A/n: Hi, how's chapter 1? I know I probably got some Pompeii info wrong,
but deal, please. Don't worry, everything else is modern day. I don't know
enough about ancient Italy to keep writing about that time. truth be told,
I don't even really know why the last chapter was necessary. I just came up
with the idea in 6th grade when we were studying it. I'll shut up now. have
fun hating Midnimon!
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Chapter 2
2003 A.D.
Somewhere in the Digital World
Specific date unknown
"Dammit, what took you so long? I asked for that water ten seconds ago, what held you?" The evil jerkwad tyrant grabbed the cup from his servant.
"My apologies, lord," replied the servant, thinking, Yeah, my apologies for being unable to fill a cup at the speed of light. Just 'cuz I'm fast doesn't mean the faucet is. Take a hint, moron!
"Ugh, you pathetic little worm. Why don't you just let me end your misery now?" sneered the tyrant, starting to drink, then spitting it back out. as usual. "Pleagh! I wanted tap water, dammit! What's this? It's filtered!"
"Sorry, lord," said the servant at a set calm tone, well practiced from years of service, always thinking something furious as he carried out orders. The current though was, Sorry, I thought you liked real water, especially since you've changed your mind on the water you want every time I bring it in. Still, if you want to die from lead and crap in your water, I'm not one to object. In fact, I rather like the idea. And, as usual, he said none of it aloud.
Suddenly, another servant rushed into the room, scrabbling up to the tyrant. She resembled a blue dinosaur, with black gloves and black boots that showed her foot claws individually. A piece of paper was clamped in her hand. "Lord Midnimon! We have an urgent message-"
The tyrant, apparently Midnimon, snarled. "Kidamon! When did it become alright to barge in unsummoned? I ought to-"
"My lord, it's about your tamer!"
"WHAT? Why didn't you say so! Give me the damn thing!"
He snatched the paper from her hand. He glared at it, reading the messily scribbled letter.
Dear Midnimon, It read,
Your Tamer is ready. She will-"She? Damn, I have a GIRL as a tamer?" -need to be fetched by the one she knows. She is the one saved from Pompeii by Corrermon.
~Anonymous
Midnimon's eyes widened at the last word. He tossed the letter to the ground. Kidamon also glanced at the paper. She gasped and turned to look at the other servant.
"What?" he asked.
"You. you little. You met my tamer! You, why didn't you tell me, I ought to. GRAH! CORRERMON!"
The servant blinked. "Um. pardon? I've met who now?"
"The letter. says you've saved his tamer once," Kidamon said dazedly.
"What? No! I couldn't-I've never even seen a human, let alone saved one!"
"LIAR!" screamed Midnimon. "I SHOULD-" He began pulling up one of his wristbands. Corrermon blanched in horror.
"My lord! I'm sure he did not do this! It must have been another Corrermon- I believe Pompeii was a town that was destroyed over a thousand years ago! Corrermon couldn't have been there."
Midnimon's face loosened slightly, and he lowered his band again. Still slightly stiff, he walked back to his throne. "Fine. Just find the tamer."
Corrermon and Kidamon glanced at each other. "Err. how, Milord?" questioned Corrermon.
"Damned if I know," muttered Midnimon as he settled down into the oversized chair, not opening his eyes. "Just do it."
Corrermon grew stiff with fury, his hands balling into fists. Kidamon put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. He growled and they left. "Come on, Iffenmon is an expert on human location. He can do this."
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Chapter 2
2003 A.D.
Somewhere in the Digital World
Specific date unknown
"Dammit, what took you so long? I asked for that water ten seconds ago, what held you?" The evil jerkwad tyrant grabbed the cup from his servant.
"My apologies, lord," replied the servant, thinking, Yeah, my apologies for being unable to fill a cup at the speed of light. Just 'cuz I'm fast doesn't mean the faucet is. Take a hint, moron!
"Ugh, you pathetic little worm. Why don't you just let me end your misery now?" sneered the tyrant, starting to drink, then spitting it back out. as usual. "Pleagh! I wanted tap water, dammit! What's this? It's filtered!"
"Sorry, lord," said the servant at a set calm tone, well practiced from years of service, always thinking something furious as he carried out orders. The current though was, Sorry, I thought you liked real water, especially since you've changed your mind on the water you want every time I bring it in. Still, if you want to die from lead and crap in your water, I'm not one to object. In fact, I rather like the idea. And, as usual, he said none of it aloud.
Suddenly, another servant rushed into the room, scrabbling up to the tyrant. She resembled a blue dinosaur, with black gloves and black boots that showed her foot claws individually. A piece of paper was clamped in her hand. "Lord Midnimon! We have an urgent message-"
The tyrant, apparently Midnimon, snarled. "Kidamon! When did it become alright to barge in unsummoned? I ought to-"
"My lord, it's about your tamer!"
"WHAT? Why didn't you say so! Give me the damn thing!"
He snatched the paper from her hand. He glared at it, reading the messily scribbled letter.
Dear Midnimon, It read,
Your Tamer is ready. She will-"She? Damn, I have a GIRL as a tamer?" -need to be fetched by the one she knows. She is the one saved from Pompeii by Corrermon.
~Anonymous
Midnimon's eyes widened at the last word. He tossed the letter to the ground. Kidamon also glanced at the paper. She gasped and turned to look at the other servant.
"What?" he asked.
"You. you little. You met my tamer! You, why didn't you tell me, I ought to. GRAH! CORRERMON!"
The servant blinked. "Um. pardon? I've met who now?"
"The letter. says you've saved his tamer once," Kidamon said dazedly.
"What? No! I couldn't-I've never even seen a human, let alone saved one!"
"LIAR!" screamed Midnimon. "I SHOULD-" He began pulling up one of his wristbands. Corrermon blanched in horror.
"My lord! I'm sure he did not do this! It must have been another Corrermon- I believe Pompeii was a town that was destroyed over a thousand years ago! Corrermon couldn't have been there."
Midnimon's face loosened slightly, and he lowered his band again. Still slightly stiff, he walked back to his throne. "Fine. Just find the tamer."
Corrermon and Kidamon glanced at each other. "Err. how, Milord?" questioned Corrermon.
"Damned if I know," muttered Midnimon as he settled down into the oversized chair, not opening his eyes. "Just do it."
Corrermon grew stiff with fury, his hands balling into fists. Kidamon put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. He growled and they left. "Come on, Iffenmon is an expert on human location. He can do this."