I'm totally not evil for leaving this on a cliffhanger but my brain created this short story…will I ever continue it? Sure, if a good enough idea strikes me or people want it enough. But for now, this is a drabble, so let your imaginations wonder on what happened to poor Ken. Post-Kizuna, pre-epilogue. Tri is non-canon. Prompt is the alternate 'dazed and confused'.
Ken's eyes slowly opened as he felt the water hit him. His head was spinning. His vision blurred as he sat up, feeling a sharp pain shoot down his back. What had happened? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was sleeping in his bed and Davis saying they could decide what ramen place to try with Cody tomorrow. Then how had he gotten here?
'Wormmon?' He could have sworn he had said these words, but he didn't hear himself talk. It was as if something had stolen his voice from him, ripped it from his vocal chords. He forced himself to his feet but was only able to take a few steps before he stumbled and fell to the ground. What was going on? Before he could even attempt to stand up again, laughter, mocking laughter surrounded him. He had heard this once before. He had heard this when he had created Chimeramon but why now? Everything in his life felt better than it had been back then why was it happening now?
He wanted to ask who this was and why he was being targeted now but his voice still wouldn't work. The darkness made him feel sick and it was all he could do not to throw up then and there, but his eyes were beginning to close again.
Sleep. You know you want to.
The laughter had stopped. But where was that voice coming from? He couldn't listen – what would happen if he slept? Still, his eyes were closing, and he couldn't keep them open. He knew he couldn't sleep but the darkness was so warm and inviting. Maybe…maybe if he slept, everything would be okay when he woke up again. The thought was so childish, but it was the only one that brought him a small amount of comfort as his world faded to black.