AN: Welcome back to another of my one-shot for my realm of dreams, folks. I felt like doing something like this despite being in a big slum within writer's block.
I don't own anything here!
Digimon Mystery Dungeon- Trinity Reborn
The sound of waves lapping at the shore was the first thing Dorumon heard when he opened his eyes. The horizon was a vivid gradient of gold and violet, with a sun that hung unnaturally low in the sky, bathing the beach in a soft, surreal glow. As the gentle tide tickled his purple fur, Dorumon stood unsteadily, feeling the sand shift beneath his massive paws. His chest rose and fell as he took his first breath, feeling the weight of something ancient and fragmented deep within his core.
"What… where am I?" muttered Dorumon, the purple-furred Digimon, his triangular red gem glinting in the sunlight. His voice was deep, controlled, and exuded the calm authority of someone who believed the world ought to bend to his logic. He rose to his feet, his metal claws digging into the sand, taking in his surroundings.
And he wasn't alone.
To his right, Dorumon turned to see a pale, wiry Digimon with a mischievous grin leaning against a rock. The crimson-and-green eyes embedded in Dracmon's palms rolled lazily, scanning the scene.
"Oh, wonderful. A beach. Delightful," said a sardonic voice, dripping with mock enthusiasm. Dracmon, the wiry, impish vampire-themed Digimon, stretched lazily and wiggled his clawed fingers. The two eerie eyeballs embedded in his palms blinked, swiveling to take in their surroundings. His sharp-toothed grin widened, revealing far too many teeth. "Not exactly what I had in mind for eternal punishment, but hey, it's got vibes."
Dorumon turned, his golden eyes narrowing as recognition sparked in his mind. "You're familiar," he muttered, his tone heavy with suspicion.
Before Dracmon could reply, a high-pitched, frustrated squeal shattered the tenuous calm.
"Why—WHY am I a bunny?! What cruel, cosmic sense of humor decided this was appropriate?!" shouted a lavender and white Digimon. Lunamon, who looked like an overstuffed plush toy brought to life, glared at her reflection in a tidepool. Her small, clawed hands fussed furiously with the pink ribbons draped over her shoulders, her pink eyes blazing with indignation. She tugged at the crescent moon brooch on her chest as if trying to rip it off. "And why do I sound so—so girly?! I'm Lelouch vi Britannia, damn it!"
"Lelouch, huh…? That's right," Dorumon murmured, his voice soft but steady. Fragments of memories stirred, fleeting images and sensations of something greater—and someone else.
Dracmon burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over as he clutched his sides. "Oh-ho! This is rich! The mighty Lelouch, reduced to a squeaky bunny. I'm never letting this go."
"Stop calling me a bunny!" Lunamon snapped, stomping her tiny feet into the sand with surprising ferocity.
To anyone else, the name "Lelouch vi Britannia" might mean little. But to these three Digimon—born from fragments of his consciousness—it carried immense weight. Lelouch, once a prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, had been a brilliant tactician and master manipulator. He had led a rebellion under the guise of the masked vigilante Zero, wielding a supernatural power known as Geass to control others and achieve his goals. A complicated man who lived in the gray between hero and villain, Lelouch was revered and reviled in equal measure. His relentless pursuit of revolution, justice, and peace had left him a paradox of ruthless logic and deeply buried emotions—qualities now split between the three small Digimon standing on the shore.
"Enough," Dorumon growled, his deep voice cutting through the commotion like a blade. His gaze swept over the two, his yellow eyes narrowing with a mix of calculation and authority. "It's clear we've been… split. Each of us represents an aspect of Lelouch vi Britannia—fragments of his consciousness."
The words hung in the air, heavy with revelation. Dracmon and Lunamon froze mid-quarrel, exchanging uneasy glances.
"Oh, fantastic," Dracmon said after a beat, straightening up and dramatically dusting off his tattered coat. "So you're the 'justice and order' part, I'm the fun chaos part, and Miss Squeaks-a-lot over here is all the 'feelings' he buried under layers of sarcasm and snark. Got it."
"I'm going to claw your face off," Lunamon hissed, hopping forward with startling speed, her claws raised.
"Try it, plushie," Dracmon taunted, sticking out his tongue and wiggling his fingers in mock invitation.
"Enough," Dorumon barked, stepping between them and stopping Lunamon in her tracks. His presence radiated a commanding calm. "Answers won't come to us if we waste time fighting. We need to explore this world. If we're fragments, then perhaps reuniting will make us whole again—and explain why we were cast out of the C's world and into… whatever this place is."
Dracmon crossed his arms, his smirk fading slightly. "Really? Do you think all of us want to go back to being him? He's already got more baggage than I'd ever want to deal with," he said, his tone thick with cynicism.
Dorumon's gaze hardened, but he said nothing. The surf crashed behind them, punctuating the tension as the trio stood in uneasy silence.
Before they could argued any further, they were interrupted by an very arrogrant voice.
"What do you think you are doing by being on our beach?" An group of five gray canine like Digimon with long, lapine ears, large, black claws on its forelimbs, and a long, feline tail, wrapped with three belts. These are Gazimons.
"We don't want any troubles." Dorumon said before standing in front of both Lunamon and Dracmon despite their earlier argument.
"Too bad! We're hungry for new data!" Gazimon said before he and others coming to attacked them.
The Gazimons wasted no time, rushing toward the trio with feral snarls. Their claws gleamed in the golden light, ready to tear into their prey.
Dorumon instinctively stepped forward, his metal claws digging into the sand. His body tensed, but as he tried to move, the weight of his new form made his steps clumsy. He stumbled, nearly face-planting into the ground.
"Why does walking feel like trying to balance on stilts?!" he muttered, shaking himself upright.
"You're not the only one having trouble!" Lunamon squeaked, her tiny legs hopping backward as one of the Gazimons lunged at her. She tried to twirl out of the way but ended up tripping on her oversized ears, landing flat on her back.
Dracmon, meanwhile, stood casually, watching the chaos with a bemused grin. "You two are embarrassing. Allow me to show you how a real fighter handles this."
He raised one hand, the crimson eye on his palm glowing ominously. "Eye of Nightmare!" he declared dramatically. But as the spell began to form, his aim wavered, and instead of targeting a Gazimon, he accidentally cast the spell on one of the rocks behind them. The rock didn't even flinch.
"Smooth," Dorumon muttered under his breath.
Dracmon huffed. "Alright, fine! Plan B!" He lunged at the nearest Gazimon, baring his fangs for his Undead Fang attack. However, the Gazimon sidestepped with ease, and Dracmon bit down on thin air, crashing face-first into the sand.
"You're useless!" Lunamon shouted as she scrambled back to her feet. A Gazimon pounced toward her, and she instinctively raised her claws. "Luna Claw!" she cried out, but the dark energy surging through her attack veered wildly off-course, slashing at a nearby palm tree instead.
The tree creaked ominously before toppling over with a loud crash.
"Impressive," Dracmon said sarcastically, brushing sand off his face. "Did you plan to attack the scenery, or was that just a happy accident?"
"Shut up!" Lunamon yelled, her cheeks flushing as she tried to focus.
Dorumon growled low in his throat. "Enough!" He squared his stance, planting his paws firmly in the sand. "Metal Cannon!" he roared, but as he attempted to summon the energy, his body felt sluggish, and instead of a powerful iron sphere, a tiny metal pellet sputtered out of his mouth and landed feebly in front of him.
The Gazimons stopped mid-charge, blinking at the pellet.
"Wow. Terrifying," one of them sneered before all five burst into mocking laughter.
Dorumon narrowed his eyes, embarrassment and frustration swirling in his chest. "This is harder than I thought."
"Clearly," Dracmon quipped.
The Gazimons lunged again, their confidence bolstered by the trio's fumbling attempts. But something began to shift as the three Digimon's instincts slowly kicked in.
Dorumon dodged a swipe from one Gazimon, his body moving more fluidly than before. As he leapt to the side, he felt a surge of power rise in his core. Without thinking, he lunged forward, his body glowing faintly as he shouted, "Dash Metal!" This time, a small but forceful iron sphere shot from his mouth as he charged, striking the Gazimon squarely in the chest and sending it tumbling into the sand.
Dracmon, seeing Dorumon's success, grinned. "Alright, let's try this again." He raised both hands, and the eyes on his palms glowed brightly. "Demi Dart!" This time, small, dark syringes materialized and shot toward the Gazimons. While his aim was slightly off, one of the syringes clipped a Gazimon's tail, causing it to yelp and stumble.
"Finally!" Dracmon cheered.
Lunamon, emboldened by her companions' small victories, twirled her ears as another Gazimon charged at her. "Lop-ear Ripple!" she cried, and a vortex of bubbles swirled around her attacker, throwing it off balance. The Gazimon stumbled, giving her the chance to focus energy in her antenna. "Tear Shot!" A shimmering orb of water fired from her forehead, striking the Gazimon and sending it skidding across the beach.
The trio stood together, panting and disheveled but victorious. The remaining Gazimons, realizing they were outmatched, growled in frustration before retreating into the jungle.
As the dust—or rather, sand—settled, Dracmon flopped onto the ground, laughing. "Well, that was embarrassing and exhilarating. If this is how every fight's gonna go, we're doomed."
"We're learning," Dorumon said, his tone calm but resolute. "Our forms, our abilities… they'll come to us in time. We just need to keep moving forward."
"Yeah, yeah," Dracmon said, waving a hand dismissively. "But next time, you take the first hit, plushie."
"Say that again, and I'll tear your tongue out," Lunamon huffed, crossing her arms.
"Enough," Dorumon interjected, his voice firm. "We survived. That's what matters. But this world won't wait for us to figure things out. We need to stay alert."
Unbeknownst to the three fragments of Lelouch, they were not alone. From beyond the layers of reality that composed the Digital World, a higher power observed them—a being of infinite complexity and enigmatic purpose. Yggdrasil, the omnipotent god of the Digital World, loomed in a dimension imperceptible to ordinary Digimon, its presence felt only by its most devoted subjects.
Yggdrasil's essence pulsated with a rhythm that resonated across the very fabric of the Digital World, yet its form was unknowable, ever-shifting between light and shadow, code and consciousness. Despite its boundless wisdom, it was intrigued—a rarity for a being of its stature.
"A human consciousness, fragmented and scattered, has fallen into my world…" Yggdrasil's voice was a low, reverberating echo, as if the Digital World itself spoke in unison. "Lelouch vi Britannia… Your arrival has disrupted the balance of this realm in ways beyond even your understanding."
Its tone was neither angry nor benevolent, but measured and watchful, carrying the weight of eternity. Yggdrasil's gaze—or rather, its omniscient awareness—focused on the beach where three small figures now stirred.
"Fragments of will. Fragments of ambition. Fragments of pain. You are the echoes of a soul too complex for simplicity, too burdened for peace," it murmured, its words rippling through the unseen threads of the Digital World. "You, Dorumon, Lunamon, and Dracmon… bear the potential to bring reckoning—either salvation or ruin. Your journey will determine whether you are worthy of the second chance fate has afforded you."
Yggdrasil's infinite consciousness reached out, brushing faintly against the trio. It did not intervene, only observed, its curiosity piqued. Each fragment held within it a sliver of Lelouch's identity: Dorumon, the steadfast logic and unyielding resolve; Lunamon, the raw emotions and unspoken guilt; Dracmon, the chaos and cunning that danced on the edge of brilliance. Together, they carried both the brilliance and flaws of the man they had once been.
On the beach below, the trio began to move, the golden horizon stretching out before them. The world was vast and perilous, filled with trials that would test their fragmented unity. Their steps were hesitant but deliberate, driven by instincts they didn't yet understand.
Yggdrasil watched, silent and still, as the Digital World itself seemed to shift in anticipation. It could feel the instability wrought by Lelouch's consciousness—a subtle distortion in the flow of data and time. Yet it chose not to act. Not yet.
"Perhaps this is the test your soul was destined for, Lelouch vi Britannia," Yggdrasil intoned, its voice fading into the vast, unseen expanse. "The weight of your choices, carried by these fragments, will decide whether they can endure… or whether they will shatter beneath the burden."
The god's attention lingered for a moment longer, then receded, leaving the trio unaware of the cosmic gaze that had marked their every step. The journey had only just begun, and the world before them held both infinite possibilities—and untold dangers.
AN: And that's the end of the one-shot, inspired by Pokemon Mystery Dungeon elements, but trying something more unique.
