I don't own digimon.
Story 70
Which came first?
Digitamamon liked to think they were the chill kind of digimon. Not much in the way of philosophical arguments or pondering, regardless of the fact that their very appearance would suggest that in every sense of the word. Being an egg with legs did have advantages, none of which were movement-based. Unless you count running faster than most digimon their size. They didn't and neither did their friends for that matter. Not a big deal. Their abilities allowed for fun-filled days until the return to the Human World was at hand.
At least, that was what they told themselves each night right before heading to bed. Normally, they would wake up on the ground in the Digital World. Today, it was the cold concrete of the Human World that was their surroundings now. Looking around from his limited cone of view, he could make out a densely filled section of buildings, walkways and of course, people. Staring up, the top of some of the buildings were just out of view. If they could get a higher vantage point, then maybe they could see what they were missing out on.
"Huh." Digitamamon whispered and stood up. Now where could their partner be. While she was bound to be extremely confused by their change in appearance, they were still her partner. The only thing that mattered in their eyes. Okay. Maybe having some help scratching the backside of their shell would be nice. Couldn't be rolling around in a place where people walked about on a daily basis. Even if he could find a less than traveled part of the sidewalk, gum and other nasty things could get on his shell and render his efforts pointless. Bella wouldn't appreciate that. Still scrub it off. If it could get scrubbed off. Probably the same stuff one used on fine china to get it all shiny. Shoving that thought away, Digitamamon headed forward. With their size, they were bound to run into someone or something. Preferably the former rather than the latter. Would make for one heck of a story regardless of which he ran in-
Digitamamon's thought was cut off by a slight kick to their backside. Not close to even knocking him over, the egg digimon spun around. Standing over to them was a man. Dressed in a business suit, they didn't look particularly happy about seeing him. They couldn't think of a reason to feel the same. Unless this was about being in their way. That couldn't be helped. They had just got here, after all. If anything, they should be mad that someone thought it was nice to kick them in the first place. Did this man's mother not teach him proper manners? She was bound to be ashamed of this behavior. At least, that was how Digitamamon felt about the subject. Whether or not that actually was the case remained to be seen. Entirely possible that they were wrong here. Wouldn't surprise them in the slightest. They would just apologize and head on their way.
"Can I help you, sir?" they announced and watched the man stumble backwards. Had they really been gone so long that talking eggs was somehow weird? This was of huge concern. Hopefully Bella hadn't forgotten about them. If she had, it would be pretty easy to jog her memory. They knew all kinds of thin-
Digitamamon's thoughts were cut off by the man picking him up. Now in the air, a multitude of thoughts swirled through the egg digimon's mind. Why did this man want to kidnap them so badly? They were likely not worth much on the black market. If that was where they were being taken. There was always the supermarket. A shame that their vision was restricted to such a small area. What they would give for a better way to see. Digitamamon squashed that thought for now. Instead, their mind shifted to what purposes this man could have. For starters, perhaps they were to be used as the star for some kind of dish. Has to be quite an event to need them of all digimon in order to satisfy them. Probably a big party. Not that they tasted particularly nice in the slightest. Not only would the unfortunate souls need to break through their hard shell, they would also need to get through their interior. A feat that no digimon could claim (thankfully). Or perhaps they were to be given as a gift. Possibly to Bella. If not her, then maybe someone close to her. They should know how to get them back to their partner. If they even believed their story about being her partner in the first place. Their voice was quite muddled when it came through speaking and wasn't like it was when they were last down here. Beyond that, perhaps this man wanted to use them as some kind of decoration. The oddest option out of the three, it was also the most unlikely to boot. They had to see the way their legs moved about, attempting to free themselves from their grip. But all that accomplished was the man's grip getting tighter. A shame they couldn't bite people. Always a good way to get people's attention. At the same time, they didn't want to hurt this person for making an honest mistake. Digitamamon hoped that it was an honest mistake. They didn't know how to feel if it was anything else than that. To be seen as nothing before than an object to be taken advantage of, rather than the digimon they actually were. Was that really hard for people to get their heads around? Maybe. But the answer was likely to be not that far away. Light as they were, they were not designed to be moved around like this. Perhaps they could get a cart. Yeah. That actually sounded nice here. Probably just roll off and then end up in the street. Would be a good way to escape this man. Not that they would try. Getting smashed by a car tire sounded awful. Though, there was always a chance that they would roll under and be unharmed. Much like everything else here, Digitamamon let that thought leave their mind.
"Mister, where are you taking me?" Digitamamon announced, their voice falling on deaf ears. Attempting to roll in such a way that their mouth could actually face their kidnapper. Sadly, the man's grip prevented such a feature from occurring. Just their luck. Couldn't be easy. A shame that none of their friends were here to help. They were likely to get the man's attention and explain to him that he very much was a digimon. Though, the man might not believe them and then continue on his way. In that case, it was best to get the point across far more dramatically. Through violence, of course. While their moves were limited, they knew a trick or two to get out of a tough situation. But this was far tougher than anything they had ever faced before. Could any of their moves actually work? Or were they a sitting duck just waiting to be set down in order to make their getaway? Only one way to find out.
Nightmare Syndrome!
A black ghost creeped out of Digitamamon's skull, floating down to the man's face. Raising its arms up, a loud screech escaped the apparition. Knocking the target to the ground, that was everything Digitamamon needed to break free. Running away from the man, the digimon looked around for somewhere to hide. Perhaps if no one could see them, then they could lie low and maybe even find Bella. That sounded easy enough. In actuality, it was probably far more difficult than initially thought. Not only were they massive, they already had one pursuer on their tail. Wherever they went, it had to be somewhere that could serve to stave off both factors and then some. But where exactly?
"Get back here, you giant egg!" the man announced, Digitamamon unable to see what angle he was coming from. If they had to take a guess, it was probably behind him. That, or one of their many backsides. Didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. As long as they ran forward and made the occasional turn, the man couldn't possibly catch them.
"What if I don't want to be your giant egg?" Digitamamon countered and took the opportunity to turn left. Continuing on, they just caught the sound of the man doing the same. By no means ideal, they would just have to work with it. If anything, the man should be happy. His stuffy office job likely didn't give anything close to the amount of exercise that he was getting from this. Perhaps he could become an exercise person. That was more speculation than anything concrete. They were probably the sort who were more than able to keep up with a large egg with legs. Even if that specific situation was bound to almost never come up without some kind of event occuring. Kind of like right now, now that they thought about it. How often were Digitamamon reappearing in the Human World? Couldn't be that often. They had never really seen another Digitamamon in the Digital World. Beyond their own reflection, but that didn't count.
"Get back here, giant egg!" their pursuer announced, but Digitamamon ignored them. Little that was said at this point could really influence them to actually go with this person. Not even a claim of knowing Bella. No, they would need more substantial proof to go of-
Sadly, Digitamamon's thought was cut off by way of an entirely different set of hands picking them up. Trying their hardest to see who might have grabbed them, Digitamamon was at a loss here. Was this person somehow linked to the businessman? They doubted it. No, they were likely a third party who just saw them and thought they could take them without even asking. Quite rude on this mystery person's part. Could they see that they were trying to get back to Bella? Probably not. On the bright side, it did eliminate a couple outcomes for what they could be using them for. At the same time, it still left a huge number of questions up in the air. None of which were looking to be answered anytime soon. While that could easily change, it didn't make it any less stressful for Digitamamon.
"Could you tell me where you plan to take me?" Digitamamon announced, their words falling on deaf ears. Leave it to their stupid egg shell to muffle their voice this badly. Absolutely annoying. They would just have to work on speaking up in the future.
"That's my giant egg! Give it back!" the businessman announced and took a swing at whoever was holding them. Missing by quite a large margin, Digitamamon could feel themself shoot off down the sidewalk. Trying their best to see where they were going, Digitamamon couldn't break free from their new captor's grip. It did start to get louder. Nothing in the way of planes and/or cars. If not either of those, then what could it be? Music. Not that he could make out the genre or the band singing it. If they had to take a guess, it sounded like rock. While Digitamamon didn't have a real favorite music genre, they didn't mind this. Would help if they could actually see where the band was playing. If it actually was a band and not coming from a radio or a CD. While those two had their fans, nothing like actually getting to see a band play their best stuff. According to Bella at least. They were in agreement with her here. Not that they were in agreement with them being kidnapped. No, she would've done everything to get them back and put a stop to this behavior. Unless she was tied down by other duties. If she was, then they wouldn't mind waiting for her. Just had to get away from both of these egg digimon kidnappers.
"Then you should've held onto it better! These things are slippery after all." their current kidnapper announced and Digitamamon felt their body jerk to the right. Perhaps to prevent any attempts at grabbing them out of their grip. While they would object here, their opinion very much did not matter here. Their inability to actually speak up and voice their opinion on full display here, regardless of the number of kicks against their kidnapper's arms. Digitamamon hoped those were the person's arms and not a part of the body that really mattered for their continued living. If they had, an apology was in order. They would cross that bridge when they were able to put their feet on solid ground. At the rate they were going, it was beginning to look like a pipe dream rather than something concrete. Only a miracle could save them from whatever fate awaited them. A shame they lacked hands to pray and their Nightmare Syndrome was an atheist. Even if they were the religious kind of evil spirit, their prayers wouldn't be answered to begin with. Why exactly, they didn't know. A tiny part of them did want to know, but they squashed that urge. The odds of such a thing happening were slim to no-
Digitamamon's thought was cut off by way of their body being lowered down onto something. They would try and attempt to see what that surface was, but a third set of hands were now holding them.
"While this is a giant egg, this is not the egg that you're supposed to be looking for. I will take it off your hands though." a woman's voice and Digitamamon felt their body get moved to what they could only assume to be a table in the back. Spun around, their gaze met that of a woman. Dressed in a 'Fear the Marching Fishes' T-Shirt, Digitamamon could just make out a set of verdant green eyes and locks of fluorescent pink hair. "Sorry about that, Digitamamon. Welcome back."
Digitamamon nodded, feeling their partner wrap her arms around them.