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Story 37

It can get worse

Weddinmon was absolutely pissed she ended up in the human world. Not because the wedding cake digimon didn't want to be down there, more because she was right in the middle of a job. Digimon weddings were rare and serious business. Which meant in turn, she was bound to rake in a ton of dough. Dollars, in this case. Everything was going well too. They had found the perfect venue, the caterers managed to deliver on the food and everyone who the couple invited had made it. As she thought about this, the couple was walking down the aisle to say their vows and then kiss to make it official.

"Ugh…" Weddinmon muttered and carefully stood up. Taking a moment to make sure that nothing had gotten onto her cake body, the wedding cake digimon looked over her surroundings. Standing outside of a chapel, the building easily towered over Weddinmon. Even if she were to switch to her other form, the stack of cake would still be a full story short. Probably freak out the various parishioners within and bring them her way. With all the close calls she had in the digital world, there was bound to be a crudton of people more than willing to attempt grabbing a slice of cake off her body. "Just my luck."

Letting out a sigh, Weddinmon walked around the perimeter of the church. The entrance had to be around here. Maybe if she played her cards really well, no one would be there and she could slip right in. Weddinmon doubted it would be that simple. A church of this size and magnitude was bound to be having events constantly. Whether that be sermons to parishioners up to massive parties because the group needed a large space, she was most definitely going to be spotted. Which meant coming up with a good reason for why she was wearing a wedding cake on her body. Especially one that wasn't 'because I'm a digimon'. The only response that would get was someone laughing their ass off and probably not believing h-

"Mommy, why is that lady wearing a wedding cake?" a childish voice called out, Weddinmon's gaze bouncing about to find the source. On the sidewalk, a kid with their mother stood. Dressed in a juvenile shirt emblazoned with a dinosaur, a pair of jeans covered their lower half. Didn't explain why their focus was on her and not the dinosaur cradled in their hands.

"I don't know, dear. But it's probably best to leave her alone. She's probably up to no good." the mother explained and tugged at her child's arm. Attempting to pull him along, she shot Weddinmon a glare. What the heck was that about? The wedding cake digimon had been here for a couple minutes top. If they really wanted something to be scared of, she could just bring forth her other form. Now that was something to be truly afraid of. Especially while being spun around and getting covered in brightly colored sprinkles. Letting out a sigh, she marched over to the woman and her child.

"I just got here! How the heck could I be up to no good if I was just sent down here!" Weddinmon announced as she leaned into the mother's personal space. Staring her down, the mother took this as more than enough of a reason to set her child behind her.

"It's clear to me that you've stolen that wedding cake as part of a bizarre fashion stunt you wish to hold." the mother countered and stepped off to the side. Weddinmon rolled her eyes. What the heck was this woman going about now? Given the choice, Weddinmon would've preferred to wear an actual wedding dress or suit - regardless of the occasion. But no, that was asking too much of the powers to be here.

"Ma'am, If I could wear something else, I would." Weddinmon countered and continued to keep her gaze on the mother. All while their child did their best to make some kind of sense of what was even going on. "Unless you have some kind of way to de-"

Weddinmon was not afforded the opportunity to finish her sentence. Mostly because a fireball collided with her back. Spinning around, she was met with a Tyranomon of all digimon.

"You leave that family alone!" the dinosaur digimon announced and charged for Weddinmon. Rolling her eyes, Weddinmon dodged to the left. At the rate things were going, this happy day was going to become less than that. This would not do.

Whip Decoration!

Bringing her fan out, Weddinmon waved it in Tyranomon's direction. Large balls of cream shot for the weapon, cutting off the area the dino digimon had to work with.

"I was just explaining to this woman that I just got down here. But then she accused me of being part of some kind of strange PR stunt." Weddinmon announced and watched Tyranomon's gaze lock onto her. That should've been enough to get them off her butt. But no, the dino digimon wasn't going to let up that easily.

"Why were you in that woman's personal space then?" Tyranomon countered and was met with a sigh. Watching Weddinmon fan herself a couple times, they attempted to close the distance with her. Easier said than done with all the whipped cream Weddinmon had just shot out.

"Because she wasn't listening to reason! That's why!" Weddinmon announced and took in some air. Why was everyone assuming that she was the bad girl in this situation? Yes, she had invaded someone's personal space. But that was only after they refused to hear her side of the story. Then that stupid Tyranomon showed up and everything was a massive mess. Try as she might to remain positive here, her resolve was beginning to crumble. Where was her partner when she needed them. This was the perfect time to swoop in and rescue her from this ordeal. Yes, that would be perfect here. But the odds of that happening were slim to none. Even if they weren't, there was still the problem of Tyranomon. How the heck could she convince them of her evidence after attempting to prevent them from getting to her? The answer to that question eluded her at every turn in the most frustrating of fashions. Kind of like everything else that had occurred so far while she was down here.

"You can't be getting into people's personal space, wedding cake woman." Tyranomon announced and was met with a sigh from his opponent. If that was how she was going to react to a simple suggestion, perhaps they needed to take this threat up a notch. Perhaps this mysterious wedding cake woman would see the error of her ways and decide to go elsewhere. Simple as that. At least, that was how it looked in their mind. This was likely far more complicated than this mess suggested. All the more reason to bring a swift and decisive end to this and get back inside.

"I'm very much aware of that! Also, my name is Weddinmon!" Weddinmon screeched and fanned herself a couple times. This dinosaur digimon was absolutely getting on her nerves. But once they had been dealt with, she could find her partner and make it up to them. Unless Tyranomon's partner was somehow connected to them. But that would be a silly coincidence if she had ever seen since being forced back to the digital world. Just the thought of having to deal with this dinosaur digimon was making the icing on her cakes boil. "Don't you have better things to do than pester me over attempting to help a woman understand the difference between a human and a digimon?"

Looking in the direction of the woman and her child, Weddinmon found the pair gone. Focusing back on Tyranomon, she found the dinosaur digimon laughing their ass off. Nothing about this was even remotely funny to her. How the fuck could they see it like that? Pissed the wedding cake digimon off even more. The least they could do was provide the tiniest bit of respect to her. No, there were far greater things in Tyranomon's mind that somehow took precedence over this. What those things were, sadly remained a mystery to Weddinmon.

"What did you expect to happen? They probably left the moment that I swooped in to save the day." they announced, only to be met with an eye roll from Weddinmon.

"You escalated the situation! They ran away because you attacked me!" Weddinmon countered and gritted her teeth. Force was clearly not enough to get this idiot to listen to reason. There had to be another way to get through to them. But how exactly? Much like everything else, the answer eluded her. Absolutely irritating on a level she hadn't felt in some time. Not that Tyranomon understood in the slightest. No, they were content on being their wonderful assholish self for the rest of time. Which just raised the question on why they were even selected to come back down in the first place. Flew in the face of reason. A common theme across the digital world and in some cases, this world as well.

"So I'm the problem now?" Tyranomon countered, fiery energy engulfing their body. Charging through Weddinmon's Whip Decoration, Weddinmon braced for impact.

Happiness Fall!

Raising her arms up, Weddinmon watched a massive tiered cake appear above Tyranomon's body. Swiping down, the wedding cake digimon watched her creation drop onto her opponent. Exploding right after, she was met with a fireball. Swatting the projectile away, it fizzled out up in the air.

"Is this really all you're capable of?" Weddinmon announced and Tyranomon responded with a swipe. Stepping back, the wedding cake digimon countered with a fan swipe and knocked the dino digimon back. Shaking away the cake still on his body, Tyranomon glared her way.

"Asshole!" Tyranomon shouted and went for another swipe. Connecting with Weddinmon's side, he charged up a fireball. Shooting it out of their mouth, they managed to knock some frosting off of Weddinmon's middle layer.

"Takes one to know one." Weddinmon countered and kicked Tyranomon's feet. Knocking the dino digimon to the ground, a series of fan strikes followed. Not enough to completely defeat her opponent, that should be enough to get her message through… if Tyranomon was willing to listen. He probably wasn't though. Knowing them, they had taken this as all the more reason to retaliate on her with a string of attacks of his own. Said string using far more fireballs than was even necessary for here. King Drasil forbid that he use a meager ounce of creativity when it came to fighting her. No, that was better spent used on insulting opponents they believed to have the moral superiority over. Even when that was nowhere close to the case. Especially when it came toi ramping things up between a simple argument. What an absolute asshole if she had ever seen one in her life. Which was saying a lot in the face of some of the most difficult clients she had the 'pleasure' of working with.

"Nice to see I'm in good company then!" Tyranomon countered as they went for a kick at Weddinmon's bottom layer. Unsuccessful, it was promptly met by stomp into the dirt by the wedding cake digimon. In turn, they took another swing. Much like the kick, this too didn't come close to hitting their opponent. If anything, they had just opened themselves up for further hits if they weren't careful. All the more reason to get out of this hole and get on the offensive. "Or are you just going to roll your eyes and claim otherwise?"

That response got them another kick. But, it also provided just enough time for them to get out of this hole. A win-win in their book.

"Both of you, enough!" a voice called out and the digimon's gazes turned to the chapel. There, a rather tall woman was making her way over to the pair. A glare on her face, it was clear how she felt about this bout. Dressed in a chef apron and hat, a whisk sat comfortably in one hand.

"Elizabeth... it's uh, nice to see you again." Weddinmon greeted and was met by a sigh from her partner.

"That's the first thing you have to say for getting into a fight with my co-worker's partner?!" Elizabeth announced, rage radiating forth from her body. No doubt she had struck a nerve. When was the last time she had seen her like this? Had to have been sometime before being forced to leave.

"They started it!" Weddinmon countered as Elizabeth reached her. A slap followed, knocking the wedding cake digimon back slightly.

"I don't care which one of you started it. The only thing that matters right now is getting the grass and whatever else you wrecked clean. Do I make myself clear?"

Weddinmon and Tyranomon nodded, doing their best to not look at each other. Easier said than done when you're standing at opposite ends of a grassy lawn in close proximity to each other.

"Thanks a lot." Tyranomon muttered, only to get met with a glance from Elizabeth. In retrospect, perhaps it would've been better to

"Also, I married your partner. So I suggest that you learn how to appreciate your new family member." Elizabeth explained and was met by a stunned look from her digimon partner. "That goes for you as well."