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Story 25

Used Green Datirimon

Datirimon wasn't completely sure what to make of this situation. Yes, he was very certain this was the human world of all places. But in all of this darkness, he couldn't tell what that place was. Or how big it actually was in the first place. Everytime Datirimon tried to move, he found himself bumping into something that remained unseen from his own eyes. Absolutely annoying.

"Is there anyone out there?!" Datirimon announced, waiting for a response back. None sadly came, his words echoing about to whoever or whatever might also be in this cold environment that he was trapped in. Hopefully there weren't any monsters here. He hated monsters most of all. Especially ones that dined on vegetables. He had lost far too many vegiemon friends by way of consumption than he ever wanted to count. Let alone all the near misses. Couldn't they just see that they should all be friends and just eat tofu? That was the solution to this problem. Or at least, one of the better ideas to fix this. Better than just having them all eat meat. What if they had some kind of negative response and got sick? What if they couldn't consume meat in the first place? That wouldn't be ideal for anyone.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, Datirimon turned to what was in front of him. Maybe if he went forward, the green tomato digimon could find the full extent of these boundaries. Running as fast as his little legs could carry him, the results were less than ideal - getting just an inch or two from the starting point before hitting an invisible wall of sorts.

"Darn it." Datirimon muttered and took a couple steps back. For a brief moment, everything looked good. He hadn't collided with anything. Nor had anything tried to kill h-

Or would've, if not for a large pillar landing on his stem. Stepping to the left, Datirimon tried his best to see what exactly had fallen. In this darkness, that was easier said than done. There had to be some way in order to get some amount of light within here. How else would he know where Casey was? Go off of sound alone? What if his voice had somehow changed in the time that he had last seen him. But that would mean that something bad had transpired to him. Datirimon hoped that it wouldn't be the case. He only appeared to those who had lost hope. Had Casey somehow lost his hope? If he had, was there anything that he could do? If not, what purpose was there to be in the human world? He couldn't fight. With his tiny size, getting anywhere was an absolute challenge. Don't even get him started on the whole 'veggie eater'. Dang near everyone always gave him that look. Couldn't they see he had places to be and things that he wanted to do - none of which involving getting eaten by one of them? No, that was asking too much here. Always taking tentative slashes and kicks, the only option was to flee to safer parts of the digital world. Even if calling any part of the digital world 'safe' was a joke in itself. No part was ever truly safe. A lesson hopefully learned by many post that weird reboot thing. If anything, that whole thing made everything worse. Megas and other powerful digimon running amok, eating all the veggies with a reckless abandon he had only seen once. Trying as Datirimon might to remember what that moment was, he found himself drawing a blank. Why couldn't he remember? Did it have something to do with the event itself? It wasn't out of the question. But that just raises further questions. Had he done something bad? Had Casey done something bad and then wiped his memories? Or did he somehow have a partner before him who did something so awful that it required him dying and having to forget. He honestly wasn't sure here. Part of him didn't think he wanted to know what the answers to those questions even were. He was only thinking about this stuff because he was trapped in this stupid space. Sooner or later, he could get out and possibly get answers to some of those questions. Or maybe he would be somehow left with more questions.

"Let me out of here!" Datirimon shouted and began jumping up and down. Far as he could tell, whatever creatures around him were obviously terrified of this show of power. Or just chose to ignore it in the hope that Datirimon would tire himself and maybe die. Personally, Datirimon hoped it was the former rather than the latter. Pushing that thought away, he looked ahead. Jumping forward, the only thing he accomplished was slamming face first into the wall. Stepping back, he made a face at the wall. The wall didn't respond to his taunting. Instead, it remained silent. Almost as if it was mocking him for his inability to get out of here.

"Daddy! I think there's something talking in the fridge!" a voice announced, Datirimon looking about for the source. Was there someone out there who had noticed his struggle? He sincerely hoped that was the case. If not, why else would they say something like that? He honestly wasn't sure. Perhaps this person would be able to get Casey. Things were looking up for him. Or at least, Datirimon hoped that was the case.

"Are you sure? I don't remember putting anything in there that would be speaking." a different voice announced, footsteps of all sounds echoing into Datirimon's container. This was it. He was getting out there. Look out world, here came Datirim-

Bright light flooded Datirimon's vision, bringing a swift end to that thought. Waiting a moment, the tomato digimon looked about. With the lights on, he could see a variety of dairy products. From the look of things, he had managed to knock over a carton of milk. Looking down, a variety of vegetables awaited use. Which meant these people were vegetable eaters. If this did turn out to be Casey's house, he was going to have to look past it. They could probably come to some kind of understanding. Like normal people did. Or at least, he hoped that was how they did so. Which was all the more reason to give it one more shot.

'I believe in you, Datirimon.'

Looking around, Datirimon tried to find the source of the voice. It couldn't have come from within the fridge, but instead himself of all people. Did this have something to do with his memories? Was that why it felt so familiar to him? Had to be. Then why couldn't he place it anywhere? Could this just be a case of the place no longer existing? Had to be. Whatever the case, someone believed in him. Taking the time to step back, Datirimon charged at the door one more time. Pushing any doubts and second guessing out of his mind, he felt his body slam into his target. For a brief moment, this was looking to be much the same as those previous attempts. Up until the wall gave way. Light poured into the fridge, giving way to Datirimon falling out and onto the ground. Right at the feet of a young girl. Dressed in what looked to be a shirt and overalls, she picked the green tomato digimon up.

"See, Dad?" the young girl announced and held Datirimon up. Looking about, Datirimon looked about for his partner. Surely he had to be here. Who else could this girl be talking to currently? Her mother? Datirimon highly doubted it. No, Casey was most definitely around here. But where exactly?

"I can see that." a voice announced and a man approached. Dressed in a vest and slacks, citrine-colored eyes stared in his direction. "Datirimon, why were you in the fridge of all places?"

Datirimon looked away, not entirely sure how to answer his question. Why exactly was he in the fridge? Had whoever sending digimon down to the human world mistaken a fridge for some kind of computer? Datirimon highly doubted that. Which left the question of who had spoken to him a moment ago. Looking about, his gaze caught upon a light pink butterfly. Something about it felt familiar to him. Staring in that direction, he watched it morph into an older man. Giving a wave, they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

"Datirimon?" Casey announced, his daughter handing Datirimon over to him. Facing his partner towards him, a smile had formed on Datirimon's face.

"Sorry. Just saw a friend." Datirimon answered as he was set down on the table. Whoever that man was, he was glad that they showed up. He highly doubted that Casey wanted a Datirimonsicle. Or however that saying went.