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The Tamer v1.3 - The Other Tamer
Chapter 5 - Clean Up
"So if we're all infected, do we still have to stay in here?" Patamon asked nervously, after everyone had their moment of quiet panic.
"NO!" Joe said, breaking the illusion of calm that was over everyone.
"But they're already sick! What does it matter if they stay in there or not!?" Mimi argued, motioning for Palmon to come out of the monitor.
"We don't know that for sure. The only one we really know is infected right now is Meicoomon," Joe stated quietly, his tone becoming calmer but losing none of the seriousness. "But that doesn't mean that the virus hasn't already passed to the others. Meicoomon may just be the only one able to demonstrate symptoms. And there in lies the problem. We don't know anything about the infection! We don't know how long someone is contagious before they're symptomatic. It could be days…or weeks! The only one who would know is Tamer and I don't think we're going to get anything out of him. It's a horrible thing to say, but it may be be better for everyone if they stay in there until we know who is and isn't infected."
"Are you just trying to show off your medical degree?" Matt asked with a half smile. Sora quickly elbowed him in the gut.
"Take this seriously, Matt! Our friends are in trouble!" Sora reprimanded him, a look of serious disgust on her face.
"I am! I am! I was just trying to lighten the mood!" Matt said sheepishly, hanging his head quietly as Sora leered at him.
"Well it wasn't very funny," Sora pointed out to him.
"And I thought Davis's jokes were bad," Ken remarked quietly.
"Try lishtening to them twenty-four sheven," Veemon added from the monitor.
"Hey!" Davis took offense from his partner, motioning like he was going to smack the screen. Veemon stuck his tongue out in response, and Davis folded his arms grumpily.
"I'm not a doctor. I'm not even in med school, yet. I'm just being realistic. We need to keep them in there to keep them safe," Joe went on to say softly, a small smile finally breaking through the grim frown on his face. "But I'm relieved you guys can still quip and make jokes."
"So how long are we going to stay in here?" Gabumon asked quietly.
"Honestly? The safest thing would be to stay there until the whole thing blows over. Whether it's a month or a year, stay in there for as long as it takes," Ken stated matter of factly.
"I don't like this plan," Mimi stated bluntly. "Palmon! Come out!"
Palmon looked eagerly at the monitor, clearly ready to come out but hesitating as she looked at the other digidestined. "Are you sure Mimi?"
"Joe's not a doctor yet. He could be wrong. And if he's not, then I'd rather spend whatever time Palmon has left together," Mimi stated seriously.
"I agree with Mimi," Palmon said. "If I'm going out, then I want to go out on my terms."
"And what are you going to do when the infection sets in? When you go completely wild? We all saw what happened with Tamer. He pulled a gun on Kari, of all people!" Cody pointed out. "Next time, it could be Palmon getting ready to strike you!"
"I don't think Palmon ever would," Mimi said quietly, getting a teary eyed look from her partner.
"Except it won't be Palmon, will it? We saw Tamer. He wasn't being himself. We could say the same thing for Palmon if and when that happens," Cody pointed out. But Mimi puffed up her cheeks in frustration and stayed by the monitor next to Palmon.
"Mimi, don't be ridiculous! We're trying to be safe here!" Sora said more calmly, trying to reason with Mimi.
"And if safety means Biyomon living like this for the rest of her life?" Mimi asked, turned the idea back on Sora. And Kari was hard pressed to disagree - she couldn't imagine being away from Gatomon.
"I agree with Mimi," Kari said, finally finding her voice. She turned towards the monitor and stretched her arms out. "Come on out, Gatomon!"
"Kari, are you sure?" Gatomon asked nervously. It was impossible to miss the uncertainty in Gatomon's voice. Maybe Kari was being selfish. Or perhaps she was just being stupid. Kari should've known better than anyone what would happen once the virus took full effect. She could still feel the cool metal of whatever that gun Tamer was using pressed against her head, the soft hum as it charged whatever it was going to shoot at her. Just thinking about it sent chills down her spine. But the idea of never being able to touch Gatomon again, to have to live separated by a barrier was more chilling to Kari. I'd she could, she'd do whatever she could to protect her partner. She would never let Gatomon become like what happened to her brother.
"I'm sure, Gatomon," Kari answered.
"Kari, you need to take this seriously," Izzy began to say to her but she cut him off.
"I am taking very seriously. Maybe more seriously than you are," Kari said. "I didn't forget what it was like to have the gun to my head."
"But it's not just your life this time. It's Gatomon's," Joe added. She saw how serious his tone was while all of this was happening. "Assume right now that she's not infected. The only thing you accomplish by having her leave those isolation units that Izzy set up is that she will get infected."
"And if she is, then all staying in there accomplishes is us being apart while she slowly loses her mind," Kari countered flatly. "And I don't want to spend any time separate from her by a piece of glass."
"Well, technically it's a liquid crystal display but some people mistake it for glass because-" Izzy began to say but he stopped himself halfway through as he realized everyone was shooting him an annoyed look. Realizing his mistake, Izzy scratched the back of his head and apologized. "Sorry, not the time! My bad."
"This is all our fault, Meicoomon," Meiko said. "I should've never gotten them involved in helping me find you."
"It's not like we could've said no. Those digimon who were fighting? If what Hackmon said was true, it sounds like Meicoomon was the digimon they were looking for," Matt pointed out, shooting Meicoomon a cold stare. Even for Matt, that was a hell of a thing to say. Sure, he could be blunt, but he didn't typically throw out accusations without reason.
"Come on, Matt. You can't seriously think she was the source, do you?" Sora reasoned, trying to give him an opportunity to back away from his accusation. Sadly for her, Matt didn't take the chance.
"What I think, Sora, is that it's crazy convenient that Meicoomon somehow ends up in the middle of the fight between two crazy powerful digimon who were coming to our world specifically to find the source of the infection. The same powerful digimon who came to warn us about everything that was happening," Matt stated matter of factly. When it was phrased like that, it was hard to not see it as a coincidence. "I mean…it's a little convenient that all these problems happen around the same time Meiko over here joins our class! After a while, coincidences stop being coincidences."
"Or that's exactly what they are! Coincidences!" Sora said more forcefully, staring at Matt disapprovingly. "In fact, if we're going to throw out random accusations, we might as well discuss the fact that Tai just showed up in our class on the same day!"
Kari shifted her gaze onto Sora, staring intently at the older girl who slowly noticed everyone was staring at her in confusion. A long silence followed as Sora shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gaze, broken only when Joe asked, "What's weird about Tai showing up in class?"
"It's weird because he's not in our class! I don't remember him ever being in our class," Sora said quietly. And just like that, the room was quiet again. "I mean, I do sometimes remember it that way. But it's like…I don't know what to call it. Deja vu? Because most of the time, I remember it another way. I remember him never being there. I remember him dying on New Year's after we beat MaloMyotismon, and all of us being sent back to this world just before he disappeared!"
Kari blinked in disbelief. It was the same exact thing she remembered. But why did Sora remember? Was it because she was Tai's best friend when they were kids? Was it because she was the first to remember who Tai was?
"Oh…this again," Matt said, his tone relaxing and his eyes becoming concerned. "Sora, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Matt," Sora said.
"You didn't take a head injury, did you?" Joe asked, reaching into his shirt pocket to produce a penlight. He flicked the light on and approached her, flashing the light in her eyes and leaning in closely. Sora slapped the light out of his hand and shot him a very angry look.
"I said I'm fine!" Sora said more forcefully.
"Maybe Kari has one, too?" Davis said quietly, turning towards her nervously. "You were saying that you remembered things differently, too."
"Davis!" Kari gasped out, annoyed that he would just say that aloud but also nervous that now they were all going to look at her anxiously. She didn't like being the center of things like this and scoffed. "Fine! Yes, I remember things differently too, but that doesn't mean that I have a head injury. And that goes for Sora, too!"
"And how do you remember things?" Yolei asked quietly. "Was he also dead?"
"The same as Sora. Except he wasn't living in my apartment, and we weren't sharing a bedroom," Kari stated. "Imagine remembering never having a bunk bed, and then one day waking up in one because your brother is throwing a pillow at you."
"That makes me uneasy. Why is it that only you two remember things this way when the rest of us don't?" Ken asked, putting a hand to his chin. Kari could see the gears turning, not just in his head but in everyone else's too. She just wished it didn't come with all of them staring at her or Sora in concern. They weren't crazy! At least, Kari was sure she wasn't personally crazy. But the fact that only she could remember things this way made her think she might actually be crazy.
"Look, it's fine for now. Can we please focus on our digimon?" Sora interrupted, gesturing to their partners on the screens.
"Yeah, is it alright if we bring it back to us? Since…y'know, we might be dying?" Gatomon said grimly.
"Can you not make it sound like it's definitely going to happen?" Biyomon whined.
"But how do we know we won't?" Hawkmon asked.
"Y'all are being depressin'! Can we not?" Armadillomon grumbled.
"There has to be something one of you can do, right? It's not like we want to sit here and just turn?" Tentomon pleaded, just as his screen began flickering. This sent a wave gasps through the digidestined while the digimon scurried away from Tentomon's screen. Seeing his partner's screen beginning to glitch caused Izzy to stand up so hard that his chair went rolling back against the glass window behind him.
Izzy's face twisted between abject horror and helplessness. But he furrowed his brow and immediately began typing on his computer. "I can try running a diagnostic - working backwards to see how the virus affects your isolation units to see if I can work on some kind of counter measure - better encryption, a program that corrects mistakes in binary code, something. But I don't know if I can do it in time."
"I believe in you Izzy, I know you'd never let me down!" Tentomon offered his words of encouragement, although it was apparent Izzy didn't hear them. The boy was too busy mumbling to himself incoherently and trying to find some way to limit the damage that the virus was about to cause.
"What can the rest of us do to help?" Davis asked. "Because I don't like sitting helplessly like this! I wish there was some kind of bad guy…or something we could fight!"
"What about that guy from yesterday? The one who got Tamer to finally stand down. What's his name…Daigo?" Ken said quietly, looking deep in thought.
"What about him?" Matt asked.
"He could help us, if we could figure out how to get a hold of him. But the question is how? I've never heard of the Data Processing Bureau! It sounds made up" Ken thought aloud.
"We could try my mom? She's good with finding things people would like to keep buried," Matt suggested.
"NO!" TK shot that idea down so quickly and loudly that everyone jumped in their seats. She could see his fists shaking angrily as he went on to add. "The last time she got involved with us, she got shot by Oikawa! Not again!"
His voice became colder as he finished those words. Admittedly, Kari wanted to say he was probably the scariest thing in the room at the moment. But she also distinctly remembered how Oikawa shot TK's mom. Still, Oikawa wasn't trying to kill their mom. The government agent they wanted to find clearly didn't have those conniptions. Perhaps it was better if she didn't get involved.
"TK, she's done dangerous things before us. Remember the yakuza thing? It's not like she's a stranger to any of this," Matt pointed out.
"NO!" TK said again more seriously. "We are not involving her!"
"Guys, now's not the time to argue. Let's just look into this National Data whatever it's called and go from there," Cody said quickly, trying to play the peacemaker between the two brothers. Even then, it was plain to see that Matt looked ready to continue the issue while TK was ready to keep pushing back on the idea.
"What about the digidestined around the world? Maybe we should let them know what's going on?" Yolei asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
"We can work that angle, too! Get a message out to the others and see if anyone else knows anything we don't," Ken said in agreement.
"There's those Burnt Leaf guys we keep running into. They usually have some kind of clue about what's going on!" Kari added as well, recalling all the times they'd reared their heads in the past - first their confrontation with Myotismon and then again in France. Now that she thought about it, it was odd that they hadn't made an appearance yet.
"I wouldn't worry about them, since they have a habit of just showing up," Matt stated matter of factly. He wasn't wrong but then why hadn't they?
"And if they don't show up?" Kari asked.
Matt just scoffed at the question, "Do you really want to talk to the blonde jackass again? It was weird enough when he showed up in France. I don't want to talk to him again."
As Matt said that, Davis stomach grumbled really loudly and he threw up a hand apologetically, "Speaking of French! Is there any food nearby? I skipped breakfast and I'm craving an omelet!"
"There's a cafeteria down on the ground floor if you're hungry," Izzy said without looking up from his computer. "Have them charge it to my employee ID. I'll keep working here."
"Don't forget to bring us something to eat when you get back!" Biyomon said hungrily from the computer screen.
"Ooh! Bring me some omurice!" Gabumon added hungrily. "Matt's cooking is the best!"
"Ooh! I'll have some of that too!" Patamon nodded in agreement.
"You guys know I'm not actually cooking, right?" Matt raised an eyebrow at their digimon partners, but they were too busy imagining all kinds of delicious foods to eat. The sudden shift in mood brought a small smile to Kari's face, and for a moment she forgot the terrible revelation they'd just learned.
"I guess that's our cue to go get some grub. Thanks for lunch, Izzy!" Davis said, taking Kari's hand and guiding her out towards the elevator.
Just outside the office building, a small black SUV parked in a garage across the street. Sitting in the passenger seat was Daigo Nishijima looking through a pair of binoculars at the Koushiro's office across the street. He sipped on his coffee quietly and looked over at his partner - a young brown haired lady named Maki Himekawa. She had reclined in her chair and was reading a magazine quietly.
"You shouldn't be distracted while on duty," Daigo said to her. "Y'know, focus on your job?"
"I'm your boss. I order you to focus for me," she said quietly, taking a sip of her own coffee and calmly turning the page. "Besides, it's your turn to keep an eye on them."
"And who's keeping an eye out for The Digimon Tamer?" Daigo asked her.
"If he were going to do something, he'd have done it by now. Besides, if we were really a threat, don't you think he'd have thrown us into another dimension by now? Or, I don't know, killed us?" Maki asked half jokingly.
"That's exactly what I'm worried about. You remember what he was like back then," Daigo reminded her, shuddering at the memories of what they witnessed. What they'd seen. He still woke up at night, drenched in cold sweat at the nightmares that scarred his memories.
"Do you really want to talk about that?" Maki asked him seriously.
"I just want you to take this seriously," Daigo answered her.
"I am taking this very seriously. And we both know that absolutely none of this adds up," Maki stated bluntly, finally setting her magazine down. Daigo rolled his eyes and went back to the binoculars, looking for any reason to avoid whatever conversation was about to come up next.
"We met him, Daigo! We met him when we were kids!" Maki began. "Then when we were teenagers, we ran into him again at Highton View Terrace! How could we have met him as kids, then met him again when we were older and he was younger?"
"I try not to think about how weird things are when he's around," Daigo stated, really hoping Maki would drop this insane conspiracy theory of hers. Although she wasn't wrong. Things really didn't add up. He'd just hoped that by ignoring it, she would drop the subject or at least move on to other things. Then again, that was his mistake for thinking she could ever let things go.
It had been many years since their own adventure to the Digital World and she still hadn't fully gotten over the loss of her partner. Granted they all lost their partners that day but Maki took it harder than anyone else. Years on, she'd looked for ways back into the Digital World, a way to get her partner back through Primary Village, even a way to turn back time and change the past. That was what stood out to Daigo the most - her obsession with defying the laws of reality.
"What's weird is that the Digital World was in trouble so many times and we were never called. Not once! We were never asked to come save it!" Maki stated, her look becoming more manic before she added. "What's weird is he said time travel wasn't possible! And then we ran into him as a little kid! How could we have met him when he was younger? That can only mean time travel is possible and he lied to us!"
No longer able to handle what Maki was doing, he lowered his binoculars and turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide but the bags showed how little sleep she'd had in a while. He sighed and used the side of his hand to lightly tap her forehead. That finally seemed to snap Maki out of her ramblings and she stared wide eyed at Daigo.
"You need to let it go, Maki. Time travel isn't going to bring Tapirmon or Bearmon back. Believe me, I'd love to see them more than anything. Tamer's people were a hyper intelligent race from another world with the power to alter the fabric of reality to their whims and even they couldn't crack time travel!" Daigo said matter of factly. Daigo tried to explain it as calmly and gently as he could to her. He could see the gears turning behind her eyes before she finally nodded.
"You're right, you're right. I can't keep going down this rabbit hole," she said in silent agreement.
"It's fine. I just don't like seeing you get like this," Daigo said quietly, lifting back up the binoculars to continue monitoring the digidestined. He could see them leaving the office, leaving behind their digimon on the monitors while one of them stayed to work on the computer. "They're moving. We should get ready to relocate to follow."
"Or they're getting lunch in the cafeteria," Maki said, looking at her watch. She adjusted in her seat and took another sip of coffee. "I'm honestly surprised you never tried to report me for this."
Daigo set the binoculars down and turned to her again. "Sure, because what you need is to be disavowed from the only job you've been able to hold over trauma you never got over. I'm not going to do that to you. But I think you really need to revisit therapy. Join a support group."
Maki snorted quietly, "Yeah, sure. I'll join the support group for digidestined who lost their partners."
"Well, you're in good company," Daigo answered with a laugh.
That finally put a smile on Maki's face and the two shared the first laugh they had together in a while. But it didn't last as Maki went on, "I mean, if time travel was possible, why wouldn't Tamer go back to save his own people? Or, I don't know, use it to change reality so that they never died?"
"To be fair, it's not for lack of trying," a voice said behind them.
Maki and Daigo turned swiftly in their seats to see a spiky haired boy sitting in the back of the van, dressed in an all black shirt and pants underneath a hooded white robe. The two agents, reached for their guns only to find their guns removed from their holsters. Maki and Daigo looked down at the same time, then back up at the boy who was holding both guns in his hands. He unloaded the magazines of both guns, then climbed over the seat to sit between the two adults.
He waved at them, "Hello! I'm The Trickster! I'm also a Digital Agent and I'm here to help!"
"Help?" Daigo blinked in confusion, looking at Maki to take the lead.
Despite how tired she must've been, Maki pointed a finger at him. "I don't know what you think you're doing kid, but you're interfering in a government operation and you're going to be detained-"
"Oh, is that what you're doing? I thought you two were ignoring your government mission to have whatever you think passes for a meaningful heart to heart. To be entirely honest, I don't know or care what you were doing. You humans were always an odd species," Trickster interrupted her by pressing a finger to her lips so that she'd stop talking. Then he started fiddling with the radio. "Hey! Let's listen to some music!"
"That's government property!" Maki protested, wrestling with the boy as he fiddled with the radio until a pop song from a few years ago came on. Ironically, it was one that one of the digidestined had published years ago.
"I turn around, I can see what's behind me.
I turn around, I can see what's ahead.
And if you don't believe I've been here all along
Just turn around! Just turn around!"
"Eh, I was always iffy on this song. I don't know how I ended up with that voice for a while," the boy said without elaborating any further and turning the dial towards another station. The music changed to another song, some newer pop song that Daigo didn't care too much for. The boy seemed pleased with the new song and folded his arms behind his head and leaned back.
"How did you even get in here?" Maki asked the boy.
"Are you deaf? I said I'm an Agent!" the boy said, producing a digivice from within the sleeve of his robe for them to see. Daigo froze when he saw the digivice, his heart racing as he realized just how serious this situation really was. If he really was a Digital Agent, then that wasn't just a digivice. That was the most dangerous weapon in both worlds, and it was in the hands of a child who'd just snuck up on them. He would've tried snatching it out of Trickster's hand if he wasn't sure he'd be disintegrated before he even got close. It didn't help that Trickster freely waved it in their faces tauntingly before flicking his wrist so that it disappeared from his hand. "I can do what I want, when I want, how I want!"
"I thought your kind was beholden to destiny or whatever? If you were doing whatever you wanted, wouldn't you have a massive headache?" Daigo asked the boy. Trickster raised a curious eyebrow at him before he burst out into a fit of horrible laughter.
"I said I do what I want! Why would I want to give myself a headache?" Trickster said between fits of laughter. He continued laughing so hard that he managed to roll backwards over the seat and into the back of the van. Daigo and Maki peered back over their seats to see him continuing to laugh like a maniac as he rolled around the floor. Daigo briefly looked at his gun laying on the floor next to Trickster's head. If he was careful, he would be able to reach it without alerting the boy. Then, they could retake control of the situation and detain the kid before he did anything.
His hand reached for the gun slowly, until he heard a click and looked back to see Trickster holding the digivice up to his face. "Ah-ah! Were you trying to reach for your gun?"
"I…" Daigo began but was cut off.
"Oh shut up, I already know the answer," Trickster said as he sat up in the backseat of the van, keeping the digivice level with Daigo's face. "Y'know, I'll never understand why you humans constantly feel the need to interfere in what is so obviously not your business to interfere with. I mean what do you gain out of it? Is your kind just naturally nosey?"
"We're dealing with a threat, not just to national security, but global security!" Maki answered calmly.
Now it was her turn to have the digivice in her face, only she had to contend with Trickster's mocking laugh. "Oh is that what this is about? I thought you were just interested in trying to get your digimon partner back? What was its name? Tapewormon?"
"Tapirmon!" Maki spat back angrily.
"Oh right. Woe unto you who lost your partner. No one can understand the sadness you feel. You bore me," Trickster rolled his eyes, then clicked his tongue angrily before flashing a light from his digivice. Maki barely even had the chance to respond before she vanished. All that remained was a small pile of ash where she'd been sitting just a moment before.
"MAKI!" Daigo flew into a rage and threw himself at Trickster, grabbing a hold of his collar but Trickster turned the digivice on him. Daigo knew how serious the situation was, but didn't care if he died. All he cared about was stopping this child before anyone else was hurt.
Trickster must've sensed this because he proceeded to mock Daigo, "Really? You just watched me vaporize the love of your life, and you think tackling me is the best decision you can make right now? No, of course not. Your kind are always so impulsive and irrational. I mean, really? Reaching for the gun that was next to me? What? You think I wasn't paying attention? Or are you just stupid? No, of course you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't have threatened to shoot her."
"What?" Daigo raised an eyebrow and looked at Trickster nervously. He'd really only threatened to shoot one person and it was a bluff. Why would Trickster care about that? It's not like he cared about any of this! There was no reason for him to care.
"Oh come on, work it out," Trickster said mockingly. "Mister National Data Processing Bureau agent. Go on and process that data! You've seen and heard everything you need. Tell me what conclusions you can draw!"
Daigo stared back at Trickster, mind racing as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. But there was nothing. All he could focus on was Trickster staring back at him with that crazed look in his eyes and that wide grin. Maybe he could take the digivice? No, he'd be killed before he could get it. Same with the gun. No matter how he tried to find a way out, all he could see was his own doom staring in front of him. And that look. That crazed look Trickster was giving him. It haunted him just staring at it.
"You're insane," Daigo finally managed to say, only to see Trickster laugh in response.
"You're not wrong, but that's not the right conclusion! Try again," Trickster said, his thumb resting playfully on the button for the digivice again. It twitched anxiously, as if he was ready to press the button but was hesitating to actually do it. "And make it count this time. You only get the one shot."
Daigo stared in disbelief at Trickster, still fixated on his smile and the manic look in his eye. He knew this look because it haunted his nightmares. But that wasn't possible - because he'd never seen it on anyone but-
"You're-" Daigo began to say just as light flashed from the end of the digivice. And all Daigo saw after that was darkness.
"Yup. Look at how completely useless you ended up being in the end," Trickster said to the pile of dust that had once been Daigo. He climbed back over the front seat, calmly brushing the dust onto the floor to clean the seat and turned up the music to drown out the world around him. All the while, he drummed his fingers rhythmically against the dashboard - not to the beat of the music but to some unheard song that existed only in his head. Then he began to sing to himself quietly.
"Cause at the end,
after every day,
it doesn't even matter.
And all I do,
And all I say,
It never really mattered."
Then the Trickster slammed his hand against the table. "Right. Time to clean up! Digiport Open!"
Davis led the way down the cafeteria line with a tray in his hands. Kari felt so awkward here around so many adults in suits - they must've looked like they were here on a school field trip surrounded by so many adults. She didn't quite get how Izzy could be here so regularly without feeling out of place. It felt like the whole office was staring at them as they made their way down the line of food. She wanted to enjoy the delicious smells but could only focus on the eyes on them.
But that was hardly enough to distract her from the reality that was in front of them: their Digimon may be infected with the Ternary Virus and there was nothing they could do about it. And then there was Sora. Why could she remember the past that she herself remembered? Kari wanted to ask her - to find out what Sora knew that Kari didn't.
"Sora…about what you said upstairs," Kari began to say to her. Sora turned to her, but before either of them could say anything - a loud boom outside caught their attention and they turned towards the large glass windows of the cafeteria.
"What was that?" Yolei asked aloud, as they felt the ground tremble from the shockwave of the blast. All eyes were on the window and everyone hurried to look at what cause the explosion. Then as quickly as they came, they all started rushing away in a panic - to escape the large monster barreling towards them.
And then they saw it - a big green digimon with horns on its head and an oversized bone club in his hand. He crashed through the window, sending glass and tables flying as he crashed into the cafeteria swinging his club around.
"OGREMON!?" TK gasped aloud, catching the green digimon's attention. He turned to look at them, and Kari recognized the crazed vacant look right away. Ogremon was infected and he was loose in the cafeteria. Thankfully, he started circling around aimlessly and ignoring the people around him.
They probably could've tried to run away with the crowd, if more Digimon didn't follow through the hole in the window with Ogremon - Gekomon, Tyrannomon, and swarms of Koromon and Gazimon. And going by how they were mindlessly running around and attacking anyone unfortunate enough to get close - it was obvious that they were infected too.
"Run!" Joe shouted, catching the attention of one of the Tyrannomon who turned to look at them before roaring at the top of his lungs.
Author's Notes: The digidestined have a plan but it looks like The Trickster has a plan of his own! How will the digidestined fight off the infected digimon without their partners? How are Meicoomon and Meiko feeling about all of this? And will Kari and Sora be able to figure out why they're the only one's who remember what was? Find out all this and more in the next chapter of the The Tamer v1.3 - The Other Tamer due out in six weeks on Friday March 24th at 8 PM CST! Let me know your thoughts in the reviews section! And don't forget to follow the story to keep up with all the latest updates and to favorite to show support! That's all for now, until then is leonardo1123581321 signing out!