I don't own digimon.
Vilemon wasn't certain why he was standing on top of a lamppost in the Human World. He distinctly remembered posing, but not on something like that. No, he had been doing that in front of a mirror. By no means the best way to practice this part of his vileness, it got the job done quite well.
"Any gargoyles around here?" Vilemon announced as he gazed about from his perch. From his position, he could make out a quaint little park below. Nothing in the way of people, this would serve as the perfect stage for his return. Even if he couldn't think of a reason for the forces beyond his control to think that now was his time to return. Best not look like a gift horse in the mouth. Things were always in a constant state of flux. To expect things to somehow be the same after so long was dangerously stupid. Instead, it would be better to act as though everything had changed from the last time and hope for the best. Yeah. He could make that work. At least until Stephanie could grab him. "I hope she's doing well."
Staring at the ground, he took care in jumping down. Wouldn't want to break his legs and/or wings at a critical moment like this. No, an evil digimon like him needed to take caution when it came to difficult stunts. Landing less than stellarly, he took the time to dust himself off. Looking up to the lamp, Vilemon found it to still be in satisfactory condition. While a little property damage would be nice to add to the criminal record, the fine would absolutely outweigh it. Especially with no way to pay for it. For now, he let that thought fade away and began walking in the direction of the woods. There were bound to be bugs that could be used to freak kids out. Or perhaps delight them. Kids were weird in that regard. Much like everything else, their sensibilities had likely changed as well. Bugs might not be enough to freak them out. No, he would likely need sticks as well. Perhaps even some mud. A shame no kids left their buckets behind. That would be a massive boon in this endeavor. Perhaps if he got closer then maybe the evil digimon would get lucky. Though, Vilemon considered himself quite lucky to just survive to reach this point. Far too many good and bad digimon had lost their lives in the crossfire of Ordinemon and Eosmon respectively. None of them deserved that fate. He could only hope that they would one day get returned to their humans. That was the least that the forces in that world needed to do here. But that day was still a very long time off. No amount of wishing was going to make it come any faster. If anything, it just made the feeling all the worse. Shaking it out from his head, he turned his attention back to the woods. While quaint, that didn't make it any less dangerous. There was no telling what kind of dangerous creatures could be hiding within. Best to leave them alone. Human or digimon, they deserved the absolute respect. Getting mauled and/or the snot beaten out of you because you thought it was a good idea to make enough noise to wake up a large creature. Vilemon let that thought fade as he reached the edge of the forest. Looking at the ground for any bugs, he didn't need to look far. Worms were dancing about the dirt, the likely result of a recent rain. Scooping a couple up, Vilemon turned his attention to the possibility of slugs. The ground felt wet, but that was likely the rain rather than the trails of their feet.
"I wonder how Stephanie would feel about my catch?" Vilemon thought and pulled his gaze away from the dirt. Looking about the area, he watched a butterfly flap by. Catching the evil digimon's attention, he chased after it. Even if his hands didn't manage to grab hold, it could always lead him elsewhere to other bugs. Maybe even something that could hold his bugs that he could carry around far easi-
Looking to his left, Vilemon found a log. Lifting it up, he found the top to contain a small cavity. Big enough to hold the worms, but not small enough that they could just slither out. In other words, the perfect receptacle for bug transport. Turning his attention back to the butterfly, he took care to keep up with the winged insect. Heading further into the woods, Vilemon took care to minimize his steps off the path. The forest had enough problems without him adding to it. Not that anyone would judge him in the slightest. Pushing that thought out, Vilemon looked about for any more bugs. Finding none, he let out a sigh. The butterfly continued to fly, remaining right out of his reach. Not that Vilemon blamed them. One wrong move and he could acci-
Vilemon found that thought cut off by a pair of juvenile hands. Ripping off the wings, he watched the body fall to the ground. Turning to the kid, Vilemon didn't know what to feel or think here. This was a child here. They likely didn't know better that kills most insects. But at the same time, that was the butterfly he had wanted to show Stephanie that butterfly. Now, he would need to find even more bugs to make up for it. Perhaps a couple beetles, a slug and maybe even a snail. Stephanie would definitely appreciate that. At least, Vilemon hoped she would. He had worked so hard on his evilness, that getting a proper gift fell by the wayside. Such a mistake was bound to be punished if he came back empty-handed. Though, that didn't factor in the kid in the slightest. They could be the deciding factor. But that was on the basis this was Stephanie's kid. He couldn't remember what her thoughts on having kids were. With a body like hers, there was no telling what it would do. Just thinking that felt wrong. No, he needed to get his mind to other things.
"Kid, what are you doing here?" Vilemon announced and was met with staring on his end. Figures. The one time he was actually asking for cooperation, he was met with silence. Unbelievable. Was he not evil enough to be considered someone to at least be followed. The nerve of this child. He obviously didn't know the true extent of his abilities. Perhaps a demonstration was in order. Kids loved demonstrations. That was the number one way to get and keep their attention. Unlike stuff like candy, you didn't have to worry about allergies or the little goober spitting it out in dissatisfaction. That last part was the absolute worst. You could have the greatest con going on and a kid just breaks apart with one well-timed cry. Vilemon let that thought fade. "Kid, it isn't safe out here! You have to have someone that cares a lot for you, right?"
The kid stared down at the ground. Muttering something at the dirt, he stepped towards Vilemon. Clenched fist pulled back, the punch that follows is not quite what the evil digimon expected to be on the receiving end of. A push, maybe. But definitely not a punch. Perhaps this child was a lot more evil than he was. Taking a step back, Vilemon took a moment to assess the situation. Looking the kid over, he was met with a striped shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. By no means the ideal outfit for going about the dirt, the evil digimon could think of a number of worse options here. Not that it mattered here. Moving to their face, a set of sullen green eyes stared back. Locks of dirty blonde hung atop, leaves and branches tangled within.
"Leave me alone. I'm angry!" the kid announced and stomped the ground a couple times. Coming awfully close to hitting a rock and beaning Vilemon, that was the evil digimon's cue to put a hand on the kid's shoulder. Getting pushed away, that was the kid's cue to bolt off.
"Just my luck." Vilemon muttered and charged off, dropping the log in the process. So much for that. He would just have to find something else. While it would be a challenge, he felt quite up for it. Kind of like the chase he was about to go on with this kid. Going through the possible reasons for what could cause their situation, nothing but awful situations sprung forth within the evil digimon's mind. Why did his head have to be like this? Couldn't it too see that this kid had no doubt suffered through the mess Eosmon created? If he had been given the chance, he would have fought on the frontlines to prevent as many lives as possible from being taken away. But fate was a cruel bitch that took joy in the suffering of others. Why else would she have let two similar events to occur and ruin the lives of so many people? It just didn't make sense to him. But he let that thought fade for now. Wasn't going to do anything to solve this situation.
"So am I, kid. I was going to bring that butterfly back to my partner. I haven't seen her in over a decade and I want to make a good impression. But now I need to find a bunch more bugs because of you. If nothing else, you could at least tell me why you're so angry in the first place." Vilemon announced and the kid stopped. Kicking a rock off to the side, what looked to be tears fell down their face.
"My parents died at the hands of you digimon like you! What makes you think that you are somehow different enough to understand that fact?!" the kid screeched, trying their hardest to look tough in this moment. Vilemon stepped back and let out a sigh. There was not a good answer to this question. Even if he could answer it, the kid was bound to refuse the answer that they got. That was just the nature of the beast. Sometimes, reality was absolutely bullshit. You could do everything in your power and still end up with a pile of bodies.
"You're right. I'm not different. But my human, Stelphanie, is very brittle. No one expected her to make it through her early years. Let alone get out in the world. But I remained by her side and kept her company for as long as my time on this world allowed. Yes, some days absolutely sucked. But when she triumphed, it was the greatest feeling in the world." Vilemon continued and watched the kid's gaze meet his once more. Tears still falling down his face, they didn't look as angry. "Can we at least set aside our differences and at least head back out. There's bound to be someone worried about you bolting off."
The kid nodded and felt Vilemon grab his hand. Making quick time out of the forest, time was still taken to look about the forest for any bugs. Sadly, no more insects decided to make themselves known here.
"Uh… I don't think I got your name." the kid announced and squeezed Vilemon's hand. Vilemon looked away, realizing that he needed to ask the exact same question here. Though, it was probably best to introduce himself now and then ask for the kid's name. Yeah, that worked. Whether or not the kid would actually truthfully answer, remained to be seen.
"Vilemon." Vilemon announced and got a chuckle from the kid. Was his name really that funny? If anything, it should strike fear in the hearts of heroes dumb enough to think that they could just take him on without a second thought. Though, that was far more important in the digital world rather than here in the Human World. "How about you?"
The kid looked away. Muttering something to the grass, Vilemon tried his hardest to pick up what they said. But he was still no closer to that answer. If anything, he honestly felt farther away… somehow. Not that the evil digimon could figure out what it was that gave him that impression in the first place.
"They took away my name after they found me and did 'that' to me." the kid announced and looked about the park for good measure. In the distance, a woman in a wheelchair awaited. While she hadn't seen them or Vilemon yet, she looked to be on her guard for something. Just one more mystery to add to the pile. Hopefully once they reached Stephanie some of that stuff would become far clearer once they got to her. Picking up his pace, he felt the kid grab hold of his claw. Accepting the gesture, he pulled his companion along.
"Vilemon?" Stephanie called out as the pair came to a stop in front of her. Vilemon bowed, while the kid looked away. Splitting her gaze between them, a sigh escaped the woman's lips. "Vilemon, please tell me that you didn't just kidnap a kid for me?"
Vilemon froze, but shook his head right after. As an evil digimon, that kind of came with the territory. But this somehow felt different.
"No, I just found him wandering the woods. Do you know who his parents might be?" Vilemon inquired and watched Stephanie sigh. Looking over to the kid, his look was blank.
"That child has been missing since the Eosmon's attacks." Stephanie announced and looked the child over. "Where have you been?"
The child didn't answer. Closing their eyes, all they found was fragmented images. Nothing that they could make out. Except for one thing - a nametag marked with 'Julie'.
"I wish I knew." they announced and felt Stephanie pull them in.