[IC] Digimon: Access Point

[Forsythe]

Winter. It was finally here. Ever since she came to New York for her studies, she missed the cold temperatures of her home. It resonated well with her mindset. She always figured it was something she inherited from her father's side. there was indeed very little of her american mother in her. The only downside was the annoying Santa and the obnoxious, Christmas decorated coca cola truck. The Russian part of her she stubbornly clung to motherland's traditions, making her stick out like a sore thumb. Sometimes it got frustrating to have to explain it all over and over. She could never understand the degree to which the Americans were a consumer society. And what she couldn't understand at all was why someone would pick a fat guy who would creep into your house in the night for a Christmas icon. In Russia, Santa Claus would have been dead a long time ago. That was why she stuck with her Russian traditions. Right now, Nonna was on her way home, window shopping in the streets for some gifts to send home. Usually her mom would come over for the holidays, but this year she managed to break her leg on a slippery sidewalk and had to stay home. And dad was always too busy - not that she particularly longed to see the man. When she got home, her cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold. Getting a fresh piece of gum, she flipped the kettle on to make some tea. It was her mother's old apartment where she lived now. It was an open space place, with only the bath and bedrooms separated by a wall, making the place look bigger than it actually was. One of its walls was a giant window that stared down on the street. The girl went to change and grab the steaming mug, melting into the sofa. It was a day exactly like this when she received her Digi-Egg. she remembered how lonely the place felt. Nonna used to wish that Dedushka Moroz would bring her a friend. Or at least the kitten she kept asking for. Then the E-Mail arrived. Of course she expected that to happen, but she didn't know how to feel about it at the time. She was already used to having some responsibilities, but one for an actual living being... It turned out that at the time Metalkoromon could take care of itself quite well. After it fed on the data in her computer, wiping the drive in the process to her great displeasure, Kapurimon quickly proved to be exactly the companion she wanted. Then she digivolved into a black Pawnchessmon - Nonna wasn't sure whether it was her hobby influencing the digimon or if she was given this one because of it - and they bonded even closer, quite often playing the game or sparring. Some things never changed though. Looking towards the bedroom, She spotted Pawnchessmon deep asleep. Yep, sleeping and eating were universally the top two digimon pasttimes. Smiling, the girl turned on her laptop to do homework. checking the e-mail beforehand, she stopped. Usually her spam filter caught these things fairly reliably, but it appeared one piece of internet garbage got to her inbox none the less. with a shrug, Nonna opened the message, trusting her high-end antivirus to warn her if it was something fishy. What she didn't expect was for her blackberry to start glowing like a pocket star. Looking over what was left of the phone, a frown appeared on her otherwise smooth face as the gears in her head spun, trying to make sense of what was happening. Weird. She'd have to ask Pawnchessmon whether the strange device her phone turned into reminded her of something. But surely that could wait until the digimon woke up. In fact, she felt a little sleepy herself. Stretching, her head hit the cushions of the couch and her mind was shrouded in darkness.

[Horrid]

Sure, the West Coast was sunny as all get-out usual, but right now the world outside was a bit too cold for some, especially in the lounge of a small apartment in Modesto, California, where a young bald boy dressed in a thick blue woollen cardigan, baggy purple sweatpants and a pair of striped grey and white wool socks lay on the carpeted floor. He was absentmindedly watching the gathering precipitation on the glass door that looked out on to the balcony, three stories up. The sky was roiling and rolling with dark grey clouds as the boy pulled his beanie down lower over his head and huffed a cloud of hot air, visible in the chill of the room. He couldn't help but feel a bit down as he watched the rain pelt against the door and dribble down to run off the balcony through slits in the bottom of the concrete railing. Curled up in his arms was a small creature, a mass of feathers that vibrated ever so slightly with every light snore that it uttered. It kicked out with a leg in its sleep and groaned weakly. 'Must be off dreaming again. Playing some game outside instead of being stuck inside. Must be nice.' The boy smiled as he looked down at the bundle of grey feathers and down in his arms, uttering a short hum of contentment before a sudden flash of bright light emerged from the sky for but a second, before dispersing in the same instant. The smile he previously held was drooping as he saw two more lights emit from the skies in short order, and as the loud cracks and terrible rumbling shook the door, he jumped and his smile was struck from his face. The bundle in his arms leapt to its birdlike feet with the commotion, before falling back onto its behind again with a look over its shoulder at the now-shaking boy. It was a short, silent moment before the bird spoke in its lilting, chirpy voice. "Did the storm spook you again, Alika?" Its expression was furrowed with concern, bringing its grey and purple crest of feathers lower down on its head as the red tail-feathers on its behind drooped to the floor. Alika could do nothing but sit with his back against the couch and his legs tight against his chest, but slowly he nervously nodded at the creature and it hooted sadly as its coat became flat. The bird creature pushed its round body from the floor and strode over to him and sat in front of his feet, wrapping its wing-arms around his ankles and regarding him with a look of worry. "Well its just lightning and thunder Ali, it can't get us if we're inside. Please don't worry so much." Its large golden eyes shifted ever few moments, trying to judge his emotions. The worry did not fade at all. Alika continued to shake until another voice, slightly more mature but still feminine like the creatures came from Alika's side. "Alika, Faye, what are you two doing on the floor?" Alika's head snapped to his side with alarm as he was met with the sock-garbed ankles of his mother. She smiled down at him when he looked up, but also grew worried when she saw the boy's quivering. She slowly and gracefully got down to her knees and wrapped her arms around her son with a sad sigh. "Still after all these years, you're afraid of storms?" Her words were slightly condescending, but her tone was one of motherly concern. Alika bit his lip and leaned into his mother's embrace, nodding slightly. 'More like terrified beyond thought.' Another bolt from the grey sea overhead made him jump slightly, and his mother attempted to calm him with a soft shushing, patting him on the head. "Is it because of the big storm back home?" She inquired further, inciting another weak nod from her son. She couldn't help but grab his chin with a soft grip and turn his head towards her, so she could look into his eyes and speak. "Sweetheart, I've told you so many times, the storms back home aren't nearly as bad as the ones here. Our home is much stronger here too, so it might sound scary, but it will never get as bad as before. Promise." Her voice as stern, but honest. Alika simply nodded along. Then she spoke softly to him, "Why don't you and Faye go to your room and put some music on your computer? Your father finally fixed that double adaptor thing that your sister broke, so both you and Faye could listen to something... That is if the headphones fit on Faye's head." She giggled, it was a pleasant, bubbly noise and Alika felt slightly calmer hearing it. Faye crossed her arms and huffed, strutting off towards Alika's room on her three-toed feet, but not before hopping in to tickle at Alika's mother's ribs. Alika's mother jumped and her giggles devolved into snorting, wheezing laughter before Falcomon raced off to the bedroom, chortling evilly the entire way. Alika smiled as his mother let him go, and rose to step over her on the floor. She seemed to just stay there, smiling at him warmly. He gave her a small wave, which she returned, before sliding into his room slowly. Faye was already sitting on the bed, cooing quietly. She had already set the headphones up to Alika's computer, on the desk next to the bed, and managed to put her headphones on with little difficulty. She smiled as best as a creature with a beak can, and bounced on the spot, chirping and hooting excitedly. "Hooo! Hoohoooo! Play Groovin' Slowly! Pleaaaaaaase? For me?" Alika smiled as she put her wings together in a mock begging gesture and browsed to his music. He double-clicked and soon both pairs of headphones where filled with the calming sounds of light guitar and slow bass. Faye's head began to bob slowly as the music played, beak opening and clacking closing as the mouthed the words. Alika felt calmer as the chorus started. And as he checked his email, he too couldn't help but give in to the rhythm and words, singing under his breath. "Groovin' Slowlyyyyy," he logged in and clicked his inbox, expecting nothing but more spam and invitations to stupid browser-based farm games, "With my woman." He looked over to Faye as the webpage loaded, her large eyes were closed and her head was looking down at her stomach as she bobbed from side to side, in a trance. There was a new message. From EBE. Another message from EBE. A message titled 'TIME'. His heart sped up slightly as he clicked it straight away. Was this another digi-egg? As he clicked it, he heard a strange whining. He thought maybe corruption in the song, because Falcomon seemed to hear it as well, with her much sharper ears. She flipped her headphones off and hopped off the bed, walking over to Alika's school-bag to root around inside. "Uhhhh, hoohoo boy. Alika, remember how you had that Gameboy in your bag?" Alika stood as she pulled the now-shining handheld console from the black bag. It shifted and morphed until it became a shape that he vaguely recognised. This can't be happening, it was always phones that changed, right? He didn't even have a phone! The light solidified and dimmed as Faye held a digivice in her talons, out to him. 'This isn't happening. This can't be happening.' His mind said for him as they both stared with mouths agape. Alika was the first to recover and spoke. "I think I just got gipped out of a Gameboy."

[Digizel]

"Gaomon, you're scaring all of my new friends away again!" a young, blonde boy complained as he sat at a round lunch table, picking at the disgusting heap of slime that they called grape jelly in this school. He had the left side of his cheek pressed into his left palm while his right held the spork, gently stabbing at the slime and pushing it around in its tray. He was alone at the round table now, but just a moment ago there had been a small group of friends sitting around him throwing some kind of cards down on the table now that they had finished eating. The cards themselves had rather interested him, as they not only looked kind of cool, but there seemed to be some kind of game made out of them. He could barely follow what was going on as the game was moving at a ridiculously fast pace, with cards getting thrown down on the table, moved to a discard pile of some kind while other cards were flipped over consistently. He had started asking what it was about, but it had been at that point that Gaomon had finally caught up with him again. Soon afterward, they had left. He couldn't understand the reason why. "Master Henry, they were hardly friends," Gaomon replied flatly, sitting on the seat beside him. The blue, bipedal dog-like Digimon wore boxing gloves on his arms at all times, a practice which Henry constantly vocalized its oddity. "You did not know a single one of them. And they were already giving you dark looks as you talked. If they left you simply because your servant continues to follow you, then that must be something wrong with them." "That's always your excuse," Henry complained in response. "Oh well, it can't be helped." He then smiled slightly and lifted his head again, looking over at Gaomon. "I suppose it is better that I kept my Digimon. I mean, I would have been rather upset if it turned out that you had died like the others or something. Haha...wouldn't that have put a damper on things this weekend?" "Master, with all due respect, I humbly request that you speak of such ill things with a greater regard for their dark nature." the digimon said, bowing his head slightly. "And we have no reason to suspect the...incapacitation of the other Digimon." "Well, they're gone, aren't they?" Henry replied, waving Gaomon's sentiments away with his right arm, accidentally splattering some of the jelly that had been stuck to the spork in his hand in Gaomon's direction. The digimon did not move, although he had plenty of time to do just that. The jelly struck him on top of his muzzle, which he ignored completely. "That's as good as dead to me." In truth, Henry was the reason the other kids had deserted the table. He had spoken of Gaomon and the other kids' Digimon in a much similar manner. This was a typical day for the two at this point. Ever since the other Digimon in the world seemed to simply vanish into thin air one morning, everybody else avoided them even more than they had before. They were probably just jealous that his Digimon had stuck around, but he didn't particularly care. After all, it was entirely possible that they had all been taken away for a specific reason. And since Gaomon hadn't been taken away, he must not have done anything wrong. If anything, this was a good sign for him, right? He was even more special now than he was before. It wasn't long until the middle school's bell rang once again, causing him to stand up from his seat and make his way to his sixth period classroom, with Gaomon at his heels like usual. When they arrived at the classroom, Gaomon followed him inside. Usually, a Digimon would have been required to wait outside until class was over, since they did not want the children to have such a distraction or, worse, use their special powers to cheat. However, Gaomon always stuck with him and he refused to leave, no matter how much the teachers insisted otherwise. Eventually, his parents had had a discussion with the principal of the school and gotten him special permission. Gaomon was not to let him out of his sight, so it was imperative that he stay with him in the classrooms as well. It also probably helped that none of Gaomon's special abilities would assist him in any unfair manner. Eventually, school was let out and the two began to take their usual walk home in moderate silence. Occasionally, Henry would point something out and laugh about it while Gaomon simply listened to him and acknowledged his words. This time, however, there was an unusual incident that occurred merely a block away from their return home. There was a trio of loud honking sounds, followed by what seemed to be screeching tires and then a loud, almost disturbing crunching sound that caused Gaomon to flinch slightly. A vehicle that had spun around a corner much too quickly had ended up crashing head-on with another vehicle that had been making its way around the same corner. "Oh wow, wasn't that cool?" Henry asked, a grin appearing on his face. "I've never seen a crash in real life before! I wonder if somebody died?" he then paused for a moment as he thought harder about it. "...That would be a drag, actually. I don't want a bunch of police cars taking up the street. Those lights are really annoying to look at." "Master, I do not mean to interrupt, but perhaps we should be on our way?" Gaomon insisted, looking up at Henry. "We never know what kind of characters might-" But Henry was already dashing toward the accident, rather than away from it. However, it was not the accident that now had his attention. Rather, it was the small figure beneath the two automobiles. The figure had four legs and a short yet bushy tail. It was a small dog of some description. One of the vehicles had caught fire, causing both drivers to abandon their vehicles and move to a safer distance, just to be safe. The dog was hiding under the opposite one, away from the flames. Henry made his way out onto the street, despite the protests of the dog digimon at his heels and the other people around him. He had already climbed down onto the street road and attempted to push his arms underneath so that he could grab the dog by the scruff of the neck. However, he was not able to pull the dog out like he wanted to. The vehicle was crumpled in such a way that the metal framework had been lowered so much that this was an impossible escape route. He then looked back, expecting his Digimon to be by his side as he usually was. "Gaomon," he said calmly, despite the roaring flames of the opposite car a few feet away from him. "Can you...er...man, what was that called again?" Finally, after a few moments of silent thinking, shook his head, fed up with trying to remember. "Just do, the, uh...the thing. You know. The thing you do." Gaomon did not need to be told twice. He got into a stance and raised his gloved fists, facing the car. "Gao Rush!" he called, slamming his punches in such a flurry that they were nothing more than a blur of red rubber. He slammed his fists against the car door, punching it farther inward with each punch. As the metal bent inward, it lifted itself away from the ground, widening the gap between the ground and the frame. Finally, Henry managed to barely pull the dog out from underneath the car. "There ya go, little guy." Henry said with a smile. "You could've died if you stayed down there. But you can go now." He then set the now-panicked dog back on the ground, who immediately started running in the opposite direction. Now that the dog was gone, Gaomon reached out, opened his boxing glove hands, grabbed hold of Henry's wrist and pulled him back down the road, away from the crowd of onlookers that were already starting to applaud him. The last thing that Gaomon wanted was for Henry to be the center of attention. Thankfully, none of the crowd followed them and they were able to escape into a small alleyway, hidden away from the main street. "Aww, what was that for, Gaomon?" Henry muttered, putting his hands behind his head, now that he had finally been let go. "I was starting to make some new friends again." "Deepest apologies, sir." Gaomon replied, bowing his head in apology. "However, I felt it necessary to remove you from the situation before something more happened." "Oh well." the boy said. "Let's just go home, huh? As fun as that was, nobody died and it wasn't as interesting as I thought it'd be." Gaomon withheld a sigh and instead directed his attention above him, toward the boy's face. "Sir, if you do not mind my asking...why did you go help that animal, then?" "I dunno." Henry replied. "I just saw a dog and I didn't want him to die for some reason." Gaomon looked questioningly at Henry, as though the response baffled him. However, he merely shrugged his shoulders, trying to ignore his curiosity. "Come, Master, I believe it is time that we returned home for the day." "Right, right." Henry said. Together, the two began making their way back toward their home, with Gaomon leading them down a path away from where the police lights were already starting to become visible. --- Eventually, the two found themselves back in Henry's room as though nothing had ever happened in the first place. Neither one of them mentioned the incident and Henry found himself sitting down in his usual spot in his mostly-bare room, laying down on his bed and twirling a plain hat that he always kept in his room, yet never wore on his fingertip. Although sometimes, he liked to place it on Gaomon's head. He did always look relatively nice in a hat. Eventually growing bored of sitting there with Gaomon staring at the door, he decided to reach down into his pocket and retrieve his cell phone from his pocket. He clicked a few icons on it, eventually loading up his internet browser. For a short while, he watched videos on his phone about various different subjects until his phone beeped at him. He recognized the sound immediately and knew what it was before the notification showed up from the top of the phone's screen. He tapped the notification and it immediately brought a new window on his phone's display. The e-mail that he had assigned to his phone came up quickly and he looked at the new message. He usually ignored them, as nobody important ever bothered to take the time to write to him. And curiously enough, the message was from the familiar "EBE" and bore the word "TIME" in its subject line. He wasn't sure why the combination looked so familiar...but it caused him to click it. On the phone, a simple message was displayed.

"Quite an eventful day you have had. Care to make it more interesting?"

"...Huh?" Henry murmured as he looked at the e-mail. "Wow, that's cool. This guy knows what happened today. Maybe he was-" but he stopped there, immediately flinching in pain and dropping the phone onto the soft cushion of his bed. The motion caused Gaomon's head to immediately jerk in his direction and caused him to jump to his feet. "Master!" Gaomon exclaimed, quickly rushing to his bedside. "Are you alright!?" "Yeah, don't worry so much." Henry murmured, looking down at the now-glowing phone. "It's just a little burn." Before their very eyes, the phone began to undergo a metamorphosis, the light growing brighter until they both eventually were forced to look away. Finally, the light faded and the phone had transformed into what was clearly a different device altogether. Henry reached down and picked the strange device up. "Aw man!" he complained, rolling his eyes. "Mom and Dad were still paying that phone's stuff...off...?" Suddenly, a dizzy spell washed over him. "Gaomon...I think I'm...taking a..." he murmured sleepily, but he did not get to finish his sentence. He heard a vague "M-Master!" somewhere off to his side, a pair of gloved hands grabbing his head.... And then, nothing but darkness.

[RBYDark]

"That thing's your partner? You must be seriously fucked up." Zurumon could hear one of them stammering how that was a bad word and receiving a torrent of abuse in turn as it flattened out, trying to retreat into itself and only succeeding in resembling a rather viscous puddle. The afternoon had been going well at first, the four children (so to speak) of the Foxe family going out to play. Nathan, the oldest son by three years and Zurumon's caretaker for the past month, had brought along a soccer ball, and he and the twins were playing apparently some form of the game. Zurumon, not even as big as the ball, stayed to the side and watched quietly. It had been pleasant to watch, even if it didn't really understand what was happening. Then, the fourth boy arrived - taller, probably older, carrying a Nyaromon under his arm. The sons all seemed to recognize him with some degree of annoyance; apparently, he was 'Noah'. Noah was going to play with the soccer ball. The younger brothers protested, but Nathan had rolled with it, said they could play two teams without a goalkeeper, though maybe he should put his digimon on the sidelines. Noah agreed, walked to the side - and shouted at the realization of Zurumon's presence, Nyaromon hissing and flicking her tail. She almost even attacked it, until Nathan confirmed it was his digimon. Now, Nathan was not responding or even frowning at the accusations. Nyaromon's hisses had turned into low growls, clearly ready to attack. More than anything, it wished it could turn invisible; a close second, though, was that Nathan had not said anything. But why wasn't he responding? Noah finally turned his attention back to Nathan, who had picked up the soccer ball. "You know, soon as you're 13, they'll take you away and throw you into prison for the rest of your life. It's a law. Only the worst people get something like-" He had clearly intended to finish that sentence with more cruel words. The soccer ball hurled directly in his face made that a little difficult; he dropped Nyaromon, instinctively reaching to cover the reddening skin, and Nyaromon yowled as she hit the ground. "Huh. You have a cat digimon, but your reflexes suck. That's weird, isn't it?" "You little psycho!" Noah swung, and after that it devolved into chaos. Both digimon were stumped as to what to do and so, by the time the parents arrived, they were still sitting to the side. In the end, the three Foxe boys had received a sound scolding and had the soccer ball taken away for two months. Zurumon slumped - it had been its fault, after all - before finally looking up to its partner's face, lip split and scabbed, eye blackening. Nathan was smiling. Noah hadn't bothered any of them again for as long as Nathan had lived there. -- Of course, they no longer lived there, and it was no longer a Zurumon. It felt the passage of time, perhaps more keenly than anyone else, and it doubted such an encounter would ever happen again. It found it strange that, after so long, its mind would finally wander to that memory, but its mind frequently wandered while working and the sock - right, yes. It checked; there didn't seem to be any glaring errors in its work, so it would just need to cut the thread and knot it. With more dexterity than its long claws would suggest, the Gazimon managed to do so without tearing a fresh hole into the fabric. It tossed it onto the pile of the other clothes it had mended over the day and checked its basket. That was the last one. It picked the stack up and walked back to its aunt and uncle's bedroom to put them away. It was a fairly simple apartment: two bedrooms, a sink with an adjacent small room for the toilet and shower (the latter of which Gazimon had been banned from using again), leading into a fair-sized living-room-that-reached-into-a-kitchen space. A bit expensive and small, maybe, but apparently Nathan's relatives were fine with it, and it allowed Nathan and Gazimon to have their own room. After that, the only real issues had been Nathan and Gazimon figuring out their own sleeping arrangements and, well... Its ears twitched as it heard the entry door open - probably Aunt Jules, though she would've been late if it was her. It listened to the sound of plastic bags rustling. Oh. Groceries? Gazimon set down the basket and walked back out to the living room. There were only two bags it could see on the kitchen counter; Uncle Ash was taking out a jar and placing it near the stove, and Aunt Jules was emptying the second bag - salad, milk, and yogurts. Gazimon walked over. "_{Do you need help?}" Though it was quiet, Aunt Jules had noticed and looked down to it. "Nah, Kitten, we've got it." She ruffled the fur on its head. "Didn't need to get much, just something for you to eat tonight. Ash was going to make pasta, but he called me at work since we only had meat sauce. Rest is just extra." "_{Oh. Thank you.}" If Gazimon had to point out the second issue, it was that these two were sometimes almost too considerate and it'd feel guilty that they'd spend on it. No wonder Nathan frequently worked late, as rude as the thought was. "_{I'll finish putting back the clothes.}" "Oh, thank you. You mind turning the news on before you do?" She opened the fridge as she spoke. It nodded, even knowing she wouldn't see it, and walked over to the TV in the corner of the living room. She was probably wondering if there were any updates on the missing digimon. To be honest, the situation still felt unreal to Gazimon; Uncle Ash and Nathan had been out on a hunting trip, and Aunt Jules and Gazimon had been cleaning when the light happened. Gazimon didn't know how those two responded, but it and Aunt Jules had checked the windows. When the city was not seen to be suffering untold horrors and devastation, they had decided maybe it was a power surge even though the lights were still fine and then resumed working. They hadn't seen the news that night, since Uncle Ash and Nathan had come home late (apparently there had been an unusual number of traffic jams and crowds). The next morning, Nathan had overslept and it was a rush for him and Gazimon to get to school, skipping over the newspaper and ignoring the stares of people. After all, Gazimon was supposed to look over Janice's Armadillomon and try to figure out why he had suddenly gotten so temperamental. Gazimon was good at that. It had only been when they arrived at school and everyone fell silent that they noticed: there was no beating of wings or buzzing. No slightly-slimy slithering. There were only people. Janice had staggered to them, shocked, and only finally explained that all the digimon had just vanished. During first period, Nathan excused himself to the bathroom with his phone, leaving Gazimon unfortunately alone. Even if they thought they were being sneaky, it could feel the stares of the students and even the teacher on its skin. The student to its right actually reached forward and, before Gazimon could ask what it was doing, ripped out a chunk of fur. All to confirm that Gazimon was in fact not an illusion, hallucination, or robot. That hurt quite a bit. It hurt even more when Nathan returned nearly ten minutes later, his gaze at something a hundred miles away, and finally whispered to Gazimon that the twins had lost Terriermon and Lopmon and that his parents wanted him to send Gazimon to them. Gazimon breathed its paralytic breath onto Nathan, knocking him out of his seat, and then asked that it be allowed to take Nathan to the nurse's office. The confusion of the students at once turned into fury and hatred when the teacher said yes; it realized, too late, that it had reminded them of what they had lost. Even when the paralysis wore off, Nathan said little. The final straw was when they finally made it home, running, and Nathan made the mistake of checking his email. The unknown name and slightly ominous title had upset Gazimon, worried that perhaps Noah or someone worse was coming back. Nathan had slammed the laptop lid down so hard its plastic casing cracked. It hadn't been touched since. Gazimon finished putting away the clothing and came back out as the pasta timer beeped. Soon after, the three sat down at the table to eat and watch the news together. Even as Gazimon listened, it didn't expect any updates. Its prediction was proved accurate, and there was little fanfare as they finished and cleaned up. Gazimon made sure there would be enough for Nathan once he came home, and then went back to Nathan's room to continue reading its e-book. Around 10, Aunt Jules and Uncle Ash went back to their shared bedroom. Around 11, Gazimon heard the door lock click and came out to see the door swing open. "_{Hello. I trust everything was-}" Gazimon stopped. It had been so long since it had seen Nathan with a black eye, and yet, here he was."_{Nathan! Do you need ice?}" Gazimon had already begun running to the fridge. It reached the door and was about to jump up when Nathan replied. "No, this... it was hours ago. Some guy at school..." Nathan shrugged. "Doesn't even really hurt anymore. It's not a big deal." Gazimon frowned, though what else could it do? Nathan would just push back harder if it pressed him for details. And yet... "_{Was it about me?}" Nathan didn't need to respond. It saw the way he tensed, even for a second. "_{I see then.}" It walked away from the fridge. "_{It's late, we should go sleep.}" "Yeah, just a bit." Nathan had shrugged off his backpack near the door, the restaurant's shirt peeking out. "_Homework?" Yes, that made sense. It hadn't considered that- "Nah, I'll do it before school." -though it would've been wrong. It blinked as Nathan went back into his room, and followed in time to see Nathan retrieve the dusty laptop. "_Nathan?" "What, I haven't checked my emails in forever." The screen glowed, welcoming him. "Might as well." "_Nathan." He didn't respond. Gazimon approached him. "_{I must insist you stop.}" "It'll just take a minute." Nathan nudged Gazimon away, and it could feel, even through the gloves, how cold he had to be. It was unreal; he always took the bus home, so he was usually only outside for maybe ten minutes. How- "_{Did you get to work safely?}" Nathan didn't respond. "_Nathan?" "...I'll explain it tomorrow." That was never a good sign. Gazimon already had a fairly good idea of what happened, namely that Nathan had never went to work after school, and not by his own decision. The browser popped up. "Just, let me check." Gazimon finally nodded and jumped onto the bed. It'd let Nathan do it, no more questions, no- "Whoa." Gazimon stood to look over Nathan's shoulders. Interspersed with the various junk mail and notices were many more emails from the unknown address. Had they been sent daily ever since Nathan refused to open the first one? It boggled the mind, to borrow a common phrase. Nathan sighed. "Fine, you douche, I'll play your game." He clicked the topmost email from EBE. Whatever message was there, Gazimon couldn't read before the screen indicated an error of some sort. To the right, on the bed, the e-reader was glowing a soft golden color before it changed shape. Gazimon frowned; but it hadn't finished that story yet. When it realized what it was looking at, however, it gasped audibly. Nathan turned to see Gazimon staring at the strange device now on his bed. "What the heck?" Nathan carefully picked it up between two fingers. "It's not..." He looked to Gazimon. "Is it?" "_{I am almost positive it is a digivice.}" But how and why? Gazimon didn't even know if any existed in this world. Darkness seemed to be hanging around them; Gazimon knew it was tired, but this seemed strange. "_{Nathan, who was the email from?}" Its voice felt even quieter than usual, and Nathan, who was swaying to stay upright, didn't answer. "_Nathan?" If the boy responded, Gazimon couldn't stay awake long enough to know. Unconsciousness forcibly claimed it, shortly before Nathan fell down as well.

[XxFellsingxX]

Alison wasn't sure how long she was blacked out for. All she was that one moment she unconscious, and the next... "Alison! Wake up!" Alison's eyes opened and her head snapped upwards, just in time to see the bus she was in whizzing straight for a building. She grabbed for the wheel and swerved the bus to the side, narrowing missing a crash. She then slammed her foot on the breaks and the bus came to a grinding halt. "Phew..." Phascomon, the one who had awoken Alison, gave out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness." She was still perched on Alison's shoulder, nails unsheathed and clawing into Alison's jacket. "What the heck...?" Alison slumped back in the driver's seat, panting heavily for a few minutes before she felt that her heart would not end up ripping itself out of her chest. When she finally recovered, she glanced out the bus window, taking in scenery. "Where are we...?" She could see buildings, not too dissimilar from the ones in London but... they were warped. Some were ruins, like someone had ran a bulldozer right through them, others stretched and distort, some were greyed out unnaturally. And the sky... The sky was black, yet it was still bright enough to see as if it were the day-time, and it was dotted with large green flecks of light which cast this warped cityscape in an eerie light. Alison quickly got out of the driver's seat and ran out onto the street, checking her surroundings again. "This really must be a dream," she muttered. "I told you before, it's not a dream." Alison swung round to find herself faced with a strange robotic creature about her size. Shape-wise, it resembled pictures of the Digimon Vademon, but it's organic form had been replaced with electronic. "Gah...!" she exclaimed, taking several steps back. She put her fists out in front of her. "Who... who are you!?" she demanded. "Please don't do that," the robotic Digimon said with a sigh. It's voice was robotic, yet still possessed the emotional cues you'd expect from organic being. "Even if I were hostile, you would break you fist trying to punch me." "Who are you?" Alison said again. "What do you want?" The robotic creature nodded its head slightly. "Good questions," he said. "Very good. But this is not the right place to ask them." He glanced around him all directions curiously. "Please. My other guests are waiting inside, hopefully regaining consciousness as we speak. I unfortunately couldn't teleport you here without teleporting the bus so I had to bring you out here. I apologize." "Other guests?" Alison lowered fists. "I'm... not the only one here?" "No," the robotic Digimon said. "Inside my lab..." He gestured to one of the few normal looking buildings near him. It looked like a hospital of some sorts. "There are other humans with Digimon partners." "Others?" Alison said. Other humans who hadn't had their Digimon taken away. They existed? She had thought she was the only one, that Phascomon was the only Digimon left on Earth. "Please, follow me," the Digimon said, and without another word, he made his way towards the building. Alison glanced at her surrounding, trying to see if there were any other possibilities. "I suggest you hurry up," the Digimon spoke again without looking back. "Or the Kuramon and Tsumemon will find you." Alison quickly followed after him. "Kuramon? Tsu... tsumemon?" she said. "Yes," the Digimon said, pushing open the doors. Alison quickly followed him in. "They are weak Digimon by themselves, but in swarms they can be quite dangerous. Though, I'm less worried about them and more about their master." Alison glanced around. It looked like a hospital on the inside too, very clean, a very large whole with several waiting area, counters and doors leading to other wards. There was even one of those soap dispensers near the entrance. The only thing that made it seem alien was that, besides the two of them, it was completely empty. "Am I... in the Digital World?" she asked, remembering the Digivice she had received, which she had put in her pocket before she had blacked out. It reminded her a lot of those stories she used to hear long before about a group of kids being sent to the Digital World. Had such a thing happened to her? "Yes," the robotic Digimon said. "And no." "... excuse me?" The Digimon sighed heavily. "This place is the Digi-Quartz." "Never head of it," Alison said. "You wouldn't have," the Digimon said. "The Olympos XIII wanted to keep it a secret from you humans until we learned more about it. Think of it as sort of... purgatory, as it were, between your world and the Digital World." "I... see," Alison said, though she really didn't. "And... you are?" "My name is EBEmon," the Digimon, EBEmon, said. "I am a servant of Lady Minervamon, the Guardian of Wisdom, and she placed me here to gather information on this area. Very little is known about it." "Ebe... mon," Alison said. "EBE... as in E-B-E?" "That's right." He glanced at her. "I imagine you're putting the pieces together now." "You were the one who sent those emails?" Alison said. "I am." "Why?" EBEmon sighed. "Questions. Questions. Questions. You humans are full of them. I'd rather not repeat myself, so I'll wait until we have found the others," he said. "They should be in the Children's Ward. I thought it would be the most comfortable place for them to materialise." He started leading her towards one of the elevators. "It's upstairs." "How many of them are there?" Alison asked as she got into the elevator next to him. "Eight humans besides you, each with a partner. Sixteen in total," EBEmon said. The elevator doors closed and he jabbed one of the buttons with a finger. "Right," Alison said. The elevator started to move. Phascomon, who had been perched quietly on her shoulder this whole time, gave a loud yawn. "Sleepy..." she muttered. The elevator doors opened less than a minute later. "Follow me," EBEmon said and he exited the elevator. "I'll take you to them. The sooner you all get acquainted, the better." "Alright," Alison said, the nervousness inside her growing. She followed EBEmon out the elevator, and the two made their way towards the Children's Ward.

[Silver Fox]

"Karn!" A voice called to him through the darkness that he fell into, only seeming like a few moments since he fell into it. But he didn't feel like waking up, he was too comfy. Just figuring Leormon wanted to get them up at three o'clock in the morning and do something. The boy gave a soft mumble in response before turning on his left side. "Karn wake up you girly dolt!!!" the familiar voice shouted now, before a light smack hit the boy across the cheek. It repeated until. Karn finally opened his emerald eyes and glanced to the lion like Digimon who was on top of him. Who was looking fiercely at him with those determined, but concerned blue eyes. Karn gave a soft yawn before sitting up slowly, picking up his energetic Digimon that had been on his chest and set him to the side of the bed. Rubbing his tired emerald eyes, he froze as he noticed he still had his silken white gloves on. Something was definitely wrong as he quickly looked over himself and saw he was still in his fathers new female designer clothes. He wouldn't sleep in such important clothing. Luckily, he still had his regular clothes folded and clenched to his chest. When he looked around, he saw they were in a room that looked like that from a hospital. "....Where..are we?" Karn murmured in astonishment. "I have no idea but you see the other Digimon and their partners? We are not the only ones! This is totally awesome!" Leormon replied energetically as he jumped down and ran out of the room. "There are others? Leo try not to disturb them too much...." Karn said softly as he got out of bed and stood up, brushing the pink frilly dress down. The feminine looking boy then blinked as he noticed the Digital Device that was resting against the second set of clothes and picked it up in examination. He had never seen a real one before, and it must have meant something if his phone just decided to turn into one. He gave a sigh before following after his Digimon.

[Forsythe]

“Pakhan! Pakhan wake up!” said the voice that Nonna assumed was associated with the arms that were shaking her shoulders. This was the deepest sleep she ever had - it took her a few seconds to realize that both the voice and arms probably belonged to Pawnchesmon. And she sounded distressed about something. Nonna laid her hands on her sides and lifted herself up. Something was wrong. Since when did she have sheets on her couch? Eyelids flying wide open, the girl squinted at the light that viciously stabbed her in the eyes. She could make out the silhouette of Pawnchessmon in front of her, tense with buckler and lance raised. She blinked a few times, her mellow mind taking in her surroundings to try and make sense of it, and coming up empty. “что?*” she said, and then the alarms in her head finally gone off. “We were moved.” Pawnchessmon said in a stating-the-obvious tone of voice. OK, keep calm. Think. The blonde thought, looking around. It looked like she was in a hospital, so nobody likely kidnapped her for ransom. Did something happen to her? She could remember only going to take a nap. She felt fine, and she was still in the clothes she had when she came home. Allright, BAD hospital. With no staff. Even though I’m feeling perfectly fine. In… London? she thought as she took a glimpse out the window, recognizing a bit twisted versions of some of the more famous buildings. The cogs in her head were spinning, but this just didn’t make the slightest sense. “Let me see if I can call...” she said, falling speechless as she looked at what used to be her phone. Oh, now she remembered. Too bad she didn’t even get to read the e-mail, that might have shed some light on this. “Pawn? Does this look familiar?” she said, showing the shiny black and red device to her partner. “It’s… a digivice. We might be in the digital world then, but no part I know of. But I found these.” she pointed with her lance to another human and digimon on the other two beds in the room, “ Pakhan what do we do?” the digimon asked, looking at her ‘King’ for direction. Nonna was about to say something, but a beep not too far demanded her attention. She turned her head just in time to see the elevator opening. --- * What?

[RBYDark]

He was aware of feeling first - namely that he was lying down on his back, something soft under him. Sheets? Felt like it. All things considered, very odd since the last thing he recalled was falling forward towards his bed and unless he had managed to pull himself all the way onto his bed and turn over while - Asleep? Unconscious? - then this couldn't be right. He still had his hand around the theoretical digivice - so he assumed, anyhow, it felt like he was holding something made of the same material and same weight. He had yet to actually open his eyes. Right. He should probably fix that. Nathan had begun to stir when he felt his arm bump into Gazimon, who grabbed it (or something very much like Gazimon). The fact was confirmed when it spoke, and Nathan recognized that whispered voice. "_{Don't move too much. There's something out there.}" His stomach dropped and, sure enough, there was something very much like footsteps headed his way. He kept his eyes closed, trying to still appear asleep. Yes, even without opening his eyes, it was becoming clear he wasn't home. The steps echoed like in a late-night hospital hallway, and it smelled terribly like... Like- Despite Gazimon's warning, his eyes opened and he sat up. A hospital room. The walls were a washed-out green, the floor white tile, the whiteboard cleanly erased with no markers visible. The air was too hot, he was sweating through his hoodie and gloves, the air rushed away when he tried to breathe. Oh god he was losing it wasn't he this couldn't be real none of it could be real god no- "_{Nathan? ...Nathan.}" Gazimon was talking. He was trying to focus on its voice, but it was hard to do when he could feel the blackness trying to seep back in and knock him out once more. "_{Nathan, I don't know where we are, but I don't think it's a hospital. The bed's wrong, there's no table, and I don't see an IV holder in here.}" Breathing was still harder than it should've been, but he began looking around once more. Its words were true - for a hospital, this room was oddly ill-prepared for patients. The feeling of suffocating heat began to drain away, leaving him tired and suddenly acutely aware of the footsteps still echoing outside his room. "Don't know how we got here, right?" He kept his voice quiet, tugging on the edge of his hood to make sure it was still in place. "_{Correct. I believe I fell unconscious first. I only woke up minutes before you did.}" Nathan thought for a moment, gingerly touching the bruise on his face. It still ached, but it was the only thing that hurt. "And how fast can you dig?" Nathan slid off the bed. "_{...Nathan please do not go chat up our captors.}" "You have to admit, we're not exactly stealthy. So either we go talk or we blast our way through." Gazimon blinked and then sighed, hopping off the bed and following Nathan to the doorway. Both peeked around its edge to see a long hallway ending in an elevator and a person with... a digimon. Gazimon's eyes widened and yet it couldn't help but smile. Nathan pocketed his digivice and then cupped a hand to his mouth to speak: "Hey! Did you also get dragged here or were you the one doing the dragging?"

[Double]

"Daigo-san! Daigo-san!" His eyes blurred into focus, and Daigo sat up abruptly. Looked like he was in a bed, hospital of some kind. Next to him he saw Elecmon staring at him, using its paws to shake him awake. "You're awake, Daigo-san." said Elecmon with a sigh of relief, "I thought I might have lost you." At this Daigo merely put hand on Elecmon's head in a sort of patting gesture, also giving his partner a smile, Elecmon being one of the few who Daigo would ever genuinely smile to, "Where are we, Elecmon?" he asked, looking around at the place. Seemed like a normal enough hospital, but that couldn't be true. Not after the kind of circumstances that went into bringing them here. Daigo remembered something and took the red and gold digivice out from his inner coat pocket and showed it to Elecmon, "What do you think? Is it a Digivice?" Elecmon sniffed of the device and shrugged, "I think so. Does that make this the Digital World?" Daigo stood up, placing the Digivice back in his inner coat pocket, "Sitting around here isn't going to solve anything. Come, Elecmon, let's figure out where we are." "Uh, wait, Daigo-san!" said Elecmon, now gesturing to another part of the room, "What about them?" Daigo looked, and found out he wasn't alone in this room. There were others here, and Digimon from the looks of it as well. He wasn't the last tamer, then, it seemed. Perhaps in another situation, he would have been more glad to learn this, since that meant there were at least a few more rivals he could fight. But now wasn't the time. His first priority needed to be figuring out where this was, and then finding a way back home. A beep from the hallway got his attention and Daigo ran from the room he was in to find out who was coming. Whoever it was, they probably had the answers. Someone else was in the hallway, a girl. Maybe she had the same idea as him?

[Horrid]

Alika was the first to sit up in the hospital bed, Falcomon draped over his legs as she softly cooed in her sleep, just as she usually did. With a soft touch, he laid a hand on her feathered tuft of an ear and scratched lightly, making her leg kick out. He surveyed his surroundings as Faye's weak kicking became squirming and finally consciousness. He was sitting upon a bed in a small, grey room that he recognised immediately as some sort of medical facility, but different. The environment was warped and strangely lifeless, putting his mind into a slow spiral of unease. Faye flipped on to her belly and hooted happily as he looked back down to her. "Fiiiiiinally, you wake up! I thought you conked your noggin' or something!" She giggled as she stood to her feet and strutted on the bed to stand directly in front of him, setting to work on brushing off his face with her feathers and occasionally clacking her beak. Alika looked on, as if in a trance, as she preened and groomed him. "Why didn't you wake me up, or at least TRY to wake me up?" She tilted her head nearly 90 degrees before hopping off. "Well you looked so peaceful and serene that I thought I'd let you sleep and stand guard." Her voice was chirpy and cheerful as usual, until she continued with a smaller, slightly embarrassed tone, "And I also might have fallen asleep too." Faye took a moment to scratch her face before pulling Alika from the bed in a hurry, chirping and squawking in excitement as he rose and stretched out his limbs to rid himself of the feelings of fatigue. "Well now that you ARE awake, I can give you this back!" She reached into her little vest to pull out a strange black and purple device that registered in Alika's mind as a digivice. He had seen some pictures before but not much more than that. He could only stare down at it as he was pulled by the hand, out into the hall by the happy-go-lucky Falcomon. The words she spoke were flying over his head by the time they exited the room, but what he did hear sounded a lot like '-other people here! Digimon too!' It took him a moment to snap from his trance and look up from his new digivice. Maybe these other people would know some things about all this. He merely followed behind Falcomon as she noisily went about grabbing someone else's attention.

[Pyromania99]

It was . . . Dull. Not specifically dark, but the lighting was dull for sure. "Uwa. . . Where am I? Tinkermon? Are you. . ." Annaliese cut herself short as she felt something wiggle around on her chest. "Hmm. . . More bacon!" A small voice exclaimed somewhat sleepily. "Anna, grab more from the bar. . ." Tinkermon rolled around a bit, somehow avoiding scratching Annaliese with her sharp boots. "Hey, you stupid fairy. Wake up." Her hand went to poke the fairy's face. Tinkermon's eyes burst open, "What sorcery is going on! There was food here a second again!" Slowly, her surroundings began to focus even around the dull lighting. "Wait, this doesn't look like a restaurant." She continued as she turned her head to look at Annaliese looked at her. "How'd I get here?" She asked. "Like I should know." Annaliese muttered as she picked up the fairy and removed her, dangling her with her might by Tinkermon's collar. "I think I'd rather know why you were laying on my chest like that." Tinkermon shrugged from her practically helpless position, "I don't know either. Not like you got anything there to make it-- Ooph." Now on the ground after falling from between Annaliese's fingers, Tinkermon stood on her feet and dusted herself off. "I'm just telling it as it is." "Hmph." Now she got to looking around the room. . . There seemed to be other people here. . . And Digimon too. "Hey, this is different. I thought everyone lost their digimon." Annaliese said, "This is different." "Hey! Did you also get dragged here or were you the one doing the dragging?" A voice resounded down the long hallway they were in. The pair looked in the direction it came from and wondered, "What's he saying? Dragging? Dragged?" Annaliese wondered aloud. "Not like your clothes look dirty." Tinkermon said as the two wondered just what was going on.

[paigesweetheart]

"Wake up...!" An echo was heard...not knowing what was being said. "Wake up Wake up, Taeyeon!" Taeyeon felt something shaking her, her eyes slowly opened seeing her digimon, Palmon. "Wake Up Taeyeon!" she yelled again, now hearing it perfectly. It was her digimon that was calling for her and shaking her to wake up. "I'm up... I'm up..." she said placing a hand on her forehead. "Uhhh, What happened...?" Palmon was relieved that her tamer was fine. "Whew! You are alive. I thought you were dead or something. But hey I don't know why we are here and I don't know what happened to be honest. But come on. We have to stand up and explore!" Taeyeon nodded at her digimon as she stood up and walked around with her digimon. But it seemed that they weren't the only ones here! There were more people... perhaps Taeyeon should go and speak with them about what happened and how they got here... first she was in school, then at her home and she blacked out.. were they kidnapped or something? So many questions running around her head. Palmon looked around walking with her tamer. "Alright! Let's go ask the other tamers!"

[Digizel]

His eyes twitched as he slowly began to regain his consciousness. The dog-like Digimon vaguely became aware of his surroundings, his ears beginning to regain their senses before his others. They twitched slightly at the slightest sound, from the soft breathing of the body beside him to faint footsteps and voices. His sense of smell was the next to return to him...and he quickly became aware that the room he was laying in was nothing like the room he usually slept in. This room smelled more...clean. Finally, after this realization, his eyes began to open and he found himself staring up at a bright light that lay embedded in the ceiling above him. The light was absurdly bright compared to the darkness he had been watching just a few moments ago. He squinted his eyes, trying to give them the chance to adjust. However, a memory flashed through Gaomon's mind that snapped him back to his senses completely. The sight of his human master suddenly dropping a strange device from his hand and suddenly falling toward him, as though he had suddenly fallen ill. He vaguely recalled catching his falling master in his arms before losing consciousness himself. He immediately bolted upward. "Master!" he exclaimed suddenly, quickly scanning the room. Where was he? Where was Henry!? Had he somehow been injured again, despite having not once that day letting him out of his sight? How could that have happened right under his nose!? Gaomon's fears were only partially relieved when he became aware that the sound of soft sleeping had been from none other than Henry himself, who had been laying down on the bed beside him. "Ah...! Master!" Gaomon exclaimed, quickly pulling himself around and righting his body so that he was on his knees on the bedding, looking down at his sleeping human. "M-Master Henry, please wake up, sir!" he quickly started begging, using his gloved arms to nudge the human's body in a desperate attempt to rouse him. Gaomon let out a sigh of relief as Henry began to stir at last, mumbling something soft under his breath. That was normal for him, which meant that he was just fine. He then quickly slid himself off of the bed he had awoken on, not wanting to interfere with his master's awakening. Henry's eyes were the first thing that opened. Much like Gaomon, his eyes squinted for a moment as he attempted to adjust himself to the unfamiliar lighting. He instinctively raised his arm to shield himself from the uncomfortable light as he sat himself up in the bedding, throwing the uncomfortably warm sheets off of himself at the same time. "Whoa...who turned on the sun?" Henry murmured in a sleepy tone. "It is good to see you finally waking, Master." Gaomon said from beside the bed, a slight smile on his face as he bowed his head. "Truthfully, you were starting to worry me." "Ngh..." Henry groaned, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room again. "So...wait, where am I?" he asked. He could identify the surroundings well enough. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that he was in a hospital. "Oh. Did I get hurt again or something?" he muttered, quickly checking himself over for any kind of stitches or bandages, like when he had originally gotten the injury that resulted in his scar. He felt nothing of the sort, however, and there wasn't a hint of the crimson blood that had been there the last time. He seemed perfectly unharmed. "No, Master, we are both unharmed it seems," Gaomon said, turning to look around. "However, I have not even a single idea as to where we might have been moved after we were forced into unconsciousness. I highly recommend that we-" At that point, his ears twitched. A sound had caused him to stop speaking and he spun around quickly to face the door. He was ready to defend Henry from any intruder that may enter their abode, likely expecting them to be asleep. Such a foolish attempt. He had long-since developed his senses to a very keen height. There was no sneaking up on him very easily. But what he saw was not an intruder attempting to cowardly sneak in on them. "I wonder what's out here?" Henry asked nobody in particular, pushing the door outward and looking around the room. "M-Master, please wait!" Gaomon shouted after him, quickly rushing after his tamer...but not before stopping to grab a small blue and white device off of the floor. It looked familiar and important, so he had decided to grab it off of the ground before leaving the room. Just outside, the two came to realize something that put Henry at ease. There were other humans already out in the hallway...and each one of them had a Digimon of their own. "Oh wow, look. I guess the Digimon really weren't all dead after all." Henry commented as he stepped outside. He then grinned slightly. "Well, that's nice. It would have been rather strange if you were the last one on the planet." "...Yes, Master." Gaomon replied, withholding a sigh of exasperation. He quickly put himself between Henry and the other humans. Their room had been at the very end of the hall, putting nothing but a wall behind them and the others in front. Gaomon looked cautiously at the others. He couldn't help but find it suspicious that they were suddenly in a room filled with other kids with Digimon. Something was fishy here and he wasn't about to allow Henry to risk associating with- "Hey, do any of you know where I am?" Henry suddenly called, taking Gaomon by surprise. The beast Digimon fell to the floor in his surprise while Henry simply pushed past him without a care in the world. "I kind of just dozed off out of nowhere and-" "Master, what are you doing?" Gaomon asked in a slight panic. He quickly climbed back to his feet and moved himself between his tamer and the others. "Forgive me for stopping you, Master, but we have never seen them before. They could be the reason we are here in the first place." Henry paused and thought about those words for a moment. He had to admit, he was right. "Hey, you guys didn't, like...kidnap me or anything did you?" he decided to bluntly ask. Gaomon simply looked back at his tamer in disbelief. Although he supposed that he should not be so surprised at this point....

[XxFellsingxX]

As the elevator finally opened, EBEmon stepped through, with Alison following somewhat cautiously after. Alison soon saw eight other teenagers, all with a Digimon partner, and she felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. "Oh, wow!" Alison exclaimed, looking at the group. "You were... you were telling the truth!" EBEmon looked at her. If he had had eyebrows, he probably would have raised one. "You doubted me?" he said. "Well, you got to admit, you are kind of shifty-looking," Alison said. "That's kind of rude," Phascomon muttered into her tamer's ear. "Err..." Alison gave EBEmon a nervous grin. "Erm, well, no offense." EBEmon shook his head slightly. "None taken, I suppose," he muttered, taking some steps towards the group of the kids as the elevator doors closed behind them. "Well, it seems everyone is here." He surveyed the group. "Now, I imagine you're all very confused and possibly frightened, but I promise you, you are in no immediate danger, so please calm yourselves down... okay?" Alison raised an eyebrow at this before crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeeeeeeaaaah, that's likely to win 'em over," she muttered sarcastically. Personally, she was still a little bit nervous around EBEmon, but she did her best to hide it, instead waving at the various new tamers. "Yo," she said with a grin. She was talking to all the tamers, but most specifically the ones who were closest to the elevator. "Nice day to wake up with no idea about what the hell is goin' on, innit?" she said casually. "Name's Alison." Phascomon sat up straight on her tamer's shoulder. "I'm Phascomon," she said. She bowed her head to the strangers. "And I apologise if my tamer seems a little too bold."

[Horrid]

Alika's mouth still hung open as Falcomon pulled him in to the circle to meet the others. His jaw only fell wider upon looking at Ebemon, as did Falcomon's beak. Ebemon looked like a mix of a movie monster alien, and his computer back home, except 10 times more terrifying and real. He looked liable to strap him and Falcomon to a table and perform experiments on them like Alika saw in that one movie. Hostile? Hotel? He couldn't remember, but the sidetracking was helping him to keep his cool. As the girl, Alison, and her partner, Phascomon, introduced themselves, Alika couldn't help but look to Falcomon and see that she was feeling the exact same wave of confusion that he was. He held up a hand and waved slightly, but was only able to utter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhh' for a few minutes as his brain attempted to reboot from all the sudden twists and turns being imparted upon it in the past couple of minutes. The Digital World, or the Digital Quartz. The Digivice. Other people with Digimon. Losing his Gameboy. It was all a little much for just a couple of hours. Or minutes. His head was spinning so much that he just couldn't keep track of anything anymore. Falcomon was the first to recover once more, and introduce the two of them. "Uhm, well I'm Falcomon, and this is Alika. He's a bit... out of it at the moment." She looked to the company before hopping to face-level with Alika and waving a wing in front of his face, cooing softly to snap him from his trance. He shook his head softly and waved again, "Y-yeah, I'm Alika. Nice to meet you, I guess?" His speech was stuttered and slow, mind slowing down as he was pushed to talk to the others. He could deal with rationalising the thoughts he was having later, as well as figuring out how they all got there, and why it was them that were there. For now, it was just a joy to be alright and with Faye. And out of the storm.