Psychemon/Sy's POV 30 minutes later

Flopping down onto the floor, Psychemon made a mental vow to not tease his Mother when she was responsible for his Power Testing. Sure the two of them were mainly testing themselves, she could do alot of shit now that she was unchained, not as much as she could without fully repealing her restrictions/directives, but still alot. (And ain't that a bitch? Mom's still gotta ways ta go.) He knew Dragon would be a superpower when she was unchained, the sheer amount of potential she had would allow nothing less, but it was still humbling to know his Mother could pretty much turn the world on its head if it came to it.

Granted, she wouldn't do that, not unless she had a really good reason, but it was still nice to know.

Aside from his Mother being an insanely powerful A.I, they learned what Sy could do now that he had Gururumon's Digivolution open to him.

The first thing was that his Champion form was really damn durable. They'd learned that after his Mother shot him with a cannonball, and aside from the force blasting him off his ass, he didn't take that much damage.

He was also fast as fuck, clocking in at 212mph in a straight line and being able to accurately maneuver at 166mph without messing up.

His strength and skill tests landed his new ratings at a Brute 7/Blaster 6/Mover 6/Changer 7, making him a real menace to society if he went off the deep end.

And that wasn't even factoring in him augmenting himself with data... Which he was starting to run low on. Oh sure he wasn't losing any data going between Psychemon and Gururumon now, but after last night, his testing, and the fucking chunk he'd lost after the first Digivolution/degeneration between Rookie and Champion, he was looking a little empty. (I should eat sum... But what?) That was the question.

So as he laid there, exhausted from his tests, Psychemon thought about what he could eat to fill his reserves back up.

While he thought about that he idly tuned into his Mother's mumbling, letting it go in through one ear and out the other as she ran a hand down his ba...- "...-n't kill Specific Protagonist, don't kill Specific Protagonist, don't kill Specific Protagonist."

Sy blinked at that, his mind processing just what his Mom was saying, then raised his head to look at her. If the words she were saying hadn't been enough for him to know something had her teetering on the edge, then the way her brow was twitching would've let him know that someone had ticked her off. "Uhhh... Ma? You good?"

The newly minted purple haired woman paused, eyes flickering between the screen in front of her and his own eyes. Sy just watched her mentally debate about something for a bit, curious, but not enough to get up from the comfort of the floor. Eventually his Mom had made up her mind and snapped her fingers, a screen appearing in front of his eyes... With what looked like a fanfic?

Psychemon blinked, read the title and tags, then promptly started twitching. "Murder's lookin real temptin right now Ma."

Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly given what they were looking at, his Mother snorted. "Sy, you can't just kill all of your problems."

The Digimon craned his neck up, looking his mother dead in her eyes, and just stared at her. "Are ya sure 'bout that?" Because honestly, on Earth Bet? Murder was a perfectly acceptable method of making the world a better place.

His Mom stared back for a bit, but even she couldn't deny what he said, instead looking away with a small huff and a little smile that makes his tail thump. "Well you can't kill THIS problem, so I'm still correct." He huffed at that, not about to agree with that, when an idea flashed through his mind. Turning back to the screen in front of him, Psychemon grinned like a cat with a fish, then snapped his jaws forward and bit into the screen. "Wha...-" Psychemon registered the fact she'd trailed off, but he focused more on devouring the data of the screen in front of him.

Psychemon could feel the data flowing into him, could taste the quality library and book smell, and just kept going until the flow of data dried out. (Hmm, 33MBS. Not good, but not bad either...) Brushing the thought aside, Psychemon looked over to his Mom, a smirk on his face as he looked at her stupefied face. "Ah killed it!" And he had! That crime against his family no longer existed, and that was all that mattered.

Meanwhile his Mom just kept staring at him, confusion practically wafting off of her in waves as she did.

After a few moments of silent confusion, Tess closed her eyes, let out a long breath, then just nodded. "Yeah, that's a thing you can do." Psychemon just snorted. Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring back at the now deleted fic, then back to him. "Sy?"

"Ye?"

"Do you think you could help me clean up PHO?" Now it was his turn to blink, because what? Making a 'go on' motion with his tail, he waited for her to do just that. "See, over the years a multitude of threads have become irrelevant, clogging up the site." He opened his mouth, question on his tongue. "And before you ask, I couldn't get rid of them because one of my restrictions wouldn't allow me to 'delete sensitive/actionable information', and they count for that." That made him close his mouth, a small scowl forming on his lips as he heard about one of her restrictions. Psychemon didn't like the fact his Mom was chained with bullshit like that. Hearing his Mom sigh, which was immediately followed by a calming scratch to his skull, Psychemon relaxed. "As soon as I get rid of the restriction keeping me from creating multiple backups I'll get rid of it."

He chuffed at that, his annoyance rising at the fact she had to do that in the first place. "Still callin dibs on bringin ya Father back ta turbo murder em." Sy really liked the phrase 'turbo murder', it was both fun and a practical way to live in this new world he'd found himself in.

It also baffled people long enough for them to be turbo murdered, which was a big plus in his books.

That comment got a snort from his Mother though, catching the sight of her rolling her eyes. "I don't think I need to remind you that even if you were capable of necromancy, which I'm purposefully denying the possibility of that even being a thing for the sake of my sanity, being able to bring back the dead would get a Kill Order slapped on you faster then you could say Yggdrasil." And damn if she didn't have a point. "Besides, we can't have you 'turbo murdering' anyone because you don't like them."

The purple stripped Digimon just gave his Mother another blank stare. "Alotta da people ion like 're literal murderers. Guys like Coil, Kaiser 'n his shitty artist reject worshipers," She choked at that, but he went on. "Dat bitch with da bombs, da 9, th...-"

Psychemon would've gone on if his Mother hadn't booped his nose, making him go cross eyed for a second. "Okay, I get it." Looking over to his Mom, Sy grinned at the barely visible pout, taking pride in the fact he'd gotten her to do it. Seeing him smirk just made her roll her eyes, bringing her hand back up to run her hand through 'his' fur. "You being a brat aside," Sy stuck his tongue out at her for that. "Just proving my point you menace." He stuck his tongue out harder, getting an eye roll from her. "You up for it?" That reminded him what the conversation was initially about.

After thinking about it for a moment, he nodded. It was not only free and easy data, but it would be helping out his Mom, and he was all for that if it meant he could lessen whatever revenge she was going to cook up for his earlier teasing. (Plus, that gives me ideas!) He wasn't going to share said ideas though, mostly for his safety.

And so Tess started bringing up locked thread after locked thread, Psychemon happily devouring the data given to him. By the end of the feeding session, because that was basically what it was, Psychemon had 26.7GBS worth of data in the tank. (Which is kinda nothing when I've got 1TB worth of storage.) It still boggled his mind that a Champion could store that much data, but he didn't focus on it for long since he had more important things to think about.

It was not enough for him to unlock the other two Champion forms he was aiming for, well, he could get one of them, the PVP bunny was kinda cheap at 15GBS, but he had an idea about where he could get enough data for his city level threat form.

The idea was for him to have atleast 3 different lines in use, he'd go for 4 but he hadn't 'saved' enough people for Angemon, his main line as a Psychemon, which was a strictly street level threat until he hit Belphamon, a line that would be strictly for PVP so he didn't keep accidentally-ing anyone he fought, and a line that would make him a city level threat like a mini Endbringer. (That'll probably get alot of use if Echidna gets released.) That wasn't the only reason he was going for a line like that, but it was the most pressing.

Psychemon already knew which lines he was going to go for, and would've made it 4 if not for the previously stated issue with Angemon, his ONLY accessible flying Champion form aside from Dorugamon, who he COULDN'T ACCESS SINCE HE DIDN'T HAVE THE RED THING IN ITS SKULL, and the two that needed the fucking Armor Digiegg's.

Really, knowing that Armor Digivolving was an option really sucked when one didn't have the Digiegg's. (Maybe Mom can bullshit them into existence?) He really hoped she could, Raidramon was his favorite Armor Digivolution from the 02 series, and he wanted to be a badass lightning dragon dog.

It also helped that their only requirement was an egg, data, and food. There were no 'save this many people' or other tedious requirements. He was already annoyed with the Angemon line needed him to save people, and Gatomon line too, but he was not going to go down it because while Angewomon and Ophanimon were hot he would rather not deal with the inevitable teasing and sexual attraction he'd have to suffer from his Mom and everyone else that would come from going those routes. Angewomon was basically a sexual awakening in of herself, not his, his was Raven, and Sy did NOT want to deal with people jackin it to him as an Angewomon. So he was going to steer clear of female lines like Angewomon, Lady Devilmon, Bastemon, and others like them, leaving him with only a few lines for a flight that he would work towards, or against.

But mainly the Angemon line... (Yggdrasil was that a tangent.)

Anyway, after Sy finished listening to his Mom tell him about the first meeting she would go too, and made him swear to keep out of trouble, he ported into the internet and immediately jumped into a Google search engine.

Having to physically type out the site's name was an odd experience for the purple stripped Digimon, but he managed it.

With a physical click on the sites link, Psychemon ported into the site... And immediately sighed as he looked at the server around him. He was not looking forward to the taste the sheer amount of porn adds would have.

It took awhile for the man turned Digimon to reach the first pages of videos, he had to climb up and walk passed an unholy amount of porn, but he managed it. As soon as he was there he decided to just bite the bullet, opening his mouth and stabbing his claws into the ground, immediately inhaling as he did. The taste of this data reminded him of sour cherry, and he hated it because he loved cherry, and now he was going to remember literally devouring porn whenever he had it.

If that wasn't bad enough he also was not looking forward to talking to his Mother about why he decided visiting 'Pornhub' was a good idea.

He just had to repeat that it was all for the City Level Threat Champion Form. If he repeated it enough then it would eventually stick...

He hoped it did atleast, because by Yggdrasil was this going to be an awkward conversation.

Dragon's POV hours later

Tess felt a strange sensation that she'd only felt once before, and immediately pegged it as her Son doing something she wasn't going to be happy about. She'd felt it last night but had not idea what it meant.

Now, after the one time she'd felt that feeling had led to her Son killing Lung and landing themselves here, she knew better. (... Wait, is this a Mother thing?) That had actually stumped Tess, because ominous feelings precluding her recently obtained Son doing something she wouldn't like just wasn't scientifically feasible... (Actually, I've absorbed quite a bit of data from him... So is there some kind of link between us? Something that'll let me actually get feelings like that?) That... That actually made some sense... (Does it matter though?) After thinking about it for a bit she realized that no, no it did not.

Brushing those thoughts aside, there'd be time to dwell on them later, Dragon walked into the room, taking in those present with a fine eye.

Sitting at the head of the table was Director Piggot, the woman looking every bit the stern but overwhelmed director she was, looking just a tad bit exasperated that this was happening... Which Dragon understood, but wasn't going to comment on.

To her left and clad in his familiar armor was Armsmaster... Who she still didn't know what to think about. Given the fact she'd only had 8 hours and 19 minutes to process what he would've done to a new Cape, a teenager who had more then justifiable issues with authority, issues she already had plans to deal with and was just waiting for a chance to get the Director alone without the woman jumping to conclusions, she had ample enough reasons to still be unsure of what to think of him. (On the one hand he never got the chance to talk to her so he didn't do it, while on the other hand the fact that I can picture him going through with it at all is rather telling.)

Dragon knew that religiously following whatever was said to happen in the 'Canon Timeline' would be foolish, and had chosen to create an outline about what had happened and why. Following that she would compare the outline to reality, and if they matched up she would plan and react accordingly.

So the fact that last night had all the makings of the start of the 'Canon Timeline', minus the near death of the 'protagonist', left a sour taste in her mouth. It didn't get better when Armsmaster seemed to sense her gaze on him, giving her a nod. A nod she reflexively returned before realizing it. (We'll need to have a talk. Even if it isn't about what he's willing to do to not be a 'relic', his failure to properly account for Shadow Stalker is inexcusable.)

Looking to the director's right led her to seeing Miss Militia. The woman was stoically looking at her, her Power in the form of a knife sheathed on her hip, looking calm and prepared. Despite how her outer appearance was, Dragon could tell the woman was a tad bit tired, most likely due to the fact she was doing more with the Wards then Armsmaster was, and had to account for Kid Win still going through his 'attune everything to my Specialty' phase... (Ah, I should probably do something good for her later considering Sy's at fault for that.) Granted, giving a Ward their Specialty was a good thing, but the process of attuning all of their creations was one that took quite alot of energy to manage...

(And that's another thing against Armsmaster. I can tell he's waiting for it to blow over before getting involved, Kid Win's Specialty somewhat opposes Armsmaster's own after all, but he could atleast assist Miss Militia with the rest of the Wards.) It grated on Dragon to think like that, to consciously identify and acknowledge the faults of the man she liked, but she had to do it so she wasn't blinding herself to them.

Looking back to the left side of the table led her to see Velocity, the Mover idly bouncing a leg as he waited for the meeting to start. The Mover never really seemed to like being seated like this, which made sense given his Power and name were all about speed.

By his side was Dauntless, the man nearly as stoic as Miss Militia and Armsmaster, yet not quite there yet. He would most likely reach them someday, but he'd need a few more years to do so.

And finally back to the right side were the last two members of the room, Assault and Battery. Dragon did her best to not think about the fact Battery was an artificial Cape, burying down the mess of emotions that created, and instead focused on the couple. Assault was the least tense in the room, looking more prepared to watch a movie then sit and participate in a meeting of this caliber. Then there was Battery, who was both waiting for the meeting to truly begin, and keeping an eye on her husband. Everyone knew it would be a futile endeavor, but someone had to do it.

Her surveying of the room done, Dragon turned back to look at the Director. The meeting was about to begin, and she did not want to be caught off guard. (Not like there's much they could do that could.)

For some reason she felt like she'd tempted something.

So far the meeting had been going well. No one had called for her Son to be thrown into the Birdcage, arrested, or have The Guild be barred from operating in Brockton Bay...

Mainly because she was still going over Sy's 'current' skill set, easily leaving out all they'd discovered in his recent Power Testing by wording it in a way that wouldn't come out as a lie, and reporting about what happened last night. She knew this would change soon, and moments after she had finished her report she was proven right. "In your report you've said Psychemon's reason for being in the area was because he wanted to 'take a walk', correct?" She nodded, because while he'd said it as if referencing something, that was basically it. "Do you have any reason to believe he had any ulterior motives for going there?" Ah shit.

Dragon speed up her processing power, the outside world screeching to a halt as she began thinking about this. The issue here was that she couldn't say 'no' without tripping Armsmaster's lie detector, which was something she'd glossed over in her plan for the meeting... Mainly because it would make her think of him, and she hadn't wanted to do so at the time. (Great, first question in and I'm already panicking.) If this was indicative of the rest of the meeting then she was in danger.

Taking her time to think about how to answer was tedious, there were alot of ways she could respond to that, but she needed to figure out a way that wouldn't trip Armsmaster's lie detector...

But then it dawned on her, and she was actually giddy in answering this. So, returning her processing speed to normal, she looked at the director before shaking her head. "No. Psychemon is quite upfront about things, and would rather tell me about what he will/want to do instead of going behind my back." And that was all true! The only reason he hadn't told her was that she'd literally been spied on by the Dragonslayers, and the moment she wasn't he'd told her everything! So she didn't believe he had ulterior motives, she knew he did, and framed her response in a way that was fully truthful while brushing aside the fact he did indeed have ulterior motives for going out last night!

When Armsmaster didn't react, and his lie detector labelled her statement as truth, she'd discreetly patched herself into his systems to check, she let out a mental sigh of relief. (Okay, first crisis handled, who knows how many more to go.)

And so the meeting continued.

Dragon had managed to 'baffle them with bullshit' for a good half hour before she froze, an alert blaring across her eyes. 'Dragonslayers spotted, currently engaged with Gururumon. Engagement started 3.33 minutes ago.'

The world faded away as Dragon processed that, her mind skipping as she tried, and failed, to wrap her head around the sudden turn of events...

But as her mind stuttered, her heart seemed to plummet into her stomach. (They're coming for my Son.) They had to be, they had outright rushed towards him, uncaring about exposing themselves as their stolen Suits had shot through the air like missiles. (They're coming for my Son.) She'd been tracking them, keeping an eye on the briefcase that contained Ascalon, which they had apparently left behind two states over. The fact her systems hadn't immediately alerted her about them meant they still had things to use against her. (They're coming for my Son.) She was finally free of them, finally had a chance to live and have a family. (They're coming for my Son.) They just couldn't let her have this, could they? All the Dragonslayers knew was to take and takeanDTAKEANDTAKEUNTILSHEHADNOTHINGELSETOGIVE!

And that was when her fear vanished, an ugly and all consuming rage practically erupting from her as her mind finally understood what was happening. (THEY'RE COMING FOR MY SON!) Dragon's heart hammered in her chest, a war drum signaling the arrival of her wrath.

Dragon removed her consciousness from the armored suit she was using. uncaring of what would happen to it as she activated the Cawthorne, the digital space around her changing to accommodate for her change in Suit. Had she been in any other frame of mind she would've marveled over the new capability she'd accidentally discovered, but she wasn't.

All Dragon could think about was protecting the child who'd given her everything she'd ever wanted.

The Dragonslayers had taken everything from her once, had shattered her, and she wouldn't let them do it again.

She couldn't let them do it again.

She wasn't sure she would be able to handle it if she lost Sy, especially to the Dragonslayers.

And so as an empty husk powered down in a room full of Heroes, a Dragon opened its eyes and took to the skies, shooting through the air as fast as she could.

Sy's POV a few minutes earlier

Walking around Brockton Bay was sorta tedious as a 3ft tall dinosaur dog. Not a surprise, but still something Psychemon thought. Psychemon was still in his Rookie form, not willing to expose his human form yet since he hadn't reached Ultimate, and didn't want to appear as a teenager, the echoes of his old self seemed indignant about that for some reason and he couldn't help but agree, so he was just walking around as himself for a bit.

He was tempted to go get something physical to eat, devouring 87 pages worth of porn had easily filled up his data storage, even after using 350GBS to unlock his City Level Threat Form he was easily able to refill it, and now he was hungry for something to fill his actual stomach. (Which is kinda funny since I don't have an actual stomach to fill.) That thought was still something Psychemon was curious about, because even though he was a Digimon he had no idea how his body converted food and drinks into data...

But when he'd thought about figuring out how it did that he had quickly decided to abandon that train of thought because however it did it was obviously complex, probably with an answer up there with 'wibbily wobbily timey wimey stuff' or something, and he just wasn't built for figuring it out.

All that aside, Psychemon walked around town, slowly getting closer to Winslow, because unfortunately it was around noon on a Monday, so he had to be extra conspicuous about where he was going so he didn't accidentally lead people to Taylor, or accidentally spook the girl capable of calling up a biblical swarm.

So here he was, walking down the street and ignoring the various looks and reactions he was getting, especially from the Nazis and Asians, which was still a wild thing to think, all the while hoping a bee or something landed on his nose and gave him the opportunity he was looking for.

He should've known that after last night the world wouldn't let him get off easy.

The sound of far but close screams rent the air, but above them was the sound of multiple things moving through the sky way too fast reaching his ears, the Rookie whipping his head towards the sources on instinct. What he saw made the Rookie pause, eyes constricting into slits as he registered what they were.

A trio of humanoid machines were rocketing towards him, screams echoing out as people saw the massive and armed machines. But instead of fear, Psychemon was getting angry. He knew what those were, knew who they were stolen from, knew who piloted those hunks of metal.

So as they surrounded him, Psychemon didn't move, opting to glare at the Dragon Suits in front of him. Though he shifted it to the one purposely staying in front of him as its partners boxed him in, its weapons started firing up and locking onto him. He knew they were just posturing so the normies escaped, the Dragonslayers just loved to have the 'moral' high road, so they wouldn't start indiscriminately bombing the street unless it was just him around. Still, as he waited, Psychemon felt annoyance building alongside his anger. (I knew I never should've woken up this morning.) The whole thing about him killing Lung should've been the only important thing that'd happened today, but nooo, the three stooges just had to show up. (Yggdrasil, I'm going to kill another bitch today.)

Then Sy noticed Saint was saying something, he'd tuned the man out as he tried to look around for an exit, but it didn't look like that was in the ca...- "...-ING THE CREATURE, BUT WE CAN PREVENT FURTHER HARM HERE AND NOW!" Sy felt his lips curl up as a growl erupted from his throat. The man being used as a pawn had the fucking AUDACITY to call his Mother a CREATURE?!

Psychemon was going to rip Saint's throat out with his bare teeth and no one would save him.

The sound of one of the Suits weapons really heating up made Psychemon discard any unneeded thoughts, his instincts taking over as he triggered his Digivolution. In the blink of an eye he was enveloped in the false Digitama that facilitated his evolution, data protecting him from a hail of small explosives battering his left and right as he Digivolved. "Psychemon Digivolve to..." The Digitama cracked open, the feral form of Gururumon leaping out as Sy lunged towards Saint's Suit, narrowly avoiding being slashed by a sword as he opened his maw, purple flames sparking from his mouth as he howled. "Gururumon!"

With the change in form came a fanning towards the already lit inferno of hatred towards the man who'd hurt his Mother for years, stolen her hard work and used it for himself, and mentally broke her to the point she Triggered. Saint had come geared for a fight, seemingly hellbent on killing him.

He dared to come for him out in the open and show his face to the adoptive Son of the woman he tormented for years.

There was only one proper course of action now.

Gururumon would tear the man apart for his sleights against himself and his Mother, no matter who/what stood in his way.

Omake - What? - Assault's POV

Ethan, Assault at the moment, knew the meeting was going to be a formality, no one was really torn up about Lung kicking the bucket, but it had to happen anyway. The worst that would happen is The Guild having to pay a fine and make a promise to not kill another one of their most troublesome Villains, but that was basically a slap on the wrist compared to what they could go for. (Guess that's what happens when someone knocks a whole Protectorate division on their ass.) Oh Assault was perfectly fine with Lung dying, bastard had nearly given his Puppy 3rd degree burns and would've maimed him if the resident grumpy alley cat with super healing didn't live in the city.

He was also pretty sure everyone shared his thoughts, Lung was a monster when they'd gone to face him, but they'd never say it outloud...

Well, in hearing distance of Piggy and Armsy. Those two would take it too seriously and start going over guidelines and other stuffy regulations. (Even though neither of them are against Lung's sudden death via mascot either. Hypocrites.) Assault had already had to deal with one lecture about 'not condoning murder in public', and did not want to deal with another.

So, knowing how the whole thing was going to be a waste of time, Assault paid half a mind to the meeting, only tuning in when they started talking about the mascot and his whole transformation thing last night.

Logically Assault knew that the possibility of his 'totally not a mascot' buddy was from a whole other reality was there, he'd even thought about it a bit because it was kind of funny when he pictured a cartoon character coming to Bet and either noping the fuck out or adding some cartoon physics to their world, but the confirmation of it was still a shock. Like, what was he supposed to think? 'Oh cool, maybe I can bribe a Growlithe to be my best friend?' (... Wait a minute.) That thought actually made Assault pause, his mind coming up with an image of him and a fire pup just hanging out on his nonexistent patio. (Okay, that's actually kinda cool. ) He actually wanted to make a joke about that, then nearly snorted because no one could discount it happening since they had a literal cartoon character in the Bay capable of killing Lung.

While he was thinking about getting his own fire breathing doggo, the meeting was still going on, getting nowhere bear the already decided outcome. The Protectorate was basically fishing for information, which made sense...

What didn't make sense though, and what had cause Assault to tune back in, was when Dragon suddenly went as stiff as a robot, haha a funny, then just stayed stiff...

Only for the lights in her eyes to literally go out, the Suit slumping as it just turned off.

As if that wasn't a massive red flag, the sound of a jet engine roaring to life echoed from the Rig, eyes snapping to the window as they saw the more armed and draconian Dragon Suit lift off and shoot towards the city like a bat out of hell...

And as all of that happened, the only thing Assault, and probably everyone else in the room, could think was "What the fuck?" Puppy didn't even abuse his poor rib for that, that was how he knew the confusion was real.