Docmon has always appreciated the human form. So vastly different from Digimon, with their vascular system, and organs, and the careful function of each thing affecting the next. He's just never had many opportunities to research, explore. So when he sees the Digidestined for the first time, it awakens something within him. He mulls it over, considers what to do, and eventually makes his move.

The first he grabs is a dark haired man with sharp, striking brown eyes. He yells and spits and writhes when he wakes up, but it just makes it more amusing for Docmon as he slices and explores the human body. From his stomach up to his collar bone, straight through his thighs to his calves. There are so many fascinating parts of the human body. Docmon carefully notes down his discoveries about veins, and muscles, tendons, and everything in between.

The man is unconscious more than he's awake, which is fine, helps Docmon to focus all the more. That's why he thinks it's such a shock to return to find his area empty, his test subject gone. He grips his syringes tighter and squares his shoulders, setting out once more to find new test subjects.

The second is a blonde woman, who freezes up and falls wide eyed and silent, watching him breathlessly as he tears into her. Sometimes she slips in and out of consciousness too but there's something about having her eyes locked on him in terror that he appreciates, and so he finds himself liking her a little bit more than the other subject.

It's only when he realizes she's being taken by a strange, long haired man that something twists within him and he targets someone who isn't one of his projects. Not yet, anyway. There's a sick tearing sound as he embeds the purple syringe deep into the man's side, wrenching it to the left, watching with some satisfaction as blood arcs through the air and splashes against the wall, the floor.

But this is the moment Docmon realizes he's lost too because this man is not alone- fire lances up his side and he staggers to the side, turning in anger to slam his other needle into the fire wielding creature, when he finds his small research area slowly filling up with Digidestined, their partners evolved and standing with attacks waiting.

There's only one thing to do from here, and Docmon does it. Slashes forward with his syringes, determined to defend his research. To, perhaps, get some more research subjects. All he knows with certainty is he will not be losing here, not today, not now.