Things are hazy. Red tinted. It takes a few moments for Orange Cassidy to realize that it's because there's blood in his eyes. He breathes heavily and pushes himself up onto his forearms, squinting around. His partner, little purple Yarmon, is laying on his side not far away and Orange groans as he tries to crawl over to him. He grits his teeth, digging down deep to find the energy just to move, barely aware of the shadow that suddenly falls over where he is languishing.
"You are digidestined," an echo-y voice says, finally gaining his attention as he looks up to find a strange digimon with a large, unprotected brain and a strange body that seems mostly formed out of tentacles hovering before him. "I wish I could see good things ahead for you humans, but unfortunately I am unable to."
Orange groans, his stance weakening as his arm gives out and he lands heavily onto his chest once more, still too far away from Yarmon to do anything to try to protect or help him. "What are you?" he says into the dirt.
"My name is inconsequential," the digimon says, holding out what looks like a gun from a science fiction show. "You humans should be concerned with more important things, such as your future." He hovers before Orange, holding the strange gun under his jaw, analyzing him curiously. "You were the first to awaken from this attack. Why is that?"
"Just lucky I guess," Orange mumbles, blinking up at him sluggishly. "Leave Yarmon alone."
"I do not care about your pathetic child partner," he tells Orange solemnly. "I am here to rid the digiworld of you humans. Many have tried before me, but this... I will be the one to finally succeed. The others just were not intelligent enough to try to plan correctly. I am not them." He holds his gun under Orange's jaw and smirks.
"You aren't either," Orange says, shaking his head. "There's no way you'll rid the world of all of us. There are... too many of us."
"You doubt me," he says, sounding more confused than insulted. "Well, I suppose I will just have to show you."
Orange swallows as the gun digs harder into his jaw, a strange sound coming from the weapon before a bright light overwhelms him. He wonders if this is what death feels like as consciousness leaves him as quickly as it'd come. Yarmon, he thinks. I'm sorry...