I've decided to start using this again! For a minute there I decided to try and flesh out each idea I have as I go along with it, but then I try to put it into practice and it mildly fizzles.

So, we get to make use of this again! I'll also be moving My...Hero? over into this as well because, no matter how hard I try to hammer out the plot I was so sure I had at the start of it, it just doesn't want to click right. Thus, it'll go here, where I can do the stupidest jokes that make me laugh with no consequence! If anything ever gets past, like, 7 or 8 snippets I'll give them their own thread or story, but that mostly depends on the receptions to them.

Before that though, have a chapter (And possibly a few more later, I don't actually know yet) that immediately popped into my head when I started watching the new Digimon season, Ghost Game.

Namely, the thought was 'Wow, Marcus would beat the living shit out of these guys.'

Guess what this is?

Chapter 1: It's FIGHTIN TIME

OR

*Proceeds to be Punched*

Traveling the Digital World was, for the most part, really damn fun for one Marcus Damon.

Sure, there were the problems of steady shelter, food, and inconsistent gravity, but that was small potatoes compared to everything else. Incredible sights galore, the adulation and respect given by those he and his partner had saved along the way, and who could forget the fights? Oh-ho, man the fights.

Marcus had always claimed he would become the Ultimate Fighter, and damn it all if he wasn't making good head-way on defending that title after knocking Yggy's polished white block off. From sending Neptunemon back to the watery depths of the Sea Side Server, to the MetalEtemon hoards of Gi Terminal, all the way to now, where he was just finishing up this latest batch of Ghoulmon right in their smug eyes, not once did remembering and experiencing it all fail in igniting his Digisoul.

The haze of burning orange was never truly gone for Marcus, these days. How could it be, when his heart beat so loud in his ears, as his eyes tracked the calamitous powers being thrown his way simply because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, as his joyful smile shone from cheek to cheek on his face as he and ShineGreymon burnt and smashed their way through this Sea of Darkness to lay to rest the ancient evil waiting at its heart?

There was no time to be exhausted, no need to retreat, not when all Marcus had ever needed were his fists and friends.

Finally, after untold legions of Fallen Angel digimon large and small though, untold time embroiled in conflict, they had arrived at the big cheese himself.

Barbamon. Demon Lord of Greed, and the asshole who'd decided it was a great time to drag down some Piddomon while Marcus was sightseeing the Heavenly Host-Server.

That alone spelled an ass-kicking in his future, but then they discovered what else he got up to.

Extortion of cities, complete destruction of smaller villages, all so he could lay claim to any 'treasure' they acquired, like the world's most homicidal magpie. Well he was about to make him eat some crow!

"Damn, got to work on the one-liners a bit still, even if they are just in my head." Marcus grumbled to himself as he stretched his shoulders back and forth. It was fun, sure, but that didn't mean it didn't get any easier punching Mega's through the skyline. Caveline? Oceanline? This place was weird even by Digital World standards.

"Well well well, if it isn't the 'great' Damon. Come to add yourself to my collection all on your own? How considerate, after how you've been decimating my forces..." The voice was like oil, slick and dripping into places it should never be to make a mess that could never be cleaned.

Marcus resolved to break his jaw first.

"Hmm, yes, with strength like yours I see how you made it this far. But no matter how strong, you are still. Just. HU-!" The old wizard of a Digimon shot out of the shadows on his right at baffling speeds, shouting all the while before he was cut off, having been caught face-first in Marcus' grip, hand clenched wide and firm around his forehead, stupid beak mask pointed downward.

"...Please let me go."

"No."

Then Marcus raised his left hand, and let nature take its course.

SLLLLAAAAAM!

Came the resounding smashing sound of his knuckles against the top of his head, sending out a shockwave of force and rocketing the elderly looking demon directly into the floor into a resulting crater, leaving Marcus to grin even as his fist burned ever brighter with his Digisoul.

"Y-y-y-YOU! YOU! CHEEKY BRAAAAATTT!" Barbamon rattled from the floor as he faded away like mist, reforming to a standing position as he glared at the human in pure, frothing rage, an imprint of Marcus'
fist clear to see against his Chrome Digizoid mask.

"I! AM BARBAMON! DEMON LORD OF GREED, THE ONE FOR WHICH ALL OF THIS WORLD'S AND THE NEXT TREASURE RIGHTFULLY BELONGS! I WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU INTO ONE OF MY TREASURES, BUT I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH AN INSULY! FOR THIS, I'LL SEND YOU TO THE FIFTH LAYER OF HEEELLL! PANEMONIUM LOST!" Barbamon roared as he lost his shit, thrusting his staff forward and leaving a single, purple dot in the air.

Then Marcus stopped smiling as the dot instantly expanded and shot forth an insane beam of force, and in the confined throne room they were fighting in, there was only really room for him to take the hit or fight back.

Naturally, the latter was what he chose.

Digisoul poured forth like a volcano as determination filled his veins, the feeling of his Partner's heat warming his back even as the cold not-fire in front on him tried to literally erase him from existence, still his fist remained aloft and against this stupid attack.

More, more, everything was thrown and more. Enough power to active a Burst Evolution a dozen times over in just as many seconds even as Marcus felt his limbs tremble and teeth clench hard enough to cut his cheek. Black spots threatened the corner of his vision and even the very air seemed to be disintegrating from contact with the Demon Lord's Attack. Was it still going? He couldn't see a damn thing over its purple glow and the annoying chanting/cackling going on in the background.

His feet dug into the marble as the heat of his soul melted where he stood, but it wasn't a smooth descent.

Was this...going to be it? Biting off more than he could chew just from some chump, away from most everyone he loved?

No.

He felt the familiar claws of his Partner behind him, the phantoms of his friends on his shoulders, an the weight of his father's necklace around his neck. His fist clenched harder, fingers drawing tight against flesh even as his knuckles split against the forces he was still holding against, the red adding to his orange and sparking wildly against he digital waves around his digits as he threw his other fist into the mix, eyes snapping back into focus.

"That's it Boss! C'mon damn it, we're gonna take down this clown just like everyone else! I know we can!

Agumon... was right! Not like this! He refused! They had fought Demon Lords before! Abominations of Life Physical and Digital! Royal Knights! The God-Damn God of the Digital World!

A Step forward.

Another. And Another.

Barbamon stopped laughing, and instead started putting his staff against the back of his attack, strengthening it.

But it was too late.

Closer and closer Marcus got, the beam of power giving way to his Soul as orange beat back purple and yellow, until, with a roar, Marcus leapt forward directly into the origin point with Agumon holding tightly to his back as the world was bathed in DigiSoul.

Until.. it wasn't.

Barbamon cautiously poked his head out from behind the melted remains of his former throne, nose-mask now completely blown to the side and his feathered robes half-singed as his eyes hesitantly searched for the pesky intruders.

Usually, when he used Pandemonium Lost, there was quite a bit more screams of pain before the target would get ground down to their composite atoms or data, but even by those standards there didn't seem to be anything detectable to his infallible Greed senses to gather.

"I. Do not know what just happened. Hmm. Maybe this is a sign that I should retire for a few hundreds years. Yes, yes, I think I've earned a good rest..." Barbamon muttered to himself as he hobbled deeper into the darkness he called 'home', to rest and recover primarily, but also to wipe this horrid day from his memory.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

MEANWHILE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A SCREAMING VORTEX

Marcus was INCREDIBLY confused to come out into the Real World. Mostly because there were holograms everywhere.

WHY, were there holograms everywhere!

"How the hell long was I gone!" Marcus shouted out in the middle of the park as he put his hands to his head, staring straight up at the pale white moon.

END OF CHAPTER

Ironically, didn't even get to the Ghost Game part of this yet, but set-up is important to me, even with this little stuff.