This is... interesting.
Yes, that's the word.
Interesting.
I stood -floated- in an entirely white space, bereft of walls, floor and ceiling.
This place had been the dimension that Guilmon had fallen into; though it was obviously different now. Instead of shifting colours, it was now completely blank.
What a change, right?
But no, the true reason I was here was simply because of the fact that this little dimensional bubble was still around.
Which was surprising, since, last night, I'd felt -Quite literally felt- the Yuggoth program activate and delete this place.
Or, rather...
I looked around, though there was nothing to see.
The Yuggoth program had not deleted this space, but the data that had filled this place.
And, despite the fact that the Data had been deleted, the bubble was still here.
Admittedly not for much longer if what I could see what correct.
I could see the very fabric of space beginning to fray, the bubble sitting on the edge of collapse, incapable of sustaining itself. The white void that was the inside of the bubble showed no indications of that, but, to me, at least, it was blatantly obvious.
I held my hand up, gently twisting space around my fingers. Some part of me, an instinct I had not been aware of until that very instant, had me pushing my existence out.
After a moment, a black splotch beginning to spread out, contrasting against the white void, My Darkness beginning to corrupt even the very fabric of reality itself.
Being a Heartless, I decided, afforded a truly horrific versatility, and, at the same time, a truly impressive capability.
God I hope the other Heartless don't take any cues from me. Existence would be utterly fucked.
A thought, and the frayed edges of space smoothed, the collapse of this dimensional bubble was permanently delayed. Another thought, and this tiny dimension twisted to my will, shifting in shape and in size, space doing as space does; expanding, shifting and changing.
A moment later; and varnished wood was woven into existence, Darkness shifting into it in the same way as when I formed Ice or Water.
Another thought, and My Darkness twisted, Gravity immediately pulling me down to the floor, though not pulling the floor itself down despite the fact that there was nothing to support it.
The wood beneath my feet began to twist, the edges going outwards and upwards, forming first the walls, and then the ceiling, before the floor at the center of the room began to sink, blue carpet appearing in its place.
Purely for theatrics sake, I pointed at the corners of the room, making a sofa appear at each, all facing towards the center of the room.
I walked over, all but flopping onto one of the sofas.
Ooooh.
Just as comfortable as Shikaku's Flak Jacket.
"Oh good, you're all already here." I said, interrupting whatever it was that the three were doing.
Arguing, probably.
"Hello." Takato greeted.
"Good evening Takato." I nodded at him. "Anyway, good news." I walked over to Guilmon, drawing off the bracelet around his wrist. "You three no longer need to worry about your Digimon getting drawn into the other dimension."
Takato breathed a sigh of relief, while Henry simply nodded. Rika didn't seem to react, but I saw the feelings in her Heart, the vestiges of worry fading.
"It's gone, then?" Rika asked.
"Well, not gone." I said, removing Terriermon's bracelet. "However, it has been separated from this dimension, so nobody can fall into it anymore." I moved over to Renamon, gently taking her hand and taking the bracelet off.
I tucked all three inside my coat, letting them fade back into Darkness the second they were out of sight.
"But, indeed, it does still exist. Hell, if you want to visit it, tell me, and I'll take you over."
"I thought you said it was dangerous?" Henry asked.
"Oh, it was. I have since repurposed it, however."
"Repurposed?" Rika asked. "How do you repurpose a dimension?"
"I'd answer that, but since the answer would involve a lot of explanations about dimensional physics, the nature of existence, the nature of myself and my abilities, and a lot of very complicated words that aren't going to make sense to any of you." I lied through my non-existent teeth. "Besides, you're all ten. You're far too young to need to know about that kind of stuff."
"Can I see it?" Guilmon asked.
"I'd like to see it too." Takato said. "If you don't mind?"
"Sure." I said. I turned to Rika, Renamon, Henry and Terriermon. "You four want to come?"
"Sure!" Terriermon said.
"It... sounds fairly interesting." Henry said.
Rika huffed, but nodded. And, seeing that, so did Renamon.
"Excellent."
I clapped my hands together, space already beginning to warp around us.
"Here it is." I said, gesturing around.
"I can't see anything." Rika said.
For a second, I paused.
Right. Low light levels had no effect on my vision. And there was absolutely no light source here.
I clapped my hands together, little floating balls of white flames appearing near the ceiling, allowing the six to see the room. The flames didn't let out any heat, however, only light.
They looked around.
"Not what I was expecting." Terriermon commented, jumping off Henry's shoulder and floating over to one of the couches.
"Of course." I gestured to one of the walls, which immediately became transparent, showing only a black void. "Before I redecorated, there wasn't anything interesting in here."
I turned back around when Terriermon let out a satisfied hum, lounging on the cushions.
"I see you're enjoying the sofa."
"Where did you get this couch?" He asked. "This is the most comfortable couch I've ever laid on!"
"They can't be that gooo..." Henry trailed off as he sat down, a surprised expression flickering across his face. "Nevermind, they are that good." He leaned back, enjoying it.
"Thank you, I tried."
"It's just a couch, how good could it be?" Takato asked, before sitting down. "Oh. Ooohh."
"Ooooh." Guilmon hummed in content, flopping over next to his partner. He squirmed a moment later, plopping his head in his partner's lap, looking up at him with a begging expression. Takato gave an exasperated sigh, and quickly began patting Guilmon on the head.
"It's great, isn't it?"
"You're all just messing with me, right?" Rika asked, looking at others with confusion.
"Try it. Be amazed." I said, sitting down myself. "Enjoy it while you can, I'm not going to let you stay here forever."
"As if I'd want-" She sat down. "- to. Okay, you weren't lying."
Renamon silently sat down next to her and though she managed to hold off her reaction, I still saw the flicker of emotions in her Heart.
Rika sank back, enjoying the cushions.
"So, is there a reason?" Renamon asked.
"A reason for what?"
"Why did you do all... this?" She gestured waving at the area around her.
"Well..." I said, sinking further into the delightfully plush cushions. "I don't have any specific reason for doing it. It was here, no one was using it, and I felt like it."
"But if you truly want a reason, then I guess..." I looked over in her direction. "I did it for the lulz."
She stared at me in incomprehension.