Negated
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.
Summary:
The Great Catastrophe is nothing. What are you?
The Great Catastrophe had begun.
The Chosen Children intervened too late. It had always been too late. The negativity the Baby Digimon digested while browsing the web was a seedbed of confusion.
Data. Information. Misinformation.
Anger. Pain. Isolation.
Who said what. Who didn't say what. Who killed who. What to buy from the store. How to treat depression. Am I sick? Happy birthday. Where's my dog? 日本はどーなるんや？ Deplorable conditions. Parents kicked me out. The cancer is spreading. あなたはだれ? Botched it. ¡Sálvame! Has anyone seen Hikari? Creepypasta. 你是谁? Low viewership. FML! Terrorists! The erosion of the state. Need money to eat. Scam. Women publicly shamed and executed. 石田 ヤマト 980円。A US nuclear submarine has been hijacked by someone. This is a very dangerous situation. Going in for surgery. ROCK & ROOL. Assassination attempt. OMG! 痛いよ! Released from jail. Failed coup. Hottest on record. 八神 太一 380円。She is evil. No survivors. NEIKD STAR LIVE STAGE! Secret arms agreement. How dare you? Avoidable. Espèce de. Resignation due to declining health. 死にたい…Gunshots. CLASSIFIED. Canal blocked. Side effects include. «тьфу на тебя» Please help. メガフレイム! UFOs. My rights are being trampled on! Screw your rights! 4,700,000 dead. 嫌だ~っ! The lying mainstream media! Why doesn't anyone like me? Can anybody hear me? Why-why-why-wh-why?
Chaos impossible to contain or process.
Human (and eventually Digimon) suffering filled Negamon. So full, it battled to filter out the Babel. To delete the cursed locust buzz, and when it couldn't, to self-delete.
But the network force-fed it too much food. The nourishment Negamon consumed to evolve. The digital breakdown of two worlds breaking down, which would allow Negamon to Realize and destroy them. Tentacles searching other worlds to crumble beyond these. Dimensions witnessing their own obliteration under its shadow smiles. Its spontaneously emerging Pride.
A bottomless pit of copy/paste despair. The yawning face of Sheol.
We-we-we want to die.
Break the chain of rebirth.
Erasure into the completely blank, white void, where the sound of one's nonexistence is none other than the cry of madness.
Permanent lack and absolute negative space at the termination of evolution. Where nothing is born. Nothing lives. Nothing dies.
Light, darkness, heaven, earth, birth, death, destruction, resurrection.
All.
Where deletion is deleted.
Where nothing is infinite.
Where nothing is nothing.
No thing.
The prophecy it saw in its Downer Eye. Monitored through Eyesmon and the many-eyed Algomon. Original program, running wild.
Doomsurfing that activated Negamon's death drive. That, conversely, triggered a polar opposite desire in humans and Digimon to connect and exist.
But it was too late. It was too-too-too late.
The end had come. Had-had come.
G-g-g-g-glitch.
It was a DoneDevi deal.
The Eyesmon's shadow in Diablomon and Omegamon's shadows.
Abbadomon Core.
The final end.