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Story 6

This light of mine

Bakemon was absolutely done with this world. So what if he had a human partner at one time. One way or another, he would eventually get back to her. But to be dropped right before Halloween? This was a sick, twisted joke. The sort only pulled by entities with little in the way of empathy.

"Is the holiday over yet?" he called out, poking his head through the door. The last thing he needed was someone to see him and freak out. Especially in the one place that he actually considered a home. All he needed to do was flip the light switch and look for a bedroom. "Now where is that light switch?"

Bakemon slowly slid a hand across the wall. The light switch had to be here. No way the house had been remodeled in the last seven or eight years since he last floated in here. If they had, what was the deal with moving something fundamental as a light switch? How else were people supposed to see in this stupid place? Just bumble about in the hopes that they would find the exit? Quite an easy way to get sued over. His most recent case involved an incident like that. Except instead of a light switch, it was an extinguished torch. The principle was still the same.

Waving his hand about, the ghost digimon caught something smooth. This was most definitely the light switch. If not, this was a strange red herring. Why a house even needed one in the first place was a massive infraction on the housing code. Once he found her, there was going to be one heck of a conversation. Then maybe hugs and kisses. No real need going total lawyer after so many years away. Especially if he got a good explanation on what the hell this was about. Of course, that all depends on if he could actually find the damn switch. Giving the smooth object a tap, he waited a couple seconds. Nothing. That was odd. Something should've tu-

A loud crash erupted from the ground. Bakemon looked about, deciding now was a good time to abandon his search for a source of light and instead try and figure what he had just knocked over. Accusations of vandalism were not the way he wished to start out his time back on this side.

"Sorry about that." Bakemon whispered and scanned the room one more time. The temptation was there to continue his search for the light switch, but he had a feeling that would be cut short before he could get going again. Instead, it would be best to maybe pick up whatever he had knocked over. If the object in question could be set back up in the first place.

"Bakemon, is that you?" a voice called out, the beam of a flashlight bouncing about the room. Bakemon nodded, slowly approaching the source of the light. Even in the darkness, this one single light source was more than enough to illuminate the entire room. What had once been a plain white side room was now a playroom. Bright blue walls decorated with white clouds and airplanes were brought together by a carpet meant to mimic a town. A moderately abridged one.

"Lisa?" the ghost digimon answered as he approached the flashlight holder. Even with a couple inches and a nightgown instead of actual clothes, Bakemon could make out the details. The locks of brunette hair, those adorable triangular earrings that she had received from a friend as a birthday present. Those hazel orbs of her looked to shine brighter than any time he had seen before. If that was possible. "How have you been?"

Lisa held a finger to her mouth, motioning for her partner to come over. Bakemon complied.

"Fine." she whispered, grabbing hold of the ghost digimon's hand. Pulling him out of the room, a short walk down the hall followed. "Okay. Now we can talk."

Bakemon nodded, looking around his new surroundings. Unlike the room they had just left, the hallway was plain and not that interesting. Left bare after so many years, it felt… lonely. How could someone even live in a place like this?

"I came out as ace." Lisa continued and got a nod from her partner. Part of her had expected him to crack some dumb joke after knocking something over. But to see him silent and thinking, he clearly understood. "Everyone was completely confused and didn't understand what I was talking about. Eventually, I cut ties with everyone and came back here."

Bakemon's gaze swiveled back over to her.

"I'm back now, so you haven't lost everyone." Bakemon countered and got a chuckle from his partner. Nice as that was to know, that didn't explain what was up with that room and it's lack of light switches. Especially the latter. "Though, what was with that room I found myself in?"

Another chuckle, this one bringing Lisa's hand to his. Pulling him further along the hallway, the pair found themselves in the living room. Between the generally sparse furniture and the lack of anything else in the room, Bakemon's attention turned to a large stack of papers. A couple loose ones had been scattered about, which provided for the perfect opportunity to look this over.

"I'm adopting a kid." Lisa answered, sitting herself down in front of the papers. "Of course, that means a lot of paperwork from all the various agencies and people involved. Right now, he's staying in my room."

Bakemon nodded, floating down to the floor beside his partner. While nowhere as complicated as some digital world legal documents, it was up there.

"Does that make me their ghost father then?" Bakemon added and got a groan in return. He was used to it. Just part of this weird, wonderful life he was living in.

Notes:

I'm aware that Bakemon are usually shown to be intangible, but this is more fun.