"Ahoo hoo hoo!" a malice filled chuckle echoed out over the evacuated Netscape of Central Area 3. Typically this particular area was bustling with tourists, all taking screenshots in front of the two looming statues or trying to peer down into the massive chasm occupying the center of the area in the fruitless hope they would glimpse the urban legends said to be sealed in the depths of The Underground: The Cybeasts. Most dismissed the rumors as just spam on the message boards, but that didn't stop their curiosity.

Now though, Central Area 3 was littered with the unresponsive bodies of those same tourists. Lured over by what they thought was a street performance was just the chance needed to steal the power needed for phase one of the plan. The clown-esque Navi with four floating hands let out another chuckle as he stepped over his victims to the lone outcropping of stable ground dangling over The Underground.

"Ahoo hoo hoo! Wakey wakey, it's showtime!" Circusman shouted down into the chasm, pouring the energy stolen from those basic Navis deep into The Underground. A moment passed before the very stability of the server itself began to quake as the massive forms of Cybeast Greagr and Cybeast Falzar slowly rose into view from the shadows of The Underground. The "programs", if they could even be called that, warped the cyber space around them simply through existing, appearing in lupine and avian esque forms wreathed in blue and red flames respectively as they awoke from their slumber.

"Now then, let's get you both in your cages for the main event!" Circusman declared as one hand reached down to open the door across his torso. Once he'd captured both Cybeasts within his custom program, WWW's plan to conquer the world would be complete! No one could stop them now!

"I think not." A voice came from behind him. "These creatures belong to the strong."

"Just who do you think you're talking to?!" Circusman shouted, whirling around to delete this nuisance and complete his mission. "Do you have any idea who-" his voice cut off as a tearing sound cut through the air. Circusman slowly looked down to see a golden gauntlet had plunged straight through his torso, his body slowly beginning to pixelate around the mortal wound as he looked back up into the glaring eyes of a cloaked Navi.

"Well that's not funny." Circusman manages to get out before his body explodes in an array of textures and polygons. What was left of the Netcriminal slowly swirls around the gauntlet, flowing into his being as programs and data are evaluated before being added or discarded. An announcement rings out across the server despite its redundancy.

Circusman: Data Deleted

The cloaked Navi turns his attention back towards the two Cybeasts, but finds his gaze being drawn to the wolf-like being on his left.

"You...why do you make me think of the word…Treble?" he mutters to himself, deciding that this one would be the first to be added to his strength.

Extending his hand out in a grasping motion the Navi began to run both his own Get Ability program as well as the clown's capture program. The massive wolf lets out a reality warping howl as it was slowly but surely dragged forward, its attempts to resist futile from its long dormancy. The Navi let a savage grin split his face as he came into contact with the massive amount of Virus data and began the process of installing it into his very being.

He had expected pain. It was only natural when attempting to compress and incorporate that much data, even with his enhanced storage capacity. The shock came, however, when the cloaked Navi realized that the Cybeast was attempting to corrupt and rewrite his own data even as he did the same to it. Processing this new turn of events and calculating the likelihood of being able to claim both prizes now, there was only one option that didn't lead to instant deletion before his desire could be satisfied.

To leave now and claim the second Cybeast once he had conquered the first.

Bass Logging Out

"So, you got what you were looking for?"

"Argh…silence…meat…sack." Bass managed to ground out before forcibly placing the PET into sleep mode, taking the opportunity and solitude to focus on the task at hand.

The man standing by the public access terminal scoffed as he turned away from the monitor, slipping a pair of sunglasses over distinct blue-grey eyes before darting back out onto the streets of Cyber City. The Net Police were already canvasing the crowds for information as he strode past, his thumb brushing across the Navi emblem as he stashed the PET in his pocket, the white scar cutting over a black field encircled by gold. Running a hand through his swept back blonde hair at how quickly things seemed have gotten out of hand, there was only one thing he could say about having been roped into this situation.

"Stupid living smartphone."

Introducing Emdot Chaos, the Chaos of Earth 20XX

Author's Notes: A thanks to Accel95 for writing this guest omake! I have no idea what this is referencing.

And a note from him: In this instance I imagine that post being absorbed by Alpha in Battle Network 3, much of Bass' data alongside his memory would have been corrupted, essentially erasing his ability to act as an Independent Navi and needing to be housed in a PET.