor. The mysterious Digimon rose the black object into the air, studying it, his other hand resting on a wooden cane.
"Marvellous, isn't it?" laughed the Digimon. He turned to face the two Digimon.
Growlmon noticed that the Digimon was wearing a long blue coat, that was buttoned up to the side, and that the Digimon also wore blue trousers similar to the colour of his coat and black gloves. The hat that the Digimon wore, covered most of his head, revealing only a small grey face with yellow eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Growlmon curiously.
"My name is Mummymon," replied the Digimon with an evil grin on his face, as he put the black gear-shaped object, which he had torn out of Meramon, into his pocket . "And I am the Second-in-Command for the entire Blue Dragon Syndicate." He lifted his cane and tapped it twice on the floor. "Don't you forget that." There was suddenly a flash of light and then a data stream struck the Digimon, and whisked him out of the train's computer network, leaving the two Digimon behind.

To be continued...