CM Punk has felt useless quite a few times in his life. He felt useless against the Authority at times, he felt useless when he was injured numerous times throughout his career. He felt useless when he couldn't change his childhood for the better, he felt useless when he realized leaving WWE meant trapping himself and his partner, Mokumon, in this unchanging spiral because they were destined to help but then, with a series of decisions, they suddenly couldn't and he knows it hurt Mokumon to be trapped in his baby form for so, so many years.
But now they're here, and they can do something, and CM Punk... he still feels useless. Mokumon is still a tiny weight in his arms, and the battle is warring on around him, former and current friends of his getting injured, possibly dying, and all he can do is stand and watch because of those same decisions he'd made all of those years ago. He holds his partner tighter and exhales, shudders, exhales again. "I'm sorry," he breathes. "I'm so damn sorry. Please-"
It feels like a panic attack. He hasn't had one of those in ages, but yet, here we are. All he can do is stand frozen and watch as things go from serious, to bad, to damn near catastrophic as more and more of the Digidestined get taken out, left to suffer on the ground of this strange place. He breathes shallowly, naiils digging into Mokumon's side without his consciously realizing. "Please-"
"Punk," Mokumon squeaks, and then- and then-
Punk looks down and realizes he's not holding Mokumon anymore. This creature is bigger, eyes more focused, and... and- There's a glowing light, he reaches out for it and something sweeps over him, a sensation. Everything will be alright, it was intended to happen many years ago, but we are together now.
He gasps at the voice in his head and grimaces, still digging his hand into the light fluttering before him. "Am I... have I lost my mind?"
No, the voice continues. I am... let's say, your best attribute.
"I have one of those?" he jokes weakly.
Look down.
He does and blinks spastically as he realizes that Mokumon has grown again. He gulps and leans down to put the much larger creature down at his feet, never quite letting go of him."What... what is happening? Mokumon..."
"My name is Kokuwamon now!" his partner informs him cheerfully. "And that's not all!"
"There's more?" he asks weakly when the voice in his head speaks up.
That's my cue. Buckle up, CM Punk. Our journey together has just begun.
There's a flash. Blinds him, Punk has to look away to maintain any kind of vision, and when he looks back... when he looks back, there's a crest in his hands. And Kokuwamon is shining, his data stripping away in a painful way. "Wha- Kokuwamon!" he cries out, reaching for him, but it's so hot- there's so much pressure, he quickly backs off and just gapes, horrified as his partner deletes before his very eye...
then begins to reform, bigger. Stronger. Towers over him. Looks regal and strong as hell, ready for the fight ahead.
Punk swallows, swiping at his eyes quickly. "Wha... what do I call you now?"
His partner looks down at him and smirks slightly. "Alphamon will do, Punk," he says calmly, reaching down. "Come, the true fight begins now."
Punk nods and stands, staring down at the crest in his hands. "Passion," he muses aloud before stepping forward to join his partner. To finally, finally join the fight.
