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Tommy had an average boring life. Living in rural Texas.

It was the final week of highschool and all he could think about was he really should have studied more and not spent so much time on watching Dragon Ball Z reruns.

Tommy's high school years were lonely and boring. He had no one that shared his interests in anime. They were all rednecks that loved sports and hunting.

He was a pariah and the bottom of the social ladder.

Since it was the final week of Highschool. He was stuck with trying to plan his future and none of the colleges or universities he applied for accepted him. He was going to have to go to... Shudder... Community College.

Tommy would rather get a job and be subjected to more schooling, especially in a school for rejects. He really did want to get away from his siblings that were actually normal. His parents were hardworking, but never really home.

His dream about exciting adventure awaits him outside the small town.

Tommy applied everywhere for his first job.

Hopefully he would get the golden ticket out of the small towns.

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Tommy was on his boxy old computer that ran on Window Vista in his room,

A bowl filled with warm milk and Froot Loop cereal on his lap.

Tommy's room was disorganized, his clothes that he wore to school were on the floor and his bed was never organized year long.

Tommy had a poster of the most important character in the Dragon Ball series on his wall. Bulma in a bikini winking at him. His first major crush and the girl of his dreams.

He also had homemade gifts from his siblings Timothy and Tammy on the shelf.

Tammy was his younger sister, an artist and created a clay mug and gave one to everyone in the family

Timothy was his older brother who joined the army. He gave Tommy a hunting rifle with bullets.

His most prized collection of the complete Dragon Ball manga were on the wall.

Tommy clicks his computer mouse to see the next page of a web novel he was reading on his computer. It took a month since he needed some break from reading it.

Tommy drank his cereal of fruit loop in one gulp. The surgery cereal boosted his brain and gave him energy to read the last pages of a web novel.

Tommy read the last few words of a web novel called Parahuman Worm.

“I guess that’s how it ends,” Tommy said, reading about Taylor's journey and thinking how bittersweet it was.

Tommy cries tears T_T.

“Dang. The author is a real sadist. Taylor suffered so much, had to fight so hard, and now she spends the rest of her days without her powers and not being able to see her friends. That’s not a reward, that is a punishment,” Tommy said while thinking about the conclusion of Parahuman Worm.

Tommy types out a comment on the last page of the Parahuman Worm webpage. He stops. He rewrote what he was going to write. Finally post the comment when all the grammar and spelling were perfect.

‘Thankyou for writing Worm.’

Tommy takes a deep breath in and breathes out. He closes the Parahuman webpage and goes to check his email.

Tommy sees that he got an email. It reads.

[Dear Tommy,

Do you want to work for me?

From ROB]

Tommy didn’t recognize the email, however he applied everywhere for work. He enthusiastically replies.

[Yes!]

Tommy waited for a few minutes before he got a reply.

[Random Generated Superpower Digimon]

Tommy-Wilson Merys disappeared from his room in a small town in Texas.

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Tommy felt warm and safe. He didn’t like the sound of cars driving by.

Tommy was in a large egg. Slowly the egg broke and a baby digimon popped out.

“Mmmhh... Five more minutes," the baby digimon said as he closed his eyes.

Tommy was now a baby digimon. He was sleeping peacefully underneath the blue sky in an alleyway.

Slowly the baby digimon opened his eyes. He saw that he was in allerway.

Tommy was confused and said out loud, “Huh. Why am I in an alleyway?”

Tommy heard his voice and noticed it was my higher octave then normal. “Why do I sound different?”

Tommy tried to move his limbs but he couldn’t. He discovered he could hop though.

Tommy saw a puddle and started to hop toward it.

The puddle was brownish colored and dirty, but Tommy could see his reflection from the puddle.

Immediately he saw a cute baby digimon staring back at him.

“Eeehhh,” Tommy screeched loudly. “I’m a digimon!”

Tommy just knew what digimon he was transformed into.

Leafmon.

Tommy was a Leafmon. A level fresh Digimon.

Tommy had a sudden realization. He was turned into a digimon. Most likely he was even in his home dimension anymore. It was just like in Worm and how those perverted Cauldron people with a monster fetish steal people and turn them into monsters.

Tommy fell into a deep, unending depression when he realized the truth. “No! No God! Why! I need to go back! I need to delete my internet history!”

A yellow sticky note appeared in front of him. Tommy read the note.

‘No worries bro. I erased your internet history. Peace. From ROB.’

A peace sign was also written onto the sticky note.

Tommy, who now had a leaf protruding out of his head, made the leaf nod up and down. Tommy smiled and spoke in joy, “Good. Good. There are no more regrets in my past life. Onwards to adventure!”

Tommy who would refer to himself as Leafmon hopped with a bright smile on his face ^_^.

Leafmon left the alleyway and saw a school building.

The school building had Winslow Highschool in black letters spelled out in the building.

Leafmon nodded his leaf, as a great detective that he was. He realized he was in Parahuman Worm.

Leafmon was in Parahuman Worm.

“?” Leafmon titled his cute body and thought this must be a grave mistake.

Leafmon was in Parahuman Worm!

“Huh!!” Leafmon said in shock.

Leafmon was in Parahuman Worm!!

Leafmon cried waterfall of tears T_T.

“I am super dead.”

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After basking in self loathing, depression and feeling the darkness of emotion that would make goth and emo jealous, Leafmon was ready to face the world.

Leafmon had a mission. Find Taylor Hebert and establish a partnership with her.

The first trial the baby digimon had to face was a challenge that even in his old life was difficult.

Crossing a busy street.

“I’m in the same situation as that poor frog in the game Frogger. One death is game over!”

Leafmon had determined eyes in the face of death.

Leafmon looked to the right to make sure no cars were coming >_>.

Leafmon looked to the left to make sure no cars were coming <_<.

Leafmon repeated the action and looked right to make sure no cars were coming >_>.

Leafmon crossed the street like a frog by hopping multiple times forward.

Leafmon had successfully crossed the street without a car squishing him.

“Yeah! Nothing can stop me! Let's go!!!!” Leafmon said, firing himself up as he headed into Winslow Highschool.

Leafmon's next challenge was the stairs of Winslow Highschool, he hopped up the stairs one at the time until he reached the door.

Well there should be a door. Someone removed the door. “Where is the door? What’s wrong with this school?”

Leafmon moved into the building.

Leafmon needed to find a way to hide from the nosy humans.

Leafmon looked around for anything he could use to hide.

He saw a small recycle bin.

Leafmon nodded his head, “I have a brilliant plan!”

Leafmon took the recycle bin, dumped the cigarettes and soda cans and hid underneath it.

“Sneaky! Sneaky!”

If anyone saw Leafmon in disguise They would see an upside down recycling bin slowly moving on the floor.

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It was lunchtime so Leafmon knew exactly where Taylor was.

Leafmon couldn’t remember when the Declaration of Independence was signed, what the quadratic equation was or what he ate for breakfast. However he could remember the most minor detail of a web novel that had exactly 1,672,617 words.

Funny how memories work right.

Leafmon found the girls bathroom.

Leafmon saw no meaning to care about the gender boundary since he was both digimon and a baby.

Leafmon entered the girls bathroom.

“Ahem, Taylor Hebert, can I talk to you?” Leafmon said.

Taylor exited the bathroom stall. Her eyes stared at the baby digimon down.

Leafmon tried to not get scared. Taylor wouldn’t kill a baby. Right? Other than that one time...

Leafmon stared at the protagonist of Worm. Drinking her appearance in. The fandom had made many artworks of her. She looked more pretty than what they drew. They couldn’t capture the cold calculating look in her eyes though.

Leafmon cleared his throat, “Excuse me, Taylor Hebert? I've been searching for you. Would you like to be my partner?”

“Why are you in the bathroom? And what are you?”

“I'm Leafmon, and I'm a big fan of yours! I've been on a quest to find you and make you my partner!”

“Okay, first of all, invading someone's privacy in the bathroom is not cool. And second, why would you want to partner with me?”

“Well... I can tell you will be awesome together! Gut instinct, you know! We will be closer than peas in the pod! We will be like Goku and Vegeta! Batman and Robin! Lois and Clark!”

“I think you meant to say Lewis and Clark.”

“Curse this world for not having DC comics. Whatever I say, we will be a match made in heaven!”

“Look, I don't need any more fake friends or partners. I've had enough of that. I've been burned before. I don't want anything to do with this partnership stuff.”

“I... I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought we could be a powerful team. Take care, Taylor.”

“Maybe, but I've got enough on my plate right now. Just... give me some space, okay?”

“Yeah,” Leafmon could do nothing as Taylor left the bathroom.

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Leafmon was outside Wilson Highschool. All his future plans and aspirations were ruined.

Leafmon was feeling down. It was just like the time he tried to get into College or University and no school would accept him.

Fifthteen rejection letters. Each one he read was a metaphorical stake to his heart.

Should he go to the PRT? It gave him the same feeling of going to Community College. His pride wouldn’t allow him to join an organization that was either super corrupted or super incompetent.

“Oh wow, is that a cape over there? Dude, this is so cool! I've always wanted to see a real-life cape in action! Do you have, like, super cool powers? Oh I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Greg.”

Greg was a lanky teenage boy with blond hair and blue eyes and was looking at Leafmon with excitement. Like a kid in a candy store.

Leafmon recognised the name. Greg was a well meaning idiot. “Yeah I have powers... I am kind of weak though. Even an average mook can beat me. My name is Leafmon.”

“Hey, Leafmon, you know what I've been thinking? I want to be a cape, have some awesome powers, you know? And not just any powers, I'm talking about the classic four elements wind, water, earth, and fire. I know they might sound basic, but they're so cool!”

“That’s nice Greg.”

“Well, think about it. Wind can be super fast and agile, water can adapt and flow, earth is sturdy and strong, and fire... well, fire is just downright awesome. They might not sound as exotic as some other powers, but they're tried and true!”

“Uh huh.”

“Exactly! And you know what bugs me? This parahuman classification system. I mean, come on, trying to put every power into neat little boxes? It's so dumb!”

“What?”

“Well, every power is unique, right? I mean, take Masters, for example. They can control humans or clones, and they get lumped into the same category. That's like saying someone who controls fire and someone who controls ice are basically the same!”

“They're both blasters...I thought parahuman classification is supposed to be used for PRT combating villains.”

“Yeah but every power is unique. And even if you stake every power classification on a guy, what is the use?”

“I am probably going to regret asking this... Do you want to be my partner? I mean working with me and making the world a better place to live?”

“Ohh am I going to be granted powers! I have the greatest cape name in the world!”

"You won't be gaining superpowers, Greg. Instead, I want you to be my partner. Through the strength of our friendship, I'll grow stronger and evolve into a more powerful form. To unlock my full potential, I need a partner. Greg, will you stand by me? I must warn you though, the path ahead is incredibly dangerous, and facing our enemies may threaten your survival."

Greg held his hand like he was going to give Leafmon a handshake. “Let's take the world by storm.”

Greg gave a beaming smile.

Leafmon was deeply moved. He was rejected by the protagonist of the world. Greg could coward away and left Leafmon. Yet... this guy gave him a chance to prove himself.

“Waah! Waah! Waah!” Leafmon started crying T_T.

Leafmon gave a tackling hug to Greg Veder.

Greg nearly fell, but caught the sobbing digimon baby.

Chapter Text

POV Greg Veder

Grey awoke with his limited edition Mario alarm clock figure and started singing. The alarm sang, “Do the pretty girl rock. Rock. Rock. Rock.”

Greg pulled his bed blanket off and started singing with the alarm tune. “Do the pretty girl Rock. Rock. Rock.”

Greg slept with his shirt off and only a pair of trousers and socks. With a beat in his heart and the voice of an angel, Greg sang, “Now what’s your name.”

Greg left his room and slid into his bathroom. Greg did his morning business in the bathroom while singing.

“My name is Keri, I'm so very.”

“Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary.”

“Boys wanna marry, looking at my derry.”

“You can stare but if you touch it I'mma bury.”

Greg left his room to get dressed and continue to sing.

“Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya.”

“I don't gotta talk about it, baby you can see it.”

“But if you want, I'll be happy to repeat it.”

Greg checked in his closet and saw Leafmon who was sleeping in a cushion nest he made for himself.

Greg left a bowl of water and a bowl of cheerios for the baby Digimon.

Greg pondered if this was the feeling of having a pet. Maybe this was how it felt to have a pet?

Greg opened Bill’s room and checked that Bill was sleeping. Bill was deep asleep from working overtime as a night nurse.

Grey left for school the tune still played in his head as he left the apartment.

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Winslow Highschool was not like normal highschools.

It was a zoo.

A few of the animals were nice.

The majority of animals sought a fight.

A small few animals would rule with all their might.

Yet most yearn for home at twilight.

Greg arrived in class early and took his seat in the back of the class. He took out his notebook and started to write superhero names.

‘Great Forest Hero.’

‘The Awakened Wood Man.’

‘Avatar the Last Leaf Bender.’

‘Ironwood.’

Students started to walk into class.

Taylor arrived at class taking a seat in the front row.

Greg and Leafmon's first mission. Help Taylor with her bullies.

Emma Barnes arrived with the other popular girls in her group.

Greg stared at Emma, like he was analyzing an enemy.

Emma is the final enemy on his mission. It wasn’t going to be easy.

Sparky also arrived and sat next to Greg.

“Sup my good man!” Greg greeted his good friend raising his hand up for a high five.

Sparky bobbed his head up and down.

Greg smiled at his reply. He lowered his hand.

Greg felt a weight in his pants pocket, so he pulled out a piece of paper. Something Leafmon wrote to give to Taylor.

Greg moved and gave the letter to Taylor before moving back to his seat.

Taylor read the letter, then she crumbled it up until it was a small ball.

Greg remembered reading the note. It read.

‘If you need any help, you can ask me. Leafmon.’

Greg also had another mission.

Find evidence of the bully campaign

The homeroom teacher arrived to start class.

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Mrs.Nickolus was talking about the quadratic equation.

Greg was peeking at Julia.

The Locker Incident was one of the few major incidents of Taylor being harassed and even sent to the hospital.

Julia actually recorded the incident and even played the recording to show her friends.

Greg was trying to think about how he was going to take the phone.

Julia was always texting on her phone whenever she could. Even now while they are learning about the useless math equation that will never be used in life. Julia was on her phone texting someone.

Greg saw Julia place her phone on her desk.

Greg was going to have to be as smooth as James Bond and Austin Powers.

Greg got up raising his hand and yelled, "I got to go to the bathroom."

Greg imagines himself moving past Julia's desk snatching the phone right under Julia's nose.

Greg ran toward the door, while calculating where his hands would need to move.

Greg’s legs didn’t get the message, he tripped on his legs and fell face down on the floor.

While everyone was looking at him funny. Greg could only laminate that his plan was ruined by his clumsiness.

Next time he will not fail!

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At lunch time Greg and Sparky were having a delightful conversation.

“Sparky, my main man. You got to hear about these awesome heroes I discovered. I did tons of research on these heroes you know. They're not real though which is a shame. They are from DC comics.”

“Uh huh,” Sparky replied.

“There is Ironman, Superman, Wolverine, Spiderman, Wonder woman and Thor. My favorite is definitely the Hulk. Because you know he’s getting stronger the madder he gets. I think he is the strongest hero.”

“Uh huh,” Sparky replied.

“I think Ironman is a douche though. Superman is awesome, he likes Scion. Wolverine is a badass. Batman is badass! He doesn’t have any power and he can throw hands against other heroes!”

“Uh huh,” Sparky replied.

“Do you think Disney can sue me if I take one of their superhero names and brands? I mean can they travel to another world and sue for Copyright Infringement. I think they killed a girl for using the name Snow White. Disney is scary, they play by their own rules. They're all powerful like the mafia. All hail the mouse.”

“Uh huh,” Sparky replied.

“Sparky I got a great idea! Well I can’t tell you what my plan is. But I am going to do something really heroic! My first act as a hero!”

“Uh huh,” Sparky replied.

Greg smiled and nodded his head. Sparky was a great listener. Greg carefully removed his lunch from his paper bag.

The paper bag was key to his success.

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Greg was wearing a paper bag on his head to cover his face. He put small circular holes in the paper bag to allow him to see.

While everyone was in gym class, Greg was going to steal Julia’s phone from the girls locker room.

It was a full proof plan!

With his disguise no one knew it was him.

Greg was patting himself on the back for his genius.

Greg entered the unguarded girls locker room with a paper bag on his head.

Greg now had to find the locker. Which wouldn’t be a problem if there was only like 50 lockers.

Greg moved to the first locker. Greg opened it to find it empty.

Greg moved to the next locker and tried to open the locker. It was locked. The lockers had dial locks embedded into the locker.

Greg knew the best way to open this particular locker type.

Greg used his shoulder and shoulder slammed the locker.

Bam!

Greg bent the metal enough to easily open the locker.

Greg looked into the locker and to his disappointment didn’t see Juliana's purse or clothes.

Greg was going to have to work fast before anyone returned.

Greg continues his search.

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Greg found Julian's locker, he also found Emma and Sophia lockers.

His luck was on a roll and now he had Julia, Emma and Sophia phones.

Greg took all the phones and slipped out of the Girls Locker room.

Greg was tech savvy so he removed the batteries from three phones. If the phone rings or someone tries to track him down they wouldn’t be able to with the battery removed.

Greg moved to the Art room. He placed the phones and batteries into his paper bag mask and slipped them through an open window that was ajar in the Art room.

The paper bag that contained the phones was now outside the school.

More specifically the phones were now hidden behind a rose bush that was outside the school.

Even if the teacher or other student checked through his stuff they wouldn’t find the phones.

Greg whistled a tune while leaving the Art room.

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There was some commotion about the stolen phones.

Taylor was the suspect. However she didn’t have the phone and no one knew who did it.

Greg would need to apologize to Taylor for all the trouble.

School ended, It was finally time to go home.

Greg collected the phones behind the rose bush with some scratches from the rose’s thorn bush. Thorns are sharp.

Greg couldn’t help but think about the saying that every rose has its thorns as he nursed his injuries.

Greg stopped at a store and headed home.

Greg arrived at his apartment and saw Leafmon waiting for him.

“How was school?” Leafmon asked.

“Outdated. They really should update the curriculum to include finance and skills that we actually need.”

“So it is boring and soul draining in this world too huh. How unsurprising. Anyhow, did you get the evidence?”

“Yup! I got all the evidence right here.” Greg lifted the paper bag that was holding the phones up high in the air.

“Excellent, now we scheme.”

“Cool. What are we going to do? Turn all the evidence to the teacher? Blackmail the bullies to stop bully Taylor? Oh! Oh! I know we are going to post it on the web and have social media form a mob and have social justice warriors attack the once responsible!”

“I love the enthusiasm. Honestly you're going to have to dial back on the... Energy? Talking? Hmmm. How do I define Greg-ness... Oh I know what I was going to say. Your going to have to dial back on the extrovertness. I am part of the introvert family and your going burn me up like a candle with the energy you excluding... Anyway I can reveal the scheme but I think it is more important to understand the thought process on why I came up with this plan. First, answer me this question. Why hasn't Taylor done anything against her bullies?”

“Because Winslow sucks. And well...” Greg pondered for five seconds. “Taylor is a nerd that gets bullied by the popular girl. It happens like every school and not something newsworthy about. Even if she stands up for herself she will be beaten down. Well I got used to it, you know, everyone in school did. It became normal.”

“I believe you're overlooking this from Taylor's perspective. Similar to how you and others at your school are afraid to confront the bullies, Taylor is also fearful of the potential consequences. She doubts that the teacher would take any action, as they seem indifferent to assisting her when she does get bullied. Taylor thinks it would be her word against the bullies, so she expects to endure the harassment until she graduates... If she does fight back... well you already know about the Locker Incident. Just imagine what the bullies will do to her as revenge.”

Greg said in a loud voice. “I wouldn’t let that happen!”

“Then why did no one, including you, step forward to testify on Taylor’s behalf. She ended up being locked in a locker filled with bloody tampons for crying out loud! Why haven’t you stood up for her then?”

Greg seemed to shrink back. “Well I was going to...”

“It is alright Greg. I am not thinking less of you. I would do the same for me if I was in your shoes. Being targeted by psycho bullies that would make my school hell for another three years is terrifying. Yeah I would abandon Taylor to her fate. Not just the students, the teacher, the principal and even the government are supporting those bullies. Like a giant conspiracy.”

“Uhmm, what are you talking about?”

“I have a lot of secrets Greg. But I am going to be telling you a big one. Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker.”

“Holy crap!”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know it’s messed up. I got another big juicy secret I got to tell you. The Protectorate created the Endbringers.”

“Woah! Wait a second, how do I know your not pulling my leg?” Greg narrowed his eyes at the Digimon Leafmon.

“Come on Sherlock Holmes You can do your own research and discover the truth. I know your a smart guy.”

“Yeah I will definitely find out if your pulling my leg,” Greg remembered something he bought for Leafmon. “Oh yeah, I got something for you.”

Greg dropped his backpack and pulled out a poster.

It was the most beautiful poster Leafmon has ever seen.

The poster depicted the most important character in DragonBall history. It showed Bulma in a red bikini in a sexy pose.

Leafmon was beyond happy, “Greg this is. Oh yes!.”

Greg smiles cheekily, “I know you would love it! You told me all about your waifu Bulma. So I thought, why not a poster?”

Leafmon started to glow.

A gentle breeze stirred Greg's hair as Greg looked on in amazement.

“Leafmon digivolve to! Minomon!”

Minomon had a pinecone body and insect head.

Minomon was In-Training Digimon

Minomon floated into the air and said to Greg, “Partner! Are you ready to save Taylor from those nasty bullies!”

Greg fist pumped the air, “Yeah!”

Chapter Text

POV Triumph

The fire department was having its annual celebration.

Triumph, who recently graduated from the Ward and became a full member of the Protectorate, was going to have to give a speech to commemorate the firefighters who served the city.

Triumph or Rory Christner, the son of the Mayor, was very familiar with mingling in former events like these.

Triumph was talking to the Chief of the fire department who was asking about getting tinkertech tools to put out electric car fires.

"Can't Armsmaster whip up a tool to help us put out electric car fires?" The Chief of the Fire Department asked.

"Tickertech has drawbacks, Armsmaster will have to perform maintenance on the Tickertech if he does create one for you. There's a reason we can't just give every department a Tickertech tool, since then Armsmaster will be going around maintaining the Tickertech then focus his time on his other duties," Triumph answered.

The Chief of the Fire Department didn't look like he was going to back down.

Triumph was bracing himself for a debate. He was already phoning in the console for assistance.

“Awesome your Triumph rrrriiigt,” a blond and skinny teenager asked. “I got something suuuppper important to talk to you about.”

The blond teenager was munching on donuts, getting crumbs on his clothes. Triumph thought that he must have been a relative to one of the people in the Fire Department since he wasn’t wearing a uniform.

Triumph responded, “Can you wait a moment. I'm having a serious discussion.”

The blond teenager responded, “Nah, I can't do that. I am on a major quest to expose the wickedness of the Protectorates. Trust me man this is way more important. Your one of the good heroes right?”

“Yes me and my colleague whom I work with are good heroes. Tell me, what kind of evidence do you have to prove otherwise.”

“I got video evidence, let me show you. Oh shit. I almost forgot a step. We need to be away from other people, you don't want me to spread the Protectorate dirty laundry now do you?”

Triumph nodded his head, and looked at the Fire Department Chief, “I will be gone for a minute. We can continue our... conversation when I am back.”

The Fire Department Chief responded, “I understand, take your time.”

Triumph and the blond teenager went to an area where no one would overhear their conversation. Triumph said a little annoyed, “Alright show me your evidence. And if this elaborate prank then I hope to decently show me some ID so the next time you want to pull this stunt you'll be in big trouble.”

The blond teenager smiled confidently. “You're going to feel the burn. So let me tell a little story. There's a girl that is at the bottom of the class. A nerd just like me. She gets bullied a lot. The bullies decided to shove her into the locker full of used tampons and other trash. She ends up in the hospital. She a good friend of mine and us nerds need to stick together.”

“Look, that sounds horrible. Yet I don't see this as a parahuman crime. You can go to the police and report it to them.”

“Oh you will understand real soon.”

The blond teenager pulled out his phone and showed the screen.

A video was being played.

It showed a group of girls pushing another girl into the locker.

The trapped girl in the locker screamed.

Triumph instantly recognized one of the girl's. He used to be the team leader of the Ward after all.

Sophia Hess pushed the poor girl into the locker.

Shadow Stalker who was Sophia Hess.

Shadow Stalker who was a Ward.

The teenage blond grinned like he was victorious. The teenager then started doing the wave with his arms, “Do you feel the burn now Triumph! Do you feel the burn now!” The teenager sang.

Goddammit Sophia. Triumph couldn’t help curse the troublemaking Ward in his mind.

Triumph spoke to his earpiece loud and clear. “Console we have a problem.”

----

Triumph was feeling betrayed. He asked himself why couldn’t have seen the signs in Shadow Stalkers out of control behavior.

Triumph reasoned that always saw the good in people. That’s why he couldn’t see the darkness.

Within the somber walls of Director Piggot's office, a trio composed of Triumph, the stalwart Miss Militia, and the indignant Director Piggot assembled to deliberate on an uncertain path forward.

Piggot seethed with anger, her temper simmering on the verge of boiling over. "That ungrateful brat! How the hell could she pull off such a crime under our very noses?" Her eyes bore into Miss Militia, a silent demand for answers. "Where's Armsmaster? He damn well should be here!"

Miss Militia's response oozed with an undercurrent of unease. "Armsmaster's holed up in his lab, insisting on not being disturbed," she uttered.

Piggot let out a derisive snort, a sound that cut through the air like a sharp blade. "He expects us to mop up this mess. Figures." Her eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and determination. "I want this investigated, and I want the whole damn truth laid bare. I want to know everything there is to know before I make my decision." The directive hung in the air, heavy and laden with a sense of impending doom.

Triumph asked a question that had been bothering him. "What's gonna happen to Shadow Stalker if she's found guilty?"

Piggot's response, delivered with a cold certainty, echoed through the room. "I'll have her cooped up in the Rig, glued to the console. She will be house arrested."

Triumph's frown deepened, an unspoken disapproval etched on his face. "Can we still trust her?" he queried.

Piggot's head shook, a gesture heavy with skepticism. "Trust? No chance. Trusting her to be a decent hero is like trusting a bull in a china shop." Her eyes narrowed, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "We'll be watching her every move. In a city bursting at the seams with villains, we need every cape we can get."

Triumph's nod was reluctant, a concession to the harsh reality. The weight of dissatisfaction settled on his shoulders, casting a shadow on his acceptance of the punishment meted out.

Piggot's gaze fixated on the document adorned with Greg Veder's cheeky peace sign and a goofy smile. "Miss Militia, I need you to grill the whistleblower. Unearth who else he spilled the beans to about Shadow Stalker and dig up any other secrets he's hoarding."

Triumph, driven by a resolute purpose, stepped forward. "I'll take the reins on this one. I used to be the Ward Leader of Shadow Stalker. I aim to unravel the truth of this case, no matter how bitter."

Piggor, conceding to Triumph's determination, replied, "Fine, he's all yours. Get to the bottom of who the whistleblower blabbed to and anything else tied to this mess."

Triumph nodded, a determined resolve etched across his features, and briskly left the office, each step echoing with a sense of purpose.

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The interrogation room where they were holding Greg Vedar. Had a one-way mirror to allow the heroes to watch the criminals.

A table and chairs were also provided.

When Triumph looked through the one way mirror to look into the interrogation room he saw Greg on the cellphone to his ear talking very animatedly.

What Triumph saw made him confused, Greg was using different colored markers to write on the mirror.

Quickly Triumph went into the interrogation room and yelled, “What are you doing!”

Greg said into the phone, “Got to call you back, the fun is about to start.” Greg pressed a button on the phone ending the phone call.

Triumph was going to have to bring up the strangeness of Greg being able to call anyone in the interrogation room since there was a jammer to make sure phone calls weren’t possible.

Standing behind Greg was dates and numbers. Triumph could even see the words Endbringers and Protectorate highlighted in different colors on the wall.

Greg started talking, “Do you want to know the truth Triumph!”

Triumph asked, “Why did you deface the mirror?”

Greg responded, “To better show what I discovered. You need to see the connection. Let me tell the truth. The Protectorates are responsible for the Endbringers! This!” Greg slammed onto the mirror. “This is my proof! It all started in 1993 when the Protectorates were first being made...”

----

One hour later.

“Then Legend discovered he was gay!” Greg ranted as he continued his explanation without taking a single break.

Triumph tried to rub his forehead to keep himself awake but discovered to his dismay he was wearing a mask.

Armsmaster entered the interrogation room.

Armsmaster asked Greg. “I heard enough. Did you tell anyone else about Shadow Stalker?”

Greg answered, “Nope just Triumph.”

Armsmaster nodded and placed an NDA document on the table. “Sign this so you don’t endanger Shadow Stalker. We don’t want villains to target her civilian family. If you sign this NDA you will be criminally charged if you do blab about Shadow Stalker identity. ”

Greg took out a pen from his pocket and signed the NDA. “Is there anything else you want to know? I have so much to tell you.”

Armsmaster said bluntly, “Go home Greg...”

Triumph later learned that Greg used to permeate markers when writing on the mirror, much to the Piggot’s annoyance.

Chapter Text

POV Sophia

Sophia sat at her desk, eyes glazed over as Mr. Gladly droned on about the American Revolutions. She tapped her pen impatiently against her notebook, barely managing to jot down a few words here and there. Probationary Ward duties or not, this history lesson was excruciatingly dull.

As Mr. Gladly continued to lecture, Sophia's mind wandered, drifting into a familiar daydream. She imagined herself prowling the streets, clad in her Shadow Stalker uniform, chasing down Empire gangsters with lethal force. Her fingers itched to feel the tension of her bowstring as she aimed for her targets and hit them with her arrows.

Reality snapped back into focus as she heard Mr. Gladly's voice, bringing her back to the classroom. She glanced around, noting the disinterest etched on the faces of her classmates. None of them seemed to be paying much attention, but for Sophia, the consequences were different. She had to maintain good grades as a Probationary Ward, or risk being sent back to juvie.

Sighing inwardly, Sophia forced herself to concentrate, scribbling down notes with a sense of resignation. But frustration bubbled beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. The lessons felt pointless, irrelevant to the life she led outside these walls.

In a moment of impulsive rebellion, Sophia crumpled up a stray piece of paper from her notebook and flicked it toward the back of Taylor's head, relishing the brief distraction it caused.

Despite the fleeting amusement, Sophia's boredom persisted, a constant companion in the mundane routine of school. She longed for the adrenaline rush of her nightly patrols, the thrill of the chase, and the satisfaction of beating up gangsters. But for now, she was stuck in this classroom, counting down the minutes until she could break free once more.

Ring! Ring!

Sophia's PRT-issued cell phone suddenly rang, disrupting the monotony of the classroom. Her senses sharpened as she recognized the distinct sound, different from her personal phone. Without a second thought, she slipped out of her seat, leaving the lesson and Mr. Gladly's droning voice behind, without bothering to ask for permission.

The ringing ceased before she could answer, but a message awaited her on the screen.

‘The PRT has issued an arrest warrant for Shadow Stalker.’

“Those bastards! Arresting me!” Sophia cursed out loud. She knew there could be numerous reasons for such a warrant, but she had no intention of sticking around to find out the charges.

Sophia needed to run.

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Minomon

Minomon was in Greg's room, strategizing on how to rescue the world.

"Brockton Bay is a real shithole huh.”

The Heroes were outnumbered. The Protectorate was incompetent. New Wave was mostly retired, with only two unpredictable teenage girls active.

The Villains were driven by selfish motives.

It is understandable why the Undersiders had saved Brockton Bay in the original timeline.

Munching on some Cheerios, Minomon contemplated the issue at hand.

"The solution is straightforward! I'll undergo digivolution until I can take on all the threats."

Digimon possessed the potential to destroy worlds, universes, and even dimensions. The question remained whether Minomon could evolve to that level of power.

Minomon thought about confronting and battling minor enemies, but he quickly dismissed the idea. It wasn't sufficient. Minomon realized it needed to evolve at least one more time into a Rookie Digimon before facing the undesirable elements in Brockton Bay.

Minomon started to consider what it would take to digivolve again. “Greg is going to need to give me a collection of Dragon Ball Manga.”

Minomon much on some more cheerios and said, “Currently I can throw pinecones. Spit out acid bubbles and create a barrier. Also it looks like I can enter computers.”

Minomon approached Greg's bed and interacted with the old phone left there. Digitizing himself, Minomon entered the phone.

Now situated in a compact room inside the phone, Minomon encountered hundreds of light switches. Being a Digimon, Minomon realized it had the ability to enter computers.

Each light switch in the room had a distinct effect on the phone. One switch activated the ring function, another pulled up the calculator, and yet another could shut down the phone, expelling Minomon from it.

Minomon also found the option to explore a computer, which was connected to the vast internet—a colossal network resembling straight wires. Navigating this network posed a risk of getting lost. The computer boasted millions of switches, with the first one being the power button, allowing Minomon to turn it on and off; the others remained a mystery.

After experimenting with various switches and uncovering different functionalities, Minomon exited the phone.

"I should see if I can access various computers."

Minomon came across a Game Boy Advance in Greg's drawer and decided to enter it.

The game loaded on the Game Boy Advance turned out to be Pokemon Emerald Kaizo.

To Minomon's surprise, some of its data had caused the game to recognize it as a Pokemon.

Now immersed in the pixelated Pokemon World, Minomon found itself facing various Pokemon.

Commenting on the situation, Minomon remarked, "This is quite fascinating..."

Engaging in battles with poorly pixelated Pokemon, Minomon performed poorly and suffered significant defeats, much to its embarrassment.

----

Greg was finally home. Minomon floated toward Greg with the Game Boy Advance in his hand.

Minomon said, “Greg! I know what we are doing today!”

Greg replied, “What exactly little guy?”

Minomon said with excitement, “We are going to beat Pokemon Emerald Kaizo!”

Greg gasped in shock and looked at Minomon like he was crazy. “You have no idea what your talking about! Pokemon Emerald Kaizo is impossible to beat! I reseted that game 28 times and I still never once beat it! I have a better chance of beating Mike Tyson who went to jail, came out of jail and decided to chug down a buffet full of steroids, then beat that sadistic psychopathic game!”

“Greg! I lost to a discount Digimon! I can enter the game and I can fight pixelated Pokemons! Aren’t you my partner! Help me regain my pride as a Digimon!”

Minomon gave Greg a teary look.

Greg sighed and nodded his head. “Looks like I am not winning this one. Alright let's beat Pokemon Emerald Kaizo together!”

Minomon cheered, “Yay!”

----

Greg was in his room and started a new game and deleted his old save file of Pokemon Emerald Kaizo.

Greg was now picking his character, a boy or girl.

“Greg, I have a question,” Minomon asked. MInomon was currently in the Game Boy Advance.

“Yeah Minomon,” Greg replied.

“Why did you pick a girl to play the game?”

“Because the girl is cute and if I am going to be playing a game for many hours I atleast want to be staring at the girl then a boy.”

“Fair point... Why did you name the character Taylor?”

“Is that an issue?”

“No, I think it is a great decision.”

Virtual Taylor was in a moving truck in the opening scene of the game.

The truck door opened.

Minomon, Greg and the Virtual Taylor started their adventure to become Pokemon Masters.

----

Virtual Taylor encountered Professor Birch being chased by a Zigzagoon.

Virtual Taylor went to the Birch bag to get a Pokemon.

There were three starter Pokemon.

Mudkip.

Torchic.

Minomon.

Virtual Taylor obviously picked the cute Minomon.

Minomon verses Zigzagoon.

Minomon taunted. “Alright you raccoon. I am going to beat you black and blue.”

Greg then said, “Hey Minomon?”

Minomon responded, “Yes Greg?

“Why are you level 1? Shouldn’t all starters be level 5? You are even lower level than the level 2 Zigzagoon.”

“Greg. I am Digimon in a Pokemon game. None of this should make sense.”

“Valid point. Continue the battle.”

Greg looked at the moves Minomon had.

Pinecone.

Worm Barrier.

Acid Bubbles.

Those were the three moves Minomon possessed.

Greg choosed Acid Bubbles.

Minomon shooted out bubbles at Zigzagoon.

Zigzagoon was hit by the acid bubbles and his health points went to zero.

Minomon got experience and leveled up.

Minomon gloated, “Let's beat up all the discounted Digimons! I demand more experience! I demand more levels! I demand more blood! HAHAHAHAHA”

----

Minomon appetite for battle knows no bounds.

Minomon slaughtered Igglybuff, Wurmple, Slugma on the route to face their destined rival.

Brendan.

Brendan had a Torchic which was easily defeated.

Minomon was now level 6.

----

Minomon was now facing Zigzagoon.

Virtual Taylor threw a pokeball and caught the Zigzagoon.

Minomon then asked Greg. “Hey Greg, why did you catch the Zigzagoon?”

“Oh. We need some pokemon to use Technical Moves.”

“Oh Ok... Well I don’t know what that means, I never played a pokemon game before. Still...Why are you naming it TM Slave?”

“Because Zigzagoon are the best TM Slaves.”

----

Minomon was watching a NPC Wally catch a Ralts with a pokemon ball.

Greg was sobbing T_T.

“Greg, what's wrong?” Minomon asked.

“That’s a shiny Ralts! A SHINY RALTS! Do you know how rare those are?”

“Uhm no.”

“You have one out of eight thousand chances of encountering a shiny pokemon. Wally even got a Ralts which the encounter rate is rare.”

“This must be karmic justice for enslaving Zigzagoon.”

“I will show Wally! I will get my own Shiny Ralts! I want my own awesome pokemon waifu!”

Greg then went on a crusade for his own Shiny Ralts.

Until Minomon convinced him to go back to the main storyline.

----

Minomon encountered a Wingull.

Virtual Taylor threw a pokeball at it.

Virtual Taylor successfully caught a Wingull.

“Greg... Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

“Hmm, what are we talking about.”

“Why are you naming the Wingull, Second TM Slave!”

“Well I am going to be using this Pokemon for its TM obviously.”

“How many more slaves do you need.”

“Two more at least. I am planning to get a Tentacool and Abra. Tentacool for dive and waterfall while the elusive Abra for teleport and flash.”

“Greg, are you a racist? Because it looks like you really like collecting slaves.”

“How is this racist if I’m using Pokemon as my slaves? Farmers use horses and you don’t even want to talk about what they do to cows and chickens.”

“Ugh. Your not supposed to be this smart! I swear karma is going to bite your ass. We need a new term then Slave then. It has negative connections.”

“Alright, Alright I will name the next pokemon something else.”

----

Greg and Minomon was facing the Rock Gym Leader Roxanne.

Minomon was level 22.

Greg wiped his brow. “Okay this is going to be a tough battle.In the original game it was two Geodudes and Nosepass. Now it's six totally different Pokemon in Kaizo. Are you ready Minomon!”

“I was born ready!”

Minomon's first opponent was Nosepass.

Greg chose the move Worm Barrier, which would protect Minomon for two turns.

Nosepass uses the move Rock Tomb.

Minomon Worm Barrier blocked it.

Greg choosed Acid Bubbles.

Nosepass has fainted.

Next pokemon was Relicanth.

Greg's eyes narrowed.

Greg picked the move for Minomon being Pinecone.

Minomon threw pinecones at Relicanth.

It was a critical hit. Relicanth fainted.

Lunatone was next.

Greg chose Worm Barrier, since the effect of the barrier was gone.

Lunatone uses Icy Wind.

Greg screams, “No!”

Minomon was hit by Icy Wind.

Minomon health points goes to zero.

Minomon exits the Game Boy Advance.

Greg asked worryingly, “Are you okay Minomon.”

Minomon answers. “I’m fine, it's just a game Greg.”

“A frustrating game. I kind of wanted a challenge. But I keep losing. How can I beat this game if I’m having trouble with the first Gym Leader...”

“Hey Greg, do you want to beat this game?”

“Yes I do.”

“Then you need strength. What is strength without persistence? Let's not give up and overcome all the challenges in our way! Let's win together!”

“You really are adorable and a little cheerleader! Alright! We are going to win together! Let's start grinding!”

“We are number one!”

----

Minomon was a menace to the Pokemon ecosystem.

He killed all the pokemons in the area multiple times until he grinded his level as high level 30.

If it wasn’t a game but real life, Minomon would have cause the extinction of multiple pokemons.

Virtual Taylor faced off against Rock Gym Leader Roxanne.

Minomon bulldozed through the pokemon with his incredible powers.

Nosepass fainted.

Relicanth fainted.

Lunatone fainted.

Lileep fainted.

Anorith fainted.

The final battle was between Minomon and Shuckle.

Shuckle was tanky, it took multiple hits from Minomon.

If Minomon received one more hit he would lose.

Greg gave Minomon a potion.

Roxanne gave Shuckle a potion.

Much to Greg and Minomon horror.

Finally after a long battle of attrition, Shuckle was defeated.

Greg and Minomon defeated Rock Gym Leader Roxanne.

Greg jumped into the air and cheered. “Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.”

Minomon started glowing.

Minomon was digivolving.

Greg's eyes widened.

Minomon started to say. “Minomon digivolving into! Wormmon!”

Wormmon said, “Well this is a nice surprise.”

Wormmon exited the Game Boy Advance!

Wormmon greeted Greg, “Sweet I evolved. Do you know what this means Greg?”

Greg shook his head, “No idea?”

Wormmon said with passion, “We are going to beat Pokemon Emerald Kaizo!”

Greg nodded his head. “Yeah, let's beat this sadistic game!”

Wormmon went back into the Game Boy Advance.

Greg and Wormmon will continue fighting other pokemons. Capturing more pokemon and adventuring the Pokemon world.

They missed a lot of days of school in the path of becoming Pokemon Masters.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg and Wormmon have done it. They have defeated Pokemon Emerald Kaizo.

It only took 127 hours. Exhausting his body and spirit to the beyond human limit. Selling his very soul to the devil. Yet he finally beat Pokemon Emerald Kaizo.

Greg's eyes were bloodshot and he was running on Mountain Dew and Flaming Hot Cheetos.

Wormmon left the game and digitized into the real world as the end credits were rolling. Wormmon collapsed in exhaustion.

Greg stood up and stretched his muscles. He unsteadily went to his computer and went to the PHO website.

Greg messaged one of his buddies on the PHO form.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: I finally beat Pokemon Emerald Kaizo.

GStringGirl: noob. I can beat that baby game in my sleep.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Fuck you

GStringGirl: Fuck you too. I am also higher than you on the TF2 leaderboard.Wanna have a match?

XxVoid_CowboyxX: No need to catch zzz.

Greg was going to collapse on his bed and get some needed sleep. However instead he went ahead and explored the PHO for anything interesting.

Greg looked into the two major gangs in Brockton Bay.

Azn Bad Boys or the ABB had two capes.

Lung the dragon of Kyushu who fought Leviathan to standstill as Japan was destroyed.

Oni Lee a murderous cloning and teleporting knightmare.

Empire Eighty Eighty had over twenty capes.

Kaiser is capable of generating blades on any surface.

“So these are the villains I am facing,” Greg said while narrowing his eyes.

PHO Brockton Bay had sightings and activities of different capes.

Greg scrolled through it and saw a picture that caught his eye.

It was Ward with a Hockey Mask and crossbow.

“Shadow Stalker is still around?” Greg said in surprise.

Greg checked the timestamp and realized it was from yesterday.

----

It was much later in the day when both Greg and Wormmon were awake that they had a discussion about Shadow Stalker.

Wormmon started out by ranting, “I knew it! I just knew that Protectorate is useless! They can’t even keep one Ward in check!”

Greg then asked, “What are we going to do then? Do you think she knows that we told the Protectorates?”

“She is on the run, she probably has bigger things to worry about. Yeah... Let's go arrest her.”

“Awesome! Does that mean we can go costume shopping!”

“Yes we need to go costume shopping and at least get you a mask. We are going to need tasers. Shadow Stalkers is weak to electricity.”

Greg stood up and did a dabbed pose, “Lookout Brockton Bay! The Master is coming!”

“Greg, that's a terrible name. Why do you want to be associated with becoming a slave owner? Are you racist by blood? Should I be worried that you will join the Empire Eighty Eight? Also considering Master is a PRT classification we need to change it.”

“I don’t like the PRT classification. But wait there more! I even have a name for you! Since you look like a caterpillar. I thought Bait would be appropriate.”

“My name is Wormmon, why should I be called Bait... Wait a second... your cape name is Master. My cape name is Bait.”

“Yes. I will be called Master as I command you to fight.”

“Master and Bait.”

“Yes. You will be known as Bait and I as Master.”

“Master Bait.”

“Yes. For the third time.”

“I am pleased with the names.”

The duo Greg and Wormmon were now going to fight crime in Brockton Bay as Master and Bait.

----

Greg needed money to start his Superhero career.

So Greg decided to sell his games in Gamestop.

The cashier that worked in Gamestop was a obese, glasses wearing person with a neck beard. Greg would describe him as a stereotypical image of a reddit moderator.

The cashier had a name tag that read Ryan.

Ryan asked Greg, “Can I help you?” Ryan asked in a condescending tone.

Greg smiled and bringed a box full of games that he wanted to sell, “Hey, I heard you guys buy used games. I've got a bunch here, looking to make some quick cash.”

Ryan roughly rifles through the box, “Let me take a look. I can give you a hundred bucks for the whole lot.”

Greg was astonished, “What? That's it? There are some valuable games in there!”

“Well, most of these have depreciated in value. That's the best I can offer.”

Greg pulled out Final Fantasy IX and waved in front of the employee, “Are you kidding me? I paid 60 bucks for this game!”

“Yeah, but the value has dropped since then. I can give you a fair price.”

“Fair price? I can sell this for at least 40 bucks online right now!”

“Look, it's not about what you can sell it for online. We have to consider the store's pricing and demand.”

“Pricing and demand? You're just lowballing me because you can.”

“If you don’t like the price go somewhere else!”

“Your joking with me!. You're selling Diablo 2 in bad condition for 160 bucks over there, but in this box, I've got a better condition one.” Greg pulls out the Diablo 2 from the box. “Is this some kind of scam your running!”

“Look, we're a business. We need to make money somehow. If you want a fair price, it's 160 for the whole box. Take it or leave it.”

Ring! Ring!

Greg’s phone rang at its highest volume.

Greg took out his Blackberry phone and placed it in his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

Wormmon answered, “I am Wormmon. Greg, do you see that metal flower?”

Greg looks and sees a pink rose shaped orb of metal in the display.

Greg answers, “Yeah.”

Wormmon then said, “That’s the Digimental of Kindness! It will help me Armor Digivolve! You need to buy it!”

Greg nodded his head, “Yeah you can count on me.”

Greg closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.

Greg stared at his mortal enemy with fury, Ryan the Gamestop employee.

Greg uttered the words, “I want to speak to you manager.”

Ryan smiled diabolically. He did a small spin, “Hello my name is Ryan the manager of Game Stop.”

“Oh no,” Greg said, trying to think of a plan. “I will sell all my video games for four hundred dollars. That’s twenty games each worth twenty dollars.”

Ryan said dismissively, “This isn't a flea market, you can’t bargain your way out of this.”

Greg breathed out, “Well you leave me no choice. I see you have Need To Speed up and running. Why don’t we play a game? If you win I will give you the games for free. If I win, I want you to accept my terms and give me one item from the GameStop store.”

Need For Speed is a game centered around illegal street racing and tasks players to complete various types of races while evading the local law enforcement in police pursuits.

Ryan grinned mischievously, “Of course I cannot give up such an opportunity. I will agree to the terms.”

Greg and Ryan started to play against each other in Need To Speed.

The game started.

Ryan started bragging, “Let me teach you something. I am not just an ordinary Manager of GameStop, I'm a grandmaster in video games. I played this game over thousands of hours! No one has ever beaten me!”

Greg defeated Ryan without much difficulty in Need To Speed.

Ryan collapsed in defeat. Ryan said in shock and awe, “How did you possibly win!?!”

Greg said boringly, “I have a talent for driving apparently. Not much of a challenge. I will be taking that rose decoration piece and trading all my games for 400 dollars.”

Ryan gritted his teeth, “Alright we had a deal. I found that metal sculpture near an alleyway near Winslow Highschool. Must have been some highschool art project. Your prize is a piece of junk.”

Greg nodded, “Awesome.”

Ryan then asked, “Do you want to be a member of Gamestop and join the Gamestop family?”

Greg asked, “...What benefits do I gain on becoming a member?”

Greg became a Gamestop member.

Greg gained 400 dollars.

Greg gained Digimental of Kindness.

----
Greg was in his apartment trying out his new costume.

He wears a cowboy hat, a yellow long-sleeved shirt with a red bandana around his neck, blue jeans, a brown belt with a holster, and cowboy boots. His outfit is reminiscent of the traditional attire of a cowboy.

On his face was a ridiculous large fly mask with large oval red eyes and his bottom half of his face visible.

Wormmon stared at Greg and said, “You look like a cowboy with a fly head.”

Greg responded, “I like cowboys.”

“But I guess this is what I will have to do,” Wormmon said. “Do you have the Digimental of Kindness with you?”

“Right here,” Greg pulled out the small Digimental out of his pocket.

“Good. When you prove you worthy of the Digimental of Kindness. I can Armor Digivolve.”

“How do I prove I’m worthy?”

“I am not even sure. Digimon powers run on friendship can beat everything logic.”

Greg asked, “Okay... Are we going to fight crime?”

Wormmon answered, “One baby step at a time.”

Chapter Text

POV Taylor Hebert

Taylor found herself seated in a Winslow Highschool classroom, her attention fixated on the vacant chair and desk that should have been occupied by a specific student.

Her week at school appeared outwardly normal, but beneath the surface, Taylor waited for the other shoe to drop.

The absence of a crucial member in their trio was glaringly evident. Sophia had been missing from school for a week. Despite her reluctance, Taylor couldn't escape the whispers circulating about Sophia's fate.

The most innocent conclusion reached by everyone regarding Sophia's whereabouts was that she was unwell. However, darker speculation hinted at a more ominous scenario, the Empire might have orchestrated an attack on her.

Regardless of the reason, Taylor anxiously awaited the next move in the bully campaign orchestrated by Emma.

Noticing Greg's absence in school, Taylor couldn't dismiss the thought that the simultaneous disappearances of Greg and Sophia were more than mere coincidence.

The student body correctly assumed Greg was skipping school to indulge his gaming addiction.However Taylor had other ideas.

Greg's connection to a small creature named Leafmon. Taylor contemplated the various possibilities of what exactly Leafmon was. Could it be a projection, a creation of tinkering, or even a Case 53.

She pondered how Leafmon had found her and deduced her as a Parahuman. Taylor resolved to inquire about this when she next encountered Leafmon.

The bell rang. Taylor collected her book and went straight home.

----

Upon returning home, Taylor noticed her father absorbed in the TV, seemingly lost in thought. Slipping onto the couch, she greeted him with a simple, "Hi Dad."

Danny managed a slight smile and inquired about her day, "How was school?"

Her response was a casual, "It was normal." Despite Danny's weak smile in return, Taylor couldn't find the energy to reciprocate.

With a nod, Danny resumed his TV watching, and Taylor couldn't help but wonder how, despite being mere feet away from her dad, she felt a considerable distance between them.

Deciding to retreat to her room, Taylor planned to tackle her homework and assignments before heading to the basement to continue working on a suit crafted by spiders. Slowly rising from the couch, she made her way towards her room.

Knock. Knock.

Taylor halted as the sound of a knock on the front door reached her ears. Making her way to the door, she swung it open to find Greg standing there, donned in cowboy attire, sporting a lopsided grin. Perched on his shoulder was a large cat size caterpillar that seemed beyond Taylor's control.

From the couch, Danny inquired, "Taylor, who is it?"

"Just a classmate," Taylor called back.

Casting Greg a stern glance, she questioned, "What do you want?"

The large caterpillar on Greg's shoulder asked, “Do you want to talk inside your home or outside?”

Frowning, Taylor turned back to her Dad, announcing, "Dad, I'll be outside for a bit."

“Ok Taylor,” Danny responded.

Taylor and Greg retreated from the house, stepping onto the sidewalk. Taylor couldn't help but think Greg was being foolish, openly revealing himself as a cape.

The giant bug introduced himself, “Hi we meant before. I was actually Leafmon. Now with the power of friendship I shared with Greg, I was able to evolve into Wormmon.”

Taylor inquired, "What are you?"

Wormmon answered, “Hopeful for you, a new friend.”

Taylor then asked a question that sound like a demand, "What do you want?"

Wormmon answered, “Well let me tell you a bit of a story. Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Greg here told the PRT of her crimes and involvement in the Locker Incident. The PRT are trying to capture their runaway Ward.”

Taylor's heart raced, and she was unaware of the intensity of her breaths. The world seemed to spin around her.

Sophia Hess turned out to be Shadow Stalker.

Sophia was a goddamn hero.

The revelation felt like it was unraveling Taylor's world.

Greg then said, “Awesome now I can talk right.”

Wormmon answered happily, “You did good Greg. Keeping your mouth shut so you don’t violate the NDA you signed.”

Greg smiled happily, “Awesome. Now let's beat up Sophia and be heroes.”

Wormmon said, “It looks like we need to wait until Taylor recovers from the fact bomb we hit her with.”

Taylor asks, “How do I know your telling the truth?”

Greg answered, “Well we can be here all day asking like hundreds of questions. But honestly we got no time for that. Taylor lets teams up! We are going to finally get revenge on those bullies. I thought I washed my hands of this problem when I revealed the crimes Sophia committed while in the civilian identity. Yet she escaped because of the PRT blunder. Anyway, let's team up and bring Shadow Stalker to justice!”

Taylor answered, “Sorry Greg, I am not interested in getting revenge on Sophia.”

Wormmon then said, “It is a good decision not to go on a dangerous, life threatening quest that would put you in harm's way. I am saddened that your not going to join us, but I think it will be beneficial to have a heart and heart talk with your father about your emotional baggage. Before it becomes a real problem. Just some advice to one of your biggest fans.”

Taylor responded, “...I changed my mind. Lets takedown Sophia.”

Greg perked up and said, “Awesome.”

Wormmon was extremely confused. It tilted his head cutely and said. “Wait, did I miss something?”

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

The trio Taylor, Wormmon and Greg were walking at night in Downtown Brockton Bay.

Wormmon was riding on Greg's shoulder.

Wormmon couldn’t help but stare at Taylor Hebert who was wearing a dark hoodie and pants. She was wearing an Alexandria mask. Wormmon felt it was a dark kind of irony.

“I'm going to tell you in advance, you don't need to wear a cape costume. With your powers, you can fight at a distance. Heck, it might be a safe idea,” Wormmon said.

Taylor responded, “I rather not take the chance.”

Greg then said, “Yeah I think I am digging the Alexander look.”

Wormmon nearly exhaled and said, “Please keep your hormones in check... Master. Your acting like a simp.”

Greg responded, “What’s wrong with a compliment?”

Wormmon ignored Greg and felt an unease from the way Taylor was acting. Wormmon started to recall a passage in the story of Parahuman Worm, about how Lisa basically said Taylor was using being a hero as a form of suicide.

Wormmon must have forgotten that undesired character trait of Taylor since she had such world breaking achievements. Warlord Skitter who fought three S rank threats to protect her home. Heroic Weaver who was instrumental in the defeat of the Endbringer Behemoth. Khepri who killed a near omnipotent alien Scion.

Wormmon was the biggest fan of Taylor Hebert in the world. He even admitted to himself that he was a hero worshiping Taylor. Wormmon made a promise, he will not forget that Taylor was still a human and made mistakes.

Taylor then said something that stopped Wormmon self reflection, “If we are going to continue to work together I need to ask. How did you discover that I was a parahuman?”

Wormmon had prepared a perfect lie and had a plan within a plan. He was waiting for this moment for a week. “I’m a time traveler.”

Greg responded first with a loud voice, “What?”

Taylor was surprised. “Wait really?”

Wormmon nodded his head, “Yup.”

Taylor then asked skeptically, “Can you prove it?”

Wormmon then said, “You know the butterfly effect right. If I tell you, it might affect the future.”

Taylor then said, “I still want to know.”

Wormmon answered, “Well if you insist. You become a world famous hero. I was actually one of your biggest fans. I do love you Taylor. But some of your decisions were well, I can’t exactly agree on.”

Greg then said, “That awesome! Your going to be an awesome hero! Let's work together and get fame, glory and all the bitches.”

Taylor then said, “Are you going to tell me what decisions you don’t like me making?”

Wormmon answered, “You shot a baby and killed it.”

Greg yelled out, “What!”

Taylor bristled and said, “Give me some context, why I would ever do such a thing.”

Wormmon answered, “Well the baby was born from Kaiser and Purity. So you tracked down Purity and purposely shot her baby.”

Greg then said, “Wow that got dark really fast. I don’t think we can be together if your going around and killing babies.”

Taylor then yelled, “I don’t even like you Greg!”

Wormmon said, “Alright that's enough. Taylor, can you use your bugs to find Shadow Stalker?”

Taylor opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to hesitate. She simply nodded her head, “Okay.”

Wormmon said, “Great.”

----

Wormmon was standing on the roof of a building.

It didn’t take long for Shadow Stalker to make an entrance by jumping off another building and landing on the same roof as Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “We meet at last Shadow Stalker.”

Buzz. Buzz.

A swarm of different bugs were behind Shadow Stalker. Worrmmon had asked Taylor to guide Shadow Stalker to this very rooftop.

Shadow Stalker growled menacingly and harshly yelled, “Your the freak that’s been harassing me! I am going to make sure your dead!’

Shadow Stalker had pointed her crossbow at Wormmon.

Wormmon then declared, "I'll provide an escape route. Surrender to the PRT or face a humiliating defeat!"

In response, Shadow Stalker scoffed, "I won't lose to some bugs and a bigger bug."

Wormmon gleefully remarked, "I'm going to enjoy this!"

Shadow Stalker shot an arrow from her crossbow at Wormmon.

"Worm Wheel!" Wormmon quickly curled into a ball and rolled away, narrowly avoiding the arrow.

Undeterred, Shadow Stalker continued firing arrows and pursued the small Digimon.

Wormmon changed the course of his rolling, chasing after Shadow Stalker.

"Petit Tackle!" Wormmon swiftly tackled Shadow Stalker.

Passing through Shadow Stalker's shadowy, smokey form, Shadow Stalker remained unaffected.

Shadow Stalker started to fire more arrows which Wormmon dodged.

A swarm of bugs started to attack Shadow Stalker. Forcing her to go to her shadowy state.

Shadow Stalker tried to run, the swarm followed her.

Shadow Stalker started to randomly fire arrows all around her.

An active taser was airdropped from the swarm toward Wormmon.

"Silk Thread!" Wormmon spat out a silk thread, catching the taser.

Wormmon then whipped the taser at Shadow Stalker.

The taser hit Shadow Stalker's shadowy form.

"Aaaahhh!" Shadow Stalker screamed as she got tased.

Shadow Stalker reverts out of her shadowy breaker form.

To Wormmon's surprise, Shadow Stalker begins to flee.

Determined not to let Shadow Stalker escape, Wormmon uses his silk thread and taser, aiming at the retreating Shadow Stalker.

As Shadow Stalker reaches the edge of the building, she is struck by the taser shock.

“Aaaahhh! You bitch!” Shadow Stalker yells.

Shadow Stalker tumbled from the tall building, descending toward the concrete sidewalk below.

With a loud impact, Shadow Stalker collided with the unforgiving sidewalk.

Wormmon peered over the edge of the building.

Greg and Taylor cautiously approached Wormmon to observe the spot where Shadow Stalker met her doom.

Greg said in horror, “Oh no we killed her.”

Taylor said in a neutral tone, “Oh... What a shame.”

Sophia groaned in pain.

Wormmon said in relief, “Look! She's alive!”

Taylor said in a sad tone, “What a shame.”

Wormmon said to Taylor, “Taylor please go get therapy. We want you to not go down the path that leads you to killing babies.”

Greg nodded his head and in full agreement said. “Yes Taylor, killing babies is a bad thing.”

Taylor stared coldly at Greg and Wormmon.

----

Wormmon and Greg were waiting for the Heroes to arrive.

Taylor decided to ditch the two and headed home.

Velocity was the hero that arrived at the scene.

Wormmon and Greg were standing in front of Shadow Stalker's fallen body.

Velocity said with no joking tone, “What happened to Shadow Stalker.”

Greg proudly said, “We took her down!”

Wormmon quickly injected, “Look she’s not dead and I know that the PRT is looking to arrest her. We’re heroes trying to help you.”

Greg then dabbed and said, “We are Master and Bait, the new heroes in Brockton Bay.”

Velocity nodded grimly, “Okay let me atleast get your statements.”

Greg started narrating the epic tale. Much to Velocity horror.

Wormmon was impressed that Greg could talk an hour long without breathing.

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

Wormmon was looking through the computer. Specifically he was gathering information.

Greg was sleeping in his bed completely oblivious to Wormmon nefarious schemes.

“Hmm. I guess the Travelers are still in Boston,” Wormmon concluded. Seeing an article of a recent robbery the Travelers committed in the city.

Wormmon had decided he was going to defeat Coil.

Without Coil the Travelers wouldn’t come to Brockton Bay.

If the Traveler didn’t come to Brockton Bay then Echidna wouldn’t come to the Brockton Bay.

Without Echidna in Brockton Bay, then Leviathan wouldn’t come to Brockton Bay.

If Wormmon played his cards right. Brockton Bay would avoid two disasters striking Brockton Bay.

Even though some other poor city will have to deal with the city destroying monsters.

Which Wormmon was fine with, let the bad luck be spread somewhere else.

“They're still Bakuda... hmmm... I don’t think I am the best person to deal with her,” Wormmon pondered while munching on some cheerios.

Wormmon lacked the power and intelligence to deal with Bakuda. It was a team effort to take her down.

Wormmon recalled that it was the Protectorate that eventually dealt with her.

Coil was more manageable.

Greg started to stir and awake, “Hey Wormmon what time is it?”

Wormmon answered, “It is midday.”

Greg stretched, “Okay.”

Wormmon then said, “Greg, you are going to need to get a driving license.... And a car.”

Greg smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically, “No problemo boss.”

“Hmmm... Hey Greg, I have a problem... I don’t know if your the best person to talk about it. Since I doubt there really is an answer to my dilemma. Guess the theme of this world, there really aren't any nice solutions. Only hard choices...”

“What is bugging you then? I will lend you an ear.”

“My first problem is Bakuda. She is a tinker that bombs the hell out of Brockton Bay. You can’t kill her since she has a dead man switch and her bombs are scary, the bombs can turn you into glass. Trap you into Greyboy bubbles. And like other horrible things. I don’t know how to take her down!”

“Bombs huh. Do you know where she is so we can ambush her?”

“Well... Kind of, but I don’t want to screw up the timeline. You know Taylor’s future. I am not making sense am I? I am already screwing with her future!? I guess I want Taylor to be strong. If I fail, I want her to continue to be a savior...”

“It sounds to me there's a lot of stuff your not telling me. From all the clues your giving. Taylor is super important huh.”

“I am her biggest fan,” Wormmon said in reverence.

“Huh, guess your super Taylor fangirl or a fanboy? Huh maybe a fanbug?”

“Anyhow about the Bakuda problem. How do I deal with her?”

“If you can’t figure a way to beat her. Then let's get someone that can. Let's talk to the Protectorates.”

“Eww. No,” Wormmon said in disgust.

“What? Do you have a problem with the Protectorates?”

“The Heroes are either corrupt or incompetent. In the future they keep getting in the way of helping Brockton Bay, actually they're like parasites and actually harm the city.”

“They aren’t that bad...”

“When was the last time Brockton Bay Protectorates arrested a villainous cape!”

Greg paused to think about the question, “Well there was Hookwolf, but he escaped well... I can’t remember...”

“Okay... Okay... Here is what we will do. We will go to the Protectorate and tell them about the bombing Bakuda is going to commit. I want to at least reduce how many people die.”

“Why not try to capture her yourself? I mean if she is that much of a threat.”

“Bakuda is like a minefield. One wrong move we are toast. We don't have the skills to navigate that minefield. Do you want to be human meatball Greg, or stuck in Greyboy bubble? I rather go with my plan of informing the PRT even though they wouldn't do anything.”

“Alright, let's go with your plan!”

Wormmon didn’t have a lot of time to prepare.

Today the story of Parahuman Worm begins.

On this day, Taylor wore her costume for the first time, embarking on her journey as a hero. Surprisingly, her path led her to unexpected success as a villain, and even after quitting, she was offered her job back because she was a very good villain.

----

Wormmon was searching for a Coil’s base in Downtown Brockton Bay.

Which was easier said than done on his stubby legs.

It turns out there were multiple Endbringer Shelter and other buildings that Coil owned that could be his evil lair.

Wormmon was going to have to check each and everyone of them.

Wormmon tried to psyche himself up because he was on a mission with a small deadline.

“Damn your a fucking big bug,” A homeless man said to Wormmon.

A middle-aged homeless man was around a metal drum which was on fire.

The homeless man asked, “Got any change?”

Wormmon responded, “I don't even have pockets.”

“Oh. Do you have a name? My name is Jim Broskali,” the homeless Jim introduced himself.

“I'm... well... my name is Bait,” Wormmon said.

Jim said, “What kind of dumb name is Bait. Your a case 53?”

“Oh no this is how I was born.”

“You were always a bug?”

“Well I first hatched from an egg. Then guess I was mature to this form you see before you.”

“Huh, you know that Brockton Bay is the armpits of America. A real cesspool. It will be best if you skedaddle from this godforsaken city and live somewhere else. You seem like a real nice bug and this city will literally eat you up and spit you out.”

“You are speaking the wicked truth. Issue is I have so much business here. A lot of irons in the fire. Oh why good man, are you staying in the Bay. With all the gang violence.”

“Mostly the weather. It doesn't get cold at night. Besides their other homeless bastards like me and we can look out for each other. Besides, where would I go? Atleast, I know what I am dealing with in this godforsaken city. In Boston there isn't a homeless population since Accord takes care of the homeless if you understand my meaning... I guess the main reason is nostalgia.”

“Your a native to Brockton Bay huh.”

"Yeah, in the days of my youth, this city wore a different face, a happier one, not this grim and beaten-down visage it sports now. There was hope in the air, streets cleaner than a preacher's conscience, and crime was manageable levels. Cargo flowed in from across the seas, European nations like Spain, France, and Germany. But then disaster after disaster struck," Jim narrated with a heavy breath, the weight of memories settling like dust.

Jim continued, his voice carrying the weariness of one who's seen too much, "The descent into darkness truly began with the emergence of parahumans. Germany's Gesellschaft sent their men to this very town, birthing the Empire 88, haunting the alleys where the Black Communities dwelled. And that's not even scratching the surface, Marquis carving through heroes, Lustrum celebrating by castrating men. Let's not forget the flood of refugees from Japan after Kyushu's fall, birthing the Azn Bad Boys.”

Jim seemed to deflate and said, “The shipping industry dried up because of the Endbringers. I think it started really bad when BEHEMOTH attacked France Lyon. It changed the politics and the Europeans decided they didn’t want to trade with America anymore. Now we are left with a dying city that is infested by gangsters.”

“Sounds rough,” Wormmon said.

“Yeah, I used to own an Ice Cream Truck, then it was demolished by Empire 88 gangsters and that damn insurance company wouldn’t pay for the damages. I had other jobs, janitors, window cleaner and well,” Jim exhaled. “This city takes a toll on you.”

“Yeah it does. But we have to keep trying.”

“I thought about abandoning Brockton Bay. Yet by the time I decided to cut my losses, the city of Brockton Bay had abandoned me. Now I am just waiting for death.”

“How depressing... I am going to be a hero and turn this city's fate around. Oh Yeah, I think I got sidetracked. Do you know Coil territory? Coil likes to use mercenaries with tinker tech guns.”

“The mercenaries I saw hanging on 27th street,” Jim pointed to his right.

“I am so far away, I am on 4th street. So much walking left to do. Anyway thanks Jim, I hope you have good luck. I have got to go do hero work.”

“Good luck, strange bug,” Jim responded, “And if you ever do become a big time superhero, spare me some change.”

“Will do Jim. Will do,” Worrmmon restarted his search for Coil’s base.

----

Wormmon spotted Coil's mercenaries positioned on a building. From a concealed corner, he observed them and quickly ducked as their attention turned in his direction. Aware that he needed the cover of darkness, Wormmon planned to stealthily infiltrate the building he suspected to be Coil's base.

“Much easier said than done,” Wormmon grumbled.

Taking a cautious glance around the corner to ensure the mercenaries weren't monitoring him, Wormmon contemplated his approach to gaining access to the building. Noticing a camera on the building, he decided to utilize it for entry.

"I don’t want to be spotted. I'll have to move into the camera's blind spot," Wormmon muttered to himself. With patience, he awaited the mercenaries' withdrawal.

It seemed like an eternity before the mercenaries finally distanced themselves from the edge where Wormmon observed the building. Seizing the opportunity, Wormmon swiftly rolled his entire body towards the building, concentrating on reaching the blind spot of the camera.

Halting his roll upon reaching the building, Wormmon commenced climbing the walls, ascending to the top where the camera was situated.

Wormmon was a foot away from the camera, he digitized into the camera.

Wormmon was now in a small room, inside the camera.

He saw a line of different colors of data that connected to other devices and one connected to the huge internet. He also saw a single light switch which he assumed would turn the camera off.

Wormmon started exploring.

Digital space didn’t have gravity so Wormmon was floating in the air. Wormmon wiggled his way forward.

There was boxy rooms that were connected by different colored cables.

Wormmon followed those cables and entered the boxy room.

Wormmon was now in a different boxy room which he assumed was another camera since it pointed to another corner of the building.

Wormmon had to continue exploring the digital space.

Wormmon found another camera that was looking at a garage filled with cars.

Wormmon jumped from one camera to another camera.

Wormmon was exploring the building through the cameras.

The locker room.

The cafeteria.

The stairs.

The hallways

The armory.

The monitor room.

The bathroom.

Wormmon found Coil looking at his computer, watching the Undersiders

Wormmon rubbed his stubs together. “Jackpot.”

Chapter Text

POV Taylor

As Taylor sat in class, diligently taking notes while Mrs. Knott delivered her lesson, her thoughts were consumed by the troubling realization that Shadow Stalker, a Ward who was supposed to be a hero, was one of her bullies. It became increasingly evident to her why the trio of bullies seemed to escape consequences effortlessly. It wasn't just because of the indifferent attitude of Winslow High School staff and students. It was also because they were unwilling to take action against their beloved Ward.

Mrs.Knott stops the lectures as it is nearly lunchtime. Reminding the class of the homework assignment.

Taylor hurried out of the classroom, her heavy book bag weighing her down like a burden she couldn't shake. The memory of the locker incident still lingered in her mind and she couldn’t go near own locker without having flashbacks on that day. She couldn't bear the thought of facing Emma and her entourage of bullies.

She avoided making eye contact with anyone, her gaze fixed on the floor as she navigated the crowded hallway.

As Taylor neared a flight of stairs, a sudden force slammed into her back, sending her stumbling forward.

Panic surged through Taylor as she fought to regain her balance, her arms flailing wildly in an attempt to catch herself. But it was too late. With a sickening thud, she tumbled down the stairs, each step feeling like a jagged edge tearing into her flesh.

Her glasses flew from her face, clattering against the hard floor below. The weight of her bookbag dragged her down, the straps digging into her shoulders like sharp claws.

Finally, Taylor came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, her body aching and bruised, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her books lay scattered around her like fallen soldiers, their pages crumpled and torn. And above her, she could hear the cruel laughter of her bullies echoing in the hallway.

Despite the pain, Taylor refused to show weakness in front of her tormentors.

"Aw, look at her, guys," Emma continued, gesturing to her friends who had gathered around. "Can't even walk straight without tripping over her own feet. What a loser."

The other girls laughed cruelly, their mocking voices echoing off the walls of the hallway. Taylor's heart sank with each jeer, but she refused to let them see how much their words hurt her.

"Go ahead, Taylor, keep pretending like you're not the most useless person alive," Emma sneered, stepping closer to her. "But we all know the truth. You're nothing but a walking disaster."

Taylor clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control her rising anger. She wanted to lash out, to scream at Emma and her cronies to leave her alone. But deep down, she knew it would only make things worse.

Ignoring Emma's taunts, Taylor brushed past her and put as much distance between herself and her bullies as possible.

Taylor was determined to be a hero.

Fate would have it that on her first outing as a cape she ended up meeting Lung and the Undersiders.

Chapter Text

Greg was standing outside the DMV with Bill.

Greg now had a probationary driving license courtesy of the DMV.

Greg was smiling with a wide smile on his face as he held the license in the air.

Bill then looked at the DMV with confusion, “How the fuck did you passed the written test. Your grades are lower than the Mariana Trench.”

Greg responded with a grin. “If I really want something I can buckle down and study. Plus grandpa allowed me to drive his truck when I was at the farm. It was easy as... huh I can’t think of something super easy.”

“Greg,” Bill said in a tone that he meant business, “I want you to drive responsibly. That means no alcohol or drugs in your system when your behind the wheel. There are a countless number of teens your age that come to the ER and are either crippled for life or dead. I swear fucking teenagers think they're invincible or something,” Bill said, taking out a cigarette and lit it with a match.

“I heard you loud and clear. I am going to show my mother my driving license.”

Greg took out his blackberry phone and held it far from his face as he posed infront of it holding his driving license close.

With a click and flash he had a picture of himself and his new probationary license.

Greg sent the picture through phone messages and email.

Greg waited and didn't get a response from his mother.

“Grace, not responding,” Bill said, blowing on his cigarette and blowing out small cloud of smoke.

“Mother will get back to me.”

“Yeah she will. Want to get a burger at a pub?”

“Yeah, let's go.”

----

Greg and Wormmon were standing in front of the Brockton Bay PRT Department.

Greg was wearing his cape costume and ready to take action and do some real hero work.

Wormmon was confused, “Wait, I thought we were going to that base with a shield in the bay?”

Greg answered, “That’s the Protectorates Headquarters”

“Why are the PRT and Protectorates Headquarters two different places? What good would the Protectorates Headquarters do in the middle of the ocean?”

“Well the official answer is to inspire hope in the city.”

“This city is one push away from being condemned!”

“Another reason is that it is easier to defend and the villains will have a tough time escaping from prison if they're in the middle of the ocean.”

“I can tell you with great confidence that it doesn't work.” Wormmon exhales and says, “It tells me very loudly that the Protectorate are out of touch with the rest of the city.”

“They can’t be that bad,” Greg said before entering the PRT Department with Wormmon snuggly carried in his arms.

The receptionist was a pretty lady with a nervous smile. She seems to be reaching under her desk and pushing something.

Before Greg could even cross the polish floor and talk to the receptionist, a large group of PRT Troopers stormed into the reception room and line up the walls.

Wormmon then said sarcastically, “What a warm welcome.”

Greg decided to ignore the Troopers and went to the receptionist.

Greg then said to the receptionist and said, “Hello I am a hero, you don’t need to be scared of me. My name is Master and this is Bait.”

The receptionist responded, “How can I help you?”

“I want to talk to the person in charge. I have vital information I want to share with them.”

“The Director has gone home and is unavailable. But you can talk to the Deputy Director Renick.”

“Sure, let me talk to him.”

----

In the Interrogation Room, Greg and Wormmon was waiting for Renick.

It took two hours before the Deputy Director Renick finally entered the room and sat across from Greg and Wormmon.

Renick introduced himself, “Hello, I am Renick, the Deputy Director of the ENE PRT. You are known as Master, correct? Please tell me the reason for your visit.”

Greg responded. “Hello Deputy Director Renick, we've got a serious problem. I can see the future, and there's a large... no humongous danger to the city.”

“What do you mean? Please elaborate on the danger.”

“The ABB has a Bomb Tinker named Bakuda. She is a super crazy man and she's planning to blow up multiple places across the city! My powers gave me a vision of it.”

“We can't just act on visions without concrete evidence. Do you have anything to back up this claim?”

“My powers are my evidence! Lives are at stake here!”

“I appreciate your concern. We'll look into it, but we can't jump into action solely based on your unverified power.”

“Look, Deputy Director, there's no time for bureaucracy! Lives are in danger, she is literally putting bombs into people's heads! We can prevent it if you act now.”

“We have procedures to follow. We can't just create panic without proper verification. It doesn’t help that you have zero evidence and expect us to go on a man hunt for a tinker in this city. Thankyou for bringing this to our attention and we will investigate your claims.”

“You don't get it! We only have four days before the bombing starts. Are you going to let the people die without at least giving them a warning?”

“We take every threat seriously, but we can't compromise the safety of the public by spreading unverified information. We also haven’t built trust with each other to justify such extreme actions.”

“Procedures won't save lives if we don't act swiftly! You have the power to inform the public and save them.”

“I understand your urgency, but we need to follow the right channels. We'll investigate this thoroughly and take necessary actions.”

“My god, you guys are so colossally stupid!”

Wormmon shook his head, “Let's go Master. We did all we could.”

Renick gave Greg and Wormmon a brochure of the Ward program. “I know better than anyone that the rules and regulations might seem strict, yet there is a reason for them. I hope you consider registering as an independent hero or better yet join our Ward program.”

Greg then said, “I want a 10 million dollar sign in bonus.”

Wormmon was horrified and said, “You will sell your soul for a pitiful 10 million dollars! Even if they give you a billion, don't accept their offer.”

Renick replied, “We don’t offer that much to Ward members. We can offer safety, experience with veterans heroes and also a generous wages.”

Greg looked interested.

Wormmon replied, “Don’t listen to him! If you become a Ward member you’ll never be able to take down the villains, you will be stuck as a mascot!”

Greg stroked Wormmon's head and asked Renick, “When would you announce the threat of Bakuda blowing up the city?”

Renick answered, “When it is verified.”

“How useless,” Greg said sadly, “Alright if that’s all, I guess we will have to leave. Let's get out of here.”

Renick asked Wormmon, “Your name is Bait correct? Are you by any chance a Case 53? We have federal programs to help people in such unfortunate situations.”

Wormmon responded, “I am not a Case 53 and I am not interested in any of your offers a oil snake seller gives me. Let's go Master.”

Greg and Wormmon was escorted out the PRT by the Troopers.

----

Greg was walking with Wormmon in his hands. Looking at the Protectorate Base on the horizon.

Greg finally started to understand what it meant to never meet your heroes. His disappointment was unmeasurable.

Greg had hoped that the PRT would take swift actions and inform the public of the threat Bakuda posed. Now he realized the PRT was useless.

Greg and Wormmon might not be able to defeat Bakuda.

Greg was definitely going to tell the Brockton Bay population the danger Bakuda posed.

Greg thought that is what a hero would do. Take risk to save as many people as they can.

Greg said loudly, “Hey Bait, we need to tell the public about Bakuda.”

Wormmon replied, “Are we spreading the information online?”

Greg said, “Nope, we are going to break into the local television stations and tell the good citizens of Brockton Bay about Bakuda's nefarious plan.”

Wormmon was silent. “...Are you sure? The Protectorates and PRT will call you a villain.”

Greg said, “Can I really call myself a hero if I don’t take risks to save as many lives as I can. I know we can’t go after Bakuda. We’re just weak. I just don’t want to abandon the people of Brockton Bay...”

Wormmon replied stressed, “Look! I don’t want you to be a martyr for the Brockton Bay population. There are better ways to spread the information without risking life imprisonment or worse joining the PRT.”

“If we want to save the most people, we are going to have to take risks.”

Wormmon exhaled, “Your hearts in this dumb plan. Huh...Screw it! Let's break into the television station!”

Greg said loudly, “Master and Bait will be on live television.”

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Immediately after having the disaster meeting with the PRT, Greg and Wormmon went to the News Station.

The North Eastern North News Stations was the local news channel where the average citizen of Brockton Bay gets their news.

Greg and Wormmon were going to break in while the news program was live and deliver a warning of the Bakuda’s bombing.

Greg, dressed in costume, moved toward the NENN News Stations with confident steps. Wormmon was on his shoulder.

Greg tried to open the NENN door and found it locked, “No problem! I got a door opener.”

Wormmon replied in surprised, “You can pick locks?”

Greg smiled deviously and pulled out his Desert Eagle from his gun holster. “Nope! I have a gun!”

Greg pointed the Desert Eagle at the door and pulled the trigger. Bang.

A hole was made into the door.

Wormmon asked confusingly, “Where did you get the gun?”

Greg answered with a large grin, “America!”

Wormmon nodded sagely, “Of course.”

Greg and Wormmon entered the Newstations.

It wasn’t long before someone blocked their way.

“What are you doing here with that weird costume,” A pretty brunette lady fixing her makeup and carrying a coffee asked the pair.

“Which way is the live television broadcast! We got important news to deliver.”

“Is that you Sam? Are you trying to pull a mean joke?” The lady tried to snatch Greg’s mask.

Greg pointed the gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Bang!

“Holy shit!” The lady dropped her coffee and jumped back at the sound.

The lady started to run on high heels. She tripped miserably and got up and wobbled away.

Wormmon said, “Master your trigger happy.”

Greg replied, “Bait. Bait. Bait. Bait. Bait. Violence is a language. Besides, I am doing this for the greater good.”

“Yeah, Never say we’re doing this for the greater good again. Sadly it can also mean you can commit an unending number of sins to accomplish the greater good. I like to think we are just picking the lesser evil.”

“Let's continue and keep searching.”

Greg continued his search for the room that had the live television broadcast.

----

Greg found the news studio with two news anchors delivering the live broadcast of the news to the camera.

The news anchors were a youthful and appealing pair, consisting of the Japanese individuals Yamamoto Miki and Koga Hajime.

Their fanbase consists of basically everyone under the age of thirty loving them.

Greg was steps away from the news desk.

Miki and Hajime spotted Greg, but continued to deliver the news in a calm and collected voice. Greg admired their professionalism for not reacting even though he was about 10 feet away from the pair.

Greg inhaled and exhaled. He was going to go on live camera and deliver a message.

Greg searched for his pocket for the paper that he wrote down what he was going to say on live camera where everyone in the city could see.

Greg couldn’t find the paper. Greg couldn’t help but say, “Oh no.”

Wormmon said in a monotone voice, “You forgot the paper?”

“I have it right here,” Greg was searching his front pockets, then checking his back pockets in a frenzy.

Greg had lost the paper with his lines.

An old man with glasses and graying hair with a clipboard and an earpiece in his ear was infront of Greg and Wormmon. The old man whispered furiously, “What are two doing here! We are live! Get out of here!”

Greg's eyes brightened when he saw the clipboard, “Perfect!”

Greg took Wormmon off his shoulder and handed it to the old man.

The old man was confused about being handed a digimon. The old man was so distracted that he didn’t notice Greg taking the clipboard.

Greg started to write something on the clipboard paper with mad abandonment.

The older man said, “What is this thing? Why is it so warm and soft?”

Wormmon responded, “Hi I am ...Bait. You know Master, I am not really loving the name. Hopefully it will grow on me.”

The old man cursed loudly, “What the fuck! It talks!”

Greg took Wormmon from the old man and placed the digimon back on his shoulder and Greg said honestly, “Thanks.”

Greg walked toward the news desk

The old man reached his hand toward Greg’s direction and yelled, “Wait!”

Greg ignored the old man's pleas and continued to walk forward.

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Greg was walking infront of the camera and sat in a chair next to Yamamoto Miki.

Koga Hajime was talking about a fund raiser and Greg waited patiently for him to finish talking.

Greg placed Wormmon on the desk.

When Hajime was done speaking, he finally asked the question. “It looks like we have a surprise guest on our program. Can you introduce yourself.”

Greg was nervous, however he knew that people couldn’t tell he was nervous. He was going to fake it until he was going to make it, “Hello Hajime. I like your work. Well I’m a cape known as the Master. This little guy is called Bait.”

Wormmon raised his stub and gave a little wave, “Hi I’m Bait.”

Miki then asked, “Tell me Master and...” Miki took a deep breath and said, “Bait... Why have you decided to give us a visit?”

Greg responded, “I want to warn everyone in Brockton Bay about a future disaster. A villainous gang member of the ABB will start bombing Brockton Bay in four days. The cape villian name is Bakuda and she is going to kill many people.”

Miki asked, “How do you know that?”

Greg responded, “I am a time traveler. I know the future.”

Hajime asked, “Can you prove that your time traveler?”

Greg responded, “Are you familiar with the story of Greek priestess Cassandra.”

Miki responded, “No.”

Hajime responded, “She had the ability to predict the future.”

Greg nodded his head, “That’s correct Hajime. However, let me elaborate. Cassandra was the daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. According to mythology, she was blessed with the gift of prophecy by the god Apollo. However, when Cassandra refused Apollo's romantic advances, he became angry and cursed her. Despite her gift of foresight, no one would believe her prophecies.”

Greg continued, “During the Trojan War, Cassandra predicted the fall of Troy and warned the Trojans about the dangers of the Wooden Horse left by the Greeks. Unfortunately, her warnings went unheeded, and the Trojans brought the Wooden Horse inside the city walls, leading to the Greek soldiers hidden inside to emerge and sack Troy.”

Greg then said sadly, “Cassandra's story is one of tragedy, as she foresaw the destruction of her city and the suffering of her people but was unable to prevent it due to the curse placed upon her by Apollo. Her fate is often depicted as a symbol of the frustration and futility of prophetic knowledge when one is unable to influence the course of events.”

Hajime said, “Just like Cassandra your also giving us a warning about the future.”

Greg nodded and said, “Look,” Greg placed the Desert Eagle gun on the desk with a thud. “I didn’t get on this show by asking nicely. I used force! I want to be a hero, but I am going to be chased by the police and the Protectorates Heroes like I am a villain! I broke the rules and laws and morals to deliver a message! In four days Brockton Bay will face constant bombing by Bakuda. No where will it be safe in Brockton Bay! Police Stations, Schools and Hospitals will be bombed and destroyed.”

Greg started raising his voice, “These bombs are tinker bombs, some of the effects are similar to Grey Boy bubbles, the nicer bombs turn you into crystal while others will warp you into human meatballs! The ABB will start forcing Asians to be recruited by implanting bombs into their heads! And you know worst fucking part of this whole debacle! She is going to continue bombing the hell out of the Brockton Bay and then make a Nuclear Bomb that has enough power to wipe off the Brockton Bay and the surrounding cities off the map. For the love of everything! Get out of the Brockton Bay if you don’t want to suffer!”

The entire news studio was quiet. Greg was panting. He didn’t know why he was out of breath since he knew he could talk for hours. Maybe it was because he spoke with such passion and determination.

Miki asked, “How sure are you that the bombing is going to happen and why haven't you contacted the PRT about your prediction?”

Greg sighed sadly and said sadly, “Just like Cassandra the PRT didn’t believe me. Maybe you don’t believe me either. I know the bombing is going to happen, but I can’t do anything to stop it. Just like the Protectorates can’t do anything about Lung escaping from their prison with the help of Oni Lee and Bakuda. I can’t do anything to stop Bakuda, she is too dangerous for me to face... I... Well.. Stay safe everyone. Bakuda has already started kidnapping people and implanting bombs into their heads. In four days the bombing will start. Lung will be set free. My predictions for the future are as real as my gun.”

Greg picked up the Desert Eagle much to everyone's fright. He aimed at the camera and pulled the trigger. Bang!

The camera was broken.

The old man was horrified and screamed, “What the hell is wrong with you! Do you have any idea how much it will cost to replace the camera!?”

Greg felt awkward, “Sorry. Sorry. It just felt appropriate you know! Making a statement!”

Wormmon said, “Great job Master!”

Greg smiled and responded, “Thanks!”

Greg took Wormmon from the desk and placed him on his shoulder.

Greg and Wormmon walked away from the news studio.

“Someone call the police on those assholes!” The old man screamed at the top of lungs. “He broke my camera!”

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

Wormmon and Greg were standing in the parking lot of the NENN News Stations.

Greg said with a smile, “Sweet it is still here.”

Porsche 918 Spyder.

One of the fastest cars currently in the Bay.

Wormmon then said with worry, “Are you sure you can drive? I seriously doubt your driving ability.”

Greg responded, “I got my license.”

“A probationary license.”

“I can still drive, besides aren’t we already breaking the law? What's wrong with a few more.”

“Why is it so hard to do the right thing in this world? Fine...In for a penny in for a pound.”

Greg smiled and opened the car door.

Wormmon jumped in and digitized into the car’s computer

Wormmon was now in a room with many lightswitches. With a flick of the first light switch the car turned on. The engine revved up.

Wormmon was happy that he was able to hack into the car computer to turn it on without a key.

Wormmon returned to the real world when his work was done.

Greg was smiling as he sat in the driving seat, immediately closed the car door and took the wheel, “Great the car is now on!”

Wormmon nodded happily, “Let's get out of here.”

Greg pulled the joystick in reverse and backed up the car from the parking spot.

Thud! Thud!

A loud sound was heard behind the car.

Wormmon thought Greg might have hit something.

Wormmon looked through the back window of the car.

Two heroes were behind them.

Battery with electric sparks comming off her body.

Assault with a wide smile on his face.

Wormmon and Greg stared for a second at the Heroes.

Assault and Battery stared back at the duo Wormmon and Greg.

Wormmon said calmly, “Start driving.”

Greg grinned like a maniac, “I thought you would never ask!”

Greg pushed the gas petal and the tires started spinning quickly.

Porsche 918 Spyder started zooming away.

“They're getting away,” Battery said with a frown.

“I love a chase!” Assault said happily.

Assault and Battery in a burst of motion chased after the Porsche 918 Spyder.

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Greg deftly navigated through the bustling traffic of Brockton Bay city, seamlessly weaving between cars with precision. Each tight turn was executed with ease, the car hugging the asphalt as if it were an extension.

Greg's movements were swift and calculated, effortlessly slipping through narrow gaps and leaving a trail of astonished onlookers as they raced through the city at breakneck speed.

Greg would continue to accelerate in speed.

100 mph.

150 mph.

200 mph.

250 mph.

The Heroes Assault and Battery pursued. Assault, with incredible speed, leapt over cars effortlessly, while Battery expertly weaved and sprinted between them.

Wormmon shouted, “Open the window!”

Greg opened the window.

Wormmon climbed out onto the roof of the Porsche. The wind furiously whipped at Wormmon as he struggled not to fall off the car roof.

“Sticky Net!” Wormmon spitted a web from his mouth aiming at the Heroes.

Battery and Assault dodged.

Wormmon continued spitting out more Sticky Net at the pair of heroes.

Greg drove onto the highway.

Whish! Whish! Whish!

A helicopter was following Greg and Wormmon. Wormmon could see the cameraman filming the chase.

Wormmon realized that just unleashing attacks isn't working.

Wormmon launches the Sticky Net aiming in front of the pair of Heroes, laying out the Sticky Net flat on the ground like a trap.

Battery was caught by the trap as the Sticky Net jumbled her feet and ended up stumbling and rolling around on the ground.

Assault expertly jumped over the Sticky Net and continued pursuing Wormmon and Greg.

Wormmon was determined to lose the hero. “You will never catch me!”

Wormmon spitted out in rapid succession of Sticky Net at Assault.

Assault dodged and weaved through the attack with ease.

Wormmon aimed for the ground in front of Assault to trap the hero.

Assault leap over the Sticky Net on the ground with ease.

Wormmon started noticing that Assault was getting closer.

Wormmon screamed in panic, “Faster! We need to go faster!”

Greg yelled back, “This is the fastest we can go! Hold on, I have an idea!”

Greg made a turn at the exit and returned to the normal roads.

Greg, even though was going over 250 mph an hour, was able to navigate through the city streets of Brockton Bay.

Assault was still following the pair.

Wormmon saw a traffic light with a red light on.

Wormmon saw a car intersection ahead, where vehicles were hastily crossing the road from the left to the right. Wormmon could anticipate a potential T-bone collision based on the trajectory of the Porsche.

Abruptly, the Porsche veered sharply, sending it into a whirl like a spinning top as it approached the bustling intersection.

Wormmon gripped the Porsche's roof tightly, bracing against the chaotic motion.

Navigating the intersection, a car from the right threatened collision, but the Porsche deftly swerved, utilizing its spin to evade the oncoming vehicle. Another car from the left posed a similar danger, yet the Porsche skillfully maneuvered past it in its spinning motion.

Finally, the Porsche ceased its whirl on the far side of the busy intersection, accelerating swiftly ahead.

Assault crossed the busy intersection.

Bam!

A large semi-truck crashed into Assault.

Wormmon watched in astonishment and yelled, “Truck-sama isekai Assault!”

Greg laughed out loud, “Awesome.”

Before Wormmon and Greg could celebrate their escape from Assault and Battery.

A lighting lance smashed into the Porsche, making the car go out of control and forcing Greg to hit the brakes to stop the car.

A lighting lance was poking out the car.

Another hero was walking calmly toward Wormmon and Greg.

Wormmon couldn’t help but say, “Welcome to the party Dauntless.”

The Protectorate Hero Dauntless has arrived.

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Wormmon hopped off the damaged Porsche 918 Spyder onto the road.

Slowly Greg stepped out of the car.

Greg muttered, “What hit me?’

Wormmon answered, “Dauntless.”

Greg spotted the imposing hero, “Crap.”

“Master, I want you to run away. I’ll hold off Dauntless while you make your escape.”

“I am not going to abandon you to save my own hide!”

“Please... I’ll figure out a way to escape. Or at least convince Dauntless to let me go...”

“...” Greg didn’t say anything but gave a hesitant nod. He then started running away.

Dauntless was prepared to chase after Greg. But Wormmon quickly shot a Silk Thread toward Dauntless.

Dauntless blocks the attack with his shield. The Silk Thread burned as electricity emanating from the shield destroyed it.

Dauntless made a grabbing motion toward his spear that was lodged into the car.

The spear dislodged from the car and floated in the air. Quickly it raced back into Dauntless' hand. Dauntless now had his Arclance and Shield and looked prepared to battle.

Wormmon was screwed. Dauntless was future Triumvirate material, with the power of getting stronger as time went on.

Wormmon remembered some details about Dauntless, he was hated by Armsmaster and died fighting Leviathan.

Wormmon quickly bowed his head, “Wait, wait I don’t want to fight you!”

Dauntless kept his guard up, “You are under arrest for trespassing, stealing a car, and causing public unrest.”

Wormmon shouted, “Do you know why we went to the trouble of committing all these crimes!”

Dauntless stilled at the questions. “...I saw the broadcast. You really believe in the bombing.”

Wormmon looked up and was nodding viciously. “We’re trying to be heroes! The good guys! You know what’s going to happen to you? You don’t die in the future, something worse happens! You will be hit by a Greyboy bomb and stuck in a Greyboy bubble until the end of time!”

Dauntless asked, “How do I know your telling the truth?”

Wormmon responded, “Ask Collin! Ask Hannah! You know that Armsmaster has a built in lie detector! Also Armsmaster hates your guts because he is a jealous bastard!”

Dauntless shouted, “Shut Up! Do you know about the Unwritten Rules? Do you want to be sent to the Bird Cage?”

Wormmon responded, “Why the fuck are you worried! I don’t even know your name because you were stuck in the Greyboy bubble! Bakuda is going to destroy Brockton Bay and you lousy heroes are fighting me and not hunting her down! I already delivered the message that would save hundreds of thousands of people in Brockton Bay! All I am asking is... Can you please let us go.”

Dauntless seem to exhale. He became unmoving as a statue.

Wormmon hoped that Dauntless would make the right decision.

Dauntless took a step forward, “I am going to need to arrest you.”

Dauntless was quickly infront of Wormmon and swung his lance in an arc. Wormmon was hit and sent flying through the air and then he pummeled to the ground.

“Ooohhh,” Wormmon groaned in pain. His body hurt and he didn’t think he could get up.

Dauntless started to walk closer to the unmoving Digimon.

Bang! A gun was fired and hitted Dauntless shield.

Greg appeared holding a Desert Eagle in his hand. “Stay away from him!”

Dauntless said in a commanding voice, “Put down the gun.”

Wormmon coughed. Wormmon couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Wormmon asked, “Why...”

Greg stood in front of Dauntless, shielding Wormmon with his body. Greg said with a shaky smile, “I don’t want to lose my first friend.”

Wormmon saw the shackingness of Greg's body. Wormmon could tell Greg was beyond terrified.

Greg was a normal human and he dared to fight a cape that was so much more powerful then him to save Wormmon.

Bang! Greg fired the gun again.

Dauntless was infront of Greg and the shield bashed him to the ground.

Dauntless towered over Greg, “Stay down.”

Wormmon struggled to get up, “Why... am... I... so... weak...”

Wormmon had a huge list of words that would describe Greg.

Fool.

Idiot.

Hyperactive.

Crazy.

Friend.

Wormmon was desperate not to lose. For himself and Greg.

Wormmon felt an unbelievable surge of energy coming deep with himself.

Wormmon's body started to glow in an intense light.

“Wormmon Digivolve To Stingmon!”

Stingmon a Champion Digimon.

Dauntless was now facing the bigger threat.

Stingmon spoked to Greg, “Allow me to defeat Dauntless. If words won’t dissuade him. Then I am going to use violence.”

“Augh, I think he broke my nose,” Greg stayed down on the ground, “Do you think you can beat him?”

Stingmon replied with confidence, “In this form, I feel I can take down the entire Protectorates. Go ahead and hide. I got this.”

Dauntless said in a challenging tone, “Sorry if I have to rough on you.”

Stingmon said, “Go Greg.”

Greg nodded his head and slowly got up. He hobbled away to find safety.

Dauntless moved to stop Greg.

Stingmon surged forward at incredible speeds, catching Dauntless off guard. Swift as the wind, Stingmon unleashed a roundhouse kick, striking the right side of Dauntless's stomach before the hero could even muster a response.

Thrown to the ground by the force of Stingmon's attack, Dauntless swiftly recovered, executing a nimble flip to regain footing.

Undeterred, Stingmon ascended into the air, streaking through the sky like a jet. With a powerful dive, he descended upon Dauntless, delivering a forceful blow with his clawed hand that sent the hero crashing into the ground.

“He’s too quick!” Dauntless yelled.

Before Dauntless could rise, Stingmon was already airborne, elongating his stinger with determination. "This ends now! Spiking Finish!"

With a focused onslaught, Stingmon charged at Dauntless, aiming the spiked end directly at the hero's shoulder.

The stinger found its mark, piercing Dauntless's shoulder. Despite Dauntless's attempt to counter with a lightning spear, Stingmon adeptly evaded the strike. Seizing the advantage, Stingmon drove the stinger deeper into Dauntless's shoulder, propelling both combatants across the ground and slamming Dauntless into the car.

As Dauntless slumped to the ground, Stingmon retracted his stinger, leaving the hero defeated and battered in the aftermath of their intense battle.

“Good I won,” Stingmon said in relief.

Assault and Battery arrived at the scene.

Stingmon wasn’t going to fight anymore heroes. At sonic speeds Stingmon flew into the sky and fled from the area.

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[B]♦Topic: New Cape[/B]
[B]In: Boards ► Boards ► News ► Brockton Bay[/B]

[B]Bagrat[/B] (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Posted on April 11, 2011:

the peace of Brockton Bay was shattered as a mysterious cape, self-identified as "Master," seized control of a local news broadcast. Accompanied by another enigmatic figure named "Bait," the duo claimed that the notorious villain Bakuda was plotting a devastating attack on the city, including the chilling threat of placing bombs in people's heads. The authenticity of this information remains unverified.

What adds another layer of intrigue to this unfolding saga is Master's bold declaration of being a time traveler. As the Parahuman Response Team (PRT) mobilizes to investigate the matter, the cape forcibly entered a news station, causing damage to equipment, before making a daring escape.

In a daring move, Master later commandeered a vehicle and led the Protectorate's heroes, Assault and Battery, on a high-speed pursuit through the city.

Bait engaged in combat with the formidable hero Dauntless, ultimately emerging victorious before evading capture.

The burning question on everyone's mind is whether Master and Bait are heroes, villains, or vigilantes. As the city remains on edge and the PRT intensifies its efforts to apprehend these rogue capes.

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[B]► AllSeeingEye[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
He's fake and delusional. Master seems pretty naive to believe whatever he hears. He is someone that can be easily scammed.

[B]► SpecificProtagonist[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
I am more interested in Bait. Have you seen those muscles their mouth watering. I would love to touch or even lick them. I am going to need more material for research purposes.

[B]► Doggo[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
No horny SpecificProtagonist. Get a newspaper and start hitting her head. Bonk. Bonk. Bonk.

[B]► LovesChip[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Why is the internet so horny? I am actually worrying more about the bombs. Some of the stuff Master mentions is stuff from knightmares. Greyboy bubbles turning into Meatballs. What are the Protectorates doing about this

[B]► Call me daddy[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
Jack shit

[B]► Velocity[/B] (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 11, 2011:
We will investigate the claims that Master has made and respond accordingly. We don't want to cause a public panic.

[B]► Winged_One[/B]
Replied on April 11, 2011:
LOL. I think it is way too late for that. The train has already left.
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[B]♦ Private message from GstringGirl:[/B]
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► 1Undisplayed Private Messages
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Hey Greg! Ready for some TF2 action? I've been slaying it in the game lately.
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Oh, absolutely! I'm pumped! I'm on caffeine right now.
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Haha, love the energy! Are you ready to join me in the virtual battlefield?
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Heck yeah! But before we dive in, I need a quick break. Got some big news!
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Break? What's the news, Greg?
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Drumroll, please... I got my driver's license today! Like, awesome, right?
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] No way! That's awesome, Greg! Congrats! But can we get back to the gaming excitement?
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Right, right! Sorry, got carried away. Let's get back to TF2 business.
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] By the way, I'm ranked third on the TF2 leaderboard. I've been owning it!
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] No way! Third? Are you pulling my leg? I mean, I'm good, but leaderboard good?
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] No jokes, Greg! I'm a gaming queen. You gotta believe me.
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Hmmm, I need proof. Send me a screenshot. I won't believe it until I see it.
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Fine, doubter! I'll send you the evidence. Prepare to be amazed by my gaming prowess.
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Alright, I've got this big secret I've been holding onto.
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] A secret? Spill the beans, Greg! What's the scoop?
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] I don’t know if I should be sharing with you, Especially considering if you really a girl or just some old dude pulling off an epic prank?
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] You're questioning my girl status now? You can keep it a secret, but let's focus on the game.
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] No! I trust you. Just had to confirm, you know?
[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Forget secrets, let's focus on slaying the game together.
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Right.
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POV Greg

Greg was getting murdered in TF2. Not just because he hasn’t played in a while, but because he suspected the other users were cheating.

He was bothered by another suspicion. He suspected that GstringGirl wasn’t actually a girl but an overweight perverted dude. He was getting catfished.

He should have known, there was no way a girl that likes gaming, coding and had shared his interest existed.

Greg was going to have to get the bottom of this!

Greg would first finally beat GstringGirl in TF2 and then figure out if GstringGirl had a dick or not.

While Greg is on his computer. Wormmon was eating cheerios and watching Dragon Ball Z on his phone with religious focus.

Greg didn’t know how Wormmon found a pirate video web site from Earth Alpha to display that Anime Wormmon loved so much. But he wasn’t going to ask.

Greg rubbed Wormmon back and watched Wormmon seem to enjoy the backrub. Wormmon was warm and silky to touch.

Greg might have not gotten a dog as a pet, but he got a cool parahuman cape bug. He considered it as an upgrade.

The phone rang, much to Wormmon's disappointment, stopping him from watching his show.

The caller id displayed on the screen was MOTHER.

Greg hurriedly grabbed the phone before it could ring again. He types AFK into the chat of TF2.

Greg picked up the phone, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty as he greeted, "Hello."

"Greg," his mother's voice echoed through the phone. "Tell me what you were doing yesterday."

"Just school, you know," Greg replied, smoothly lying.

His mother's tone turned accusatory, "I receive messages from your school, saying you haven't attended for over a week. I doubt Uncle Bill is aware... he's always occupied. Tell me the truth, what were you really doing yesterday?"

"Well, I was playing games," Greg admitted.

His mother's voice escalated, "Is that so? Yesterday, I saw the news, and there was a cape who sounded just like you. He even wore cowboy attire."

Dread filled Greg as he struggled to respond. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "It couldn't be me! I was just playing games."

"Greg, be careful," his mother cautioned.

Greg seemed to deflate, replying, "...Yeah, I'll try."

His mother exhaled and shifted the conversation, asking, "Have you heard from your father?"

"No, not really. He's always away on business trips."

"Yes, he is..."

"How are you doing? Are you getting better?"

"Some days are good... Most days, I want to kill myself... I despise my own brain, obsessing over the filth on my skin. It makes me want to scrub until my skin is red. I want to be a good wife, a good mother, a normal person. But I can't even leave my room on a good day..."

"It's okay, mother."

"If you need anything, just call me. Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll call if I need anything."

"I love you, my little sunflower."

"I love you too."

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Stingmon

As Stingmon soared through the air, the sprawling city of Brockton Bay lay beneath him, appearing remarkably tiny against the vast canvas of the sky. Remarkably, in under two minutes, he effortlessly traversed from one end of the city to the other.

Stingmon thought about the fate of the main character. How they would need to overcome challenges one after another. The city was deeply scarred by those battles...

Intruding into his thoughts, Glory Girl joined him mid-air, questioning his motives, "What do you think you're doing?"

Maintaining a calculated distance from Glory Girl, Stingmon responded, "Getting some fresh air and stretching my wings out, I suppose."

“Are you a hero or villain? On one hand you gave a warning about the bombs to the city, but on the other hand you broke into the news stations and fought the heroes," she accused.

"We are striving to be heroes. Though some may label us vigilantes," he admitted.

"You should consider discussing this with the PRT. I'm confident they can offer assistance. My mom is a lawyer, and she could help you avoid going on the run."

Shaking his head, Stingmon dismissed the suggestion, "No. No. No. They were useless in the future, and they continue to be useless in the present. We attempted to warn the PRT, urging them to spread the information, yet they rejected our request. They can't protect the city in the future, and their protection is nonexistent in the present."

“The Protectorate Heroes and Wards are good people. If you give them a chance they can help you.”

"Hmm... Allow me to pose a hypothetical question. Would you consider killing baby Hitler?"

“You mean if I could time travel would I kill baby Hitler? No, I wouldn't. He hasn't committed any crimes."

"That implies you would permit millions of Jews to perish."

"I will find a way to alter Hitler's trajectory to prevent him from becoming a genocidal dictator."

"Quite a diplomatic response. What if I were to inform you that the Protectorate played a role in the creation of the Endbringers?"

“You're not joking are you... This is not a hypothetical question.”

"Regrettably, no. Perhaps I should draw a comparison to the trolley problem, although that doesn't fully capture the complexity of my current dilemma. I'm beginning to realize that making sacrifices for the greater good might is perceived as evil. Quite ironic, there is a group that I hate that operates on the same principles that I despise..."

Pausing to digest the information, Glory Girl finally asked, "...Can you provide more details?"

“You know about the butterfly effect. So I can’t tell you more details. Even if I told others they wouldn’t believe me. Just like they won’t believe you.”

Glory Girl seems to exhale tiredly, “I am starting to grow to hate time travelers. I am not mentally prepared to deal with world-ending threats...”

Stingmon chuckled, “I apologies.”

"In that case, what are your plans?"

“I want a happy ending,” Stingmon answered. “I am going to go now Glory Girl, it was nice talking to you.”

With that, Stingmon swiftly soared away.

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Stingmon made his way back to the base, a decrepit warehouse Greg had stumbled upon. The exterior walls were adorned with graffiti from various factions like the Marquis, Empire 88, Azn Bad Boy, and the Merchants.

Concern gnawed at Stingmon as the proximity of the base to Azn Bad Boy territory. The precariousness of their location troubled him.

The warehouse's windows were shattered, and the interior was no better. Glass littered the ground, and worn-out furniture lay strewn about. A tent suggested a previous homeless habitation, now abandoned.

Surveying the chaotic base of operations, Stingmon recognized the daunting task of cleaning it up and making it habitable. Living in an abandoned warehouse seemed inevitable given the world's dangerous nature.

Meanwhile, Greg setup empty cans on iron drums, taking shots with his Desert Eagle. Stingmon approached, asking, "How's the practice going?"

Greg grunted, "Easier in games. The recoil is a pain. It's like a fifty-fifty chance I actually hit my target."

"You'll need to improve; we're up against capes. And why aim for the head or chest? Can't you target limbs if the person isn't a threat?" Stingmon queried.

"Do you know how hard it is to hit a person's arm or leg? Hitting a moving target is tough, and hitting a specific spot is even harder," Greg replied.

"Practice is the key then. By the way, let's try Armor Digivolutions. You've got the Digimental of Kindness, right?" Stingmon asked.

Greg grinned, producing the Digimental from his pocket. "Right here!"

"Perfect!" Stingmon de-digivolved to Wormmon. "Let's give Armor Digivolutions a shot!"

Greg held the Digimental of Kindness towards Wormmon, shouting, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Nothing happened.

Wormmon suggested, "Maybe more spirit?"

Greg yelled louder, "DIGI ARMOUR ENERGIZE!"

Still nothing.

"I'm not sure if this is working," Wormmon admitted.

Greg scratched his head, wondering aloud, "What am I doing wrong?"

“Let me test something,” Wormmon then started to walk away from Greg. Wormmon walked into the boss room.

The boss room had one desk with an old computer and had a window looking out to the empty warehouse.

Wormmon walked away and shouted, "Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!" in the boss room.

Nothing happened.

Returning to Greg, he repeated the process. "Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!"

Wormmon started to glow and turned into Stingmon.

Stingmon explained, "I can't digivolve unless I'm near you, Greg. You should be able to use the Digimental of Kindness and Armor Digivolve me. It just means you haven't fulfilled the conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

"I don't know. This power operates on the 'friendship can beat anything' philosophy."

"Why couldn't I get elemental or gamer powers? Instead, I get magic girl transformation rules. Can't I get a manual?"

“We really should look into getting a therapist. Maybe the therapist can make me digivolve if we fix our mental issues.”

“Do you think it will work?”

“Anything is possible with Jessica Yamada. To obtain ultimate power we are going to have to find her,” Wormmon said half jokingly and half seriously.

The fandom seems to think that a normal human therapist can fix a multi-dimensional mind-controlling xenocidal alien.

Wormmon was going to embrace that insanity if it was true.

----

Wormmon and Greg went home and started to watch Wormmon's favorite anime Dragon Ball.

Wormmon and Greg was watching the Cell Arc on Greg's computer.

"Hey, I've got a question," Greg inquired with a puzzled tone.

"Sure, go ahead and ask," responded Wormmon.

"I'm having trouble grasping how the Trunk timeline works. I mean, one moment he's killed by Cell, and the next, he's alive."

"Time travel tends to complicate things. However, I can simplify it by breaking down the timelines into two. Essentially, there are two time travelers, Trunks and Cells. Let's start with the Trunk timeline first. Are you following so far, Greg?"

"Yeah."

"In the Trunk timeline, these events unfolded: Goku fell victim to a heart virus, Androids 17 and 18 wreaked havoc on the world. Trunks traveled back in time to warn the Z Fighters about the Android threat, discovered the androids' blueprints, returned to the future with the information, and self-destructed the androids. A few years later, Cell killed Trunks and used the time machine to go back in time to absorb the androids. Keeping up?"

"So, that's the timeline where Trunks self-destructs the androids in the future and gets killed by Cell. Got it. Yes, yes, I'm following along."

"Now, in the Cell timeline, Cell goes back one year before Trunks arrives in the past and goes into hibernation. Bulma finds the time machine that Cell used to go back in time, Trunks remains in the past to investigate, and the rest is history. Because Cell goes to the past, it creates two Trunks, one that Cell killed in the future and stole a time machine from, and another Trunks that stays in the past, the one we see in the anime."

"Dude, that makes so much sense. Also, time travel is really tricky."

"Yeah, it is."

Wormmon and Greg then continued to enjoy their Dragon Ball Z marathon.

Chapter Text

POV Stingmon

A lot of events will happen today.

The Undersider were going to rob the bank.

Coil was going to kidnap Dinah Alcott.

Bakuda was going to attack the Undersiders.

Stingmon and Greg were going to capture Coil.

Greg was huffing and puffing as he carried a very heavy backpack.

Stingmon asked Greg, “Master... Just how much did you bring with you?”

Greg answered, “You know the essentials. Toiletry. Snacks. Toothbrushes. Extra clothes. Flash lights. Jumper cables. Car phone charger. GPS. Printed maps. Paper and pen.”

Stingmon nodded his head, “Did you remember the earphones and rope?”

“I have duct tape and I did bring earphones.”

“Good. So here is the plan. We are going to wait until Coil kidnaps Dinah Alcott. Most likely he’s going to bring her to the base. Then I am going to take down Coil’s mercenaries and Coil. Then we are going to kidnap Coil and Dinah and bring both of them with us to New York.”

“Yeah. Yeah. We are going to New York with Coil and Dinah. We're going to hand over Coil to the New York PRT. Since you told me that Coil has moles in the local PRT and has friends in Boston we need to go to New York so he is out the picture for good.”

“Yup. I don’t want that snake to escape.”

“By the way? What will we do if you fail to beat Coil?”

“If by chance I do lose. Call New Wave or PRT. I am able to beat Dauntless, I doubt some mercenaries will beat me. Coil is a thinker not really a fighter.”

“I’m pumped! Let's get the show started!”

“Coil won’t know what hit him.”

----

Finding Coil’s base and infiltrating the base by using the camera system was a piece of cake.

Stingmon was currently in the camera system. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack.

Coil was not in the base and only the mercenaries were around the base.

Coil’s parahuman power was to simulate two future timelines. If one timeline was a dead end he would terminate the timeline and choose the safer timeline.

As much as Coil succeeded in building a criminal empire. He was kind of dumb.

Stingmon could easily list the idiocy of Coil. In hindsight he made too many mistakes.

First he kept making enemies. He could have soft sell Lisa to work for him. Not torture the girl when she was literally living on the streets.

Then he revealed Dinah to the Undersiders. Wouldn’t it be smarter to ask Dinah the probability that the Undersider would betray him?

Stingmon couldn’t even imagine the idiocy of bringing the Travelers to Brockton Bay. Even if Coil won and defeated the Undersider and ruled the city of Brockton Bay as the PRT Director, how was he going to handle Noella?

Stingmon concluded that Coil was an idiot. He only became a threat because he had powerful capes working for him and he had time to save scumming his power to win.

Stingmon got comfortable and watched the screen that showed Coil’s office.

----

Stingmon watched Coil enter his office and sit in his chair.

Coil had one computer with six monitors.

Stingmon saw one monitor on the bank that he assumed the Undersider was going to rob.

Another monitor had a house, which he guessed Dinah Alcott lived in.

Stingmon waited in anticipation for everything to start.

Coil was unaware of Stingmon watching him from his own camera.

----

The Undersider robbed the bank.

At the same time the mercenaries kidnapped Dinah.

Time dragged on as two mercenaries finally ushered Dinah into Coil's office. Inside, the room held four occupants: the two mercenaries positioned strategically beside Dinah, ensuring her confinement, Dinah herself, visibly trembling, and Coil seated behind his desk. Rising from his seat, Coil advanced towards the frightened girl.

"Hello, Dinah. I have a question for you," Coil intoned softly as he drew near her.

Stingmon digitized out of the camera and into the Coil office, startling the mercenaries with his imposing presence.

Standing at a towering 11 feet and 2 inches, he dwarfed both Coil and his henchmen.

Coil started to turn his head, only to receive a resounding slap from Stingmon's backhand, which sent him careening into the wall, rendering him unconscious.

The two mercenaries to their credit tried to pull their rifle up.

Stingmon was in front of the mercenaries and grabbed their face with his claws hand and smashed together their heads. Stingmon did one more time rendering them brain damaged before tossing them aside.

Dinah collapsed on the ground and crawled backwards. “Ahhh! Don’t eat me!”

Stingmon felt awkward and said softly. “Do not be afraid. I have come to save you.”

Dinah, visibly shaken and traumatized, trembled with fear.

Stingmon, maintaining his composure, knelt down. "Hey, Dinah. You can call me Bait. I'm a hero, and I'll get you back to your parents. What are the chances of us reuniting you with them if you come with me?"

Dinah responded almost instinctively, "99.99 percent."

Stingmon nodded in understanding. "I promise to get you back to your parents. But first, we'll need to head to New York to deal with this villain. He's like a snake and poses a threat to you. Brockton Bay isn't safe anymore. Will you come with me to New York to stay safe?"

Dinah replied softly, "Okay."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The room was filled with the incessant beeping of the alarm.

Stingmon gave a single nod. "Alright. Hide behind the desk and I'll handle the rest of these guys."

Approaching Coil, Stingmon gave another kick to Coil's head making sure he stayed unconscious.

Stingmon extended both of his stingers.

Footsteps echoed as the mercenaries approached, signaling the next phase of the confrontation.

The door opened and two mercenaries with rifles entered the room and pointed the barrels of their guns at Stingmon.

Stringmon was faster than the mercenaries could even react, with a swing on his stinger he sliced the rifles in half.

With a roundhouse kick he sent the mercenaries flying to the wall where they crashed and slumped unconscious on the floor.

Stingmon went toward the unconscious mercenaries for any tool that could prove to be useful.

Stingmon found the jackpot, he found a cellphone.

----

POV Mercenary John

The Mercenary Captain John was an ex-soldier from the army. After he was discharged from the army he ended up working for super villain Coil.

Captain John and five of his men were running toward Coil’s office. They were armed with tinkertech weapons and even old reliable AK-47 and grenades.

Captain John ordered his men to use the rifles and not the tinkertech weapons since the laser gun could literally punch holes through walls and John didn’t want to be buried under concrete, steel and whatever else the building was made out of.

They reached the final door. They was confirmation that the cape that attacked Coil was last seen behind the door that led to Coil’s Office.

Captain John signals to wait. Then he signals all of his men to fire when the door was opened.

As soon as John opened the door all the mercenaries, including himself, fired their rifles.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

It was a storm of bullets that could kill an elephant hundreds of times over.

The rifles soon was silenced as they fired until the bullet clip was empty and to Captain John’s displeasure, he didn’t hear the sound of anyone fatally hurt or dying.

John looked into the corridor and saw that all the lights were broken. It was a long dark hallway with not a single light fixture illuminating the darkness.

John could feel it was a trap. Still he needed to save his employer Coil or else he wasn’t going to get paid.

John and his men reloaded their rifles.

Finally, John and his men entered the dark hallway.

John spotted a cell phone in the corner of the doorway but continued deeper into the dark hallway.

“He’s behind us!” One of John’s men yelled.

John turned around, but it was already too late.

"Assassin Dance," Stingmon unleashed a barrage of kicks so rapid that it seemed as though a hundred strikes were unleashed simultaneously. Their speed was so astonishing that they blurred into invisibility, leaving only the visible impact of their force in their wake.

Stingmon sent the entire team of mercenaries flying through the air and crashing roughly into the ground, wall and ceiling.

As John was losing consciousness, he heard Stingmon remark, “Hopefully, the rest of the mercenaries are this easy to beat.”

----

POV Stingmon

In less than 15 minutes. Stingmon has defeated every mercenary that was in Coil’s base.

Stingmon and Greg then tied up all the mercenaries and took away their weapons.

Stingmon was able to steal one of the Coil’s many vans. A white van with no logo.

They also took rifles, grenades, bullet proof vests, tinker tech and other weapons from the armory and mercenaries.. Stingmon's ability to hack into the computers made it easy to disable most doors.

Stingmon regretted he couldn’t take the money from Coil’s bank account, however he guessed Tattletale would scavenge the rest.

Dinah was sitting in the passenger side of the seat.

Coil was in the back of the van lying on the floor with multiple layers of duct tape tying his entire body up. He could only wiggle his body and couldn’t even move his hands.

Greg was holding an AK-47 and said, “My Grandpa would love these. It is a classic.”

“Do you know how to use one? If not I could show you,” Stingmon said.

“Oh no I know how to use a rifle. Grandpa showed me. He loved going hunting... Well I never did hit a deer before...”

“Alright. Let's hit the road,” Stingmon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

“Ugh. I am going to hate driving for 8 hours. It is going to suck getting to New York.”

“I believe in you,” Wormmon said. Wormmon climbed into the back of the van. “Sticky Web!” Wormmon spitted out a web and covered Coil’s body. “Now you can’t escape.”

Greg closed the back of the van and then moved into the driver seat. He adjusted the rearview mirror and got his seatbelt on and then twisted the key to start the van engine. “Is everyone ready to go?”

Greg checked on Dinah who was silent but had sound proof earphones covering her ears.

Dinah would be forced to use her power for any questions. So it was best to keep her entertained with music.

Coil was tied up with duct tape like a mummy and had a web of sticky silk holding him on the floor.

Wormmon was in the back of the van and shouted, “We are ready to go!”

Greg nodded and started to drive to New York.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

As the sun cast overhead across the highway, Greg gripped the worn steering wheel of the van with determination. With each mile that passed beneath the tires, he was getting closer to the bustling metropolis of New York City.

Beside him, Dinah, a young girl, lay curled up in the passenger seat, her breaths coming slow and steady as she napped. Greg couldn't help but smile at the sight of her innocence, a stark contrast to the ordeal she went through.

As Greg glanced at the rearview mirror, he could see Wormmon keeping a watchful eye on Coil, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of trouble.

Coil had been trapped, ensnared by a web of silk and mummified by duct tape.

Coil, who was trapped by the heroes, Coil woke up and felt confused. Then it soon turned to anger.

Coil exclaimed, "Why have you attacked me?"

Greg replied, "We're heroes, and you're a villain. I go by Master, and my partner's name is Bait."

Coil yelled, "I'm trapped and can’t move my arms or legs! Where are we?"

"We're in one of your vans, heading to New York City. The PRT there should handle your imprisonment," Greg explained.

As the tension subsided, Coil inquired, "What crime have I committed?"

"Remember kidnapping a little girl? Infiltrating the PRT and making a gang?" Greg reminded him.

"You can't prove I did those crimes," Coil challenged.

"You have parahuman abilities while in the PRT and the abduction of Dinah speak for themselves. You're facing a lengthy prison sentence," Greg asserted.

"I'll find a way to escape; no jail can hold me," Coil declared.

"I doubt that. Your power won't help in prison, and we'll inform the PRT about it," Greg countered.

"I have influential friends who will rescue me," Coil claimed.

"Consider the consequences of their assistance. You've lost, Coil," Greg warned.

Following an hour of silence, Greg suspected Coil was attempting to use his powers to plan an escape.

Coil then proposed, "You two are heroes, right? I could join forces with you. I have resources such as money, experience, and intelligence. If you want to save Brockton Bay, wouldn't you want my assistance?"

Greg replied, "I'd want to trust you, but it seems like you're too power-hungry to truly change your ways."

Coil persisted, "Bait has been keeping secrets from you. He believes you're too immature to handle important information without telling everyone. Can you really trust him?"

Greg winced, attempting to downplay the sting of the remark. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was truth to Coil's words. Reflecting on Wormmon's previous action, Greg retorted, "That won't work."

Coil continued his attempts to sow doubt, saying, "Bait, do you know what Master really thinks of you? He sees you as a pet, someone he can manipulate into performing tricks for a reward, like some dumb animal."

Wormmon interjected, "Master does think I'm a pet and let's face it, I am pretty darn adorable."

As the hours stretched on, Greg felt the weariness seeping into his bones. Four hours behind the wheel felt like an eternity, and with four more to go, fatigue was beginning to take its toll. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness that threatened to overwhelm him. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the monotonous stretch of highway seemed to lull him into a daze.

Coil then proposed. “Why don’t we take a break? I need to go to the bathroom.”

Greg said without thinking, "Yeah, let's take a pit stop.”

Wormmon said to Coil, “I know what you are doing, I am keeping my eye on you.”

Greg made a turn and drove into the driveway of a highway diner.

----

Located in the middle of a bustling highway, the diner beckoned travelers with its nostalgic charm and promise of nourishment. Its neon sign flickered, casting a warm glow onto the worn wooden door.

Inside, the diner boasted a retro ambiance, with checkered floors echoing the steady rhythm of footsteps and the occasional squeak of swiveling bar stools. Booths lined the walls, their cracked vinyl upholstery hinting at the countless years they had been used.

Stingmon entered with his towering presence. Coil, donned in his costume and hands bound with duct tape, Stingmon firmly grasped the back of Coil’s shirt collar to make sure he didn’t escape. Greg, adorned in his cape costume, walked alongside Dinah, their hands clasped together.

The diverse crowd of patrons gazed upon the gathering of caped figures with a mixture of awe, interest, and fear.

Greg escorted Dinah to a table with four chairs and assisted her in getting settled before taking a seat himself.

A menu lay before him, which he promptly opened.

Addressing Dinah, Greg remarked, "Feel free to order whatever you like. Since it's going to be a lengthy journey to New York City.”

Dinah nodded in agreement, taking the menu to peruse the options.

Meanwhile, Greg awaited the return of Stingmon and Coil from the restroom, hoping for no trouble as they dined.

As he glanced at the menu, Greg noticed an offering of 'all-you-can-eat pancakes' and decided to place an order for that.

Observing Dinah still engrossed in the menu, Greg took the opportunity to survey the surroundings of the upscale diner for some entertainment.

The sound of snapping cameras caught his attention; teenagers at nearby tables were taking pictures.

Finding himself on the receiving end of the lens rather than behind it, Greg felt a sense of discomfort, a departure from his usual role of photographing others.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the restroom, where Stingmon was hauling Coil out by the foot.

Stingmon returned to the table and took a seat, while Coil lay motionless on the floor, causing alarm among the other patrons, some of whom reached for their phones to call the police.

Greg could sense Stingmon's tense mood radiating from the Digimon.

He inquired, "What happened?"

Stingmon replied, "He had a knife, and he nearly stabbed my ass with it."

"Is he okay?" Greg asked, eyeing Coil on the ground.

"I think so. Who knew transporting a criminal could be so tough?" Stingmon remarked.

A waitress named Vicky, wearing a pink uniform and a name tag, approached their table. She appeared to be middle-aged. Vicky asked, “Are you going to be paying?”

Greg answered, “Of course, ma’am.”

Vicky inquired, "What will you be having?"

Greg ordered, "I'll have the all-you-can-eat pancakes."

Stingmon requested, "I'll take some coffee with extra sugar and scrambled eggs."

Turning to Dinah, Vicky asked, "And for you, sweetheart?"

Dinah hesitated before replying, "...I'll have the strawberry ice cream."

Vicky jotted down the orders, "Your meals will be ready shortly. And if you'd like, you can move your friend on the floor to one of the booths."

Greg tipped his cowboy hat and said, "Certainly, ma'am."

----

Greg savored his pancakes without interruption.

Coil woke up and Greg shared his pancakes with the villain. It turns out Coil mask could be removed to consume food. A velcro attachment between his shirt and mask allows Coil to uncover the lower part of his mouth.

Greg caught Coil snatching a fork from the table. Giving Stingmon a knowing glance, Greg playfully waved another fork.

Stingmon growled out toward Coil and said, “Put the fork back.”

Coil placed the fork back on the table.

After the men finished their meal and awaited Dinah's completion of her ice cream.

Suddenly, a young female police officer entered the diner, her youthful appearance suggesting recent graduation from the academy. Her African American heritage was evident in her complexion and hair. Tightly wound into a bun atop her head. Behind her determined gaze, there seemed to flicker a flame of resolve.

The female police officer had her gun raised toward the seated group.

Greg noticed the gleaming badge on her uniform, along with the name "K. Kaya" displayed in white.

Officer Kaya yells, “Freeze! Hands where I can see them!”

Greg responds, “Easy there, Officer. There is no need for any sudden movements.”

Coil yells out, “This cowboy has kidnapped me! I demand you arrest him!”

Officer Kaya says, pointing her gun at Greg, “Is that true?”

Greg responds, “Now, hold on just a minute, Officer. This pervert ain't exactly innocent. I'm transporting him to New York, where he can face the music for his crimes.”

Officer Kaya glances at everyone at the table and asks, “And why should I believe you?”

“Because I've got no reason to lie. You can check with Dinah, the little girl, the perverted villain kidnapped her and was planning to drug her and force her to do terrible things. I'm just trying to do my duty and bring this pervert to justice.”

Officer Kaya glanced at Dinah and then at the group.

Officer Kaya then said, “Dinah, sweetheart, can you come over here? I want to ask you some questions.”

Coil then said, “Please! You have to believe me! This cowboy is dangerous!”

Dinah nodded her head and got off her seat and walked to Officer Keya.

Officer Keya moved out of the diner with Dinah. Most likely to have a conversation.

Greg then asked Stingmon, “We could have called the police to pick up Dinah from Coil’s Base.”

Stingmon responded, “You want me to leave a young girl in a base filled with unconscious mercenaries? That's a recipe for disaster.”

Greg then said, “Well yeah, I didn’t think about how exhausting this trip was going to be. We’re only halfway to New York. Couldn’t we have left her at the police station?”

Stingmon paused. “In hindsight, that would have been a good idea. We can ask the officer to give her transportation back home. It will be harder to prove Coil was a villain without her testimony.”

Greg then said, “Yeah. It is kind of weird that we weren’t approached by the PRT Troopers or a heroic cape, though. It is because we are far away from the city.”

Stingmon said, "Yeah, don’t mention it to the police officer.”

Greg responded, “Why?”

Stingmon said, “Well, she should at least have a partner cop. Right? Doesn’t look like she has any backup. I don’t want to scare her.”

Greg said, "Oh, okay... Hey, do you think I have a shot if I ask her out?”

Stingmon paused and then drank his sweet coffee. Stingmon replied, “Of course, work your charm, Greg.”

Greg straightens his cowboy hat and fly mask, and shirt.

Dinah and Officer Keya returned to the diner.

Officer Keya approached Greg and said, “I want to talk to you separately. Can you come with me?”

Greg gave a charming smile and said, “Whatever you want, baby.”

Officer Kaya gave an unimpressed look at the bug cowboy.

Stingmon savored his coffee.

----

Officer Kaya and Greg were having a discussion in the parking lot.

Officer Kaya said, “Start from the beginning. What was the series of events that led you here?”

Greg responded, “This all started when I discovered there are 20 letters in the alphabet.”

“You mean there are 26 letters?”

“I must have forgotten. U. R. A. Q. T.”

“... You forgot one letter. That is only 25.”

“I will give you the D later.”

Greg gave a smile, while Officer Kaya was rubbing her face and muttering to herself. “You can’t shoot horny idiots.”

----

Greg was back at the diner, sitting at the table with Stingmon and Dinah. Coil got the interview from Officer Kaya, much to Stingmon's reluctance.

Greg could totally tell that the female officer was totally into him as he narrated his conversation to Stingmon.

Stingmon said suddenly, “I wish I had your confidence.”

Greg smiled and said, “If you don’t believe in yourself, then believe in me, who believes in you. I am sure you can get the girl of your dreams. I am sure I can give you some tips. Aren’t we bros.”

“Ahh. It would be like the blind leading the blind.”

Dinah then piped up, “I am right here?”

Greg and Stingmon said at the same time, “We know?”

Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire was heard.

Greg and Stingmon hurriedly left the diner.

In the parking lot, Coil was holding Officer Kaya in a headlock. A gun was pressed to her head.

Coil yelled, “Don’t move, or I will blow this bitch head off!”

Officer Kaya was struggling to get away from Coil.

Greg tensed and lifted his hand in a stopping motion. "Alright, just stop right there. No one needs to get hurt.”

Stingmon started walking forward. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

Coil yelled out, “Stay back! I will really shoot her!”

Stingmon started speaking. “Thomas, I know so much about you. How you shot your leader in the back in Ellisburg. I know that forcing underage capes to work for you is either using force or coercion. In the future, you will cause more deaths in Brockton Bay than all the gangs combined. Thomas, you either come with us to New York PRT to face justice or you die by my hand. You are far too dangerous to be allowed to escape.”

Coil yelled out, “You shouldn’t corner a rat! I will-.”

Bang!

Greg performed a quickdraw with his gun and fired his Desert Eagle. Greg aimed for a headshot, but missed hitting Coil's head.

Coil flinched from the gunshot.

Taking the opportunity, Officer Kaya maneuvered herself underneath Coil and performed a judo-like throw, and slammed Coil face-first into the hard ground. She then said with venom, “I am going to enjoy locking a sick fuck like you up.”

Officer Kaya rolled Coil to his stomach and cuffed both of his arms behind his back.

Stingmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon said to Greg, “...I think I need a hug.”

Greg crouched down and held him in his hand. “That was a horrible shot, I am a disgrace to all first-person shooter games. Did you see Officer Kaya, she was a badass.”

Wormmon sighed, “Yeah it was...”

Greg asked, “What's wrong? Your acting like someone cussed your waifu.”

“Killing is heavy. It would have been simpler to just kill Coil when we were in Brockton Bay. I am making this trip to New York because I am too much of a coward to kill.”

“...Honesty I think you put too much pressure on yourself. You save Dinah and defeat Coil single-handedly. The heroes that I looked up to were known for their courage and kindness. I think of you as a hero.”

“...Thanks,” Wormmon said, and he truly meant it as he was feeling better.

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

Greg was driving the van. Dinah was sitting in the passenger seat. Wormmon was sitting on Dinah's lap.

Coil was in the back, having been cuffed and webbed to his seat.

Officer Kaya was driving behind the van.

It took close to seven and a half hours, but the group finally reached New York City.

Wormmon and Dinah brimmed with excitement as they anticipated exploring the city's renowned landmarks.

They marveled at the Statue of Liberty, symbolizing the welcoming embrace of immigrants to the nation.

The imposing Kratos Tower, a testament to David Jaffe's vision, stood proudly as one of the tallest skyscrapers globally, eclipsing the iconic Burj Khalifa.

Despite their expected presence, the sight of the Twin Towers still standing tall left Wormmon in shock.

The elegant silhouette of the Chrysler Building added to the city's majestic skyline.

They found New York Times Square to be captivating in its vibrancy and beauty.

It was disappointing when they finally reached the New York PRT Department.

----

Wormmon Group was outside the New York PRT Department Building.

A statue of Legend was in front of the building.

Finding parking for the van proved to be difficult and was forced to take a handicap spot.

Officer Kaya also had trouble finding parking for her police car and had to drive someone else to find a parking spot.

Greg was stretching his legs from the long drive from Brockton Bay to New York, outside the van.

Dinah, holding Wormmon, hopped out of the van. Dinah said, “We are really far from home.”

Wormmon replied, "Well, for you, it is over. For us, it is just the beginning. At worst, I might need to fight Legend.”

Greg replied, “I don’t think you are going to have to fight Legend. The heroes will understand our reasoning.”

Wormmon replied, "Yes, of course the authorities will ignore all our crimes in Brockton Bay. Breaking into the new station. Stealing a car. Fighting a hero that was trying to stop us. My opinion of the PRT is low, and when it couldn’t get any lower, they brought a shovel and discovered a basement.”

Greg said, “It will be alright.”

Officer Kaya arrived, finally jogging toward the group. Kaya said, “Can you wait outside while I escort Coil into the building?”

Wormmon venomously said, “Oh hell no. He’s not going anywhere with you alone. Last time I left you alone with Coil, you almost got your head blown off.”

Officer Kaya then asked, “Fine. How about I bring Dinah with me? Are you alright with that?”

Dinah replied, “There is a 09.15 percent chance that I would be separated from Master and Bait if I went with you. I... want them to stay with me...”

Greg said in a soft voice, “It will be alright Dinah. The PRT will protect you. They will reunite with your parents.”

Dinah held Wormmon tightly. “I don’t want you to leave me alone...”

Dinah started crying. Wormmon was suffocated by Dinah's crushing hug.

Greg was distressed and said, “Uhm! Please stop crying! What should I do? What do I do!?”

Greg looked at Officer Kaya for help.

Officer Kaya moved to Dinah and rubbed her back. “We all go together. No one is going to be separated.”

Dinah started to calm down and then said, “Pinky promise.” Holding her pinky toward the officer.

Officer Kaya flashed a comforting smile. "Pinky promise," she said, intertwining her finger with the young girl and mimicking a handshake motion with their connected fingers.

Wormmon, who was still being crushed by the Dinah hug, said in distress, “Dinah, sweety, can you loosen your hug? I am going to heaven at this rate.”

“Oops,” Dinah slowly loosens her hug on Wormmon. Much to Wormmon relief.

Greg said happily, “Awesome. Let's have Coil go to jail.”

----

Greg was in the lobby of the New York PRT.

There was a circular table with chairs next to the gift shop.

Greg, Dinah and Coil were sitting at the table while Kaya went to talk to the receptionist about their arrival.

Before long, PRT Troopers came to the table and collected Coil.

The PRT Trooper said, “You will come with us.”

Wormmon said, “Please take Coil and Dinah. We will be staying here. I actually would like to talk to someone in charge or even a hero, but we would rather talk in the open.”

The lead PRT Trooper said, “Are you disobeying us?”

Greg said, “Can we leave Dinah here, actually? I kinda want a female presence and not escorted by faceless men.”

Wormmon said, "Master, are you sexist... Why do you make it so much harder? Ugh... Just take Coil already and if you want to fight, bring Legend. I will have to apologize if we destroy this entire building while I go Super Saiyan against him.”

Greg responded, “Your joking?”

Wormmon responded, “Of course I am not joking. I evolve with harder battles. Maybe I will unlock a new form if I battle Legend. Wait! Wormmon digievolve to Stingmon!”

Stingmon stood tall before the PRT Trooper, looming over them. Stingmon then said, “Let me tell you something about my powers. I make Crawler look like a joke.”

Greg responded, "Shit, he might actually do it. I got to film it! The PHO is going to go wild when I show them footage of Legend versus Bait!”

Coil screamed, “What are you idiots waiting for! Bring Legend! Bring the Heroes! Someone take down this monster!”

The Lead PRT Trooper said, “...No need for escalation, we will take Coil with us then.”

Coil left with two of the PRT Troopers. Coil left with a dejected slump on his shoulders.

Stingmon sat in the chair and said, “I hope they don’t keep me waiting.”

Greg said, “I think you are becoming a battle junkie.”

Stingmon replied, “I yearn for more power.”

Dinah tugged on Greg’s shirt and said to Greg, “Buy me an Alexandria plushie.”

Greg nodded and said, “Sure.”

----

The table now had Alexandria, Legend and Eidolon plushies, much to Dinah's joy and delight.

Stingmon bought a poster of the Triumvirate. He was going to force all those corrupt Heroes to sign it. Then sell it online to make a lot of money.

Legend and Prism stepped out of the elevator, making their way to the table where Stingmon, Greg, and Dinah sat.

Excitedly, Prism dashed towards the group, calling out to Dinah, "Hey, Dinah!"

She enveloped the little girl in a tight hug, bombarding her with questions. "Where have you been? What happened to you? Everyone was freaking out when you got kidnapped!"

Dinah looked puzzled, responding with a hesitant, "Uh, what?"

Stingmon remembered that Prism was actually Triumph's girlfriend, who happened to be Dinah's cousin. He couldn't resist commenting, "Small world we live in."

Thinking about the Six Degrees of Separation theory, Stingmon pondered how everyone is linked through a chain of friends and acquaintances.

Legend chimed in, expressing gratitude. "Thanks for rescuing her from Coil. It seems like you've got what it takes to be a hero."

Greg exclaimed, "This is seriously the best day ever!” ^_^.

Quickly covering Dinah's ears, Prism turned to Greg with a serious expression. "I've got one big concern, though. Why did you choose the cape name 'Masturbate'? It's not only inappropriate, but you've also been traveling with a young girl for a while now. I really hope you haven't done anything sketchy. Regardless of the law, I'll make sure you face consequences if you've harmed her in any way."

Dinah tried to remove herself from Prism. "Uhm, you're holding me too tight.”

Greg and Stingmon could feel the disappointment in Legend's stare.

Greg replied hurriedly, “No. No. Our names are Master and Bait...”

Greg slapped himself in the face and repeated the name, “Master... Bait.”

Prism said, “Oh... I apologize?”

Legend suggested, "Maybe consider changing the names. I mean, there are other heroes with humorous names like Super Sucker, Clockblocker, and the Vibrator."

Stingmon countered, "Nah, we're sticking with these names. I find them pretty amusing. Anyway, can you sign my poster?"

He showed the poster to Legend, who pulled out a pen and signed it.

Stingmon admired the signature. "I can't wait to get the other two and put this up for sale online."

Legend then brought up a more serious topic. "Despite your heroic act, I believe you've committed several crimes in Brockton Bay. We'll need to arrest you both."

Stingmon's interest was piqued. "It sounds like we're gearing up for a battle to the death."

Dinah interjected, reminding them, "But you promised you'd stay with me. If you fight, I'll be all alone."

Prism reassured her, "I'll stay with Dinah."

Greg intervened, urging for peace, especially for Dinah's sake. "Can't we avoid fighting, especially considering what Dinah's been through?"

Stingmon relented, "Fine. Can we please stay in the PRT building until tomorrow? We promise we won’t cause any trouble.”

Legend responded, arms crossed. "I’m aware that you broke a number of laws in Brockton Bay. Nonetheless, I find your actions more heroic than villainous. I will let it slide for now. You can stay at the PRT until tomorrow. I don’t want any crimes to be committed while you are staying with us."

Stingmon exclaimed in disbelief, "Wow, I can't believe it! We actually used dialogue, and it worked!"

Prism questioned, "Why is that such a surprise?"

Stingmon explained, "Because back in Brockton Bay, it never works! They'd rather die than take our advice to save lives. They'd rather fight than talk it out, like reasonable people! Dialogue never gets through to them!"

Legend apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Stingmon collapsed onto all fours, tears streaming down. T_T.

Dinah comforted the crying Digimon, patting his back gently. "There, there."

Stingmon continued to sob heavily.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg stood in the New York PRT Kitchen, staring at the array of ingredients laid out on the counter. Flour, eggs, milk, butter, and a few other odds and ends were neatly organized, ready to be transformed into something delicious.

With practiced hands, Greg began to measure out the ingredients, pouring flour into a mixing bowl and cracking eggs into a separate container. He whisked the eggs, added a splash of milk, and then slowly incorporated the flour, stirring until the batter was smooth and free of lumps.

As the aroma of pancakes began to fill the room, Greg couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There was something deeply gratifying about the process of creating something from scratch.

While the pancakes cooked on the pan, Greg set about preparing the toppings. He sliced fresh strawberries and bananas, arranging them on a plate with a sprinkle of powdered sugar. He also melted a bit of chocolate, knowing that a drizzle of sweetness would be the perfect finishing touch.

Finally, the pancakes were ready. Greg carefully stacked them on a plate, each one golden brown and fluffy. He garnished them with the prepared fruit and a generous drizzle of chocolate before carrying the plate to the table.

Dinah was carrying Wormmon in her hands as she exited the Ward room she stayed the night in.

Greg could remember Dinah wanting to cuddle with Wormmon as she dreams since she feared being kidnapped again.

Greg obviously agreed against Wormmon protest.

Dinah was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sat at the table.

Greg grinned as he placed the plate of pancakes in front of the young girl and said, “I hope you like pancakes. I made them from scratch, with an added dash of grandma's secret recipes and love.”

Dinah grabbed a fork and inhaled the topmost pancake, “Del-such.” Dinah said it with her mouth full.

Wormmon yawned, “I had the worst sleep ever. Being a body pillow sucks so much. A cute digimon like me needs a good 10 hours of sleep.”

Greg rubbed Wormmon's head and said, “Good boy.”

Wormmon replied, “Your head pat is not enough. I demand froot loops with warm milk.”

Greg nodded his head and then bowed, “Of course, your majesty.”

Greg started making Wormmon breakfast, which was typically sugary cereal.

When Wormmon received his cereal, Greg served his own pancakes and had a peaceful breakfast.

Near the end, when Dinah was done with her pancakes and Greg was sipping his juice. Dinah asked. “Do you have to go back to Brockton Bay? Can’t you stay here with me?”

Greg pondered how he was going to respond. He realized that Dinah was asking because she was scared and anxious. He wondered if there was anything he could say that could reduce Dinah’s fear.

Greg held his pinky toward Dinah. “Let's make a pinky promise. If you are ever in danger, I promise I will save you.”

Dinah's eyes widened and wavered as she clasped her own pinky with Greg and said it shakingly. “You promise.”

Greg gave a confident smile and said, “I am a hero.”

Dinah gave a bright smile.

A light was illuminated in Greg’s pocket. Slowly, Greg pulled out the Digimental of Kindness. “It’s glowing?”

Wormmon shouted, “Quick! Armor Digivolve me!”

“Sweet!” Greg grinned as he shouted, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon was armor digivolving. “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bucchiemon!”

Bucchiemon was a red fairy, like Digimon.

Dinah screeched and embraced and squeezed the small fairy, “Oh my, your so cute! You're a real fairy! Your adorable!”

Greg leaned his head down. “Wow, you're not a bug anymore. Well, you are small and doll-like.”

Bucchiemon escaped from Dinah's iron grip.

"Geez, Dinah, you're so grabby.” Bucchiemon replied as he examined his hands, “At least I got human hands. I can totally open soda bottles and doors.”

Greg asked, “Do you have any special powers?”

Bucchiemon answered, “I can shoot a beam that makes enemies become pacifists.”

“Ok?” Greg said.

Bucchiemon smirked, “Trust me. With this power, it will be much easier to fight Lung and Bakuda.”

Greg nodded, accepting the explanations. Greg continues his breakfast.

“Let me hold you a little longer. I need to enjoy hugging you before you leave,” Dinah asked, raising her hand toward Bucchiemon.

Bucchiemon's shoulder slumped. “Ugh. I am an introvert, and I am going to die soon... Alright, I will let you hold me a little longer...”

Dinah gave a tight hug to the fairy digimon.

Greg smiled. Everything is right in the world.

----

Greg drove away from the New York PRT headquarters, with Dinah bidding them farewell with a cheerful wave. Wormmon relaxed in the passenger seat as they embarked on their journey.

"Mission accomplished," Greg remarked.

Wormmon's response tempered Greg's enthusiasm. "Apologies for dampening your happiness. But remember, by the time we reach Brockton Bay, Bakuda's bombings will have started. We might be too late to even help. Are you prepared for what awaits us?"

Greg, momentarily forgetting the significance of the day, inquired, "Do you believe we can stop her?"

"We won't be solely facing Bakuda," Wormmon reminded him. "Oni Lee, Lung, and the other ABB gangsters will also battle us."

As Greg contemplated strategies while driving, he sought Wormmon's input. "Do you have a plan?"

Wormmon remained silent for a moment before responding, "We can't confront the ABB alone. Working together with other parahumans was crucial in the original timeline. Humanity tends to react rather than proactively addressing threats. In a week, there's a scheduled meeting for all capes to address the ABB's bombing spree. Until then, the people of Brockton Bay will endure hardships."

"We can't just stand by," Greg sighed.

"We will take action. Just have patience," Wormmon assured him.

With a nod, Greg continued driving towards Brockton Bay.

----

Greg was feeling guilty. Bakuda bombing has started and killed many people. The radio stations were having a heated discussion about it.

“Good evening, Brockton Bay. You're tuned in to WBAY 107.3 FM, bringing you the latest updates on the recent chaos gripping our city. I'm your host, Mary, and today's broadcast is no ordinary one.”

“As many of you are aware, a wave of devastating bombings has struck our beloved city, targeting crucial infrastructure and innocent civilians alike. Brockton Bay Hospital, the Downtown Police Station, the Andrew Jackson Bridge, and numerous other locations have fallen victim to these heinous attacks.”

“Reports are pouring in of Asian individuals implanted with bombs in their heads, begging to be saved or they will be forced to detonate them in public spaces, including a recent attempt at a local restaurant. It's a chilling reality we never imagined facing in our own backyard.”

“But amidst the chaos, there shines a beacon of hope. A mysterious cape known as Master and their partner Bait issued a warning prior to these bombings, potentially preventing even greater casualties. Their actions have sparked speculation and gratitude among the citizens of Brockton Bay.”

“However, the situation continues to escalate. We've just received word that Lung, the notorious parahuman, has escaped from PRT custody. With his formidable powers, his presence only adds to the uncertainty and fear gripping our city.”

“So, where do we turn in times like these? What are the heroes in our city doing to combat this threat and restore peace to our streets? It's a question on everyone's mind as we navigate through these turbulent times.”

“Stay tuned as we bring you updates from the ground, interviews with local officials and community leaders, and insights into the ongoing efforts to protect and rebuild our beloved Brockton Bay.”

“This is Mary, signing off for now. Remember, Brockton Bay, we're in this together. Stay safe, stay vigilant, and stay tuned to WBAY 107.3 FM for the latest updates.”

Greg frowned as he turned off the radio.

----

Greg drove through the chaotic streets of Brockton Bay, his eyes drawn to the flashing red and blue lights of emergency vehicles scattered throughout the city. Smoke billowed from burning buildings, and panicked crowds filled the sidewalks, adding to the sense of chaos and destruction.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he took in the scene. "This is a mess," he muttered under his breath.

Beside him, Wormmon nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is..."

Greg's shoulders slumped as he voiced his frustration. "I wish I could do more. I don’t even have powers. I'm just a regular guy. How am I supposed to help?"

Wormmon's voice was firm with reassurance. "You're super important, Greg. Without you, I can't digivolve or even armor digivolve. Don't discourage yourself, partner. We'll think of something. We'll make sure Bakuda pays for all the people she hurt."

Greg nodded, though doubt still lingered in his mind.

Parking near his apartment, Greg made his way inside, his thoughts still troubled by the chaos outside.

A box sat on the table, addressed to someone named Tommy from a person named ROB.

Greg furrowed his brow. "Must have been delivered to the wrong room."

Wormmon's voice cut through his confusion. "No, Greg. This is right. My name is Tommy. That was my human name before I became a Digimon."

"Your human name was Tommy?" Greg asked, surprised.

Wormmon shrugged. "Yes. But continue calling me Wormmon. Being human is overrated."

Greg nodded, opening the box to reveal an egg adorned with a red flame design and a protruding blade.

Excited, Wormmon exclaimed, "Oh! Oh! That’s the Digimental of Courage!"

Examining the egg, Greg pondered. "Is it related to the Digimental of Kindness?"

Wormmon confirmed his suspicion. "Yup. This will allow me to Armor Digivolve into another form."

Greg's excitement dimmed as he checked his pockets and realized the Digimental of Kindness was missing. "Uh-oh. I can't find the Digimental of Kindness."

Wormmon's panic was evident. "You lost it!"

Greg laughed nervously. "Maybe I left it in the van?" He hoped he hadn't misplaced the crucial item during their travels.

"We have to find it!" Wormmon insisted urgently.

Greg agreed, his mind racing with thoughts of where the missing Digimental could be. "Okay, okay. We will... One last question, though. Who is ROB.?"

Wormmon's response was tinged with bitterness. "I don't know, but I think ROB. is a sadist who enjoys torturing me for his own sick amusement."

Greg and Wormmon spent a few hours looking for the Digimental of Kindness and were unable to find it.

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

The next morning in the warehouse base. Greg was holding the Digimental of Courage toward Wormmon and yelled out, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon was armor digivolving. “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Shadramon!”

Shadramon was a Digimon resembling a butterfly with wings and an insect head, featuring a humanoid body with cannon-like appendages for hands, his cannon-like hands were each adorned with saw-toothed edges. Its entire body was marked with a fiery flame design.

Shadramon created a fire ball and said, “In this form, I’m the master of fire!”

Greg muttered loudly, “I am super jealous. Why can't I have fire powers? They're so awesome.”

Shadramon de-digivolved to Wormmon, “Before I forget, where did the Digimental of Courage disappear to?”

Greg was confused. He looked at his hand and found nothing. He checked his pockets and found nothing. “Where did it go? It was here one second ago!”

Wormmon said, “Try to Armor Digivolve me with the Digimental of Kindness. I have a theory.”

Greg responded, “I don’t have the Digimental of Kindness?”

“Just do it. Trust me.”

Greg nodded hesitantly and said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Greg's left eye had the Crest of Kindness. The Crest of Kindness in Greg’s eye was glowing bright.

Wormmon was armor digivolving. “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bucchiemon!”

Bucchiemon was floating in front of Greg and said, “I saw the Crest of Kindness in your left eye. I think the Digimental of Kindness is inside you, Greg.”

Greg touched his chest and said, “I awakened an awesome eye power! Like the sharingan. How is it in my eye?”

Bucchiemon shrugged. “Digimon shenanigans.”

Greg then asked excitedly, “Does that mean, I have superpowers? Am I a parahuman?”

Bucchiemon de-digivolved to Wormmon and said, “Well...if you consider you can transform me into other forms, then maybe?”

Greg deflated, “That sucks. I want to be a cape too.”

Wormmon shrugged. “You are cape, you just don’t have parahuman powers. Well, I still need you to digivolve. Anyway, take a break for the day or even practice your shooting. I have some work to do before we beat Bakuda.”

Greg nodded. “Alright.”

Wormmon was digivolving. “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

Stingmon was flying in the air and said to Greg, “I will see you soon.”

----

Miss Dairy Fantastic Ice Cream Shop sold ice cream, beverages, snow cones and other desserts.

The teenage ice cream scooper with the name Ray looked to be having a heart attack as the intimidating monster in front of him peered over the different ice cream flavors.

Vanilla
Chocolate
Strawberry
Mint Chocolate Chip
Cookies and Cream
Rocky Road
Butter Pecan
Coffee
Cookie Dough
Pistachio
Neapolitan

Stingmon was having a dilemma, he didn't know which ice cream to pick. He finally settled on Neapolitan.

Stingman said, “I will take three scoops of Neapolitan!”

Ray the ice cream man quickly gave the ice cream to Stingmon and with a smile, said, “Here you go!”

Stingmon took the ice cream and placed the twenty he was holding onto the counter. Stingmon said, “Keep the change.”

Stingmon didn’t have any pants, let alone pockets. There was no way he could carry around loose change without pockets.

Stingmon nibbles on the frozen treat as he leaves the ice cream shop.

Stingmon found a bench on the boardwalk and sat on it while enjoying his frozen treat and looking over the ocean tides.

Stingmon didn’t see the Protectorate HQ, however, he did enjoy the waves on the water.

Stingmon was at peace.

That all changed when Triumph blocked his view while crossing his arms.

“What do you think you're doing?” Triumph asked, giving a stern look at Stingmon.

Stingmon took a bite out of his ice cream and said, “Neapolitan. You can’t have any of my ice cream.”

“...I am going to have to arrest you.”

“Oh really. Is there anyway to treat a hero who risks their lives to save someone you care about? Personally, I would give this poor unfortunate hero some money as a reward.”

“...Are you extorting me?” Triumph asked, giving Stingmon a weird look.

“I would never... It is not like I knew your routine. I found a nice ice cream store and waited for you to show up... Anyhow, please donate to this poor hero if you have any heart. About 1,000 dollars should do. I know your loaded.”

“Are you sure you can call yourself a hero? I should arrest you.”

"Oh, we both know I can fly away. Well, I don't want to since I would ruin my ice cream.”

“How do you know I will follow your demands?”

“Because you're a hero, and most importantly, you owe us... Ah well... Please help us, hero. My ambitions to save Brockton Bay would be much easier if I had cash... ”

Triumph shook his head, sighed and looked at the sky, hoping for guidance. After sixty heartbeats, Triumph finally said, “Wait here... I will give you some money.”

Triumph walked away.

Stingmon started to eat his ice cream and enjoyed the view.

Stingmon came to an epiphany. He could order three different types of ice cream scoops. With the new information, Stingmon was going to order different ice creams the next time he went to the ice cream store.

Triumph would later come back with a thousand dollars.

Stingmon now had the money to buy all the drugs he ever needed.

----

Stingmon was flying through the night sky. Heading toward the Palanquin to buy drugs.

“Hey stop!” A familiar female voice yelled at Stingmon.

Stingmon slowed down and turned his head to the left, where the voice came from.

Glory Girl, Shielder and Laserdream were flying toward him.

“Stop, don’t come closer,” Stingmon said, raising his clawed hands outstretched in front of him.

To Stingmon's relief, the trio of heroes stopped getting closer to Stingmon. He personally didn’t want to be affected by Glory Girl’s aura.

Shielder was the first to say, "Hello there, Bait! The hero of the day. I must confess, initially I thought you were a bit of a lunatic, but you've certainly proven me wrong. Great job!"

“Shielder,” Laserdream softly chided and whacked her brother at the back of the head. “Hello Bait. You can call me Laserdream, this is my brother Shielder and my cousin Glory Girl. We were patrolling the area when we spotted you... I need to ask, Are you not planning anything nefarious or breaking any laws?”

Stingmon entertained the thought of telling the younger members of New Waves that he was going to buy drugs. Instead, he replied, “Currently, I am running errands... Well, I want to tell you more, but well... Yeah.”

Glory Girl said, “Bait isn't exactly a bad bug, more of a morally gray character. He's not a villain per se, though he does fall on the wrong side of the law.”

Shielder then said, “He is a good guy in my book. If it wasn’t for Bug Cowboy and Bug Man, we would have gotten way more deaths and injuries. That means more work for Amy, which would mean she would be more cranky.”

Glory Girl nodded her head in agreement, “True. We all don’t want a cranky Amy.”

Stingmon said, “Bug Cowboy and Bug Man? Are those names that the PRT has given me?”

“Yup! Isn't it as catchy as Master and Bait,” Shielder said happily. “You know that PHO is calling you? The Jerkers of Brockton Bay.”

Laserdream smacked her brother behind the head again.

Stingmon nodded his head and said, “Ah yes, I love the internet.”

Laserdream then said, “I don’t like your methods, however, your heart is in the right place. I think you can be a good hero with some guidance. Would you like to patrol with us?”

Stingmon responded, “Thank you for the offer, yet it was never my intention to be a hero. At best a savior, at worst a violent vigilante. It would be better if you... nice and friendly heroes don’t associate with me.”

Laserdream said, “I think I know what you're saying. You are going to be breaking the law to take down the villains. If you walk down that road, I will warn you, we will be enemies.”

Glory Girl and Shielder seem to be tense.

Stingmon admitted to himself that Laserdream was correct. He was going to have to kill. He was going to break the law. He was going to use everything at his disposal to not just survive, but to save everyone.

Stingmon said, “You're going to hate my methods... You can consider me an enemy. I will consider you guys as allies.”

Shielder smiled and said, “Do you want to be friends?”

Laserdream smacked her brother behind the head the third time.

Shielder yelled at Laserdream, “Why do you keep hitting me?”

Laserdream responded, “Because you're my idiot little brother.” Laserdream then looked at Stingmon with a complicated expression and said, “We will stop you if you do go evil.”

Glory Girl said, “If you do need help, that won’t involve breaking the law. We will happily help you.”

Stingmon responded, “Thank you. I hope you three have a nice night.”

Stingmon quickly flew away.

----

The Palanquin seems to be bursting with teenagers having a good time.

The neon lights on the sign guide hormonal teens like a moth to the flames.

With Bakuda bombing spree going through the city and high school close, teenagers had a lot of free time.

Stingmon could have broken into the building. Either through a window or by using digital devices. However, he wanted to have a better relationship with the Faultline Crew that ran the place.

Stingmon waited in line. Much to the discomfort of everyone else also waiting in line to get into the Palanquin.

It was a long wait before Stingmon got in front of the line.

The Bouncers looked at Stingmon and said, “Id.”

Stingmon said, “I am here to talk to Faultline.”

“Figures.” The bouncer nodded his head.

Bouncer opened the door and allowed Stingmon to walk through.

The dance floor was packed, and there wasn’t a single table without a large group.

The music was loud, obnoxious, and would definitely kill someone's eardrums.

Stingmon awkwardly moved to the bar and signaled to the barkeeper.

The barkeeper smiled and said, “What can I get you?”

Stingmon said, “I want to talk to Faultline.”

The barkeeper pointed up, “You can find her on the second floor.”

Stingmon nodded his head, turned around, and didn’t see any stairs. Only hundreds of teenagers were partying like it was the end of the world.

Stingmon sighed, this was going to be an arduous journey.

----

It took longer than expected, however, Stingmon found the second floor, where he meant Gregor the Snail.

Gregor said, “Good evening. What can I help you with?”

Stingmon said, “I have journeyed long and hard to find Newter. I want some of his saliva, blood or sweat. I will pay for it.”

Gregor asked, “What exactly are you going to do with Newter bodily fluid? Is it for your own pleasure or other entertainment? Is it to experiment with the liquid to create drugs or other tinkertech inventions? I do worry since I am his friend.”

Stingmon answered, “It is to take down Lung. Newter powers work really well against Lung, even when he goes full dragon.”

Gregor replied, “I believe we should consolidate with Faultline. Will you please follow me?”

Stingmon said, “Sure.”

Gregor led Stingmon to Faultline’s office.

Faultline’s office had three chairs and a coach. Faultline desk is being made from nice oak.

Gregor moved behind Faultline, who was sitting behind the desk.

Faultline stared at Stingmon and motioned for Stingmon to sit.

Stingmon sat in the chair.

Stingmon and Faultline didn’t say anything for a few moments.

Faultline eyes seem to examine Stingmon's abnormal appearance.

Faultline poured herself some whisky and said, "Hello, Bug Man. What brings you here?”

Stingmon said, “I want to buy Newter body fluids and use them to take down Lung. Also, the name Bug Man is a very lame name. Can you please call me Bait? I prefer that name over Bug Man, Miss Faultline.”

Faultline replied, “Alright then. If you don’t mind me asking, Are you a Case 53? Do you have the Omega symbol on you?”

Stingmon remained silent. Thinking about what he could reveal to Faultline. “...”

Faultline said, “Are you alright?”

Stingmon chuckled. “Geez in front of you guys makes me want to change my plans... Case 53 are the victims and always seem to get the short end of the stick. This is a problem that even I have trouble fixing... To answer your questions. I am not Case 53, and you are also wrong about a fact. That tattoo that Case 53 have... it is not the Omega sign, it is the letter ‘C’. I know the truth.”

No one talked. Fautline and Gregor absorbed the information.

Faultline looked at Gregor's Case 53 symbol and examined it in detail.

Faultline slowly rose from her seat, leaned toward Stingmon, and said, “Do you know how hard it is to break a toothpick? Is it exactly how hard it would be for me to tear your limbs from their sockets. Start. Talking.”

Stingmon responded while shaking his head, “The end... The well.. Hmm... I will be honest with you. I made a blunder. As you know, we have information about the future. So I need to ask? Are you prepared to die, Miss Melanie? The same people who created Case 53 also accidentally created Endbringers. Do you understand the scale of how scary these people are? They are also totally fine with killing to keep their secrets. One time, they released Case 53, which killed over 100 people for no apparent reason. You cannot run from them, you cannot hide from them, they will kill you...”

Faultline then growled out,"How do you know my name?” Faultline shook her head, “Of course your teammate must have told you.”

“Their one exception to the rule! Scion! Yet they’re working hard to figure out how to kill him too. Not to worry though, the situation will change in a year, and I will be free to tell you all about the origins of Case 53. So please be patient, the alternative is that you will... disappear.”

Faultline nodded her head and said, “Okay... Okay... Do you want to work for me? I can pay you well.”

Stingmon considered the proposal and then shook his head. "Well, maybe. Not at the moment, right now, me and my partner are going to be fighting against the ABB.”

Faultline nodded her head and said, “Alright. So you want to use Newter fluid to take down Lung. I can accept that. How much are you going to pay for it?”

Stingmon took out the hundred-dollar bills and laid them on the desk. “1000 dollars.”

Faultline took a single hundred dollar bill and said, “Learn to negotiate. Gregor, please bring Newter.”

Gregor nodded his head and left the office.

Faultline took a drink and asked, “So your like a Changer?”

Stingmon answered, “I am more similar to an infant Endbringer.”

Faultline choked on air.

Newter arrived with a plastic cup and said, “So your the customer?”

Stingmon nodded his head and said, "Yes, I am.”

Newter nodded, breathed in, and spit out a large amount of saliva into the plastic cup container which was then sealed with a plastic lid. He took out tape, wrapped around a plastic cup lid. Then took out a marker and wrote the name Bug Man on the plastic cup.

Newter gave it to Stingmon, who mechanically took the sealed plastic cup.

Newter than said, “I am available Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights. You can ask the barkeeper if you have any orders and pick it up from the barkeeper when I get to it. Anyway, I hope you have a nice day, dude. The price of saliva is set at 50 dollars.”

“Thank you for your help,” Stingmon said to Newter.

Stingmon decided to leave the Palanquin since his business was complete.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Thirty-five bombings occurred last night. The casualties were increasing and the city was turning into a war zone.

Greg sighs heavily as he thinks about the miserable state of Brockton Bay.

The Warehouse that became their heroic base is now much cleaner. In the corner of the warehouse, Greg had all of his equipment.

Multiple rifles, guns, grenades, bullet-proof vests, shields, knives, ropes, medical gear and an inflatable raft.

Greg looked at the container that held Newter toxins and carefully removed the lid.

Greg had the bullets lined up like miniature soldiers in front of him.

With caution, Greg grabbed an artistic paint brush and dipped into Newter toxins, then grabbed a bullet and started to coat the bullet with the highly potent toxin.

Greg was able to coat 22 bullets with Newter toxins.

Stingmon returned to the warehouse. As normal, he uses the broken windows as his entryway.

Greg tips his cowboy hat toward Stingmon and says, “Howdy partner.”

Stingmon gives a nod in return, “Hello Greg. Finding Bakuda is turning out to be extremely difficult. We are going to need to ask for help.”

“Who are we going to ask?”

“The Undersiders.”

“Who?”

“They are a group of villains that like to steal things.”

“Oh. Why do we need their help?”

“Because there are villains with a heart of gold. I mean, seriously, with all you went through with the PRT, can you really trust them? Shadow Stalker used her position to torment Taylor. Dauntless, who fought us when we tried to spread the truth, Coil, who was part of the PRT and kidnapped a young girl, The Undersiders are bad people, the dilemma is that the PRT is so much worse.”

“What about Legend?”

“I stand by my statement. Let's ask Taylor to set up a meeting with the Undersiders. She is a member of their gang.”

“Wait! Taylor ended up joining a gang!”

“Don’t worry, she is a terribly good influence on them.”

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Greg was once again in front of Hebert’s residence.

Knocking on the door, Greg waited patiently on the front steps.

Greg could hear the pitter platter as someone was walking down the stairs.

The door opens and Taylor, wearing her pajamas, is now staring at Greg. She briefly looked up and down at Greg, searching for any clue as to why he was here.

“What do you want, Greg?” Taylor asked.

Greg smiled and said, “It is good to see you. Well...” Greg coughed. “I want to talk with your teammates about a favor.”

Taylor then frowned and said, “What kind of favor?”

“About the bombings, I am not asking you to fight. Well, can your team help us find Bakuda?”

“I don’t know,” Taylor seemed to hesitate. “I don’t mind helping you guys. I don’t know about the rest of my teammates, they're motivated by money.”

“Can you contact them at least? A lot of people are getting hurt.”

“...Alright Greg. Wait a minute.”

Taylor closes the door and the sound of her feet going upstairs echoes in the wind.

It wasn’t long before Greg grew bored.

Greg takes out his gun, he makes sure the safety pins are on and then starts to twirl the gun around his finger.

Taylor eventually returns after a long wait.

Taylor was now wearing her cape costume. “Against my own and their better judgment. My teammates have agreed to meet with you. Let's go meet them.”

Greg gave a brilliant smile. “Sweet! I will drive us there!”

Taylor raised an eyebrow. “You can drive?”

“Totally!”

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Greg drove Taylor to an isolated and remote parking lot in front of a forgotten mall.

Greg spotted three monstrous dogs and the other members of the Undersiders were waiting for them.

Taylor left the van first.

Greg had prepared a cunning weapon against the Undersiders.

A basket of muffins.

Greg paid top dollar to get fresh muffins.

Chocolate muffins.

Blueberry muffins.

Banana muffins.

All were in the basket.

Greg just knew he would win the hearts of the Undersiders with the baked goods.

Greg left the van with a basket of muffins in hand.

Greg briskly walked toward the Undersiders and waved his hands widely. "Hello, my fellow law breakers! I have brought the muffins!” Greg yelled out loudly.

Grue, who was the most intimidating with his skull mask and darkness shroud, didn’t react.

Tattletale examined Greg with a critical eye.

Regent twirled his staff.

Bitch seemed to lean closer.

Skitter bugs seem to be buzzing.

Greg stretched his hand and the muffin basket closer to the Undersider. “Go ahead and have a muffin. There are plenty to go around. My personal favorite is the chocolate chip muffin. My least favorite is the banana muffin.”

Bitch moved forward, took out a muffin from the basket, sniffed it and then removed her mask and took out a large bite. Bitch nodded her head and said, “Tasty.”

Greg smiled. “These are the best in Brockton Bay. Made from Pauley Mother’s Bakery, which I rate the best bakery goods in the city.”

Regent then approached and said, “I am the last person to say no to free food.”

Regent took a banana muffin.

Grue finally spoke, “Your not wearing your cape costume. Still, it wouldn’t be rude to assume I am speaking with Master.”

Greg nodded his head and said he was going to respond.

“He’s a fake,” Tattletale said in a sing-song voice. “He doesn’t have power. He’s been lying about being a time-traveler. He is far too trusting and gullible. If a girl was even a tiny bit nice to him, he would fall in love and follow her like a lost puppy.”

“Ouch,” Greg said. "Dude, you just murdered me.”

“Tattletale,” Grue said in a warning voice.

Tattletale continued, "Wait, I am not done. You are attracted to our good friend Skitter, but you are too cowardly to ask her out. No wait. You feel guilty... Something about a baby.”

Skitter, Grue, Regent, and Greg turned their full attention toward Tattletale.

Tattletale shrugged. “That is the best I'm getting out of him.”

Regent then said, "Skitter, I didn’t know you were bringing your ex-boyfriend.”

Skitter said calmly as the bugs seemed to buzz, “He’s not my ex-boyfriend.”

Regent responded casually, “Fine, your sugar daddy, sex toy, boytoy, friends with benefits, side piece or whatever you like to call him.”

Skitter said, “He's just my classmate.”

Regent responded, “You're boring.”

Grue clapped his hand. “The drama can wait another time. I wasn’t even sure we should have this meeting. However, you have arrested our boss, approached one of our members out of costume and been active in Brockton Bay. What exactly are you planning?”

Greg’s blackberry started to ring, Greg pulled out his phone. Wormmon digitized out of the phone into the real world.

Wormmon waved one of his stumps at the Undersiders. “Hello everyone, it is good to see you.”

Regent leaned down to take a good look. “Sweet a pokemon.”

Wormmon responded with a shrug. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I look like a cuddling Pokemon. I am definitely tougher than them. It feels weird to meet the exalted Undersider in the flesh. Actually, I feel like crying. It is kind of weird since it should be a happy moment.”

Tattletale muttered out loud, “I can’t fucking read him. What is that thing?”

Bitch answered, “A really big bug.”

Grue asked again, “What are you guys planning?”

Wormmon answered, “I am from the future. Well, it is the best analogy that isn’t too complicated for you guys to understand. Originally, I was going to become Skitter’s partner. The Queen of Escalations! The Ultimate Antivillian! Taylor ‘Badass’ Hebert.”

Skitter responded, “Please don't give me a weird epithet.”

Wormmon answered, “We all love you Taylor very much. Anyhow, this is my plan. Kill Eidolon. Mystery steps. Profit. Mystery steps. Save the world.”

Greg nodded his head in full agreement. “Sounds like a plan.”

Grue said, “You are leaving out a lot of details.”

Wormmon nodded. “Yup. Anyhow, let's make a deal. A secret alliance, if you will. You help us. We will help you. My plan is to take down the ABB and Empire 88 and have the Undersider replace the gangs in Brockton Bay.”

Tattletale said, “I like this plan.”

Skitter said, “Do you think it is a good idea to be an official gang and take over Brockton Bay?”

Grue crossed his hand and said, “Hold on everyone. Before we start a war with parahuman gangs in Brockton Bay, I need to ask the important question. Why should we trust you?”

Greg answered, “I want to help the people of Brockton Bay. The city of Brockton Bay is like a person, there could be bad bacteria and good bacteria. I don’t need to be a genius to know that murderous bombings by psychos and Nazis are not good for the city. Besides, Coil was going to betray you guys anyway, didn’t you find his conditions too good to be true?”

Tattletale spoke dramatically, “I am shocked. I am absolutely speechless! The mysterious backer with an unknown agenda, oversized ego and love giving me grunt work would betray us!.”

Regent said, “I like our boss, he paid well.”

Grue finally said, “We’ll help you track Bakuda down. I hope you get payback for us. As for our future alliance, I guess we will keep our eyes peeled and ears to the ground.”

Greg was happy and said, “Awesome!” Greg tried to shake hands with Grue.

Grue ignored Greg and leaned down and handshaked with Wormmon's stubby arms.

Regent said, “Your jealousy is showing.”

Grue responded, “Shut up, Regent.”

Master and Bait and the Undersiders have officially become secret allies.

Chapter Text

POV Grue Brian

Brian was armed with a broom and dustpan. The Undersider Hideout was a mess and he was going to clean it and make it liveable.

Brian first started in the corner, where Lisa had put her conspiracy board.

Lisa would rotate what she put on the board and the latest conspiracy she was trying to unravel was the mysterious new capes, Master and Bait.

Brian stared at what was on the board. A picture of the Master with his fly mask and cowboy attire. A red thread was connected to a picture of a baby and another to a show called Dragon Ball. As for Bait, there was a connection to Master.

Brian started tidying up all the articles that were left haphazardly on the floor and placing them in a folder.

“Lisa is going to be mad,” Brian said out loud. Lisa didn’t like Brian touching her board or anything else she used to figure out a mysterious conspiracy. Brian could already imagine her voice bitchy at him.

Brian thought it was worth it. A clean Hideout was good for his headspace.

A good headspace is what Brian needed.

They lost their boss and the only reason Brian wasn’t freaking out was that Lisa was clever enough to steal a few million from Coil’s account.

Right now, the Brockton Bay cape scene is too hot for comfort, especially with Bakuda trying her hardest to blow everyone up.

Brian was the leader of the Undersider and needed to prepare to act. A good amount of headspace was needed. A good headspace requires a clean hideout. As such, Brian continued to organize everything neatly and tidy the area.

Brian moved to the TV video game bookshelf.

Alec was playing Mortal Combat on the TV and lying on the couch.

Brian took charge of the situation and began arranging the video game shelf meticulously, sorting the titles alphabetically. Alec, on the other hand, threw a fit, questioning Brian's actions with exaggerated complaints.

"Hey, are you messing with my games?" Alec bellowed as Brian sorted.

"I'm just organizing them alphabetically," Brian replied calmly.

"But I have my own system! How am I supposed to find anything now?"

"Relax, Alec. Alphabetical order makes it easy to locate games. How do you even find anything? Some of the video game discs are in the wrong box."

“By color.”

“That’s stupid.”

"It's not stupid! It's like a ritual for me," Alec defended. "I enjoy the hunt, rediscovering games along the way. It's like exploring a treasure trove of nostalgia."

Brian shook his head. "Well, if you're going to make a mess, at least clean up after yourself," he remarked, undeterred as he continued organizing.

Alec mockingly saluted him. "Yes, mom."

Taylor was reading a book with the title 'Living Dead Girl' on the table.

Brian asked, "Do you want some tea?"

Brian himself preferred coffee. However, he knew that Taylor enjoyed tea. He got better at making tea for Taylor. He even had a nice tea set and biscuits to go with the tea.

Taylor's response was hurried, "Oh, no need to trouble yourself. I'm fine."

Brian's lips twitched in a faint smile. "Ah, well... Hmm... My throat feels parched, and the mood calls for tea. I'll brew some. Should you change your mind, a cup awaits."

With a purposeful stride, Brian made his way to the kettle, filling it with water from the sink.

"Brian," Taylor's voice wavered, hesitation evident in her words. "Do you believe we should form a gang?"

Brian answered, "Yes, I think that's the next step for the Undersiders."

"But wouldn't maintaining our current setup be better?"

"I think transitioning into a gang will solidify our unity as a team."

"I'm not sure I follow."

Brian placed the kettle on the stove and immediately his fingers adjusted the stove's dials with precision. While the water was heating up, Brian moved to the table and sat at the seat across from Taylor.

"When we had our boss, he provided the money and incentives to stay together as a team. Now that we have a lot of money, what is the point of staying together as a team?"

“Friendship?”

“I have my doubts. We work well together, yet our interests do not align and will cause friction. We need a goal to strive for. Anyway, establishing ourselves as a gang secures our unity. Better yet, if we gain territory, we can use our rising reputation to protect us from outside threats. I want this team to help me if I am ever in trouble. Don’t you also want the same thing?"

"We could rebrand ourselves as heroes."

A wry chuckle escaped Brian's lips. "I doubt Regent or Bitch would want to help people. Can you fathom Bitch clad in spandex? And Tattletale's sharp tongue would surely lead us astray."

"Ugh..." Taylor groaned as the realization hit her.

"Anyway, we can still do good as a gang. I would love to kick out the Empire from the city. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Yeah..." Taylor answered.

The kettle started whistling and Brian got up to make the tea.

Brian made two cups of tea.

Taylor absently took the cup of tea, obviously thinking about the early conversation.

Brian enjoyed the peace and quiet.

Lisa left her room with a vulpine smile on her face.

Brian turned to Lisa.

Brian asked, “What did you find?”

Lisa answered while giving a smirk of triumph, "Where Bakuda is hiding.”

Lisa's answer was music to Brian’s ears.

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POV Vista

Vista was running on coffee and spite.

The PRT, Protectorate and Wards were running around from one disaster bombing to another.

The harm that Bakuda committed to people was unforgivable. Vista was at the scene of people being disfigured by the bombs. Sometimes. Only sometimes, death was a mercy. Especially the victims of the Greyboy’s bombs.

The internet had so many pictures of victims of Bakuda bombing that even made full-grown men disgusted and queasy.

The internet was both a blessing and a curse. There's just some information you should not know, just so it doesn't affect your own mental health.

Vista and Clockblocker were now heading toward a parahuman incident.

From what the console told them, Bug Cowboy and Bug Man were spotted going into a hardware store and buying questionable items.

Vista stretched space and allowed herself and Clockblocker to arrive at the hardware store quickly.

They entered the store and saw the shelves filled with various building tools and equipment.

The store manager, a white middle-aged man with square glasses, greeted Vista and Clockblocker. “Hello Wards, I’m the manager of this store and my name is Watson. What can I do for you?”

Clockblocker replied, “We heard you got a visit from Master and Bait. We would like to know what they bought.”

Vista corrected, “They called Bug Cowboy and Bug Man.”

Manager Walson said, “I’ll check the store camera and the register.”

Vista and Clockblocker waited until Manager Walson collected all the information.

Vista and Clockblocker received a list of the items that Bug Cowboy and Bug Man purchased.

“Huh,” Vista said. “Why would they buy this stuff?”

Clockblocker answered, “Maybe they're building something?”

The list of items bought by Master and Bait.

Ten spray paint cans.

Five gasoline tanks.

Twenty-five dish soaps.

Fifty pounds of metal nails.

Vista and Clockblocker were left with more questions than answers.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg was standing on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse.

Greg was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath his costume and carried an AK-47.

Most of the villains were active at the late hours of the night in Brockton Bay.

That is why it was important to attack at 10 AM, when the villains were asleep.

The surprise attack only really worked when it was a surprise.

Greg was staring down at an unmarked warehouse with all the windows covered in dark curtains.

Greg didn't see anyone guarding the warehouse. However, according to Tattletale, the warehouse is where Bakuda was hiding. “It ends today, doesn’t it? We are going to arrest Bakuda.”

Wormmon answered, “Not just Bakuda. If our plan works, this will be the end of the ABB.”

Greg replied with a smile. The anticipation was making him jumpy.

Greg decided to open his brand new tablet and check out the plan.

A bird's-eye view of the ABB warehouse was displayed on the map.

To the north of the ABB warehouse was an empty parking lot.

To the west of the ABB warehouse was another abandoned warehouse.

To the east of the ABB warehouse was the bay.

To the south of the ABB warehouse was another abandoned warehouse. Greg and Wormmon were observing the ABB from rooftop of the south warehouse.

The battle plan against the ABB gang was more like a guideline that Greg and Wormmon followed. It was better to separate them into bullet points.

The first bullet point of the plan was to use gasoline and start a fire in the west, east, and south of the ABB warehouses. This way, the ABB gangsters and capes will fight in the abandoned parking lot in the north. The fire path would be shaped like a crescent moon, with the ABB warehouse in the center and the North parking lot being the only path not engulfed in flames.

The second bullet point was to create a field advantage to the north of the ABB warehouse, which was the open parking lot.

We used metal nails to forge Japanese ninja makibishi or caltrops. The caltrops are made up of two or more sharp nails or spines arranged in such a manner that one of them always points upward from a stable base. The caltrops were crude and will be spread across the parking lot or soon-to-be battlefield.

We also spread dish soap everywhere in the parking lot. We are hoping that enemies will slip on the dish soap.

The reason is because all three evolved forms of Wormmon, which are Stingmon, Bucchiemon and Shadramon, can fly. Both the caltrops and dish soap wouldn’t affect a flying Digimon. It was effective against Oni Lee, Bakuda and even Lung, who only gained wings near the end of his rising power.

There were individual plans to take down the three ABB Capes and gangsters, but they were more situation-based.

Greg turned to Wormmon and said, “We prepared everything. We set up the battlefield with traps. We spread the gasoline around the ABB warehouse. Are you ready?”

“I was born ready,” Wormmon said with resolution.

Greg smiled with excitement and said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

In Greg's left eye, the Crest of Courage appeared.

Wormmon said loudly, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Shadramon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Shadramon.

Shadramon said, “Let’s end the Azn Bad Boys!”

Shadramon flew toward the area that was covered in oil and aimed his arm cannon at the oil that was spread on the ground.

“Flare Buster!” Shadramon started sending fireballs and lit the oil.

The west, east, and south of the center of the ABB Warehouse had a wall of fire spreading.

Greg had a feeling that the flames would spread much farther. However the priority was to capture Bakuda and end her reign of terror.

Shadramon returned to Greg's side and de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon asked in concern. “Do you think they know they're getting attacked?”

Greg looked at the flames that were spread out. "Well, it doesn’t even look like they have anyone keeping watch... Should I fire my rifle at the warehouse?”

“Don’t hit the windows,” Wormmon warned. “We don’t want to accidentally trigger any bombs, which could potentially cause a chain reaction that will end up killing Bakuda.”

“Yeah, killing Bakuda is bad. So I can hit the windows, right? The bullet impact should wake them up.”

“Go ahead and hit the walls of the warehouse.”

Greg nodded his head. He got his AK-47 rifle aimed at the ABB warehouse. He pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the ABB warehouse wall. Greg smiled that he hit his target. He pulled the trigger two more times and both hit the warehouse.

It didn’t take long for ABB gangsters and even Oni Lee to leave the warehouse, searching for the enemy.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon evolved into Stingmon.

Stingmon said, “I got Oni Lee, aim for the gangster.”

Greg saluted, “Will do boss.”

Stingmon swiftly flew toward Oni Lee.

Oni Lee and Stingmon were currently battling it out.

There were over thirty ABB gangsters, some had guns, and others were carrying bats and knives.

Greg aimed his rifle and shot at the ABB gangster with a gun in his chest.

As soon as one of the ABB gangsters went down, everyone ended up scattering.

Either it was a planned strategy from ABB gangsters or everyone panicked. Either way, it was making Greg's job much harder to hit anyone with the rifle.

Wormmon once joked that Greg couldn’t even hit a fish in a barrel, even if he used a machine gun.

Greg was going to prove Wormmon wrong with his incredible marksmanship.

“Come on guys, stand still,” Greg whined as he lined up the shot and missed hitting the ABB gangster.

Moving targets seem to be Greg’s weakness.

Greg lost his temper and unleashed all of his bullets.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Much to Greg’s ire, he couldn’t hit anyone. Greg was forced to reload his rifle and try again.

Greg was fortunate that none of the ABB gangsters were a threat to him.

Greg had two advantages, he had a rifle, while the ABB gangster's most advanced weapon was a pistol. Second, he had an environmental advantage, a wall of flames was blocking the gangster from approaching and the warehouse rooftop he was standing on made it difficult for any gangster to reach him.

Greg would continue in vain to hit the ABB gangsters.

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POV Bakuda

Bakuda was a genius, surrounded by imbeciles.

“Move it, people! Move it faster! If we lose any of my tools, I will blow all your heads off!” Bakuda screamed.

The pickup truck was going to be used to move all the equipment she used to make the bombs and even the surplus bombs were being moved.

Before long, the heroes, rival gangs and even the police were raiding the warehouse.

Bakuda knew that Lung wasn’t going to show up.

The idiom that you shouldn’t wake up a sleeping dragon was fitting for this clusterfuck of a situation.

The gangsters and the recruited volunteers loaded the pickup truck.

Bakuda was going to escape.

However, first she was going to teach the overgrown bug that you shouldn’t mess with her.

Bakuda had her bomb launcher ready and got onto the pickup truck.

“Let's show that insect my beautiful baby bombs!” Bakuda yelled.

The truck started, and the warehouse’s garage door opened as the truck left the warehouse.

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POV Stingmon

Fighting Oni Lee was like trying to swat an annoying mosquito. He constantly replaced himself with a clone, and just when you thought you'd hit him, he'd stab you with his dagger.

The clones were numerous, making the fight feel like a game of Whac-A-Mole. Each clone disappeared with a single hit.

Stingmon had initially thought their battle would be a prolonged exchange of blows, like a scene from Dragon Ball Z, but he quickly realized how wrong he was.

Oni Lee was a skilled and experienced fighter who had perfected his power to its fullest potential.

Stingmon hovered just above the ground, his stingers poised and ready.

Oni Lee, wielding a dagger in each hand, slashed with his left hand while throwing the right-hand dagger at Stingmon's face.

Stingmon leaned to the right, using the rotation to deliver a lightning-fast kick to Oni Lee's side, disintegrating the clone into ash.

Two more Oni Lee clones appeared on either side of Stingmon, aiming their daggers at his vulnerable armpits.

Using his momentum, Stingmon extended his arms like helicopter blades and slashed both clones with his stingers.

Stingmon flew into the sky, hearing a loud screeching sound below as space itself twisted. The reason: the clones had dropped Bakuda’s Tinkertech grenades at his feet.

Spotting Oni Lee, Stingmon swiftly flew toward him and swung his stinger like a sword. The clone dissolved after the attack.

Oni Lee reappeared a few feet behind Stingmon.

Stingmon flew back and stabbed the new Oni Lee, but this one was also a clone.

Another Oni Lee appeared just as quickly. Stingmon rushed at him, attacking relentlessly.

No matter where Oni Lee teleported, Stingmon was always one step behind. He would attack, and Oni Lee would replace himself with a clone.

Sometimes Oni Lee dropped bombs, other times he chained his teleports with dagger attacks.

All attacks were useless against Oni Lee.

Stingmon was as swift as the wind, and his reaction time was just as quick. He could keep up with Oni Lee's teleportation.

Oni Lee moved toward the parking lot, where the traps were laid out.

Stingmon pressed the offensive.

A pickup truck emerged from the ABB warehouse. Bakuda stood in the back with her grenade launcher.

She fired five bombs at Stingmon. “Have a taste of these overgrown cockroach!”

Stingmon swiftly flew up, allowing the bombs to detonate below him. The explosions created a swirling vortex, and one turned the air gray, a Grayboy bubble bomb.

Oni Lee jumped onto the moving pickup truck and was trying to make a getaway with Bakuda.

As the pickup truck went toward the parking lot where Stingmon and Greg set up a large number of traps, Stingmon had a premonition of a car crash.

The pickup truck slipped on the dish soap and started to lose control. The wheels were then punctured by the sharp caltrops, deflating the tire and making the pickup truck uncontrollable.

“Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes! Hit the fucking brakes!!!” Bakuda screamed like a lunatic as the pickup truck started spinning in a 360-degree circle.

Oni Lee was forced to jump off the uncontrollable pickup truck and land safely on the ground.

Stingmon flew quickly at him, swinging his stinger like a sword.

Stingmon ended up destroying an Oni Lee clone.

Oni Lee teleported to another location in the parking lot, but stepped on a sharp caltrop that dug into his shoe and pierced his foot.

For a second, Oni Lee looked down at his injured foot.

That was all the time Stingmon needed.

He pointed his stinger forward and charged at full speed toward Oni Lee.

Stingmon’s stinger punctured Oni Lee's chest, creating a hole.

A clone replaced Oni Lee, only to turn to ash.

For a brief moment, Stingmon thought he hadn't injured Oni Lee. However, the hot blood on his stinger proved he had wounded the elusive parahuman.

“Argh!” Oni Lee appeared behind Stingmon.

Oni Lee was clenching his bloody chest as he was on the fours in the asphalt parking lot.

Stingmon hesitated, yet he steeled his will for the task ahead. Stingmon was going to kill Oni Lee. “I can’t keep being a coward.”

Stingmon moved quickly behind Oni Lee. Stingmon thrust his stinger into the back of Oni Lee's head, piercing through Oni Lee’s skull, piercing through Oni Lee's brain, and finally ending Oni Lee's life.

Stingmon took his stinger out from Oni Lee's skull. Stingmon could smell the rusted scent of blood from his stinger moving to his nose.

Stingmon hunched over like he was going to barf but couldn’t. Stingmon spoke with regret, “Oh god.”

Stingmon couldn’t even start regretting what he did, a loud explosion deafened his ears and smoke covered his eyesight.

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POV Bakuda

The pickup truck finally stopped spinning like a top. Two of its wheels were deflated, making it difficult to drive.

Bakuda felt like throwing up, but she held it in.

She needed a plan to escape. The attack had been coordinated to block any escape routes, and they had set nasty traps. By the time she and Oni Lee dealt with the attackers, the heroes would be after them.

Bakuda took out one of her more harmless bombs—a smoke bomb designed based on the power of the Undersiders' leader, Grue.

It needed more power and range.

She quickly dismantled another bomb and took out its battery. She added the battery to the smoke bomb to enhance its range and power.

Activating the heat vision on her mask, something she hadn't made herself but found useful, she tossed the smoke bomb into the air and activated it.

The smoke bomb created a huge, wide mist of darkness that covered the entire area.

Bakuda could see through the mist with her heat vision mask and started running out of the parking lot. She slipped a few times on the soap-coated ground but pressed on, carefully avoiding the caltrops.

Bakuda didn't rush into the city recklessly; that would have made it easy for her to be tracked down and captured.

Instead, she headed to the bay and jumped into the water.

As the cold water chilled her body, she immediately regretted her decision.

Before she left, Bakuda decided to leave one last surprise for those who had attacked her.

She activated the bombs in the ABB warehouse and on the truck.

The explosion was music to her ears.

Now, no one could access her Tinkertech, and she hoped that Master and Bait were either hurt or killed by the unexpected blast.

Bakuda began her arduous swim to escape her pursuers.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg and Stingmon stared at the destruction they had caused. There were dead bodies, property damage and fire. The fire was everywhere and the wind was spreading it. There was also a parking lot filled with sharp, pointy caltrops and slippery surfaces from the dish soap.

Greg asked, “What now?”

Stingmon answered, “Call the PRT to clean up this mess.”

Greg nodded his head and said, “Alright.”

Greg didn’t even know where to begin to fix the area after a cape fight.

Stingmon asked, “I’m wondering, how do you handle killing people?”

“Betty,” Greg said. He started to recall a black horse with a white snout. The hot, humid air and the thrill of riding his favorite horse on his grandparents farm. Back then, he thought he was a real cowboy. “I used to have a horse named Betty. Betty got sick and I had to put her down.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No, it’s fine. I think in a way, I needed to be the one who killed Betty, since I was the one who was closest to her...” Greg said, “It is much easier to kill a human being than to kill an innocent horse.”

“Greg, you're hardcore.”

“I know, let me call the PRT.”

“Ask for hot chocolate and marshmallows.”

Greg made the call to the PRT and both Stingmon and Greg waited awhile for the PRT and police to arrive.

----

Greg was holding Wormmon when the Brockton Bay Police arrived.

Much to Wormmon's joy, he did receive a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows from a police officer.

Greg watched as the police started blocking the area by putting in traffic cones and yellow warning tape.

The Brockton Bay Fireman arrived and started to extinguish the fire with their water hose.

The PRT Troopers arrived in black, unmarked vans. They surrounded Greg and Wormmon, they seemed to be ready for a fight.

The heroes finally arrived. The heroes consist of Armsmaster, Miss Militia, Triumph and Velocity.

Greg recalled the times he meant the heroes individually in his civilian identity and his cape costume. Yet it was spellbound to see nearly half the roster of Brockton Bay heroes in front of him.

Armsmaster, the leader of Brockton Bay Protectorates, was the first to speak. “Bug Cowboy and Bug Man, do you have any idea what you have done?”

Greg smirked and said, "My man, I'm saving the city from bad guys and kicking so much ass, it's insane. My leg is getting seriously tired from all the butt-kicking, but these villains just keep coming back for more."

Armsmaster continued, “The statement was a rhetorical question. You attacked the ABB and endangered civilian lives. The explosions and the fire seem to be spreading at an alarming rate. You caused millions of dollars worth of property damage. What is unforgivable is that you have killed people.”

Greg replied, “Of course there will be a mass amount of property damage and death. Brockton Bay is in a state that’s so deep down in the gutter that conventional means won’t help anyone. Come on guys, you have to admit, we can’t hold back. We killed Oni Lee. That is a win for the good guys! You heroes haven’t had a win for a long time. I don’t just want myself to win, I want to see the heroes win!”

“The PRT and Protectorate are not just cleaning up the destruction that Bakuda’s bomb has caused. We are also tracking Bakuda down. While our operations are confidential, I can assure you, we are using everything available to take down the ABB.”

“Everything except giving every ABB cape a kill order.”

Armsmaster waved his hands at his surroundings. “This is your solution. Spreading death and destruction. We want to minimize the harm while also taking down the villains. Do you really think the war you caused can be justified?”

"When you're left with only options that are perceived as evil, you often find yourself choosing the lesser of two evils. We could have left Oni Lee for you to arrest, but there's a good chance he would have escaped and caused further chaos. Another option was to incapacitate him by injuring or removing his eyes, rendering his powers useless. We also had the choice of releasing him and risking more casualties. Finally, we could have ended his life. Which of these options would you guys have favored?"

Triumph answered, “Knock the villain out and keep Oni Lee asleep with anesthesia until we have a prison that can hold him or send him to the Bird Cage.”

Armsmaster said, “I would have invented a tinkertech device to capture Oni Lee without killing or crippling him.”

Greg shrugged. “If you can’t hold Lung in your custody, you guys definitely can’t hold Oni Lee in your custody either. Why am I talking in circles? I am going to give you a chance. Let’s make a truce until Bakuda is captured. I can help you guys find her.”

Armsmaster asked. “You are telling me to ignore all the crimes you committed and work together to capture Bakuda?”

Greg smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, of course!”

Armsmaster pointed his halberd at Greg and said in a commanding voice. “Bug Cowboy, you're under arrest!”

Greg was confused and shocked. “What are you doing?”

"Your intentions appear noble, but your methods are too extreme," Armsmaster said. "If you genuinely aspire to be a hero and aid the city, you should have no problem cooperating with us. Please consider remaining in custody temporarily to address our questions. Rest assured, we will apprehend Bakuda, but using optimal force."

Velocity said, shaking his head, "There are too many deaths to ignore. We can’t have a vigilante killing people in the streets.”

Miss Militia created a gun and said, “Please surrender.”

Triumph muttered softly, “This doesn’t feel right.”

“No way, I thought it would work...” Greg muttered. “I... really wanted to work together with the heroes.”

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon.”

Wormmon glowed brightly and evolved into Stingmon.

The heroes got into defensive postures.

Stingmon grabbed the back of Greg's shirt and swiftly flew away from the heroes.

“Capture them!” Armsmaster yelled.

“Armsmaster, they are gone,” Triumph said wearily.

The heroes could only watch as Master and Bait flew away.

----

POV Bakuda.

The water in the bay was warm on the surface but cold underneath.

With labored movements, Bakuda clawed her way onto the rocky beach, her body exhausted from the swim.

Bakuda needed to retreat and reach the safety of the ABB Safehouse.

Fumbling with the radio phone, Bakuda's frustration mounted as she struggled to establish contact with her comrades. The water destroyed her radio phone.

Bakuda cursed, “Piece of junk. A little water and it breaks.”

Bakuda started heading toward another ABB Base where she could rest and rebuild the equipment she lost.

The streets were empty, with only the homeless out and about.

Bakuda hurriedly walked through the streets. It wasn’t safe for her in broad daylight and to be outside. Someone would spot her and make things difficult, either the other gangs or heroes.

Seeking refuge in the shadows of an alleyway, Bakuda stumbled upon an unexpected encounter. Three Empire Eighty-Eight gangsters were relaxed as they smoked. Both Bakuda and the gangsters froze in astonishment at the sudden encounter.

It broke when one of the members started to take pictures of Bakuda with his phone and said, “That’s Bakuda! We found her guys.”

The second member was pulling out a gun and aiming at Bakuda. “Idiots! Don’t just stand there gawking! Shoot her!”

The third member was running away.

The second member fires his gun in rapid shots.

Bakuda's bulletproof vest was hit by the bullets. To retaliate, she launched a bomb at the two Empire Eighty-Eight gangsters.

Bakuda said, “Boom!”

The bomb exploded, ripping the space in like a whirlpool. The two Empire Eighty-Eight gangsters were sucked in and turned into a grotesque meatball.

Bakuda snorted, “Low-level henchmen can’t possibly beat me,” Bakuda said. She checked how many bombs she had remaining. “I desperately need to restock on more of my bombs.”

Bakuda removed her mask, she didn’t want to be recognized. Too bad she didn’t have spare clothes to change into. She was still cold from taking the dip in the water in the bay.

Bakuda would continue her journey to the ABB Safehouse. Making sure to stay out of sight of the heroes, gangsters and whoever else was hostile toward her.

Finally, after a long journey, she reached the ABB Safehouse and entered its walls.

The ABB Safehouse was once a person's home and now serves as a backup base for the ABB members. It was rundown and had a layer of dust everywhere.

The only benefit is that it has working electricity and water.

Bakuda crashed on the couch and closed her eyes to rest. When Master and Bait attacked the ABB warehouse in the morning, it was when Bakuda was sleeping. Currently, she is running on two and a half hours of sleep and needs more to get back to fighting conditions.

In not even ten minutes, a bright light illuminated the sky. The light flooded the ABB Safehouse living room.

Bakuda was forced to open her eyes in irritation.

Bakuda moved to the windows, peaked out the window and saw Purity.

Purity said, “Surrender now, Bakuda! You will pay for all your crimes!”

Bakuda sneered, “Who did this Nazi bitch think she is?”

Purity created a large double helix of light in her hand. It grew larger until it was twenty feet long. Purity swung down the light structure and cut the ABB Safehouse roof as it dug into the building.

Bakuda was furious as the ABB Base was being destroyed. “You are an oversized light bulb and you're going down!”

Bakuda charged out of the house and fired a bomb at Purity.

Purity flew away from the bomb.

Bakuda covered her ears.

The bomb exploded and a high-pitched ringing sound covered the area from the explosions.

Glass from nearby buildings was destroyed, as were glasses from cars.

Purity was affected badly, as her ears felt like they were going to explode.

Bakuda smirked confidently and fired three more Tinkertech bombs.

Purity flew high making sure she wasn't anyway close to the bombs.

The first bomb detonated in bright light.

The second bomb twisted space.

The third bomb made the air hazy.

Bakuda pulled the trigger on her grenade launcher and discovered, to her horror, that it was empty. She had no more bombs.

Bakuda started to flee and she was approaching an alleyway between two buildings for cover.

Purity ears rang and weren't getting any better. She fired beams of light at Bakuda.

Bakuda dashed into an alleyway as the beam of light scorched behind her.

Bakuda grabbed a rock on the ground and put it in her grenade launcher.

Bakuda turned around and fired the rock at Purity. Bakuda roared and said, “Eat this!”

Purity immediately bolted far away from the rock, thinking it was a bomb.

Bakuda didn’t see Purity, she made a bet that Purity wasn’t watching her at the moment.

Bakuda quickly jumped into a large heap of garbage bags in the alleyway.

Purity flew toward the alleyway and didn’t see Bakuda. She looked for Bakuda in the alleyway and found nothing; she quickly flew away to search for Bakuda somewhere else.

Bakuda waited five minutes and then slowly came out of the garbage bag pile, removing the discarded diapers, rotten fruit and questionable stains from her clothes.

Bakuda, with much trouble, was able to escape Purity's pursuit.

Bakuda heard police sirens. She groaned. It was going to be such a pain to escape to a new safe house.

Bakuda started running.

----

POV Greg

There was a box waiting for Greg and Wormmon when they returned to the apartment.

An innocent-looking box from R.O.B. to a person called Tommy.

“Another mysterious package,” Greg said as he opened the package.

“Awesome, that's the Digimental of Knowledge!” Worrmmon said.

Inside the package was the Digimental of Knowledge. A yellow metal egg with a drill coming out of the top portions of the egg. The Crest of Knowledge was on the egg.

Greg grinned and picked up the Digimental of Knowledge and said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Nothing happened to Wormmon.

Greg scratched his head. “Okay, I did this before. How do I get this working?”

Wormmon puffed up his chest. "Elementary, my dear Greg. You don’t have the trait of knowledge that the Digimental of Knowledge is searching for to activate.”

“Hey! I am not stupid.”

“I never said you were stupid? Anyway, I have a perfect idea to get the Digimental of Knowledge to acknowledge you. I want you to memorize the names of all fifty states in the United States of America.”

“Why though?”

“Knowledge is the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject. Memorizing the 50 states is a good test. If it was too difficult for you to comprehend, I think we would take months to years to activate the Digimental of Knowledge.”

“Why though?”

“We need a bench mark. Can you tell me the names of all 50 states in the USA?”

“Not on the top of my head. I am going to need something to write it down with. Let me get a notebook and pen.”

Greg retrieved his notebook and pen.

Wormmon placed the Digimental of Knowledge on a cushion so it could observe Greg as he worked.

Greg started to write down the states he could remember.

Wormmon tilted his head in confusion. “Greg?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you write down Gotham?”

“Isn’t that a state?” Greg said it with a confused expression.

“No, that's a fictional city in the world of DC. Also, Philadelphia isn’t a state either, it is a city.”

“Are you sure?”

“We can check at the end. Keep writing down states.”

“Okay.”

After over thirty minutes, Greg gave the list to Wormmon to check.

Wormmon spoke about the results. “Out of the 50 states you memorized, 8. You are going to have to study hard.

“Do I have to?”

“Getting a new armor digivolution would help. To summarize, yes.”

“I hate studying.” Greg was crying. T__T.

----

POV Uncle Bill

Bill woke up in the evening. As a night nurse, he slept during the day and at night he would work.

It was almost time for his shift to start at the hospital.

As Bill left his room, he saw his nephew doing something strange.

Greg was looking at the USA map, muttering to himself.

Greg looked up and stared at Bill with mad eyes. “Bill, do you have any Adderall?”

“You have a test coming up?”

Greg sighed and said, “I got to memorize the 50 states to impress an egg.”

Bill thought for a moment and said, “I don't have any Adderall. But I have index cards you can use as flashcards.”

“I will take the index cards. Thank you very much.”

Bill nodded and got the index cards he kept in his drawers for his nephew Greg.

Bill thought that it was good that Greg was studying.

----

POV Greg

Greg had used different strategies to memorize the 50 states in the USA.

The first strategy was just to memorize the states.

Ended in FAILURE.

The second strategy was to separate the USA into different sections. For New England, there is Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New York and New Jersey. For the Midwest there are the states, Wisconsin, Illinois, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico.

Ended in FAILURE.

The third strategy was using flashcards. For example, TX was the abbreviation for Texas. One side will have the abbreviation and the other side will have the state name.

Ended in FAILURE.

The fourth method was song.

Greg was wearing a tux, a top hat, tap shoes and a cane.

Wormmon and the Digimental of Knowledge sat on the couch and watched.

Greg used his cane into a makeshift microphone, channeling his inner diva as he belted out the opening lines of the song: “Fifty-nifty United States from thirteen original colonies. Fifty nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautifully in the breeze.” With each note, his voice resonated through the room.

Tapping the cane gently on the floor, Greg's voice flowed effortlessly as he sang, “Shout 'em, scout 'em. Tell all about 'em, One by one till we've given a day to every state in the USA.”

As the tempo picked up, Greg’s cane became an extension of his rhythm, twirling and spinning in perfect synchronization with the beat. With lightning speed, he rattled off the names of each state, his performance a whirlwind of motion and sound. “Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut. La. La. La.”

Greg singing continued, “Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan. Na. .Na.Na.”

Greg singing continued, “Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada; New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, O-hi-o. Ho. Ho. Ho.”

Greg finished the song,“Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas; Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wy-o-ming.”

Greg ended the song with jazz hands.

Wormmon clapped his stubs together and said, “Bravo! Bravo! You finally memorized all the states in the USA!”

Greg performed the dance routine.

Digimental of Knowledge started to glow brightly.

Wormmon said in excitement, “It’s working!”

“Super Good!” Greg pumped his arm in the air in excitement.

Greg took the Digimental of Knowledge and held it toward Wormmon.

Greg yelled in excitement, “Digi Armour Energize!”

Wormmon started to say, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Searchmon!”

Searchmon has a sleek, futuristic design reminiscent of a mix between a high-tech robot and a beetle.

Greg got on his knees and yelled, “We are number one, baby!”

Searchmon possessed the ability to perceive the wireframe blueprint of the building and people as they moved. It was as if it had the power of a bat’s echolocation ability on steroids, he could scan the entirety of the block from where he was standing.

“Greg! I now have the power to find Bakuda!” Searchmon said it in excitement and glee.

“Awesome. I’ll get my costume on! We are going hunting!”

“You do need to rest, Greg. I think you have been studying for about five hours.”

“I don’t need rest, I need justice.”

“...Drink some coffee at least.”

----

Greg was driving the van. While Searchmon was on top of the van, scanning for Bakuda.

Searchmon was looking through different buildings for Bakuda. The new form was able to pinpoint the sound of Bakuda's voice. Bakuda's voice was available online when she made an announcement of her debut online and started the bombing.

Greg and Searchmon were looking long and hard for Bakuda in Brockton Bay. They even worried that Bakuda might decide to run away.

Searchmon heard Bakuda's voice and he could see the wireframe outline of Bakuda working on making a small bomb.

Searchmon said, “I found Bakuda!”

Greg replied, “Awesome, show me where she is!”

Searchmon led Greg to drive toward Bakuda's new base.

Greg was now parked in front of an abandoned mechanic shop.

Greg asked in wonder, “Isn’t this place too small?”

Searchmon answered, "Well, maybe we destroyed Bakuda’s workshop and now she is trying to gather tools and other supplies from here? I think she’s on her last leg. I don’t see any other gangsters or even traps. Just her and a few of her bombs.”

Greg nodded his head. “Alright then, what’s the plan?”

Searchmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon answered, “Have me digivolve to Bucchiemon. I will go in first through a broken window and then I will disarm Bakuda. When about a minute passes, you will enter through the front door and tie her up with some rope.”

Greg showed Wormmon his lasso. “Not rope, lasso.”

Wormmon shrugged his shoulders and said, “Whatever works for the cowboy. Can you digivolve me?”

“Sure!” Greg then said, “Digi Armour Energize!”

In Greg's left eye, the Crest of Kindness appeared.

Wormmon started to say, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bucchiemon!”

Bucchiemon floated in the air. “Let's do this.”

----

POV Digimon Bucchiemon

Bucchiemon squeezed through the broken window and entered the abandoned mechanic shop.

Bakuda was working on one of her bombs near a table. Completely engrossed in making her bomb, she was in a tinkering fugue.

Bakuda wasn’t aware of Bucchiemon's presence.

Bucchiemon made a heart shape with his hand and said the attack, “Heavy Beam!”

A heart-shaped beam of pink light hit Bakuda.

“What is this!” Bakuda yelled as she was getting hit.

Bakuda picked up her grenade launcher and glared at the fairy-like digimon. For unknown reasons, she couldn’t attack.

“What are you doing to me?” Bakuda demanded to know.

“My attack soothes your heart and quells your fighting spirit,” Bucchiemon answered as it kept firing the Heavy Beam at Bakuda.

Greg entered the abandoned mechanic shop and immediately spotted Bakuda.

With a dramatic flourish, Greg spun his lasso above his head before skillfully hurling it towards Bakuda, ensnaring her within its coils. With a swift tug, he securely bound Bakuda with the rope.

Greg said, “Looks like I caught a big one.”

Bakuda growled out, “Let me go.”

Bucchiemon said, “Tie her tight and remove the Tinkertech she has on herself.”

Greg responded with a thumbs up and said, “Will do.”

Greg removed the Tinkertech on Bakuda and secured the lasso around her. Bakuda couldn’t even move her legs or arms. Bakuda was tightly snarled by the lasso.

Bucchiemon said in appreciation, “You have talent with rope knots.”

Greg smiled and said, “Thank you.”

“Lung is going to kill you,” Bakuda said. “Rip your pieces and then burn you alive. No one messes with me. By the end of the day, I will be out of prison.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Greg took out his phone and took a picture of Bakuda tied up by a rope. “I am going to make a cape account on PHO and post that we caught Bakuda. I might as well mention that we killed Oni Lee. Is there anything you want to write on the forum?”

Bucchiemon thought for a moment and said, “Yes, say that I respect the Brockton Bay Protectorate since they make great janitors.”

“Janitors?” Greg said, “Really? Can you not pick a fight with the heroes?”

“What?” Bucchiemon said it in confusion. “They're only good for cleaning up our cape battle messes.”

Bakuda said, “Enjoy your victory while it lasts. I am making a special bomb for both of you.”

Bucchiemon said, “I will deliver her to the PRT. She got sassy while she tied up.”

Greg nodded and muttered, “Hopefully she stays in PRT custody.”

Bucchiemon nodded. “We can only hope.”

----

POV Digimon Stingmon

In front of the PRT building was a PRT squad van, with Vista and Clockblocker enjoying coffee.

Stingmon decided to hand off Bakuda to the Wards.

Stingmon carried Bakuda like a sack of potatoes.

Vista and Clockblocker saw Stingmon as he landed in front of them.

"Hello, you two. I’m dropping off my freshly caught cape villain,” Stingmon unceremoniously dropped Bakuda in front of the feet of the wards. “That is Bakuda.”

The two Wards examined Bakuda, noting she was tied up by rope and had tape on her mouth.

“This is Bakuda?” Clockblocker said in wonder. “You caught her?”

Stingmon nodded his head. “Bakuda has a dead man switch, so if she dies, everyone that she implanted a bomb into will also blow up in a hellish explosion. I’ll be going now.”

Stingmon flew away, leaving two flabbergasted Wards and tied up Bakuda.

Chapter Text

POV Triumph Rory Christner

The PRT office had rows of cubicles with office workers filing documents. It was past the twentieth century, however, bureaucracy hasn’t changed. Nearly everything was done on paper.

Rory was handwriting the report on the property damage that occurred from the Master and Bait battle with the ABB.

Rory noted that only two ABB gangsters have died.

Rory read over the report with a fine-tooth comb.

Interviews conducted by captured ABB gangsters said the battle had a headcount of forty-two ABB gangsters, some of whom were forced to fight by Bakuda after being brutally implanted with a bomb in their heads.

The forty-two ABB gangsters engaged in battle against a single sniper.

The sniper in question matched the descriptions of Master.

Master seems to have a higher vantage point, as he was sniping on top of an adjutant warehouse building and a wall of fire to stop the gangsters from getting closer to him.

It was a good plan, because the gangsters weren’t going to jump into the wall of fire to take down the cape in question.

Master has also skillfully killed two gun-wielders who were a threat to him.

Rory wondered why the Master didn’t kill more people. Maybe he only killed the gangster who was a threat to him and only fired a warning shot at the rest.

Rory then reviews the battle between Oni Lee and Bait.

The battle itself was sketchy, with not enough eyewitnesses to tell the details of the battle, but Oni Lee made a mistake and Bait killed him.

Bakuda then ran away with a smoke explosion.

Master and Bait then tracked Bakuda down and handed her over to PRT custody.

Rory would admit that Master and Bait were effective in taking down villains. They caused mayhem, yet they got the job done.

Rory leaned back in his comfortable office chair.

Rory pondered if the PRT and Protectorate Heroes handled the ABB raid, would it go smoothly? Were Master and Bait right about killing capes?

----

Rory went to the break room to get some coffee.

Hannah, the civilian identity of Miss Militia, was standing next to the water collier. A plastic water cup in her hand.

Rory approached Hannah and lifted his coffee toward her. “Hi Hannah, how has everything been?”

Hannah grimaced, “I have been doing triple shifts for too long and I think Armsmaster hasn't had a wink of sleep for days. Now that Bakuda has been captured, we don’t need to worry about buildings blowing up, people blowing up or worse, both at the same time.”

“Master and Bait were the ones who caught Bakuda and delivered her to our doorsteps. Doesn’t it make you frustrated? We call ourselves heroes and a couple of fresh capes capture the most wanted villain in the city.”

Hannah frowned. “I wouldn’t use the word frustrating to describe how I’m feeling. I feel more relieved that Bakuda was captured. I would have liked to have given her a piece of my mind. Right now, though, I’m just happy that it is all over.”

“It is not over. We still don’t know how the ABB will react,” Rory said. What was left unsaid is that they were worried about Lung.

Rory recalled the Armsmaster saying he developed a drug that would knock the ABB gang leader out of commission. Since it did the job the first time, it should work again.

Rory continued, “I understand why we needed to keep Bakuda alive to remove the deadman switch. Now, that isn’t an issue. Shouldn’t we execute her? Lung will obviously try to break her out.”

Hannah shook her head and said, “We shouldn't be the ones to decide if Bakuda lives or dies.”

“We are risking people's lives by keeping her alive.”

“Do you know why us heroes aren’t allowed to decide to kill people, Rory?”

Rory frowned and thought about the question. “We need the manpower to fight the Endbringers?”

“Yes, that is one reason. The other is that we are also humans. If we made a mistake and killed someone innocent, wouldn’t that be awful? It is much harder to bring a person back from the dead than it is to release them from jail. The second is the role of the hero in current society.”

Hannah sighed, her gaze drifting back to the plastic cup of water. "I want to live in a world where places like Brockton Bay aren't constantly on the brink of becoming warzones. If we start killing all our villains, more will come. We'll go from one battle to another. I want to make Brockton Bay a place where people can go about their lives without fear, knowing that they're safe and protected. We strive for stability—the status quo. Maybe in the future, when the situation is in our favor, there will be no gangs and less blood shed. It's nice to think about."

Rory thought about what Hannah said. Hannah answered one question, but it raises so many more.

Given the current manpower of the Brockton Bay Protectorates, are they only capable of maintaining stability? Is preserving the status quo and ensuring stability more important than holding villains accountable and achieving justice?

Rory drank the coffee, it was too bitter for his taste.

----

Rory was in his costume as Triumph.

All the Brockton Bay Protectorates Heroes and Wards were present in the conference room.

The conference table was a long oak table.

The adult heroes on the right side of the table were Armsmaster, Assault, Battery, Dauntless, Miss Militia, Velocity and myself, Triumph.

The wards sitting on the left side of the table are Aegis, Clockblocker, Browbeat, Gallant, Kid Win and Vista.

Director Piggot was sitting at the head of the conference table with a document in front of her. “Let's begin the meeting,” Director Piggot said, folding her fingers. “The first topic on our agenda is to have a press meeting and reveal Bakuda's has been captured.”

Armsmaster, “We should also include how the Wards arrested Bakuda.”

Dauntless said, “Didn’t Master and Bait capture Bakuda?”

Miss Militia said, “They are called Bug Man and Bug Cowboy.”

Assault raised her hand and said, “I vote we change the names Bug Man and Bug Cowboy. They're really dumb and not as catchy.”

Armsmaster said, “Regardless of what transpired, technically, the Wards still arrested her. It will be helpful for our image if we reveal that we did it.”

Dauntless said, “We are taking credit away from the people that actually captured her. I might not agree with the way Master and Bait acted, but they deserve the credit.”

Director Piggot said, “I will mention that independent capes captured Bakuda and the Protectorates have her in our custody. We don't want parents to think we allowed Wards to battle a dangerous bomber.”

Dauntless shook his head and said, “It’s a start.”

“Good,” Director Piggot said, nodding her head. “Next on our agenda, we need to give a trial to Bakuda and have her sent off to a secure prison. Hopefully it is the Bird Cage, so she can never escape. Armsmaster, I hope you prepared a plan for the transport and guard details.”

Armsmaster said, “Actually, I would like to offer Bakuda as a Probationary Protectorate member.”

Director Piggot looked at Armsmaster like he was crazy. “No,” Director Piggot hissed.

A tense standoff between Director Piggot and Armsmaster began.

Armsmaster started to explain, “Bakuda bombs are extremely powerful. Especially her skill in replicating other Parahuman powers into the bombs. She was able to create a Greyboy bomb, which I believe can hurt an Endbringer. We could even break the Greyboy bubble if we studied the bomb and reversed the effect. If I can reverse engineer her bombs, well, the possibilities are endless.”

Director Piggot said, “Miss Militia, please list the deaths, injuries and damage to our city that Bakuda is responsible for.”

Miss Militia said, “158 deaths, 564 injuries and estimates of 12 million worth of property damage.”

Director Piggot slammed her palm on her desk and said, “Bakuda needs to go to jail. She had killed too many people and caused too much damage! Getting Bakuda's help in facing the Endbringer is like getting the help of Siberia against the Endbringer. It will work in theory, but it doesn’t work in reality.”

Armsmaster said, “If you don’t want Bakuda to be a member of the Protectorates. Then how about allowing Bakuda’s trial to be on hold for a month so I can study her bombs? If not, I will go to the Legend and Chief Director, they will be more agreeable about my proposal.”

“This. This is going to be a disaster...” Director Piggot rubbed her temple. Director Piggot glared at Armsmaster and said, “Go ahead and talk to the Legend and Chief Director about your plan. If they are in agreement. Then I will postpone Bakuda’s trial for a month. I want you to know that you will be responsible for Bakuda's imprisonment. If Bakuda escapes, there will be consequences for you, Armsmaster. I will go to Legend and Chief Director Rebecca and make sure you are demoted. I will personally crucify you. Don’t. Mess. Up.”

Armsmaster nodded his head and said, “I won’t let you down.”

Director Piggot turned away from Armsmaster and said, “Hopefully the next item on our agenda is easier. What do you believe about the threat rating for Bug Man and Bug Cowboy?”

Dauntless answered, “Master should have Thinker 7, considering he’s saying he is from the future. Bait though is fast, so a Mover 4, Brute 4 and Changer 4.”

Velocity said, “Bait is a Mover 6, he is very fast. I will have trouble keeping up with him when he flies.”

Armmaster said, “I do not believe Bug Cowboy cannot see the future. We can lower the rating to Thinker 3.”

Triumph added, “Master achievements speak for themselves. Capturing Shadow Stalker using electricity. Warning the city about the bombing and escaping our custody. Capturing Coil and saving Din—I mean, the Major niece. Finding ABB Base while they were hiding. Killing Oni Lee and capturing Bakuda. At this point, we should raise the Master rating to Thinker 8.”

Miss Militia added, “Even if the Master is not a time traveler, I do believe he knows what will happen in the future. It would explain how he found out our civilian identities and located the villains so quickly.”

Armsmaster grumbled, “Another week and I would have found Bakuda.”

Director Piggot wrote down the rating in her documents. Director Piggot then said, “Good, we will now talk about attending the fundraiser. Who wants to represent the PRT?”

Armsmaster asked, “Director, how should we approach Bug Man and Bug Cowboy?”

Director Piggot said, “The News Station that was broken in doesn’t want illegal action considering recent events. On record, they only killed three people. Two are ABB gangsters and the other is psychopathic teleporter Oni Lee. I personally don't want a battle between PRT and those two to occur that will only hurt the city when we still have other serious villainous capes to worry about. As such, treat Bug Man and Bug Cowboy as independent heroes. If possible, invite them to the PRT Headquarter so I can speak with them.”

Armsmaster said, “I believe we should attempt to capture and arrest them.”

Director Piggot said, “I am not receding the arrest warrant. But you need to understand that public sentiment is on their side. Especially since we looked like buffoons when we failed to capture a mad bomber that was terrorizing the city for a week. It would turn us into a media circus and look bad for us if we did arrest them. Bug Man and Bug Cowboy are reckless, they made a number of amateur mistakes when trying to capture Bakuda in the ABB Base raid. They will get more cocky now that they arrested Bakuda. If everything works out, we can recruit them as new Wards.”

Armsmaster nodded his head and said, "Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” Piggot nodded her head and then said, “Let's continue with the earlier topic. The fundraiser is in the Art Gallery. Who would like to attend?”

Triumph and other heroes continue business as usual.

Chapter Text

POV Digimon Wormmon

Yesterday was spent resting and recuperating. The battle with the ABB gang completely wiped out Wormmon and Greg.

Wormmon was in Greg’s room.

Wormmon was on the computer, looking through articles. He read about Canary's upcoming trial.

Canary was a parahuman who was an indie singer. Her power allowed her to master people by voice alone. She accidentally said something to her ex-boyfriend that ended up with her ex-boyfriend performing self-castration. It was obviously an accident, but Canary ended up going to the Bird Cage.

Wormmon muttered, “We might as well break out Canary from her holding cell.”

In the story of Parahuman Worm, few were wholly good or evil, most were morally gray. Canary, who was neutral, was dealt a bad hand. Compared to most parahumans, who were just awful, her neutrality made her seem virtuous.

Wormmon considered adding her to the team of Master and Bait. However, they didn’t have a house or even enough money to support her.

The Undesiders, though, had plenty of both. Canary will be a fine Undersiders member.

Now, another problem to consider. Was it worth the risk of going to Boston when Lung might attack around the corner?

It would be great if they took down Lung before he counterattacked. They were going to need to find Lung. Which wasn’t going to be easy since Searchmon found Bakuda using the sound of her voice.

Bait battled with the conundrum in his head.

He didn’t trust the heroes who protected the city to actually do their job.

They would only be gone one day, but knowing how the world worked, the day they were gone to Boston, Lung would attack to release Bakuda.

“I wish there was some competent person that I could trust...”

Wormmon decided to hold off saving Canary. Maybe when it was her court date and she was found guilty, they would swoop in and save her. The date was a week from now.

A more concerning problem is what to do about the Endbringers. Wormmon preferred to end the root of the problem and then fight a war of attrition against the Endbringers. He needed to kill Eidolon. How was he going to kill Eidolon?

Wormmon was going to need to make plans. He was going to need to decide what to do.

Should Wormmon kill Eidolon in the Endbringers attack?

Should Wormmon go to Texas and kill Eidolon?

Should Wormmon bring Eidolon to Brockton Bay and then kill him?

How should Wormmon execute Eidolon?

What precautions should he take against Cauldron?

Wormmon's head was swarming with questions.

“I need to get some fresh air,” Wormmon said. “Might as well meet up with the Undersiders. Ask them to set up a room for Canary.”

Greg was still sleeping like a log in his bed. Wormmon hopped onto the floor and said, “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon glowed bright and digivolve to Stingmon.

Stingmon flew away from Greg’s home to visit Taylor.

----

Stingmon found Taylor’s house.

Stingmon peered into Taylor’s window, it didn’t look like anyone was home.

Stingmon decided to wait for Taylor. He sat on the rooftop and crossed his legs, thinking about his schemes.

An hour later, when Taylor returned home, she seemed to have spotted Stingmon sitting on the rooftop.

Stingmon flew down to greet her. “Hello Taylor!”

Taylor asked, “Who are you? What are you doing hanging around my house?”

Stingmon felt embarrassed, Taylor had only seen his Leafmon and Wormmon evolutionary forms. She has never seen his Champion evolution form as Stingmon.

Stingmon waved his hand haphazardly and said, “Sorry, I’m Bait. You know? Greg’s partner.”

“Oh,” Taylor said, looking up and down at Stingmon. “You look... older.”

Stingmon chuckled, “Oh no, your mistaken. I Digievolved into another form. The inside of me or my personality hasn’t changed.”

“Okay,” Taylor responded. “Is there a reason for the sudden visit? You being on my front lawn can expose my identity. I don’t want any of my nosy neighbors to see you.”

“Well,” Stingmon was going to explain that he wanted to meet the Undersiders. However, something shiny caught his eye. Taylor's hair was sparkling. Stingmon examined it closer and saw glitter in Taylor’s hair. Stingmon saw that Taylor was holding books and he deduced she must have come back from school.

Stingmon decided to ask, “You were at school, weren’t you?”

“Huh? Yes, I was at school.”

“Why is there glitter in your hair?”

“We were having a really big party in class,” Taylor said while staring Stingmon dead in the eye.

“Is... that... so...” Stingmon spoke slowly. Stingmon pondered how he should handle the situation. He came to the conclusion that he would use brute force to solve Taylor’s bullying issue, but for now, he wanted Taylor to feel better. “Would you like to come out with me for some ice cream?”

“Why?”

“Ice cream would make me feel better and I think it would make you feel better too. So why don’t we get a scoop or two?”

“You're a giant bug person. I don't think I can go out in my civilian outfit with you.”

“Then go out with me to get ice cream as Skitter.”

“Is this some kind of trap?”

“No! No! No! I will never do that! I mean. It is not a trap, aren’t we allies? Think of the stuff we did together. Stopping Shadowstalker. The muffins? Hmmm, I can’t think of anything else. Well, I promise you, it's not a trap."

“Won't that be bad for your reputation? I'm a criminal.”

“I suspect the PRT will try to arrest me no matter how good I do. It will be safe if we go together since I'm one of the fastest Capes in the Bay and your Taylor Terror Hebert.”

“I don’t know,” Taylor said nervously. “I still need to do homework and work on my history project.”

“Don’t you want to know my nefarious plan?” Stingmon said it succulently.

“Well... Maybe I can do my schoolwork later. Let me get ready, and we can go out,” Taylor responded.

“Excellent,” Stingmon said happily. ^__^.

----

Taylor was now dressed in her Skitter costume.

Stingmon lowered himself and extended his hands as if carrying something. "Hop on."

Skitter replied, "You're going to fly us there?"

Stingmon nodded. "Yes."

"Are you going to carry me bridal style?"

"You can hop on my back if you prefer."

"I'm debating which option is less embarrassing... I'll hop on your back then."

Stingmon nodded and turned around, kneeling down.

Taylor went behind Stingmon and wrapped her arms around his head.

Stingmon grabbed underneath Taylor’s thigh and said, “Hold tight.”

With his bug wings extended, Stingmon flew off with Taylor on his back.

Taylor marveled at the city below her as they soared through the air. It was an incredible sensation, difficult to put into words. "Flying is amazing! I've always wanted the power to fly! This is incredible!"

Stingmon chuckled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

Stingmon soon reached Miss Dairy Fantastic Ice Cream Shop.

Stingmon and Taylor entered the establishment.

The ice cream worker, Ray was behind the counter. Ray muttered, “It’s you again!”

Stingmon waved his hand. “Hi Ray, I will take Neapolitan ice cream.”

Taylor was carefully examining the ice cream on display. “Do you serve green tea ice cream?”

Ray shook his head. “Sadly, we don’t serve green tea ice cream.”

Taylor frowned. “That’s too bad. I will take the pistachio.”

Ray nodded and got the order ready. The faster he finishes the order, the faster he can get these capes away from the store.

----

Stingmon and Skitter were sitting on a bench on the boardwalk. The Protectorate Headquarters was visible in the watery bay and its reflective blue shield shone brightly. The water in the bay created calm waves.

Stingmon and Skitter were eating ice cream.

Stingmon discovered the appeal of Neapolitan ice cream, the taste of chocolate and strawberry together was delicious. They should make strawberry and chocolate swirl ice cream.

Skitter was eating her pistachio ice cream, another good choice. Stingmon liked pistachio ice cream. The issue is how it was made. Most pistachio ice creams don't actually contain pistachio but instead use cheaper almond extract and food coloring.

Stingmon didn’t tell Skitter this though, he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Skitter asked, “What do you want to talk about? What’s your plan?”

“Well... Before we begin, I would like to confess some stuff to you,” Stingmon said. “I hope you are prepared, it is heavy.”

“This isn’t going to be a love confession?”

Stingmon tilted his head and said, "Well, in a way, it is. Their different forms of love. Romantic kind of love. Familiar love for one's family. The love you feel for a friend. The love you feel for a pet. I love you, Skitter. I told you I’m from the future, but the truth is complicated. The knowledge that I have about the future is exclusively about you, Skitter. I basically read about you; you could say I read your biography. Your victories, your setbacks, the array of emotions you've weathered, and the difficult decisions you've faced. I've looked up to you. Amidst this chaotic world, you've been tirelessly striving to mend it.”

Skitter took in the information, “Your giving me too much credit. You make me sound like a mythical figure. I don’t think reading about my accomplishments will allow you to know me as a person.”

Stingmon continued, “I know so much about you. I want you to know me as well. Allow me to introduce myself. I used to be a normal person with the name Tommy-Wilson Merys. I love surgery food and am obsessed with an anime called Dragon Ball. I'm what you might call a Digimon. To understand who I am, you can watch an anime called Digimon Adventure. While some episodes were made in Earth Bet, Earth Alpha had produced the complete series.”

Skitter said in melancholy, “You don’t need to share all your secrets. Without my powers, I'm nobody. Before I became a cape, nobody cared about me. I am not the special person that you think I am.”

Stingmon chuckled and spoke softly, "Skitter, you are a special person to me. The first person I meant in this world when I hatched was you. The reason I’m a bug, Digimon, is because your iconic power is to control bugs. The decision I made, the bias I have and the goal I’m trying to achieve are all because of your influence. I believe wholeheartedly that I was meant to be your Digimon partner, to fight beside you. In a strange way, you are my mother.”

Skitter's brain stopped working. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Skitter finally said, “I can’t be your mother.”

Stingmon said out loud, “I consider you my mother figure. As such, I will be calling you mom.”

Skitter begged out loud, “Please don’t.”

Stingmon chuckled. "Anyway, mom. Me and Master are planning to break out Canary from jail. Can the Undersiders please look after Canary?”

Skitter spoke, “Ugh. I am not your mother... Who is Canary?”

“An unfortunate Parahuman that was wrongly convicted. She accidentally hurt her ex-boyfriend with her powers when the ex-boyfriend harassed her. It will be better if you look up the article about Canary. In the future, Canary will help you specifically. I know you will help her.”

“I might agree with adding Canary to the Undersiders, but I need to talk to my team about adding a new member.”

“I have an idea; you can say that if Undersiders won’t take Canary, then the Faultline Gang will take her. I know you can convince them, mom.”

“You're not going to stop calling me mom. Are you?” -__-.

Stingmon chuckled and ate his ice cream. ^__^.

It was a beautiful day with beautiful memories.

----

Stingmon found Greg in the Warehouse base.

Greg was using spray paint to paint the white van very flowery.

The van now looked very hippie, with large flowers decorating it.

Stingmon asked, “What are you doing?”

Greg answered, “Making the van pretty. White vans are very pedophilic. I am not driving a white pedophilic van.”

“Well, it is pretty... Anyway, Greg, I have a plan to make us rich.”

Greg's grin widened. "Let me guess, you've got a scheme brewing."

Stingmon nodded eagerly. "Yep, and it involves some serious software prowess. I'm thinking of developing a game."

Greg shrugged. "I'm not exactly a tech whiz, but making a game sounds interesting. I'll give it a shot, though I can't promise it'll be a work of art. What's the concept?"

"Don't worry about your tech skills, just give it your best shot. The game is called Flappy Bird."

----

POV Greg

Greg sat hunched over his computer, attempting to bring to life the game Wormmon had requested. This game, known as Flappy Bird, is easy to create on paper. Flappy Bird was going to make them filthy rich.

When Greg first received the request from Wormmon, he approached it with a sense of overconfidence. The game's simplicity deceived him, he believed it would be as easy as pie to create.

He was gravely mistaken.

Creating the game was proving to be a real pain in the ass.Greg managed to finish the artwork in three hours. The droopy bird, the pipes, the background, and all the game elements came together with a deceptive ease.

But Greg was no wizard with code. In fact, he was terrible at it. The programming aspect was a monstrous challenge, an eldritch beast lurking in the shadows of his mind.

One hour bled into two, and then two hours stretched into an all-nighter. The computer screen glowed with a malevolent light, the lines of code twisting and writhing like cursed runes.

Greg fought on as he battled the unforgiving logic of the machine.

Wormmon stirred from a peaceful sleep and asked Greg, "Are you still working on the Flappy Bird game?"

Without looking away from the screen, Greg nodded and said, "Yup."

Shaking his head, Wormmon remarked, "You have an obsessive personality. Get some sleep, Greg."

Greg replied, "I will when I'm done."

Wormmon warned, "At this rate, you'll die."

Greg responded, "So be it.”

Wormmon sighed, shaking his head once more as Greg continued to code the Flappy Bird game.

Greg nearly gave up until he had an idea. He went to PHO and sent a message to GstringGirl.
[B]♦ Private message to GstringGirl:[/B]
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► 1Undisplayed Private Messages
[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B] Hey are you up? I need help with programming a game.

[B]GstringGirl:[/B] I never sleep. Killing noobies is how I live. You need help coding a game. Sure I will help if you beg me.

[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B]Please! Please! Please! Help me!

[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Alright newbie, send me the script and everything else.

[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B]Thanks! your the best. ^_^ . I’m sending the file right now.

[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Void. This is all HTML. Where is the script?

[B]XxVoid_CowboyxX:[/B]Can’t you code the game in HTML??????

[B]GstringGirl:[/B] Dumbass. I am going to have to start from the scratch. You better appreciate all the hard work I’m doing for you

[/INDENT]

It was around noon that Greg finished with the help of GstringGirl.

Greg flopped back in his chair and exclaimed, “I’m finally done.”

Wormmon, casually eating cereal, replied, “Oh, that’s great! Let’s play the game.”

Greg nodded slowly. “Okay... I need to warn you, though. When I was testing it, it was difficult to play, the controls were janky.”

“Is that so?” Wormmon said it with amusement. “Let’s give it a try.”

Wormmon jumped onto Greg's lap to reach the computer and play the game.

Greg nodded again and booted up the game.

Floppy Bird started.

Wormmon took control, clicking the mouse to make the bird fly. The bird hit the first pipe and died.

Greg scratched his head, embarrassed. “Wow, this game sucks.”

Wormmon chuckled. “Nope, this is perfect.”

Wormmon played again, this time reaching the hundredth pipe before dying.

“You recreated the game perfectly,” Wormmon said. “Let’s sell it. We’ll need to get game streamers to spread the word.”

Greg was doubtful. “This is a terrible plan.”

“Trust me,” Wormmon said. “We’ll be rich in no time.”

Wormmon would put the game on the stream, Google Play Store, and App Store.

Wormmon and Greg would contract every game streamer to feature their game.

----

POV Leet

Leet was playing a game with his bro Uber.

A message popped on his phone.

Leet checked the message and with confusion, asked Uber, “Hey, have you ever heard of a game called Flappy Bird?”

----

POV ???

An Irish man with green hair was talking to his webcam. “Top of the morning to ya laddies I'm jacksepticeye and this is Flappy Bird. You said it with me right?

----

POV ???

A man with glasses and a calm voice narrates to his fans, “Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Flappy Bird.”

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POV ???

A Canadian man with fake blond hair was squatting on the chair, sitting on his haunches with his feet flat on the seat and his knees drawn up close to his chest.

The man starts to say, “Hey chat asasadasasdadassda.”

The game Flappy Bird starts to be played.

----

POV Greg

Greg was drinking Dr.Pepper and said, “Do you think this will work?”

Wormmon responded, “I am positive it will work. Now we just need to be patient.”

Flappy Bird was spreading throughout the world like wildfire.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg was sleeping peacefully in bed.

Bill tiptoed into the room and started to shake Greg gently awake.

“Greg. Greg. Greg,” Bill whispered softly.

Greg's beady eyes look up at Bill's shit-eating grin. “Whatcha doing.”

“We’re going fishy. Come on, buddy, the ocean is calling us.”

“I don’t wanna,” Greg said, pulling his bedsheet over his head.

“Nope! Up and atta boy,” Bill pulled the bedsheet off Greg.

Greg shivered in the cold.

Bill said cheerfully, “Get dressed and be in the car in 15 minutes.”

Bill left the room.

Greg moaned in agony.

Wormmon walked out of the closet and said, “I was hoping we could track down Lung today. I guess it is family bonding time.”

Wormmon requested to find some audio tapes of Lung speaking so it would be easier to track the criminal down.

Searchmon uses sound to find people. Searchmon was able to memorize a sound and pinpoint the location when the sound was created.

Greg searched the internet for Lung audio or anytime Lung spoke. Greg was left empty-handed. It turned out Bakuda spoke when she announced her debut and started the bombing. Lung, on the other hand, didn’t have any audio of him speaking, let alone any sound from his battles.

Greg considered asking the PRT if they had audio of Lung. But Wormmon's opinion was that it was a waste of time.

Greg and Wormmon were going to be left asking the Undersiders for help tracking down the elusive gang boss.

Greg's entire day was ruined. He had to go fishing.

Greg moaned in agony as he wanted to sleep.

Wormmon asked politely, “Hey, can you digivolve me into Shadramon? I need to go on a personal quest for vengeance!”

Greg muttered, "Digi Armour Energize."

Greg left-eyed glowed with the Crest of Courage.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Shadramon!”

Wormmon glowed and digivolved to Shadramon.

Shadramon said to the drowsy Greg, “Enjoy your trip, Greg.”

----

Bill was in his car. The car was a buggy.

Greg entered the car with a thermostat filled with coffee. Normally he wouldn’t touch the stuff, but he really needed it now.

Bill started driving, the road was bumpy and Greg nearly spilled his hot coffee.

“Hey Greg, do you have a girlfriend?”

Greg yawned loudly and then finally replied, “No girl can handle the G-man. I'm still searching for someone who wants me.”

“Alrighty then. We are not exactly fishing alone. My coworkers are also going to be there with their families.”

“That, not surprising, isn't the only reason I am going fishing. I hate fishing. You hate fishing. I'd rather hit the arcade than reel in fish. Oh right, Sarah will be their right.”

“I am not going to ask for a lot, Greg, don't embarrass me. I work with these people every day. It would be really awkward if you started some kind of drama.”

“Pla-Ezzze, I'm always behaved.”

Bill seemed to sigh.

----

They reached the beach and a beautiful blonde woman was waving at Bill.

Greg and Bill reached the pier, where a boat was waiting for them.

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw Bill. "Good, you're here, the sun is beautiful and the wind is fair. I hope you like red wine, I have a case of it prepared.”

Bill returned with a smirk, “I wouldn't say no to any drink when you're offering it.”

The woman replied, “What if I offer poison?”

Bill said, “I'll happily drink it.”

The woman smiled lightly and said, "You're a smooth talker. Get on this boat before we leave.”

Bill waved Greg on the boat, “Come, we are going.”

The woman turned to Greg and said, “Nice to see you again Greg, I’m Margaret. I hope we all have a pleasant party.”

Greg only responded with a “Yeah.”

Margaret seems to be more happy to see him than he was to see her. “I hope you enjoy the party.”

----

Greg wasn't unfamiliar with the people at the boat party. He basically knew everyone vaguely. There were new faces at the party, but everyone seemed to either have a good time, try out fishing, be bored, or playing with their phones.

Greg saw a familiar face wearing a nice dress. Officer Kaya was sitting in the boat, nursing a drink.

Greg thought it was a small world. He considered not even greeting her since it might arouse his cape identity.

Greg wondered if it would be more suspicious if he didn’t greet her. Greg was cursing his previous self for flirting with the Officer.

Kaya was now looking at him.

Greg made a decision and would casually talk to her. Maybe say hi and talk about the weather.

Greg walked up to Kaya and said with a smile, “What's up beautiful.”

Greg instantly regretted what he said. He had no choice, he was going to have to go back in time and shoot himself.

Kaya replied, “I'm flattered, but you're too young for me to date.”

Greg chuckled awkwardly. “I was not trying to flirt with you. I wasn't going to call you beautiful. Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful. I mean, dammit. My mouth starts moving even faster than the brain can process what I’m saying.”

Kaya hummed and finally said, “From what I understand, your mouth doesn’t have a filter. It might be better if you worked on your issues. It will cause problems in the future.”

Greg nodded his head. “Yeah. Would you consider dating me?”

Kaya drank her drink before replying, “Our age difference will be a problem.”

Greg said with confidence, "Well, age is just a number.”

Kaya replied with mirth, “With your logic, then prison is just a room.”

Greg shrugged and said, "Well, I tried. Enjoy the party.”

Kaya said quickly, “Before you go, what's your name? My name is Kaya Kasongo.”

Greg gave an exaggerated bow and said, “Nice to meet you Officer Kaya. My name is Greg Veder.”

“Curious,” Kaya said, narrowing her eyes. “You seem to know I’m a police officer without me telling you.”

Greg smiled and said, “You have an, what’s the word to use? Aura. Presence. You have such an intense presence that you're dangerous. Like your part of the military or an officer of the law. I’m just lucky I got it right.”

Kaya replied, “Is that so, Veder? I noticed you have the scent of gunpowder. Care to explain?”

Greg replied, “You have a good nose. What else do you smell?”

Kaya took a sip of her drink and replied, “My nose is like a bloodhound. You don’t seem to be old enough to own a gun.”

Greg said, “I plead the fifth.”

"Well, I definitely get you to talk.”

The predatory smile on Kaya's face made Greg realize something critical.

Greg was in danger.

----

POV Alan Barnes

Alan was a divorce lawyer who worked for Brockton Bay Lawfirm.

Alan parked his car in the parking lot near the building of the law firm.

Alan slowly got out of the car with his suitcase.

“Well. Well. Well,” a voice spoke above Alan. “Look who we have here.”

Alan looked up to see a human-sized, red-armored insect flying in the air.

Alan jumped back in surprise and hit his car. “Jesus Christ!"

The cape flew down and sent a spinning kick at Alan's face. The kick hit his face, and it felt like getting hit by a metal bat.

Alan was violently thrown to the ground. His mouth was bleeding from the impact. Some of the teeth might have been lost or broken.

As Alan instinctively tried to get back up, the cape kicked him in the stomach and he rolled violently on the asphalt ground.

Alan coughs. He kept coughing as his stomach was bruised badly.

“Alan fucking Barnes. I hate you so very much.” The cape growled out. “I am not going to kill you. I am going to make you suffer!”

Alan saw that the cape pointed its cannon hand at his car.

The cape said, “Flare Buster!”

A fireball hit his car, denting the car door with the impact and melting the glass and metal.

The cape continues to chant, “Flare Buster! Flare Buster! Flare Buster! Flare Buster! Flare Buster!”

Each time a fireball is unleashed, it slams into Alan’s car and burns the car further. The car was now completely engulfed in flames.

Alan was furious and yelled, “Why are you doing this to me! What have I ever done to you!?”

The cape glared at Alan and said, “All of this is payback. My revenge! I want you and your entire family to leave this city!”

“I am not scared of you! The PRT will throw you in jail and I will sue the hell out of you.”

“The PRT will try to stop me,” the cape says. “The PRT is also very slow to respond. Your house is 4577 Greenbag Road, correct? I wonder if I will reach your house or if the PRT will reach your house first?”

Alan looked at the cape in horror and said, “No.”

“The next time you see me, I will burn you alive.” The cape flew into the air and went in the direction of Alan’s house.

Alan took his phone out and called his wife. The phone rang.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Come on, Zoe! Pick up the phone,” Alan cursed loudly when the answer machine message responded.

Alan started to get up and hobble into the building he worked in.

Alan tried again to call his wife but much to his horror and frustration, he only heard the answer machine.

Alan got into the building and sat in a chair in the lobby. Alan called the PRT.

The phone was picked up and the feminine voice on the other end spoke, “This is the PRT Hotline. How can I help you today?”

Alan says in relief, “Hello? I need help! I was attacked by a cape!”

The PRT representative replied, “Uh, excuse me? Did you say a cape?”

“Yes, a cape! A person with superpowers!”

“Is this some kind of prank call?”

“No, it's not a joke! I'm serious! I was attacked by a cape!”

“Calm down, sir I'm going to need your information.”

“My house is going to be burned down! The cape will set my house on fire!”

“Don't worry, sir. I just need your information first.”

“Are you kidding me? My house is burning and you want my information? I need to talk to a hero now!”

“Sir, I understand you're upset, but I need your information to proceed.”

“If I don't get to talk to a hero right now, I will sue you and your entire company!”

“Please remain calm, sir. I'm trying to help, but I need your information to send assistance.”

Alan cursed, he answered all the PRT Representatives questions and then the PRT Representatives were going to send a hero to investigate his claims.

Alan felt he was losing brain cells while talking to the PRT.

“Carol!” Alan said in realization, “Carol Dallon can help me!”

Alan ran toward Carol's office.

----

Carol was working on a case when Alan barged into her office.

“Alan?” Carol responded with confusion. “What happened to you?”

Alan said hurriedly, “I was attacked by a craze cape. He burned down my car and now he is planning to burn down my house! You have to help me!”

“Calm down, Alan,” Carol said, getting up. “Have you called the PRT?”

Alan said bitterly, “Yes.”

Carol nodded her head. “Let’s hurry then, get in my car and we will check on your house.”

“Thank you,” Alan said in relief.

Carol and Alan left work to drive to Alan’s house.

----

Alan saw his house ablaze in flames. The house in which he lived for three decades and raised his children was in flames.

The house was on fire and a crowd of people were watching.

Alan, in a daze, got out of Carol's car to watch in horror as his home was destroyed.

“Alan!” A voice screamed.

Someone was holding his arms and shaking him.

It took a while to recognize his wife, Zoe.

“Alan!” Zoe yelled.

“Honey, what happened? Are the children safe?”

“Anna and Emma weren’t home when the fire monster parahuman attacked. He busted into the house and started burning everything.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. What should we do now? Our house is gone!”

“I... don’t know,” Alan stuttered.

Velocity approached Alan and Zoe.

“Hello?” Velocity asked, “Are you the homeowner?”

“Yes,” Alan responded.

Velocity then said, “We will do our best to arrest the parahuman that caused this. Do you have any idea who has a grudge against you that would go this far?”

Alan deflated and said in a defeated voice, “There are just too many people that hate me.”

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POV Greg

In Greg’s room.

Greg saw the news and recognized Shadramon's description from the news report.

Greg asked Wormmon, who was eating cheerios, “Did you burn down a person's house?”

“Correction,” Wormmon said, “I burned down Emma’s house.”

“Why?”

“I want her to stop bullying Taylor and I want payback. If the Barnes know what’s good for them, they will leave the Bay.”

“Are you going to attack Madison next?”

“Yes, but not anytime soon. I targeted Alan because he’s a divorce lawyer, and his job makes him quite hated,” Wormmon said. “Now if I target the Madison family, it will create a pattern. Which would link up with Taylor. As much as I hate to admit it, there's only so much I can do for Taylor’s situation. We are going to need to tell Taylor to transfer to another school or get a GED. It’s not healthy for her to go to Winslow.”

“I think you are obsessed with Taylor.”

“I consider her my mom. We do go to the extreme for the people we love.”

“Your mom? Seriously? Back on track, I am not shedding any tears for the Barnes family. I do wonder if there is a better way to handle this that wouldn’t make you look like a crazed pyromaniac.”

“I actually thought about it a lot. I could try to legally sue Emma and Madison, but the issue is that Taylor and her father, Danny, both have personality and social issues to follow that path.”

“Okay, now you're confusing me.”

“Danny is a good man, but he failed Taylor as a father. The choices he made regarding Taylor’s bullying situation were irresponsible.” Wormmon sighed deeply. “Danny is like a politician, he talks a lot but doesn't really do anything. That's when shit hits the fan, he gasps in surprise as the crap gets in his mouth.”

“Alright then, what about Taylor?”

“There are several reasons. First, she is going to need to stop being Skitter for the lawsuit, we can’t have her illegal activities discovered. Second, she is going to need to talk to her dad, which is difficult for her. Third, Taylor does not care.”

“Hold on, what do you mean Taylor doesn’t care?”

“Look, I don’t know if it is her power that allows her to dump her emotions into her bugs or just her personality. Taylor does not value her own life or wellbeing. On the other hand, she is very goal-oriented. She would do everything in her power to reach that goal, including risking her own life. However, if a person hurts someone she cares about, she will go to the ends of the Earth to make them pay. It makes her a martyr-like character.”

“That’s kind of sad.”

“Well yeah... Taylor being a cape isn’t healthy for her, it is good for humanity... Taylor doesn’t want to see her depressed father go to court for her. Taylor doesn’t want to lose her connection to the Undersiders, whom she is growing to like. Taylor doesn’t want to get payback for Emma, Madison or Sophia. All she wants is not to get bullied. I can offer advice, but I can’t fight this kind of battle for her without her cooperation.”

“Next time,” Greg said with a look of resolution. “Will you bring me on your quest for revenge for Taylor?”

Wormmon nodded his head and said, “Of course, partner.”

Chapter Text

POV Triumph

Triumph cruised through the city on his motorcycle, his only mode of transportation since he lacked the abilities to fly, teleport, or use any other Mover powers. He'd chosen a motorcycle for its practicality and speed. His bike was adorned with Roman decorations, and a lion's head proudly adorned the front, symbolizing his strength and regal bearing.

The people on the PHO call his motorcycle the LeoRider.

Triumph was on patrol, making sure the villains weren't breaking the law. It was important for heroes to be visible to the public and make people feel safe.

Triumph once thought that these patrols were useless. But the statistics did lower crime when heroes were present. His only wish was that he wasn't so predictable with his patrols. Someone needed to beef up PRT security badly.

Triumph stopped at a red light at an intersection, a sense of unease creeping over him.

Cars began to hem him in from the left, right, and behind.

"I have a situation," Triumph said into his earpiece.

He was now only hearing static. Something was jamming the signal.

A pickup truck pulled up in front of him, blocking his path. In the back stood Lung, already beginning to grow and transform.

Lung leapt from the truck, his form expanding. "Fight me, puny hero!"

Triumph dismounted his beloved LeoRider, preparing for the battle of his life. He needed to defeat Lung before he grew too powerful. He needed to strike hard and fast. "Time to slay a dragon!"

Triumph charged at Lung.

Lung swiped a claw at Triumph.

Triumph dove under the claw, then unleashed three powerful punches into Lung’s chest. With a shout, he released a point-blank sound blast at Lung.

Lung was thrown back, slamming into the pickup truck.

Triumph watched in dismay as Lung grew even larger.

Realizing his best attack had barely slowed Lung down, Triumph dashed away. He knew better than to fight a rampaging dragon head-on.

Before he could escape, a car door slammed into his back, sending him crashing to the ground. "Ugh!"

Pain coursed through Triumph as he struggled to get up.

Lung was in no hurry, slowly walking toward the fallen hero.

Triumph looked up at the towering figure of Lung.

With a powerful kick, Lung knocked Triumph unconscious.

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POV Amy Dallon

Reona Mall had multiple department stores, offering everything from clothing to arcades.

Amy navigated the aisles, picking out clothes she felt comfortable in. Her sister preferred bright colors like yellow, pink, and blue, while her parents favored clothes that were old-fashioned and outdated.

Amy, on the other hand, liked dark colors such as brown and black. She didn't enjoy shopping for clothes, but her wardrobe was getting old, and she didn't want to borrow from her sister anymore.

Her hands picked up a punk pink t-shirt that said, ‘Baddest Bitches Around.’

Amy liked the t-shirt message but hated the color. She needed something emo-dark. She considered going to Hot Topic and getting a goth outfit.

Amy could see herself walking into her house wearing a goth outfit with pale makeup and carrying a decorated skull in her hand. Carol would lose her mind when she looked at the goth outfit she was wearing.

Amy sighed and ended her daydream. She picks a safer brown blouse from the rack.

Amy didn’t want the ensuing shouting match with Carol when expressing her taste.

Panacea had an image. She felt the weight of living up to the image of a healer. Expectations were heavy on her shoulders.

Amy heard the commotion before she saw it, people screaming and the sound of gunfire.

She saw ABB gangsters storming into the mall, with Lung leading the charge.

Before she knew it, an ABB gangster was pointing a gun at her, ordering her to follow him.

Amy sighed. "Why am I a hostage again?"

Amy followed the gangster to the center plaza, where the other hostages were waiting.

The hero Triumph was tied up by a rope and looked to be unconscious.

Amy saw that Tinkertech bombs were being attached to the walls.

Lung was standing on the second floor, looking over the operations.

Amy could feel that the situation was much more dangerous than the Undersiders bank robbery.

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POV Leet

Leet was checking out his camera drone.

Leet’s meticulously upgraded camera, now mounted on a high-performance drone, represented the pinnacle of photographic technology. The combination allowed him to capture breathtaking images and videos from perspectives previously unattainable. From expansive landscapes to dynamic action shots.

Uber asked, “Everything looks good?”

Leet grinned and nodded his head. “Everything is working to perfection. My drone is going on his maiden flight. We are going to capture the battle between Lung and the Heroes. The visual will be in 4K Ultra HD, it will be like we are actually in the battle.”

"Dude, you're amazing. We are going to post this online and get so much money.”

“Yup. We don’t even need to lift a finger.”

Leet got control and started the camera drone to start flying toward the mall.

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POV Armsmaster

Armsmaster got off his motorcycle and marched toward the Reona Mall.

A police line was formed in front of the Reona Mall.

The PRT was holding the line as concerned civilians were trying to get into the mall.

A camera crew was giving a report about the situation.

Armsmaster saw the heroes grouped up in front of the mall.

Protectorates heroes Velocity, Assault and Battery.

Every member of New Wave, with the exception of Panacea, was present.

Armsmaster asked out loud, “What is the current status?”

Battery answered, “Lung and his gang are holding over a hundred people hostage. Including Panacea and Triumph. He wants to exchange the hostages for Bakuda.”

Brandish spoke, “We should be storming the mall and rescuing the hostages. What are we waiting for?”

“Carol.” Lady Photon said, “That will endanger the hostages.”

Brandish said, “It will only get worse if we prolong this. My daughter is in there. We can’t just keep twiddling our thumbs and doing nothing. We should hit them fast and hard.”

Battery said, “I think it would be better to trade the hostage for Bakuda. We don’t want civilians to get hurt.”

Assault said, “I might be the bad guy for saying this. But I don’t want Bakuda to get free. We will go back to living in fear of her bombs.”

Velocity asked, “What is Director Piggot's orders?”

Armsmaster replied, “I talked to her about the situation. The Director doesn’t want us to let go of Bakuda. We need to find a solution that will save the hostages and take down Lung.”

Brandish spoke, “What is the plan then?”

Armsmaster answered, “We will try to renegotiate with Lung. We need to get as many hostages out of his hands as we can. We should gather information, such as the number of gangsters and the structure of the mall. If Lung or any of his gangsters start shooting at the hostages, we will storm the building and defeat the ABB.”

Velocity said, “Alright then, what should we do in the meantime?”

Armsmaster responded, “Stay on standby and wait for my signal to storm the mall.”

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POV Greg

Greg entered a gun store to get ammo for his guns.

Rifles were on the back wall behind the counter, while ammo and other gun-related maintenance tools were on display.

A middle-aged man was behind the counter with the name tag Markus on it.

Greg approached Markus, “Hey.”

Markus smiles warmly and speaks with a German accent, “Ah, guten tag! Welcome to my store. How can I help you today?”

“Looking for ammo and, um, I was wondering if you could show me some guns.”

Markus nods enthusiastically, “Of course, of course! I am always happy to help someone appreciate fine craftsmanship. What are you looking for? Something for hunting? Target shooting?

“Just looking around for now. I’m not really sure yet.”

Markus chuckles, “No worries, my friend. Let me show you a few options.” Markus reaches under the counter and pulls out a small pistol. “This here is a classic 9mm. Good for beginners, easy to handle.”

“Wow, it’s cool. Can I hold it?”

Markus hands the pistol to Greg carefully. “Of course. Always remember to treat every gun as if it’s loaded, even if you know it’s not. Safety first, ja?”

“Yeah, got it.”

“You seem young. Are you here with your parents?”

Greg answers, “Nah, I’m just looking for myself.”

Markus asked, “Do you admire the Desert Fox?”

“You mean the Desert Eagle?”

“Nevermind then. You know, you need to be at least 18 to purchase a firearm, depending on the type. Do you have an ID?”

“I was hoping you might make an exception. I have a lot of cash on me.”

“I am sorry, but laws are laws.”

“Alright then, let me buy some ammo then.”

Greg buys the ammunition and leaves the store.

Greg hears his cell phone ring. Greg answers his cell phone and says, “Hello.”

“Greg.” Wormmon's voice says warily, “That guy was a Nazi.”

“Wait, really? What are we going to do?”

“Investigate if he is part of Empire 88. If he is, we tip off the police. If the police don't do anything, we beat that guy up and burn down the store.”

“You really like burning down buildings, don’t you? I am starting to see a pattern.”

“You are right, we are going to steal all of his stuff and then burn down the building.”

Ding. An alert is sent to his phone. Greg sees an alert that Lung has resurfaced on his phone.

“Let’s put a pin on that plan,” Greg says.

Greg clicks the alert and sees information that the ABB is holding hostages in the mall.

Greg says, “Lung is holding a mall full of civilian hostages. What should we do?”

“Finally, Lung shows up. Get your rifle with Newter’s liquid-coated bullets. We are going to kill Lung.”

“Alright, do have a plan to save the hostages.”

“I don’t really know? I typically take a day to think of a strategy. I’m having issues thinking of a plan on the fly. Do you have any ideas?”

Greg thought for a moment and smiled. "Oh, I have a plan.”
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POV Director Piggot

There wasn’t a single easy day for a PRT Director. Especially when a city like Brockton Bay was determined to set itself on fire.

Some days were more difficult than others. For instance, today they were dealing with a hostage situation with a Cape that had enough firepower to fight Leviathan to a standstill.

Piggot was on the phone with the Mayor, “Mister Mayor, we are doing everything in our power to save our own hero and your son.”

The Mayor was hysterical, “My son is being held by a lunatic! If something happens to him! I am going to make sure you get fired!”

Piggot didn’t envy the person who would replace her. Piggot replied calmly, “PRT will do our best to ensure that the hostage and our own hero are saved. We will also arrest those who are responsible for this crisis.”

The Mayor sighed tiredly on the phone and begged, “Please save our son.”

The phone call ended.

Piggot rubbed her forehead. She looked out of the window and into the city. Somewhere out there, a battle was going to be fought.

Piggot hit the intercom and spoke to her secretary, “Who is the next person I am going to be speaking to?”

The secretary responded, “Master and Bait wants to speak with you. They are saying it is urgent.”

Piggot said, “Put them through. I want to talk to them.”

The phone in her office rang.

Piggot picked up the phone and said, “You are speaking with Director Piggot of the ENE PRT. Who am I speaking with?”

The voice answered, "Yo, what’s up! You are speaking with Master. I know you've been busy with Lung’s hostage situation and we have a plan to solve the problem.”

“You both are on thin ice. Especially with the Barnes situation. Why should we cooperate with you?”

"Well, to save hostages lives, obviously. You guys can try to arrest us later, when the current crisis is resolved. Anyway, can I tell you my plan?”

“I will make a compromise considering these dire situations. Tell me your plan on how you are going to save the hostage from both Lung and his minions?”

“We are going to recruit Skitter and secretly send her bugs to disable the ABB gangsters guns and then defeat the gangsters next. Then the heroes can take down Lung without worrying about the hostages.”

Piggot was going to need to increase Skitter's rating if she could accomplish such tasks. “Are you sure that Skitter is able to perform such tasks and not be discovered? It almost sounds like your gambling the hostages lives.”

“Skitter is an absolute knightmare to fight because she has the entire insect kingdom under her command. Wasps, spiders and everything that skitters around. She can easily beat a group of armed gangsters holding hostages without anyone getting hurt.”

“Hmm... How would you recruit Skitter for your plan?”

“Money is a very good incentive. Also, we have Bait, which can scan the entire building, so we know the perfect time to attack Lung. This is the best plan to save everyone.”

Piggot analyzed the plan, it wasn’t perfect, but it was much better than the one previously available. She can even polish the plan and reduce the risks.

Piggot asked, “If we do go with your plan, are you going to be held responsible if it messes up?”

“...They're always going to be a risk.... Yes, I will take the fall if it goes down badly.”

Piggot nodded her head. “What do you need from me?”

“Time,” Master said. “We need time to recruit Skitter and my group needs to get to the mall. Ask the heroes not to attack Lung until we are there.”

Piggot nodded. “I will do so. Keep me updated on your progress.”

“Thank you Director, signing off.”

The phone call ended.

Piggot was going to need to call Armsmaster and tell him to wait for further orders.

----

POV Armsmaster

Armmaster was in a van, looking at a screen.

Armsmaster was able to hack into the mall’s surveillance system.

Armsmaster was looking at the placemate of the ABB gangsters and Lung.

With the number of heroes and PRT Troopers available, they could easily sweep in and take down the gangsters.

Lung was the only real problem. However, Armsmaster was confident that his Tinkertech Drug would be able to take the dragon down.

Director Piggot was calling him, and Armsmaster assumed to get an update on the situation.

Armsmaster answered the call, “Hello Director.”

“Armsmaster, you didn’t start raiding the Mall have you?” Director Piggot asked.

"No, we have not. I have created a plan that will ensure the safety of the hostages and take down Lung.”

“I want you to be on standby. Bug Man and Bug Cowboy will arrive at your location and they will provide a plan to handle the current crisis.”

“Director.” Armsmaster said it curtly. “Bug Man has committed multiple crimes. Are we going to ignore them?”

“We will address the issue another time. What’s important is that we save the hostages and take down Lung. Bug Cowboy plan is the best we have in our current situation. I am ordering you to be on standby.”

Armsmaster frowned and said, “Fine Director. We will be on standby.”

Armsmaster left the van and saw the other heroes waiting for him.

Miss Militia asked, “Are we going to start the operation?”

Armsmaster unfolded his halberd, “Get everyone ready. We are raiding the Mall.”

Armsmaster was going to prove the Director wrong.

Chapter Text

POV Dauntless

Shawn thought about what exactly a hero is.

Is there a way to measure what a hero exactly is? Could it be measured by how many people you saved? How much of a positive impact did you have on the world? Was it defeating the villain and making sure they didn't hurt others or society?

The question of what the hero was was a dilemma that Shawn was grappling with. It was important to him to find an answer, especially since he was growing more powerful every day.

Over the years, he was an active hero. His answer kept changing. A hero was his duty. A hero's job was supposed to save people. A hero was to lend their hand to the people in need. A hero was supposed to bring smiles to children's faces. A hero was supposed to defeat villains. A hero was an accumulation of so many duties, righteous actions and ideals.

Dauntless wasn't a perfect hero, he was still striving to be the perfect hero in his imagination.

Currently, a foldable table is displaying a map of the mall.

Armsmaster was leading the meeting, explaining everyone's roles.

Armsmaster was at the head of the table.

Miss Militia, Assault, Battery, Velocity and himself were on the right side of the table.

New Wave with Brandish, Flashbang, Manpower and Lady Photon were on the left side of the table.

The children of New Wave, which were Glory Girl, Laserdream and Shielder, were on the other end of the table.

“Here is the plan,” Armsmaster pointed out two entry points on the mall map, “We will be going through these openings, which the ABB guards are not guarding. The Protectorate Heroes will be going through the Insider Eye Doctor entrance way, while New Wave will go through the Sandy Jeans entrance way.”

Armsmaster continued, “New Wave will focus on protecting civilians and evacuating them from the mall. Proceed to take down any ABB gangsters and anyone else who gets in your way. The Protectorate heroes will concentrate on dealing with the ABB gangsters, rescuing Triumph, deactivating Tinkertech bombs, and taking down Lung.”

Photon Lady nodded her head and said, “Okay, we will do that.”

“Good,” Armsmaster turned to Dauntless. "Dauntless, I want you to deactivate the Tinkertech bomb with Tinkertech that I created.”

Dauntless nodded his head and said, “Okay.”

Armsmaster hands over a device that looks like a handheld radio.

Armsmaster explained the details of the Tinkertech. “The Bomb Scrambler operates on the principle of disrupting the electronic and signal-based components of Bakuda's bombs. Bakuda's explosives often rely on sophisticated triggering mechanisms and communication protocols to function. The scrambler emits a targeted disruption frequency that interferes with these components, rendering the bomb inactive permanently within a twenty-five-foot range of the Bomb Scrambler.”

Dauntless takes a minute to parse from Armsmaster's explanation, he needed to push a button on the Bomb Scrambler and be twenty-five feet from the Tinkertech bombs to inactivate them.

Dauntless nodded his head and said, “I won’t fail you.”

“Good,” Armsmaster said. “Let's go over the finer details of the plan.”

Every hero was working together to save the hostages and defeat Lung. They couldn’t afford failure.

----

Dauntless, a blur of gold, skidded to a halt on the polished tile floor. He scanned the scene.

Unlike the usual ABB grunts, these weren't your average thugs. They were kitted out in heavy body armor, the glint of bulletproof vests catching the overhead lights. In their hands, instead of crude pistols, they sported menacing rifles, their unmistakable black barrels pointed at the crowd.

Velocity was a blur of red as he rushed toward the closet ABB gangster. In an instant, he went from being a streak of red to a solid presence.

The armed gangster barely had time to register the sudden appearance of the hero before Velocity's fist connected with his face. The force of the punch sent the gangster sprawling to the ground, unconscious, before he hit the floor.

Panicked shouts and the roar of gunfire filled the air as the ABB gangsters unleashed a torrent of bullets at the hero. It was a futile effort, for Velocity was already out of sight.

Assault and Battery arrived on the scene.

Battery, her expression serious and focused, moved with precision, her fists crackling with electricity. Each punch she delivered was swift and powerful, with bolts of lightning arcing from her hands to the gangsters, incapacitating them instantly.

Beside her, Assault moved with a contrasting ease, a confident grin on his face as he delivered a flurry of punches and kicks. His movements were fluid and almost playful, but each strike landed with devastating effectiveness, sending gangsters reeling.

New Wave arrived and immediately unleashed their power on the ABB gangsters, creating a path for the hostages to escape.

"Everyone! This way, hurry!" Lady Photon shouted to the crowd, guiding them toward an exit and away from the battlefield.

Miss Militia arrived and materialized a high-tech rifle. With practiced ease, she sighted down the barrel and fired a single round, aiming at the ABB Gangster weapons.

On the second floor of the mall, Dauntless spotted his comrade Triumph, beaten up and tied to a chair. Unfortunately, Lung stood guard, his menacing form looming over the captured hero.

Lung was growing larger as the conflict escalated, his formidable presence intensifying the chaos.

Armsmaster was already rushing toward Lung, determined to confront the towering villain.

Amid the turmoil, Dauntless spotted Tinkertech bombs strapped to the pillars of the mall, their presence a dire threat to everyone inside.

Dauntless rushed toward the Tinkertech bombs, determined to deactivate them.

Moving swiftly, Dauntless weaved through the bullet, using his enhanced agility and his shield to block attacks. He took down two gangsters with his Arclance as he neared the bombs.

When Dauntless was near the Tinkertech Bombs, he activated the Bomb Scrambler, its lights flickering as it synced with the explosive device.

The Bomb Scrambler beeped, indicating it had worked. Dauntless focused on keeping the gangsters away, using his Arclance to knock out any nearby threat.

Dauntless heard a deafening roar on the second floor.

Lung had grown immense, his massive form dominating the battlefield. Armsmaster, with remarkable agility and precision, expertly maneuvered between bursts of fire and sweeping claws. Even Dauntless couldn't help but admire Armsmaster's combat prowess.

With a swift, powerful motion, Lung seized Triumph in his enormous, clawed hands and hurled him at Armsmaster like a missile.

Armsmaster deftly sidestepped the flying hero, treating him like a dangerous projectile.

As Triumph plummeted from the second floor toward the unforgiving ground below, Dauntless sprang into action. He wasn't sure how fast he was moving, but he knew he had to catch Triumph before he crashed into the hard, laminated floor.

Dauntless caught Triumph in mid-air. "I've got you, buddy," he reassured.

Quickly assessing Triumph's injuries, Dauntless untied the rope binding him to the chair and lifted him into his arms, carrying him like a princess. Without hesitation, Dauntless bolted out of the mall, determined to get Triumph to safety.

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POV Panacea Amy.

All the heroes were battling the ABB gangsters. The mall had turned into a chaotic battlefield, with hostages caught in the crossfire.

Amy found herself in the midst of the conflict, powerless to save herself or the people around her. She desperately wished she had a different power.

The sight of New Wave arriving brought her a wave of relief.

“Amy!” Victoria called out, finding her sister. “Are you alright?”

Amy replied sarcastically, “I’m having a wonderful day.”

Victoria managed a small smile and scooped Amy into her arms.

“Both of you, get out of here! The situation is deteriorating rapidly.” Carol shouted as she hurled a light axe at a gangster.

“Okay, Mom!” Victoria responded, taking to the air with Amy.

Just then, a group of ABB gangsters appeared on the second floor as the Heroes seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Coordinated, they unleashed a hail of bullets.

Assault, Battery, and Velocity were taken by surprise and sought cover, some narrowly escaping the bullets and others being scraped by the bullets.

The hostages screamed as they were gunned down.

Victoria was struck by bullets, her shield shattering as the bullets pierced her body. Her agonized scream would haunt Amy’s nightmares.

“Vicky!” Amy cried out in anguish.

Victoria crashed to the ground, collapsing on the laminated floor as blood poured from her wounds.

“Girls!” Mark shouted.

Victoria groaned, “Ugh, I’m not dead yet.”

Amy immediately began healing her sister, determined not to let her die.

More ABB gangsters surrounded the heroes, their rifles aimed at the hostages and heroes alike.

“It’s a trap!” Uncle Neil shouted.

Amy saw the guns pointed at her and instinctively used her body to shield Victoria.

The ABB gangsters opened fire.

Amy felt the searing pain as bullets tore through her body.

Gritting her teeth, she concentrated on healing Victoria.

“Amy!” Victoria cried out in anguish.

Amy recalled the many times she had resented her powers, the long days at the hospital, and the guilt of not being able to heal more people. But in this moment, the fact that her powers could save her sister brought her immense relief.

She couldn’t imagine living in a world without Vicky. The only good part of her life.

As she lost consciousness from the blood loss, the last thing she saw was Victoria’s anguished face.

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POV Armsmaster

Armsmaster faced Lung with confidence born from meticulous preparation and advanced technology. His combat analysis software was running at full capacity, predicting Lung's every move with precision. He smirked behind his visor, convinced that he had the upper hand.

As Lung grew larger and stronger, his flames intensified, enveloping the battlefield in a searing inferno. Armsmaster stayed calm, firing a series of darts filled with Tinkertech drugs specifically designed to neutralize Lung's abilities. The darts struck true, embedding in Lung's flesh. Armsmaster's confidence soared as he saw Lung's growth slow down.

For a moment, it seemed like the drugs were working. Lung's advance halted, and his flames flickered. But then, with a roar that shook the ground, Lung erupted in a burst of flames, growing much larger and stronger in an instant. The heat became unbearable, even through Armsmaster's armor.

Lung moved with terrifying speed, backhanding Armsmaster with a force that sent him crashing into a wall. The impact was brutal, denting the reinforced metal of his armor. Armsmaster groaned, trying to get up, but his suit was partially melted and fused from Lung's intense heat.

He struggled to move, his overconfidence now replaced with a grim realization of Lung's overwhelming power. His combat analysis software was struggling to keep up with Lung's rapid growth and unpredictable movements.

A searing wave of fire surged toward Armsmaster. At the last moment, Dauntless appeared, interposing himself and shielding Armsmaster from the fiery onslaught.

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POV Dauntless

With a roar, Dauntless charged, his spear crackling with electrical energy. Lung barely had time to react before Dauntless was upon him, the spear's tip slicing through scales and flesh alike. Each strike was accompanied by a burst of lightning, sending arcs of electricity dancing across Lung's body.

Lung staggered back, his eyes narrowing in pain and fury. The cuts and burns from Dauntless's relentless assault were beginning to show, but they also fueled his transformation. Lung's body began to grow, with muscles bulging and scales thickening. His skin darkened and his heat intensified, the very air around him wavering from the rising temperature.

Dauntless pressed his advantage, leaping into the air and driving his spear into Lung's shoulder. Lightning surged through Lung, causing him to roar in agony. But with each roar, Lung grew larger and more fearsome. His head touched the ceiling, now fully transformed into a dragon-like visage, and wings began to sprout from his back.

With a thunderous roar, Lung swiped at Dauntless, sending him crashing into a nearby store. Dauntless struggled to his feet, the impact leaving him momentarily dazed. Lung advanced, his size now dwarfing everything in the nearby area. The heat radiating from his body caused the floor tiles to crack and melt.

Dauntless shook off his fear, determination flaring in his eyes. He leaped back into the fray, his spear spinning in a dazzling display of skill and power. He struck again and again, each blow met with fierce resistance from Lung's now impenetrable scales.

Lung's claws slashed out, catching Dauntless across the chest and sending him sprawling. Dauntless gasped for breath, the pain was almost overwhelming. Lung loomed over him, his mouth opening to unleash a torrent of flame. But Dauntless, summoning every ounce of his willpower, rolled to the side.

Dauntless, battered but resolute, he rose to his feet, his Arclance shining bright and crackling like thunder itself. His eyes blazed with determination, and he gripped his weapon with renewed vigor.

"Lung!" Dauntless roared. "I'll show you why they call me Dauntless!"

Dauntless moved with the speed of sound, his Arclance slicing through the air with a sharp, electric hum. Lung barely had time to react before Dauntless struck, leaving a deep, diagonal wound across his chest. Lung roared in pain, his body convulsing as electricity surged through the wound.

Unyielding, Dauntless pressed his advantage, each slash of his Arclance a blur of light and power. He carved through Lung's thick scales, leaving deep, smoking gashes in his wake.

Lung's eyes burned with fury, his claws swiped out with tremendous force, aiming to crush Dauntless beneath their weight. But Dauntless raised his shield and Arclance, crashing into Lung's powerful strike.

The impact reverberated through the mall, shattering windows and sending debris flying. Dauntless stood firm against Lung's attack. He pushed back with all his strength, deflecting Lung's claw away with a surge of lightning. Lung staggered, momentarily thrown off balance, his eyes widening in a flicker of fear.

Dauntless surged forward, his Arclance blazing with renewed intensity. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one faster and more precise than the last. Lung tried to counter, but Dauntless was relentless, his resolve unbreakable.

Lung roared, unleashing flames in all directions. The inferno struck the Tinkertech bombs, triggering an explosion that shattered the mall pillars with exotic effects. As the mall began to crumble, Dauntless spotted Armsmaster, defenseless against the falling debris.

“Armsmaster!” Dauntless moves to save Armsmaster from being crushed under the heavy debris. Dauntless reaches the Armsmaster's fallen body, raising his shield above them both.

“What are you doing? Finish the fight!” Armsmaster shouted.

“I am not abandoning you!” Dauntless shouts with unwavering resolve.

The mall roof collapsed, and Dauntless braced for impact. The weight of the concrete crushed him, but summoning herculean strength, he pushed the debris off and sighed in relief.

“Dauntless!” Armsmaster screamed.

A massive, scaly hand grabbed Dauntless by the chest and hoisted him into the air. Lung's reptilian eyes bore into him as Dauntless struggled to break free, but to no avail.

With a sinister grin, Lung unleashed a torrent of flames that engulfed Dauntless. In an instant, Dauntless was reduced to ashes. His molten golden armor and equipment were all that remained, clattering helplessly to the ground.

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Hello readers,

I would like to get a vote on a character that I am going to adding later in the story. I will admit she is going to play a big role in the story.The character has to be female and attractive. Their is a possiblity she might become Greg love intrest. The voting will close three weeks

Here are the three rule or restriction for the vote.

The character has to be anime, cartoon, or game character. I like playing with images

Cannot be character written by Wildbow

Cannot be Dragon Ball Bulma. (I am not going write a NTR story) -__-

[] Write name of character.

You can vote writing the character you want in the comments

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon

Taylor wasn’t home. Which was unfortunate since it was an emergency.

Using Searchmon's ability to detect sounds, pinpointing the location of Undersiders was a piece of cake. They had the sound of nearly every Undersiders member speaking, with the exception of Bitch.

The hardest part was actually driving to the Undersiders Base.

Greg drove the van near the base. The van was now spray-painted with flowers, which didn’t blend well with the downtrodden area.

The two left the van and walked the rest of the way to the Undersiders Base.

Searchmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Skitter saw the pair of Greg and Wormmon through her insect sense and wrote in the sky with her bugs, ‘Why are you here?’

Greg, now outfitted with his Master costume, shouted loudly, “We need help beating up the ABB!”

Wormmon waved his stubs and said, “Hi mom!”

Skitter’s bugs rearranged themselves in the air. ‘I am not your mother.’

Wormmon shrugged and said, “If I tell others you're my mom, they're going to believe it. Especially considering your powers.”

The bugs in the air paused. Skitter’s bugs rearranged themselves in the air. ‘Do not call me your mother in front of others.’

“Alright, if it makes you happy,” Wormmon said. “Can I call you mom in private? Pleeeaassssseee.” Wormmon gave puppy dog eyes to the flying insect. 🥺.

The bugs in the air seem to fly randomly for a few minutes before writing them out. ‘Okay.’

Wormmon cheered, “You're the best mom ever.”

Wormmon was content, and it seemed the flying insects were turning into a vortex.

Greg spoke, “As sweet as this is, can we talk to the rest of the Undersiders? There is a job I want you to help us with.”

The bugs still spelled out, ‘We will come down.’

The Undersiders walked out of the base and faced the pair of Master and Bait.

Greg tipped his hat and gave a greeting, "Hello, my underlings.”

“What do you want, Master?” Grue asked.

Greg replied, “We want to kill Lung. I want Skitter's help since she defeated Lung before.”

Wormmon added, “We are happy for the other Undersiders to join us on our heroic quest.”

Tattletale responded, "Oh, you are really manipulative. You are going to use our dear Skitter conscious against her. Let me guess, you are going to mention that an innocent bystander will get hurt if she doesn’t help.”

Greg nodded. “Well yeah, that’s the plan.”

Skitter said, “Mind games don’t work on me.”

Greg asked, “So you are not going to help? A lot of people are going to get hurt by Lung without you helping us.”

Skitter seemed conflicted with the bugs buzzing around her and she harshly said, “That’s not fair.”

Grue said, “Hold on. We are talking about Lung here. He’s powerful and dangerous. The last time we fought him, we only survived because of dumb luck. Do you think we can beat him, let alone kill him?”

Greg said, "Well, we have-.”

Tattletale interrupter Greg, “They have two ways to beat Lung. A new transformation from Bait will calm the Dragon down. They also have a drug that can also work. They don’t need Skitter to take down Lung, they need Skitter to save the hostages.”

Greg muttered softly, “I was going to say that.”

Grue said, “Have you heard about the Unwritten Rules? No killing capes. If we do help you execute Lung, it wouldn’t be good for our reputation, isn’t capturing a better alternative?”

Wormmon answered, “Your telling me there's someone that cares about Lung that would avenge him? Lung crossed way too many lines by not stopping Bakuda's rampage. Besides, we will be doing the killing, you can deny knowing anything about it.”

Greg added, “We can pay you if you want. I don’t want Lung to break out of jail and rampage in the city.”

Regent said, “How much money are we talking about?”

“Before we talk about payment,” Tattletale said. “There is a huge secret I need to reveal. I figured out the whole truth. You have a lot of secrets, trying to masquerade the truth as a joke. Your goal is to kill the Eidolon. What I wondered about was the reason. So I did my research and discovered the shocking answer. Eidolon created the Endbringers. Isn’t that right, Master and Bait?” Tattletale gave a vulpine smile.

Everyone reacted differently.

Grue turned his head toward Tattletale, not believing what he heard.

Regent lost his grip on his staff, dropping to the ground.

Skitter bugs were buzzing intensely.

Bitch raised an eyebrow.

Greg had a eureka moment.

Wormmon nodded his head in approval.

Greg said, “I figured that out months ago.”

Tattletale was indignant at the idea of Greg figuring out the world-breaking secret. She could tell Greg was lying, so she screeched, “You lying faker! No, you didn’t!”

“Anyway,” Wormmon said, “Skitter and Undersiders, will you help us against Lung?”

Skitter asked skeptically, “Don’t you think dealing with Eidolon’s Endbringer problem is more important?”

Wormmon asked, “Who is going to believe us? We are accusing Eidolon. Can any of you take the heat from the entire Protectorates and one of the strongest capes in the world?”

“....”

“....”

“....”

Wormmon nodded sagely and said, "I thought so. No one is going to believe us. We will eliminate Eidolon when we have a fighting chance. Right now, though, Lung and the ABB have a mall full of people as hostages. Will you help us save them?”

Skitter answered, “I will help.”

Regent answered, “I will help for moolah.”

Grue said, “The Undersiders will assist you guys for money.”

Greg grinned. “Awesome.”

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POV Greg

Greg was driving toward Reona Mall in the Flower Van.

The Undersiders were riding monstrous dogs behind Greg’s van.

Skitter gathered flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, moths and bees in the area, creating a swarm that was best described as biblical.

Wormmon clinged to the top of the van. Ready to act at a moment's notice.

In the sky, Lung’s titanic body, wings, and flames were visible as he soared in the air as a massive dragon.

Greg yelled, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon announced, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bucchiemon!”

Bucchiemon flew towards Lung in the sky.

Greg put it on the radio. Hoping for a battle song that would inspire hope and determination. The radio started singing, “I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world!”

Greg and the Undersiders arrived at the battle scene. The heroes looked defeated, and civilians were panicking.

Everyone was looking at Greg’s van, which was playing the Barbie song in the middle of the battlefield.

Bucchiemon was near Lung in the sky.

Bucchiemon, with his hand, formed a heart shape and unleashed, “Heavy Beam!”

A heart-shaped beam of pink light struck Lung.

Lung retaliated with a wave of flames, but Bucchiemon dodged, maintaining the Heavy Beam.

Lung began to shrink, his wings and flames diminishing as he descended.

Greg stopped the van and prepared his AK47, loaded with bullets coated in Newter’s toxins.

Lung touched down, his form much smaller, wings vanished, and flames were weakening under the Heavy Beam. He slumped to the ground, as if struggling against the weight of his own gravity.

Skitter unleashed her swarm on Lung, with the insects biting, stinging, and attacking his vulnerable spots. Over a hundred thousand insects covered Lung. Lung thrashed and tried to burn the insect away.

Lung tried to summon his flames but failed under Bucchiemon’s Heavy Beam. He could only roar in defiance.

Greg exited the van. He walked closer to Lung as the song ‘I am Barbie Girl,’ played in the background. He aimed his rifle and fired all his bullets until nothing was left in the clip.

Lung was hit by multiple bullets, each coated in Newter’s toxin, piercing his flesh.

The combined assault of Bucchiemon’s Heavy Beam, Newter’s toxin and Skitter’s swarm overwhelmed Lung.

Lung fell backward with a thud. Lung was defeated and lying unconscious on the ground.

Greg reloaded his rifle.

Greg approached the fallen Lung, now reverted to human form, and pointed his rifle at Lung’s head. With a pull of the trigger, Greg ended the reign of the Gang Lord, who had terrorized the city for so many years.

“I was expecting more of a fight,” Greg said.

Bucchiemon flew toward Greg and then de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “Well, that’s taken care of, we might as well get out of here.”

Greg and Wormmon were walking back to the van, which was playing Barbie Girl in full volume.

Velocity blocked Greg and Wormmon's paths and said, “Wait.”

Wormmon said, “Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon.”

Wormmon glowed and Digivolve to Stingmon.

Stingmon asked, “Are you picking a fight with me?”

“No!” Velocity said in panic. “We just want to talk.”

Stingmon shook his head. “Every time we talk to you heroes, I’m left disappointed. How many more times do we need to be rejected? How many more people need to be killed? At this point, you heroes are hindering us from making any progress.”

Greg said, “I’m an optimistic guy and I want to believe in the BB Protectorates. But it’s really hard with all your past actions. I mean, how many times do we clean up your mess? Shadowstalkers, Bakuda and now Lung. Not to mention the mess with Eidolon. How are we supposed to trust any of you heroes?”

In the background, Tattletale screams, “You lying piece of shit! I figured out the Eidolon conspiracy!”

Grue placed a hand on Tattletale’s shoulder and said, “Not now.”

Velocity deeply sighed and said, “Look, I don’t have an answer that would satisfy you. I am just a middleman, the messenger. Isn’t that worth talking to us at least?”

Greg said, “Fine. Lead us to your leader.”

Stingmon said, “I vote we leave. This is going to be a waste of time.”

Greg replied, “I want to hear what the heroes have to say to us.”

Stingmon said, “Nothing good. Mark my words.”

Velocity led Master, Bait and the Undersiders to the Protectorate Heroes gathering.

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Greg wasn’t raised in Brockton Bay. The people had a kind of hopelessness in them. Every day was a struggle. It was much more prevalent today, as many people were injured and the sounds of ambulances and police cars made noise in the air.

A woman's voice yelled from the heroes gathering. “He was dead because of us! How am I supposed to explain this to his son!”

Greg recognized Battery as the electric arcs were dispersed in the air. She was furious as she yelled at Armsmaster.

Including Velocity, there was Armsmaster and Battery from New Wave was Photon Mom.

Armsmaster said, “At the stage, Lung was too powerful. We wouldn’t have helped.”

A table with only four heroes. Greg guessed the others were too injured to attend the meeting. The meeting occurred outside, in front of the mall.

Greg entered the meeting by tipping his hat and saying, “Howdy.”

Armsmaster straightened up and stared down Greg. “Bug Cowboy and Bug Man. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Greg noticed there was only one chair left at the table. He didn’t want to sit down and leave his teammate standing. “Hey, where are all the chairs? We need,” Greg started counting everyone, “Five more chairs? Velocity can you get me five more chairs?”

Velocity looked over to Armsmaster, his stare asking the senior hero if he should comply with Master's demands.

Armsmaster growled out, “Stop wasting time and sit down.”

Greg began to say. “Look, we all know the Protectorate heroes might look down on us, the Undersiders, and treat us like scum. But let's get one thing straight, we saved the day. We stood up when it mattered. I didn't take down the gang leader, Lung, by myself; it was a team effort. Each and every one of us contributed to that victory.

Greg continues to speak, “When Lung was rampaging, it wasn’t just me standing there. Skitter, you were their swarming Lung with venomous bugs. Bait calmed the Dragon down. Bitch was important in transporting her team to the battlefield. Grue, Tattletale and Regent were our cheerleaders, giving us moral support.”

Greg wraps up his lecture. “We all deserve a chair because that’s the respectful thing to do. Because respect is not optional. It’s essential. If you can’t respect us, we will leave. We won’t be part of a discussion that doesn’t value what we bring to the table. So, let's start with something simple. Let’s make sure everyone has a chair to sit on.”

Lady Photon says, “Velocity, please bring five chairs for our guest.”

Armsmaster says, “That’s not necessary.”

Battery replies, “Master is obviously not going to budge on the issue. He seems a little stupid.”

Greg was offended and replied, “Hey!”

Skitter coughs loudly, trying to stifle her laughter. Tattletale bursts into loud laughter.

Armsmaster breathes out through his nostril in frustration and says, “Fine.”

Velocity returned with five chairs.

The Undersiders, Master and Bait sat in their chairs.

Armsmaster began, “Now that everyone is comfortable, I am going to ask the question that has been on everyone's mind. Why did you execute Lung?”

Greg answered, “We both know why Lung needed to die. I can’t trust the Protectorates with their track record of holding villains imprisoned. Lung would escape and cause more havoc in the city. I don’t want Lung to continue to destroy Brockton Bay.”

Battery interjected, "Master and Bait, you’ve been on a streak of killing villains. While there may be short-term benefits, this approach is morally wrong, illegal, and harmful to our future." She held up three fingers and leaned back in her chair. "First, it's morally wrong to kill, even if the person is a criminal. Taking a life is fundamentally wrong. Second, it’s illegal. Our society has laws to determine the fate of criminals. The heroes shouldn’t have the power to jury, judge and execute since it leads to corruption and abuse of power. Third, we don’t want to escalate fights to the point where they become death matches."

Greg shook his head. “I am doing what needs to be done. I know killing is wrong. But how many more innocent people need to die? The PRT's incompetence has left this city infested with criminals. Apologies, condolences, and sweet words won’t bring the dead back to life. Brockton Bay doesn’t need cowards who are afraid to get their hands dirty. They need someone to show the villains their consequences.”

Battery asked, “How many people need to die on your crusade?”

“Look around you, people are dead because of your inaction,” Greg said. “Give Shawn’s son my condolences. It is truly a shame he died.”

Armsmaster opened his mouth, then closed it.

Tattletale has a smile that is predatory. "Oh, isn’t this spicy?”

Stingmon had a bad feeling, "Grue, I will pay you a million dollars to keep Tattletale's mouth shut. I don’t want to aggravate the heroes.”

Regent said without hesitation, “Double it.”

Stingmon nodded in agreement. “I will pay two million to keep Tattletale's mouth shut!”

Regent moved to stop Tattletale from talking.

Tattletale knee struck Regent in the balls and shouted, “Nothing will stop my monologue!”

Regent crumbled on the floor, covering his injured ball sack. Regent screamed in French, “Putain! PUTAIN!”

Tattletale said, "Armsmaster, you're hiding something, aren't you? Master here told the Director we were coming. I know the Director would tell you to wait for backup. It seems strange that the battle had already started before we all arrived. I could assume something happened to start it early. Or it could be someone. Let me tell you what happened, you attacked too early and got wiped. You were supposed to wait for these two clowns—Master and Bait to arrive. They had a plan to take down Lung easily and save the hostages. Because of your pride, you decided it would be better to charge into battle and now you have your ass kicked.”

Armsmaster said stiffly, “Stop speaking nonsense. You are twisting the facts. I had a plan to take down Lung!”

Tattletale had a wide smile and said, “Lol. Your plan wouldn’t have worked since you never once defeated Lung,” Tattletale pointed at Skitter. “Skitter defeated Lung the first time he was arrested. You!” Tattletale pointed an accusatory finger at Armsmaster and said, “Just stole her credit. That’s why these two clowns begged us to save your ungrateful asses. They needed Skitter’s power!”

A tense silence settled at the table.

Stingmon facepalmed, he was covering his face with his claw hand.

Greg blinked and said, “Oh wow.”

Photon Lady looked at Armsmaster with a fierce gaze and asked, “Is this true? My niece is in the hospital because you couldn’t wait for backup.”

Armsmaster asked, “Are you going to believe what a villain is sprouting?”

Tattletale said smugly, “You can ask the Director to verify everything I said. She would have told Armsmaster to wait for backup.”

Armsmaster drew his halberd and swung the razor-sharp blade toward Tattletale's head.

Clang.

Stingmon intercepted the strike, blocking the deadly blow with his stinger.

Tattletale wisely stepped back, distancing herself from the menacing weapon aimed at her.

The Undersiders prepared for battle. With the exception of Regent, who was clenching his injured genitalia and cheering for Armsmaster.

“Armsmaster!” Photon Lady said it in horror.

“Put your weapon away! What the hell are you doing?” Battery yelled.

Armsmaster growled. “She is obviously provoking me with lies and slander!”

Stingmon said, “We will be leaving now. Undersiders. Master. Let's go.”

Stingmon pushed Armsmaster's halberd back.

Regent whined, “But it was getting good! I might see Tattletale finally get her comeuppance! She broke my balls, man!”

Grue sighed and said. “Let's go before it becomes a battlefield.”

Greg and Stingmon with the Undersiders left the hero gathering.

No one noticed the Leet drone was filming everything. It's the camera's eyes adjusting and watching everyone's every action.

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♦Topic: Reona Mall Incident
In: Boards ► Boards ► News ► Brockton Bay

Bagrat (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Posted on April 26, 2011:

The Reona Mall incident saw Lung, the feared leader of the ABB gang, and his henchmen take control of the mall, trapping countless shoppers inside. The Protectorates Heroes quickly responded, aiming to free the hostages and defeat the gang. However, despite their best efforts, the Heroes were defeated by Lung and his gang. Master and Bait, along with the Undersiders, arrived unexpectedly. Their combined efforts defeated Lung and ended the conflict.

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► AllSeeingEye
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Ugh, Master and Bait again? I can't stand those two. Especially Master, he acts all smart and doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I swear he is basically falling backwards into success. I hate that! Bait is the brain behind the operations while this Master is a loser that can’t even tie his shoes. He's oblivious to everything around him and he’s far too trusting. Master needs to get his teeth knocked in!

► LovesChip
Replied on April 26, 2011:
This is serious. The situation at Reona Mall could have ended much worse if not for the intervention of the Master and Bait. The Protectorates Hero were losing badly until Master and Bait defeated Lung in a minute.

► Doggo
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Master and Bait I thought their group was called the The Jerkers of Brockton Bay?

► SpecificProtagonist
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Does anyone have Bait's number? Asking for a friend. 😏

► Call me daddy
Replied on April 26, 2011:
The PRT is a joke. They keep failing us. This incident proves it. The Jerkers of Brockton Bay are much better heroes.

► Velocity (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Dauntless died trying to save the hostages. He was a great hero.

► Winged_One
Replied on April 26, 2011:
My condolences. I am sure every hero did their best to save everyone.

► Clockblocker (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 26, 2011:
I am saying it here loud and clear. Master and Bait power are bullshit.

► WhiteSupreme
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Good riddance to that ABB. But let's be real, this is what happens when you let certain people run wild.

► HentaiDude
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Guys, I swear, Bait is a Digimon. Think about it! He is saying Digivolve!

► Skidmark
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Fuck, everything’s so fucked, but at least those ABB fuckers got what they deserved. Fuck yeah! Smoke weed everyday!!!

► FireStorm
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Dear God.

Master is actually a Doctor Who reference! The Master is a villainous Time Lord in the show!

Master claims he is a time traveler.

It all makes perfect sense!

► Fates Minion
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Wondering if the PRT are going to try to ally themselves or recruit Master and Bait. I am concerned about what an unrestrained Empire 88 might do without ABB gang. Empire 88 would try to conquer the city considering their position.

► L33T
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Check this out!

The Reona Mall incident featuring the battle between Protectorate Heroes versus Lung, the battle between Master team versus Lung and even an exclusive meeting between the Heroes and Master team.

All available for a small subscription fee!

► TheBigPickle
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Take my money!

► GloryGirl (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 26, 2011:
What is wrong with him!?! Amy is in the hospital because of this bullshit!

► Doggo
Replied on April 26, 2011:
Oh this is bad. Can we arrest a Hero for incompetence?

► Battery (Verified Cape)
Replied on April 26, 2011:
How did you get that footage?

► TinMother (Moderator)
Replied on April 26, 2011:
L33T enjoy your ban.

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In the Undersiders Hideout, Taylor was looking at the PHO forum. The video that Leet leaked made the Protectorates look like fools. Master and Bait with the Undersiders defeating Lung look anticlimactic.

As Taylor watched the footage of their encounter with the Protectorate heroes, she couldn't help but view it from an outsider's perspective. The dynamics ranged from comical at the start to downright contentious in the middle, culminating in a chaotic finale.

Predictably, Taylor surmised that the PRT would likely sweep the whole incident under the rug. Despite being hosted on the relatively popular Leet and Uber channels, the video wouldn't gain much traction, especially compared to the inexplicable phenomenon of Flappy Bird videos.

With a sigh, Taylor closed the PHO tab and navigated to a different corner of the internet—a piracy site harboring Earth Alpha anime shows. Armed with a pencil and notepad, she delved into the first episode of Digimon Adventure, determined to unravel the mysteries of these Digimon through meticulous note-taking.

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Taylor, Alec, Brian and Rachel were gathered around the table and had a pizza box pile.

Taylor's plate held a greasy pizza, which she diligently blotted with a napkin to absorb the excess oil, repeating the process twice more. Their pizza joint always seemed to drown their slices in oil.

Sitting next to Taylor was Alec, busy removing pepperoni from his pizza for some mysterious reason.

"Hey, Alec," Taylor said, leaning in. "Mind if I ask you something?"

Alec, still fussing with his slice, looked up and said, "Sure, shoot."

Taylor frowned, pointing at Alec's pizza. "I noticed you ordered pepperoni, but now you're taking it off. Why did you order a pizza with pepperoni if you were going to remove them anyway?"

Alec grinned. "Trust me, it tastes way better without it. I think it's all about that pepperoni oil flavor. Want to give it a try?" He offered her a slice.

Taylor eyed the slick surface of the pizza, feeling a twinge of concern that it might not sit well with her stomach. "No thanks," she declined politely.

As Taylor nibbled on her pizza, she couldn't help but think that maybe she should've gone for a salad instead. But then it dawned on her that she'd probably end up craving some fries to go with it anyway.

Rachel was feeding her dogs pizza under the table.

Taylor wondered if it was safe for the dogs to eat such greasy pizza. Wisely, she wasn’t going to say anything.

“Taylor,” Brian said, “Do you have any plans this weekend?”

Taylor briefly admired Brian's shirt, which seemed to be tight and showed off Brian’s developed muscles. Brian just finished working out and getting into shape and he looked....

“Taylor?” Brian said it again.

Taylor fumbled on what to say, "Oh, I don’t have any plans?”

Brian gave a smile. “I have a lot of furniture and boxes to move to my new apartment. Would you mind helping me?”

Taylor happily replied, “I like you. No, I mean, I like to help.”

“That was smooth as butter,” Alec said.

Taylor wished that her power would make her go invisible.

Brian chuckled and said, “Thank you, Taylor.”

Taylor was super relieved when Lisa arrived with her laptop to save her from embarrassing herself more.

“Alright people,” Lisa spoke, showing the rest of the Undersiders a chart on her laptop. “We have a golden opportunity to make ourselves the new face of Brockton Bay. All we need to do is risk fighting the Empire 88.”

The chart that Lisa showed had images of every known cape that Empire 88 had in their rouster. Kaiser was at the top, while Hookwolf, Purity and Krieg were on the second tier. While the other Empire capes were below them.

Taylor's eyes lingered on Purity and then at Kaiser. She started to remember Wormmon telling her that she would shoot Kaiser and Purity baby in the future.

Taylor raised her hand and asked, “Are we going to be killing by chance?”

"No, we are not killing anyone,” Grue answered. “We just need to win enough battles with Empire 88 to make them learn not to mess with us.”

Alec added, “We MIGHT kill some people by accident.”

Taylor asked, “So I might, by complete accident, kill a baby?”

“Honey,” Lisa said slowly. “In what kind of messed-up situation do you get into that you accidentally kill a baby?”

“I don’t know,” Taylor said in agony. “Master and Bait told me I’m going to kill Kaiser and Purity baby in the future.”

"Oh, you screwed the goat,” Alec said. “We are planning a gang war with Empire 88. It is almost poetic that you kill the gang leader's baby.”

Grue said calmly, “We will make sure our plans don't include killing any babies. Master and Bait seemed to be trying to change the future. We can change this one outcome.”

Taylor took a breath before nodding her head. “Ok, we can do this.”

Lisa said, "Great. Now back to the discussion. There are some steps we need to take before we become a gang. First, we need to boast our numbers.”

Alec cheered, "Sweet, we get minions!”

Taylor asked, “Are we recruiting Canary?”

Rachel growled and said, “I don’t want any more people on our team.”

Brian replied, “We know, but if we get a bigger pie, you can have a bigger slice.”

Rachel looked around the table. “I don’t see any pie.”

Lisa said, “It's a metaphor, with more members in our team, we can do more work and earn more money, meaning you get more money.”

“Okay,” Rachel said, folding her arms, “I still don’t like it.”

Lisa said, “We will try to recruit Canary. I would like to recruit a mercenary group for our cause. I will vet them to make sure they are trustworthy.”

Brian said, “Sounds good. Moving forward, who in the Empire 88 are we striking first? We need to get our name out.”

“Hookwolf,” Rachel said. “He has a dog fighting ring and I want to give him a beating.”

Brian said, “I am fine with taking down Hookwolf and saving the dogs? Everyone else in agreement?”

Lisa said, “I vote we do this. Ok, I will look for dog fighting rings in the city.”

Taylor said, “Saving innocent dogs from Hookwolf sounds great. Alright, let's take down Hookwolf.”

Alec said, “I like cats way more than dogs.”

Rachel growled.

Alec then said, “Just playing. I’m on board.”

Brian said, “We need a plan so we don't end up dead from Hookwolf. Let's figure this out.”

The Undersiders started making their plan against Hookwolf.

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon.

Wormmon and Greg were going to Boston.

Now that Lung was gone, there was nothing stopping the pair from going and saving Canary.

A package arrived, sitting innocently on the living room table. It was a package from R.O.B. to Tommy.

Wormmon and Greg were staring at the package curiously.

Wormmon said, “It would be nice if the criteria for being rewarded were explained to us.”

Digimental of Kindness was found in a game store.

Digimental of Courage was delivered to the house after sending Coil and having him arrested in New York.

Digimental of Knowledge was delivered after killing Oni Lee.

A new Digimental is now delivered after defeating Lung.

There was a pattern, but it doesn’t make sense that a Digimental wasn’t delivered after arresting Bakuda.

Greg opened that package.

A black and blue egg with a lightning horn was in the box.

Wormmon said, “That is the Digimental of Friendship.”

“Super good,” Greg touched on the Digimental of Friendship.

The Digimental of Friendship started floating in the air.

The Digimental of Friendship exploded with such blinding light that it whitened the entire room and spilled outside the apartment.

Wormmon was seeing visions of his old life.

Tommy remembered when he was 8 years old and was taking a nice nap. When he woke up, he was alone at home. It turned out that his parents and siblings went to a restaurant without him.

Tommy at age 10 watched the very first time he saw Dragon Ball. He would practice the Kamehameha. He used the hair dryer, blowing in his hair and going Super Saiyan.

Tommy, at age 12, was camping. As usual, his parents celebrated his younger and older siblings’s birthdays. When it was his turn to celebrate his birthday, his older brother and younger sister wanted to go camping, and he told his parents he hated camping. The family went camping.

Tommy, at age 14, is playing his brother's Kingdom Hearts game. Watching the characters get ice cream together. He was hoping one day he would have someone to share ice cream with.

Tommy, on his final day in high school, sat in his old cafeteria alone while everyone else was in cliche groups sharing their future hopes and dreams. He was eating alone.

The vision ended and Wormmon was now back in the present. He was standing in Greg's living room.

‘What hit me?’ Greg’s voice echoes in Wormmon's mind.

‘That was traumatizing!’ Wormmon's voice echoes in Greg’s mind.

Greg's lips formed an ‘O’ as he said, “Ooooohhhh. We got a telepathic link to talk to each other in our minds.” 😯.

‘Super awesome.’ Wormmon heard Greg telepathically speaking in his mind.

A piece of paper fluttered in the air and then landed in front of Wormmon.

Wormmon read the paper.

Bro. What happened?

From R.O.B.

Wormmon's eyes twitched dangerously. If the being that sent him to this world and sent him the Digimental of Friendship doesn’t know what's going on, then who the hell would know???

Wormmon was feeling a dark fowl mood. Seeing his past was upsetting. He came to a terrible realization as he viewed his past life. The loneliness was killing him. If he didn’t have the anime Dragon Ball to ease the pain...

Wormmon muttered a curse, “Fucking hell.”

Greg asked, “Are you okay?”

Wormmon responded, “I came to a realization and it isn't a good one... Let's forget about it. We need to head out to Boston and save Canary.”

Greg then asked, “What about the Digimental of Friendship?”

Wormmon answered, “We’ll try to do the new Digivolution outside. Maybe when we take a break on a road trip to Boston, we will find a place to try it. I don’t want to try Digievolve in your small apartment where everything can be destroyed.” Wormmon exhaled and said, “I have a feeling this new Digivolution is going to be very powerful.”

Greg asked, “So we are going now?”

Wormmon hesitated. “...I want to talk to mom before we go to Boston. Let's go meet her.”

“You mean Taylor?” Greg clarified, “We can call the Undersiders since we have their number now. We don’t need to physically meet them.”

Wormmon said, “I want to eat ice cream with mom. I am not... It will make me feel better.”

“Alright, can I come too?”

“Of course. Can you call mom?”

“Sure.”

Greg found the burner phone and called the Undersiders.

Brian answered the phone and said, “Hello Master. Why did you call us?”

Greg responded, “Bait, and I want to go eat ice cream with Taylor. Can you ask her to come?”

Brian paused to digest what Greg said, “You want to eat ice cream with Taylor? Why?”

Greg said, “Bait is sad and to cheer him up, he wants to eat ice cream with Taylor.”

Brian said, “Will you be with Bait and Taylor for their trip for ice cream?”

Greg replied, "Yes."

Brian asked, “As her teammate, I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I want to get some answers on what your relationship is with Taylor. Are you trying to date Taylor?”

Greg paused and said, “I wanted to in the past. The short answer is that I am NOT trying to swoon Taylor, it is very complicated, you know? At school, we were the bottom of the caste. I used to say we nerds needed to stick together. Looking back, I was pretty oblivious to how badly Taylor was getting bullied. From outside, it didn’t look bad, the bullies would gossip about Taylor or destroy her homework. Then Emma, one of the Taylor bullies, threatened me with making my life hell if I helped Taylor. Emma is scary, really scary when she wants to be. The locker incident happened, I wasn’t there, but I heard her screams. I was a bystander and I don’t know why I didn't help her that day or why I didn’t tell a teacher or call the police. I think about it a lot, my failure to help Taylor when she really, really needs it...”

Brian said, “I think you answered my question before you started your tangent... Let me ask Taylor.”

Greg waited and finally Brian said, “Taylor says she will go out for ice cream with you guys.”

Greg said, “Sweet.”

----

Miss Dairy Fantastic Ice Cream Shop was visited by three capes.

The ice cream worker, Ray didn’t bat an eye when Skitter, Master and Bait walked through the door.

Ray was behind the counter and Ray asked, “What do you want today?”

Skitter, Master and Bait were looking at the ice cream, trying to choose which flavor of ice cream they wanted.

Master picked the first one, “I will take vanilla with sprinkles.”

Bait made his choice, “Neopolitan for me.”

Skitter made her choice, “I will take the cotton candy ice cream.”

Ray diligently got the ice cream and gave it to the assembly of capes.

Ray was given a twenty-dollar tip, which he was thankful for.

----

Skitter, Master and Bait were watching an interesting site, Parian performing a show on the boardwalk.

Parian, using her power to animate cloth, created large, lifelike dolls of the animals. There were three large doll-cloth animals, a lion, owl and a monkey.

Parian announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, gather round for the tale of Leo the Lion, Ollie the Owl, and Momo the Monkey!"

With a wave of her hand, the lion sprang to life, its movements smooth and regal. It roared softly, drawing gasps and cheers from the audience. Next, the owl took flight, soaring over the children's heads before landing gently on the lion's back. The monkey, ever the entertainer, cartwheeled across the stage, eliciting giggles and laughter.

Some in the crowd saw the three assembled capes but didn’t try to approach them. Some took camera shots.

Skitter said, “I can’t believe no one recognizes me.”

Greg replied, “You’re not exactly famous.”

“So much has happened and changed,” Skitter said, looking at Wormmon. “Can I ask you something?”

Wormmon, with his bright eyes glimmering with curiosity, replied, “Sure, mom, go ahead and ask the question.” He licked his ice cream, savoring its sweetness more than ever in his Wormmon form.

“I watched Digimon Adventure, and now I have a better grasp of what a Digimon is,” Skitter said, her voice softening. “I think... when you came to me at school and asked me to be your partner, I wasn’t in a good place to trust anyone. I didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. Now I’m asking for another chance. Do you want to be my Digimon partner?”

Greg, his voice trembling with worry, interjected, “Bait buddy, you won’t abandon me, right?”

“I always wanted to be your Digimon partner, Skitter,” Wormmon said. “I’m so happy that you asked me. But I can’t abandon Master. We’ve been together for so long and gone through so much together.”

Greg breathed out in relief.

Skitter said in a sad tone, “That's unfortunate. I still regret not taking your initial offer. My bug powers aren't exactly what I had in mind. It would be great to have something simpler, like brute power, which is much more useful in a cape fight. I even dreamed of having the ability to fly. You know Glory Girl? I'm jealous of her for winning the power lottery. I'd love something with more offensive capability or something more heroic. Out of the millions of powers I could have gotten, I'm stuck with bugs.”

Wormmon said, “You know, mom, you can diversify the bugs you use. Like the Japanese hornet and bullet ants. You can even raise them on a farm. You can cover your insects with poison, such as cyanide. It is possible for you to speak through swarms and even create bug clones. Have I ever mentioned you are great at multitasking? You can set up booby traps with grenades or make the ground hazardous with caltrops and you can keep track of everything you use. Explore the internet and find interesting traps.”

“Fascinating,” Skitter said. “Do you ever have any other ideas?”

Greg said, “I don't like where this conversation is going.”

Wormmon nodded and said, “You are limiting your options with just bugs. I, for one, think you need to control an army of coconut crabs. They're about three feet long and weigh nine pounds. If you need money, you sell your silk or webs to Parian or others. You can milk deadly spiders and scorpions and sell the venom to pharmacies. It is also possible to remove certain parasites from people that can’t be killed by conventional medicine. Not to mention starting a bee farm and pollinating farmers' crops. Your power has a lot of options and the only thing limiting you is your imagination and creativity.”

Skitter said, “Your ideas have potential. I would love to have an army of large crabs.”

“What have you done?” Greg sighs and says, “I’m glad Bait didn’t leave me for you. You know he hunted down Allan Barnes and burned down his house.”

Skitter, horrified, exclaimed, “Why would he possibly do that?” She turned to Wormmon with an accusing stare and demanded, “Explain.”

“I’d do it again,” Wormmon said proudly. “I did it for love. I made sure to get Emma out of Brockton Bay, so she isn’t your problem anymore.”

Skitter sighed. “You can’t just burn down their house...”

Wormmon replied, “The bullies haven’t stopped tormenting you. Mom, I don't want to see you hurt. Please stop going to Winslow. Get a GDA, go homeschool, or even stop going to school. If I have to, I will burn Winslow to the ground.”

Greg raised his hand and said, “I’ll help.”

“Are you sure you two are heroes?” Skitter said, “I’ll... think about it. It will be costly to go to a private school. I will need to talk to my dad.”

Wormmon said, “We will cover the school fee. Mom, you are the most precious person in my life. I just don’t want you to be bullied anymore...”

“Hey, Skitter,” Greg said. “I will really burn down Winslow High School, not just because of Bait. I want to apologize. The day that locker incident happened, I’m sorry I didn’t help you.”

Greg bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I know my apology isn’t enough, but I really am sorry.”

“For evil to exist, good men do nothing.” Skitter shook her head. “If it makes you feel better, then I will accept your apology. I don’t think the Locker Incident was the worst day of my life. It was the day I went back to school and everyone was acting normal. The trio were still tormenting me. The teachers were still acting oblivious. The student body continued as if life were normal. It made me realize that I was worthless and nobody cared about me. Now that I am a cape, I feel like I’m worth something, that I have value.”

Greg said softly, “That’s not true. You do matter.”

Wormmon said, “I think Skitter is right,” shaking his head. “I was a nobody until I put on my mask. Figuratively speaking. My parents barely knew I existed. I didn’t have a close relationship with either of my siblings. I had zero friends. I had no one that cared about me in my old life...”

Greg shook his head. "Well, now you have friends that care about you. If either of you needs anything, I will help you.”

Wormmon said, “That means a lot. I know you would travel through hell for me.”

Skitter said, “Actions speak louder than words. I’ve been lied to a lot throughout my life, so your words mean little. I will be watching your actions.”

Greg said, "Yeah, I know, with all the millions of insect eyes.”

Parian’s play continues, and the three capes watch the story unfold.

---

POV Greg

Greg sat in the driver seat of the flowery van, glancing over at Wormmon, seated next to him.

“Ready to go to Boston to save Canary?” Greg asked.

Wormmon nodded. “Let’s go.”

With determination in his heart, Greg prepared for the four-hour trip to Boston.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg enjoyed the short four-hour trip to Boston from Maine much more than the long eight-hour trek to New York. The scenery along the way was diverse, with stretches of farmland, sometimes suburbs, and other times cityscapes.

Around the two-hour mark, Greg pulled over to a wooded area, parked the van, and stepped out to stretch his legs.

Wormmon hopped out of the van and said, “I just realized I could have carried you to Boston if I Digivolve to Stingmon. If I travel at a sonic speed and there are 350 miles from Brockton Bay to Boston, then it would take about 28 minutes.”

Greg lifted an eyebrow and said, “For sure, it will be faster. But you forgot some factors, it definitely won't be comfortable. Also, how are we going to bring Canary back with us?”

Wormmon answered, “Well…. I have two arms?”

“Your honor, I rest my case,” Greg said. “Do you want to try Armor Digivolving with Crest of Friendship?”

Wormmon said, "We might as well, let's see what surprises the new Armor Digivolving has in store for me.”

Greg went into the van and got a box. He opened the lid of the box and the Digimental of Friendship was nestled inside.

Greg touched the Digimental of Friendship, causing the Digimental of Friendship to emanate a light that was so intense that it hurt the eye just to stare at the Digimental of Friendship.

Greg held up the Digimental of Friendship toward Wormmon and he shouted, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Togemogumon!”

In the middle of the forest, the winter storm arrived with startling suddenness. One moment, the forest was serene, bathed in the soft light of an overcast day. The air grew thick with an icy chill that seemed to seep into every crevice.

The temperature plummeted rapidly, and the once earthy-smelling forest floor became rigid as the ground froze. Frost spread like a shimmering web across the underbrush, and a biting cold permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

Snowflakes started to fall, slowly at first, then more heavily, each one unique and crystalline, quickly accumulating into a thick, white blanket. The falling snow obscured vision, creating an almost surreal, dreamlike atmosphere where shapes and shadows loomed indistinctly.

Within a 30-mile radius, the grip of the cold tightened its hold, casting everything into a frosty embrace. A delicate layer of snowy ice coated every surface, from the outstretched branches of trees to the fur of animals and the man-made structures scattered throughout the landscape.

Greg was surrounded by a light completely unaffected by the sudden environmental change. Greg said in surprise, “Woah.”

In the heart of a swirling blue tornado stood Togemogumon. This Digimon resembled a blue hedgehog, with its back adorned with glistening scales of ice crystals.

Greg stared in horror and awe at the power and sight of Togemogumon.

Togemogumon eyes glowed a yellow color and he stared back at Greg.

—-

Greg and Wormmon continue to drive toward Boston after defrosting the van.

As they drove, Greg broke the silence. “That was something.”

Wormmon nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think I can use Armor Digivolution in the city. Far too much property damage.”

They continued in silence, but Greg could tell something was bothering Wormmon.

Five miles later, Greg turned on the radio. A news report came through, “The I-295 has been frozen—12 miles of icy roads, blocking...”

Greg switched off the radio and said, “Dude, there’s no other way to say this. I think you’re an Endbringer.”

Wormmon agreed. “Yeah, I’m actually considering fighting Eidolon and killing him early.”

“You want to stop the Endbringer battle before it even starts,” Greg said.

“Yeah… I think with this power, it’s possible. If I succeed in killing Eidolon early, no one would ever have to die from the Endbringers. We wouldn't lose another city if I killed Eidolon before the next Endbringer attack."

Greg grinned widely. “So, what’s the plan to save the world?”

Wormmon chuckled. “I don’t have one at the moment. But we’re getting closer to Boston. There are things I want to do there, like ask Accord some questions. I think you should meet Sveta.”

“Who?” Greg asked.

“Your friend Gstringgirl is Sveta. She’s a Case 53 and looks like a bunch of tentacles.”

“Oh,” Greg said, relieved. “I thought a middle-aged guy was catfishing me. At least I know she’s actually a girl.”

Wormmon continued, “In the original timeline, you wanted to get a picture of her and she declined. You stopped contacting her, thinking she was a dude. You were a real jerk since Sveta was a lonely girl and you cut her off.”

“That does sound like something I’d do,” Greg admitted. “Wow, I sound like an asshole? Sveta even helped me make Flappy Bird. I should share the profits with her.”

“That’s a good idea.” Wormmon nodded in approval. “Yeah, let’s meet Accord, Sveta, and save Canary.”

Greg nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds like a plan!”

Greg felt excited for Boston and everything that awaited them there.

—-

Greg and Wormmon had reached Boston and headed straight to the Ambassador Headquarters.

The Ambassador Headquarters was a towering skyscraper that looked brand new.

Wormmon was perched on Greg's shoulder as they approached the building.

Two men in impeccable business suits stood in front of the entrance. As soon as Master and Bait drew near, the men opened the glass doors in perfect synchronization and welcomed them inside.

A grand chandelier adorned the room, and at the secretary's desk sat a parahuman cape. It was Jacklight who possessed the power to create glowing orbs with space-warping effects.

Master and Bait approached the caped individual.

“Howdy,” Master said, tipping his cowboy toward Jacklight.

“How may I assist a gentleman such as yourself?” Jacklight inquired.

Master placed a letter and 5,000 dollars in neatly folded bills on the counter in front of Jacklight.

“I would like to purchase the Accords plan,” Master said.

Jacklight asked, “Could you please elaborate? What are the details and parameters of this plan?”

Master said, “Oh no. I mean, I want to buy a copy of the PLAN. The plan to solve world hunger.”

Jacklight paused, then picked up the letter from the counter. “May I have the privilege of reading this letter?”

Master sent a telepathic message to Bait, ‘Can this guy read the letter?’

Bait replied telepathically, ‘It should be fine. It will be open anyway before it even reaches Accord.’

Master replied to Jacklight, “Sure, go ahead and open the letter.”

Jacklight opened the letter and read the words written.

Dear Accord,

I would like to purchase the plan you made to solve world hunger for 5000 dollars.

From,
Master

Jacklight said, “I shall need to verify the spelling and grammar before I can forward this to Accord. Would you prefer to meet with Accord in person?”

Master replied, "Well, I feel like I will step on his toes and get myself killed. So I am going to have to decline.”

Jacklight responded, “Accord might wish to meet with you gentlemen. I believe you are Master and Bait, correct? Would it inconvenience you to wait in a room while I send your message to Accord?”

Master replied, “It shouldn’t be a problem.”

Jacklight nodded. “Very well. Please follow me, gentlemen.”

Jacklight led the way toward the elevator, with Master and Bait following closely behind.

----

The elevator doors opened, and Jacklight, Master and Bait stepped onto a floor adorned with elegant dresses and tailored suits.

A male and a female tailor stood before them.

Master, looking puzzled, asked, “What’s going on?”

Jacklight, with a courteous bow, explained, “Sir, you will need to change your attire. Accord values efficiency and professionalism. Should he choose to meet you, it would be best if you were dressed in attire that is presentable.”

Master sighed. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

The tailors approached and began taking Greg’s measurements with meticulous care.

To Greg’s surprise, they also measured Wormmon for a suit.

Soon, both Greg and Wormmon were dressed in suits that made them appear neat, tidy, and quite distinguished.

Jacklight clapped his hands together and said, “Splendid. Now, if you would kindly follow me, I shall show you to your room.”

----

The room Jacklight showed Master and Bait could rival 5-star hotel rooms.

Jacklight left Master and Bait, most likely to meet Accord.

Greg looked out the window at the skyline of Boston.

Greg layed on the comfy bed, enjoying some rest, while Wormmon watched DBZ on Greg’s phone.

Jacklight arrived back in 20 minutes with a book.

Jacklight said, “Please read at your leisure. Accord will like to meet you, but is busy with a task at the moment.”

Master took the document and Wormmon looked at the document with interest.

Jacklight then left.

Greg said, “So this is the plan to solve world hunger.” Greg expressed interest.

Wormmon said, "Yeah, I always wanted to read it.”

Greg opened the book and started reading.

Greg gave up on reading by the twentieth page. The book was difficult to read like it was written by a computer. It kept referring to other sections. Such a policy in the country will need to follow ‘A-F-5.’

Wormmon continued reading the book and absorbing the content; he was a Parahuman Worm reader. He was a masochist who read over a million words and enjoyed the content. Accord plan to solve world hunger wouldn’t stop him.

When Wormmon finished reading Accord's book to solve world hunger, he simply yawned.

Greg asked, “Done reading the book.”

Wormmon said, “Yeah, Accord needs someone to rewrite this entire thing to make it readable. I do have some thought and I get why the American government wouldn’t want to implement this plan.”

Greg asked, “Really? I thought solving world hunger was a noble aspiration.”

Wormmon replied, “Accord's plan to eradicate world hunger is based on the country's development ranking. The plan is divided into ten tiers, with Rank 1 representing highly developed countries and Rank 10 representing the least developed countries. Each tier has specific policies and strategies designed to address the root causes of hunger and promote sustainable development.”

Wormmon continues, “For Rank 1 countries, they will need to implement a Universal Basic Income to ensure that all citizens have the financial means to purchase food. Enact stringent laws to reduce food waste at both the corporate and individual levels. Encourage supermarkets and restaurants to donate surplus food to food banks. Implement bans or restrictions on foods with high environmental impact, such as avocados, to promote more sustainable food choices.”

Wormmon then said, "For countries ranked 10, they must first address the issues hindering their growth, such as war or corrupt politicians. They should invest in agricultural infrastructure to boost food production, establish school feeding programs to ensure children receive at least one nutritious meal per day, and initiate large-scale agricultural development projects. Additionally, investing in rural infrastructure, including roads, storage facilities, and marketplaces, is crucial to facilitating food distribution."

Greg said, “That sounds reasonable.”

Wormmon replied, "In my opinion, the USA cannot force other countries to follow these plans. Also, I think Accord presented the plan poorly. He starts by saying that ranked 10 countries need to overthrow their ruling bodies. However, part of the plan is useful, particularly the new laws and policies that need to be enforced in rank 1 countries."

Greg said, "So you're against avocados."

Wormmon responded, "Do you have any idea how much water and resources it takes to grow avocados?"

Greg said, "I like them on my chicken sandwiches."

Wormmon replied, "People like you are the reason we have a world hunger problem. Besides, I only fed you the watered-down version. There are a LOT of policies, laws, trade deals and alternative plans that are listed here. I only mentioned the easy to digest once.”

Jacklight returned, “Accord will like to meet you, gentleman.”

----

The Ambassadors stood behind Accord like bodyguards.

Accord sat behind a wooden desk.

Accord started speaking. "Master, I hope you are not here today to start a fight with me in my city. I've been analyzing the data, and it's clear that our ventures in Boston have had a significant impact. The city thrives with our contributions, benefiting from the multitude of clients we serve, the flourishing businesses we've established, and the jobs we've created."

Master replied, "Okay? So what do you want from me or what do you want to know?”

"I seek to understand your future plans," Accord replied, his tone precise.

Master replied, “I want to save the world.”

"You claim to want to save the world, but how do you intend to achieve such a lofty goal?"

Master replied, "My short-term plan is to kill the creator of the Endbringers. Which will deactivate the Endbringer and make sure the new Endbringer isn't created. Down the line, I am planning to open a portal to a parallel Earth using a combination of capes power. The parallel Earth will be uninhabited by the human race, so there is no need to worry about war. I will harvest resources on that parallel Earth to make this one more prosperous."

Accord absorbed the answer and leaned back. “Who is the person that created the Endbringer?”

Master replied, “That person is part of the same organization that your ambassadors received their powers from.”

“The way you phrase your answer both answers my questions and doesn’t,” Accord said.

Accord drummed his fingers on his desk and said. “This reminds me of a case I worked on a long time ago when I was still with Watchdog. There was a group of so-called heroes who targeted women and committed horrific acts against them. I'll leave the specifics to your imagination. The troubling part was that their histories, personalities, and motives didn’t align. The key question was identifying the ringleader. We discovered that the fallen heroes were addicted to power. If the addicted heroes were more cooperative, it would be much easier to find that mastermind before more damage was done. But alas, it was a struggle with so little information. We did track down the mastermind and arrest her. The mastermind was a cape we named Ingenue.”

Accord shook his head before saying, “When we arrested Ingenue, we examined her power, personality and history. We discovered she had the ability to boost a cape's power and as a side effect, other aspects of her power became uncontrollable. What my colleague and I didn’t disclose is that she could also break or second-trigger parahumans. Ingenue never fully explored her powers due to her lack of intelligence. Can you imagine an army of Second Trigger capes under the thrall of Ingenue? She was a psychopathic, misogynistic evil who deserved to be jailed for life. We decided to send her the Bird Cage and an aspect of her power buried.”

Master asked, “Why are you telling me this?”

Accord said, “You possess great power, much like Ingenue. Ingenue could have been a powerhouse and a pillar in this world if she had used her abilities more wisely or had been a kinder person. The problem wasn’t her power, which was immense; it was Ingenue herself. Just as a strong mind can make a weak power great, a weak mind can render a strong power ineffective. I wonder what kind of person you are and what you will be able to accomplish in the future. It is difficult to change the world, and I am interested if you can accomplish your goal.”

Master answered, “I will accomplish many great things. Watch me.”

"That is all the time I have for our talk. I need to end this meeting. Ensure you don't stir up trouble in my city, or there will be consequences."

Master nodded. "I understand."

Accord gestured to his Ambassadors, "Escort these two out of my building."

Jacklight promptly escorted Master and Bait out of the building.

—-
In front of the Boston Asylum were Master and Bait.

Master walked into the building and went toward the receptionist, who was an elderly nurse with the name Margaret.

Nurse Margaret asked, “Why are you here?”

Master replied, “I want to meet Sveta.”

Nurse Margaret, “What is the reason for you visiting her?”

“Just to talk,” Master said. “We are actually friends online.”

Nurse Margaret said, “Wait a minute.”

Nurse Margaret left.

Master and Bait waited two hours, sitting in the waiting room, drinking from a tiny water cup.

Nurse Margaret never returned.

Bastion, a Protectorate Hero, walked through the door.

Bastion power is capable of creating a variety of force fields and deflector fields.

Four other Protectorate Heroes followed after Bastion.

The Hero Spotlight. Wearing a yellow leotard with glitter and a yellow face mask.

Spotlight power uses light beams from her hands to highlight individuals. Getting hit by a light blast leaves you and the area surrounding you glowing white for 1 minute. Blasts are capable of knocking a grown man off balance. Can also fly.

The Hero Barber. He has highlighted hair and is wearing normal clothes with a bandana around his face.

Barber can use a blade to cut through anything inorganic. Likes to use an old-time barber's blade.

The Hero Snakebite. A woman wearing a scaly green snake suit. Carrying a whip on her hip.

Snakebite power puts venom into the end of anything she touches. Toxin is similar to rattlesnake venom.

The Hero Jugger. He wears red spandex with horns on his head. He looks like a red minotaur.

Jugger power was that when he runs in a straight line, he can't be knocked off course. A Brute.

Bastion is in front of Master and Bait, and he says, “What do you think you're doing?”

Master replies, "Well, I'm waiting for the nurse to allow me to meet my friend Sveta.”

Bastion growled out, "Boy, are you joking with me? This isn't Brockton Bay; this is my city. You are under arrest.”

Master replies, “Call the Boston Director; I would like to speak with him.”

Bastion laughed and said, “No. You're not talking away from this one. We have you surrounded.”

Master shrugged his shoulders and said, "Bait, I want you to beat the shit out of these jerks.”

Wormmon said, "Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

Stingmon said with flourish, “As you wish, my master!”

Bastion held his hands and made a shield.

Stingmon extended his stinger and slashed at the shield, breaking it into pieces.

Before Bastion could even do anything, Stingmon was in front of Bastion and backhanded Bastion in the face so hard that his head nearly went a full 180 degrees. Bastion crumbled to the floor, unconscious.

Snakebite swung her whip, covered in poison, and attacked Stingmon.

Barber ran toward Stingmon and aimed to slice Stingmon with his barber blade.

Stingmon was lazily blocked Snakebite whips and dodges Barber attack

Stingmon grabbed Barber's face, quickly moved, and grabbed Snakebite's face. Stingmon smashed Barber and Snakebite's heads together. He then smashed their heads together again, rendering the two heroes unconscious.

Jugger charged at Stingmon, fully using his power.

Stingmon roundhouse kicked the Jugger head, rendering him unconscious.

Spotlight hit Stingmon with her light beam.

Stingmon wasn’t even hurt, he just glowed.

Stingmon appeared in front of Spotlight and kicked her in the stomach. She launched back and rolled on the floor.

Spotlight threw up all the content in her stomach before succumbing to the pain and going unconscious.

Master says, “Now what?”

Stingmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon walks toward Master and says, “We can break into the Sveta room. Who is going to stop us?”

“That’s enough,” Nurse Margaret returned, shaking intensely. “You want to see Sveta correct? You won’t hurt or release her, right?”

Master replies, “You have my word.”

“Alright, follow me,” Nurse Margaret says.

----

POV Sveta

A sturdy, reinforced window split the room in two.

On one side, Sveta waited, her heart heavy with anticipation. She was nervously aware of the missing suit, broken during the last visit, leaving her feeling exposed.

Then, from the other side, a figure appeared—a cowboy-caped figure with a bug head, accompanied by a mutant caterpillar on his shoulder. Sveta instantly recognized them, Master and Bait.

With a cheerful wave, Master greeted, "Hey gamer girl!"

Sveta’s breath caught in her throat. "Voidcowboy?!" she managed to choke out.

"In the flesh," Master replied with a grin. "I had some business in Boston and thought I’d drop by to say hello. So, do you want to play TF2? I haven’t played in a while, and I’m super rusty."

Sveta hesitated, the weight of unspoken truths pressing on her. "Aren’t you going to ask why I lied to you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Master’s eyes softened. "You lied and didn’t tell me you’re a murderous tentacle waifu. I lied and didn’t tell you I’m a badass superhero who’s going to save the world. But none of that changes the fact that I still want to play video games with you, share hilarious videos, and explore the deeper meanings of life together," he said, matter-of-factly.

Tears welled up in Sveta’s eyes as she said, half-serious, half-sobbing, "You're an idiot."

Master smiled warmly. "Or I’m a genius. Do you remember the game you helped me create? I opened a bank account and deposited your share. I sent the bank details to your PHO account."

"What?" Sveta was stunned. She had helped make Flappy Bird, but she never imagined she would get paid for it.

A nurse entered the room, carrying a laptop. Master looked at Sveta expectantly. "So, how about it? Wanna play?"

Sveta's emotions swirled, a mix of joy and disbelief. She simply said, "...Yes."

Sveta didn’t know how, but Greg became a precious friend to her.

Greg would visit Sveta a few more days before Canary’s trial.

Chapter Text

POV Bakuda

Bakuda was having a wonderful time. She had access to all the tools needed to make her bombs. The laboratory was a Tinkers wet dream, equipped with cutting-edge technology and materials that allowed her to push the boundaries of her explosive designs. Bakuda thrived in this environment, her mind buzzing with ideas and possibilities.

One of Bakuda’s primary focuses was the examination of the different powers and abilities of other capes. The array of data she had access to was staggering. She studied their strengths and weaknesses, using this knowledge to craft some of the most dangerous bombs ever conceived. Each device was a work of art, tailored with precision to exploit the specific vulnerabilities of her potential targets. The power to manipulate and weaponize the abilities of others gave her a heady sense of control and superiority.

Working closely with Armsmaster, whose lab was conveniently situated right next to her own, added to heightening her skills. Their collaboration, though begrudging on her part, led to some fascinating innovations. Despite their differing approaches, there was a grudging respect that developed between them as they shared insights and competed silently to outdo each other.

Armsmaster had been in a somber mood lately, a shadow of his former self. Benched due to a recent blunder, he found himself confined to less glamorous duties. Now, his days were filled with maintaining and upgrading Tinkertech, analyzing field data, and tackling a backlog of projects for various Protectorate departments. Bakuda sometimes wondered if she was his warden, given how depressed he had become.

Yet, this idyllic situation came with its own constraints. Bakuda was under constant surveillance, monitored 24/7 by an array of cameras and sensors that tracked her every move. The ankle monitor she wore was a constant reminder of her captivity, a stark contrast to the freedom she craved. It was almost too bad that she was going to escape. The thrill of breaking free and outwitting those who thought they could contain her was an intoxicating prospect.

The wealth of data she had accumulated on other capes almost made her want to stay. The information was a goldmine—a treasure trove of potential that she had only begun to tap into. But alas, Bakuda was not someone who could be contained. Her spirit was too wild, and her genius was too unrestrained. The idea of breaking out, of once again being free to wreak havoc on her terms, was simply irresistible.

Bakuda ultimately realized she was unstoppable. She would escape, and when she did, she would take with her the knowledge and skills to become an even more formidable threat. The world outside awaited her, a canvas upon which she would paint her legacy of fire and destruction.

----

POV Skitter

Taylor had always disliked the Empire 88. Despite this, she could understand why some people supported them. They had been in Brockton Bay longer than she had been alive. After the fall of Kyushu, many Japanese immigrants moved to America, which caused resentment among the native residents of Brockton Bay who felt their jobs were being taken. The city's situation deteriorated, and Empire 88 blamed the new Japanese immigrants, scapegoating them for the problems.

At Winslow High School, anyone who spoke against the Empire 88, unless they were in a gang, risked being shanked. Minorities were frequent targets for beatings or worse. The worst part was that no one was taking action against Empire 88—not New Wave, the heroes, or even the police.

Taylor was nauseous that the city where she was raised and born was notorious for having the largest population of Nazi sympathizers.

Taylor and the rest of the Undersiders were watching in an alleyway as the Empire 88 were gathering in a building.

Taylor controlled several flies to go into the Empire 88 building to look to scout the building.

A crowd of skinheads with Nazi tattoos was surrounding a caged ring. Taylor felt no surprise as she recognized some of the gang members as her classmates, even knowing a few by name.

Taylor easily spotted dogs on the far wall that were in iron cages.

The dogs looked malnourished, and some were disfigured from fighting.

Tattletale was talking next to Taylor. "Hey, I noticed you haven’t been warming up to the gang idea.”

Taylor continued to observe the Empire 88 building, voicing her concerns, "The city doesn't need another gang. I'm afraid I might be contributing to the problem rather than solving it. It's hard to believe if this is the right path for me."

Tattletale posed a hypothetical question. "Let me ask you this, if you were a hero, what would you do?"

Taylor replied, "I'd take down villains and ensure the city is safe. Maybe patrol the streets and help elderly people cross the street."

Tattletale countered, "You can do all of that as a villain too. We target villains that even the Protectorate and PRT can't touch. You can patrol the streets, maintain safety, and if you wish, help the elderly cross the street. You can do all of this with our support. Imagine replacing the Empire 88 so you never have to worry about gangsters targeting you because of your skin color."

Taylor paused and considered what Tattletale was saying.

Grue interrupted Taylor musing, "Skitter, are you ready to start?”

“I've been waiting,” Taylor responded.

Grue nodded and said, “Begin the attack.”

A buzz filled the air as thousands of paper wasps swarmed into the air.

The paper wasps stinger was coated with bleach. Something extra to make it painful when it stung.

The paper wasps swarmed into the Empire 88 building.

The E88 gangsters were helpless as they were attacked by the paper wasp. Some pulled out their guns and tried to shoot the wasps in the air.

Hookwolf turned into a metal wolf and chomped at the wasp in annoyances.

Stormtiger appeared and started to use his wind powers to blow the paper wasps away.

Cricket made her appearance and used a sound-based attack and disorganized the paper wasps.

Skitter’s swarm was helpless.

Skitter said, “My wasps are down, Stormtiger and Cricket are in there.”

Tattletale frowned. “That’s just bad luck.”

Rachel said, “Then we hit them hard.”

The Undersider got on Rachel’s monstrous dogs and the dogs dashed toward the Empire 88 building.

Skitter gathered the flies, mosquitoes, moths, butterflies, and other flying insects and made a large swarm.

Skitter directed the red ants she had already planted inside the Empire 88 building to open the fuse box and flip the switch, cutting off the power.

The E88 gangsters and capes were surprised when the lights were cut off.

Rachel took the lead, using Brutus to charge forward and smash through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man in the commercials.

Brian, Tattletale, Skitter, and Regent got off their respectful dogs.

Hookwolf stormed forward in fury toward Rachel.

Rachel let out a sharp whistle, prompting her own dog and four others to rush into action against Hookwolf. In the ensuing clash, they met with a resounding crash. Together, the five dogs pushed back Hookwolf with sheer brute strength, though not without drawing blood, which only stoked Rachel's fury further.

The E88 gangsters were running away. Some of the brave once tried to stand up and pull their guns up. Skitter would attack them with her swarm.

Regent electrified a few gangsters.

Grue punched and kicked a few gangsters.

Skitter tried to have her swarm attack Cricket and Stormtiger. Cricket used her sound to disrupt the swarm. Stormtiger was blowing air, making the swarm dispersed.

Skitter sent all the red ants in the area to crawl into Stormtigers loose pants and attack his genitalia.

Stormtiger howled in agony. As he fought against the red ants in his pants.

Cricket was closing in fast on the Undersiders’s position.

Grue created a shroud of darkness and hurled it at Cricket, then moved to the right, out of her path.

Tattletale shouted, “Duck your head, Grue!”

Cricket emerged from the darkness, swinging her miniature scythe at Grue. He dove just in time, the blade whistling over his head.

Cricket swung her scythe again, but Regent used his power to make her stumble. She quickly regained her balance, but Grue managed to dodge the attack.

Skitter sent her swarm towards Cricket, readying her dagger and pepper spray as she charged.

Cricket unleashed a sound attack that scattered Skitter’s swarm. Undeterred, Skitter threw her dagger at Cricket’s chest and aimed the pepper spray at her face.

Cricket knocked the dagger out of the air and retreated, avoiding the pepper spray range.

Tattletale pulled out her gun and fired, hitting Cricket in the shoulder.

Cricket clutched her bleeding shoulder.

Grue said, “We need to retreat.”

Tattletale shouts, "Bitch, we are retreating!”

Hookwolf and Rachel's five dogs were locked in a fierce battle. At Rachel's whistle, all the dogs broke off and retreated to join the Undersiders.

Hookwolf screams, “Where do you think you're going?”

The Undersiders get on Rachel dogs.

Regent shouted loudly, "Hey, you wolf wannabe, we will be back to neuter you Hookwolf!”

The Undersiders run away through the same hole in the wall they created to enter the Empire 88 building.

Hookwolf, furious, runs after the Undersiders in his metal wolf form. “You can’t run away from me!”

The Undersiders were being chased by Hookwolf through the streets. They dashed into an old building with a large opening, having strategically taped grenades in specific locations inside the dilapidated structure. Exiting through the other end, they lured Hookwolf into the building.

As Hookwolf entered the dilapidated building, he shouted, "You can’t hide from me!"

Tattletale called out, “Do it now!”

Skitter used her red ants to pull the pins on the grenades. The explosions were triggered, causing the building to collapse.

Hookwolf shouted, “Nnnnoooo!” He tried to run to the exit but was too late as the debris fell on him, trapping him beneath concrete, brick, and other rubble.

Regent said, “I guess that building couldn’t hold it together anymore!”

Grue said, “Tattletale hit Regent.”

Tattletale hit Regent on the back of the head.

Regent said, “Worth it.”

The Undersiders return to the Empire 88 building with only an injured Cricket and Stormtiger left to face.

Cricket glared at the Undersiders as she held her injured shoulder, while Stormtiger stepped back.

Tattletale smiled and said, “Run.”

Cricket and Stormtiger fled.

Regent snorted and said, “What a letdown. They could have fought us until the bitter end.”

Grue said, “We can't take down too many Empire 88 capes too quickly. They will be after our blood. Let's get the dogs and get out here.”

Skitter said, “I am going to call the Protectorates to get the heroes to pick up Hookwolf.”

Tattletale said, “I guess I will find the keys to the dog cages. Maybe snoop around for anything interesting that catches my fancy.”

Regent said, "Well, I am going to stay here and look pretty. I believe I deserve a good long break carrying my team.”

Rachel was already moving toward the dog cages to release the dogs.

This was the beginning of the war between Empire 88 and the Undersiders.

Chapter Text

POV Canary

Canary felt like she was in a nightmare. The judge had sentenced her to the Birdcage. She felt her heart drop, and tears streamed down her face. She couldn't even scream with the muzzle clamped over her mouth. Brutal restraints bound her hands and feet, restricting her movement. All she could do was be dragged to prison.

She was placed into the police van and informed that she was being taken to the Boston Protectorate building, where Dragon would pick her up and send her to the Birdcage. Her life was essentially over.

The police van stopped abruptly, causing Canary to lose her balance where she was seated.

Gunshots rang out, and then there was silence.

The back door of the police van opened. A teenager dressed in cowboy attire with a fly head stood there, accompanied by a tall bug person.

The sunlight streaming in from behind gave the pair a dazzling aura.

The tall bug person extended a stinger and swiftly cut Canary’s muzzle before she could even react.

"I... I can talk now," Canary said hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"We are Master and Bait, the heroes here to save you," Master said, extending his hand toward Canary. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Canary hesitantly grabbed the offered hand.

----

The trip out of Boston was, luckily, uneventful. The heroes and police didn’t chase Master and Bait with the newly released Canary.

Greg was driving the van.

Wormmon and Canary were in the back seat of the van.

Canary was in a ball with her feet tucked into her and her head down her lap.

Wormmon asked in concern, “Are you alright, Canary?”

Canary looked up at Wormmon and exhaled tiredly as she said, “I don’t think I will ever be the same. My life is over, I can never go back on stage. My music career, which was flourishing, is now in ashes. The future I envision of standing on stage with an audience of millions of people chanting my name is gone. Because of one mistake...”

Wormmon got a paper bag with burgers and fries. “Why don’t you eat something and get some sleep? We got this for you. If you don’t like it, we can stop at a restaurant or a fast food joint for you to get something to eat.”

Canary took the offered paper bag with food and opened the bag. She slowly took out a fry and started to eat it.

Canary started crying and said, “It’s weird how I chew. They put me in the mask for so long that I hadn’t had solid food for weeks. Only through a straw could I slurp this disgusting smoothie. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was horrible. I thought I deserved it at first, since what I did was so horrible. And then I ask myself. Am I a good person? Did I deserve this? I thought of myself as a selfish bitch a lot. I don’t know what I am supposed to do!”

Wormmon said, “Everything is going to be okay.”

Canary ate the french fries while crying, her tears tasting salty.

----

Three hours had passed and they were getting closer to Brockton Bay.

Greg and Canary were in the front seats of the van, with old country music playing on the radio.

Canary asks, "What kind of music do you like, Greg?"

Greg responded, "I like anything that sounds good, but I lean towards pop songs."

Canary asks, "Do you like my singing?"

Greg responded, "I’m not really into rock."

Canary said, "I feel so alive on stage. Now that I’m a criminal, I wonder how I’m going to continue my music career."

Greg answers, "Maybe you could sing online, using a disguise."

Canary said, "That’s an option, but I don’t want to hide."

Wormmon in the back of the van then says, “Aren’t you going to ask where we are going? What are we planning to do with you?”

Canary responded, “You saved me from the Birdcage. I doubt whatever plans you have for me are worse fate than being trapped with criminals, which would do god knows what to me. You seem like harmless people.”

Greg laughed. "Yeah, we are super harmless.”

Wormmon responded, “We are planning to take you to the Undersiders, they are basically thieves that will keep you safe if you lend a hand from time to time.”

Canary sighed and said, “It sucks that I am basically forced to be a villain when I only wanted to sing on stage.”

Wormmon said, “Life can be a bitch sometimes.”

----

The van carrying Canary, Master and Bait entered Brockton Bay.

While Greg was driving to the Undersiders Hideout, a cape blocked the road.

Triumph was blocking the road with his motorcycle, the LeoRider.

Greg rolled down the window and screamed, "Hey, what’s the big idea?”

Triumph got off the motorcycle and a little girl in a raincoat who was riding in the back also got off.

Triumph walked up to Master with the little girl in the raincoat, following Triumph's steps.

"Hello, nice to see you again, Master and Bait,” Triumph said with a smile. “I will like you to meet our new Ward. Weather Girl.”

The Weather Girl is wearing an adorable outfit, perfect for a rainy day. She has on a bright yellow raincoat that reaches just above her knees, with big, shiny buttons down the front and a cute hood to keep her hair dry. Her raincoat has two large pockets where she keeps her hands warm. Complementing her raincoat, she is wearing matching yellow rain boots that come up to mid-calf, decorated with playful polka dots. Her cheerful ensemble is completed with a pair of colorful socks peeking out from the tops of her boots. A white dominos mask was on her face.

Greg looked at Weather Girl and instantly knew it was Dinah Alcott, the girl Greg and Wormmon saved from Coil who could predict the future and was sent to New York.

Greg cooed, "You look adorable."

Dinah's shoulder slumped. “I hate this outfit. Please let me join your team so I can escape the Wards...”

Greg said, “When you're 16 years old, sure, you can join my team. Right now, you're kind of young.”

Dinah said, “I hate my life...”

Triumph said, “I never got to say this. But thank you for taking down the ABB. They have been parasites in this city for too long.”

Greg said, “Your welcome, just doing my heroic duty.”

Triumph said, “I don’t know what you're planning, but I hope I can count on you to help us in the city. Director Piggot wants to meet you in person. But I think she will be happy to get a phone call, considering your action in Boston, you will probably be thrown in jail.”

Greg said, “I am not apologizing.”

Triumph chuckled and said, “I have some strong opinions on Canary’s case. Assault was, surprisingly, absolutely livid to learn that Canary was going to be sent to the Bird Cage. Battery couldn’t get Assault to shut up about the topic and then they were arguing intensely about the verdict like they were fighting a war. When we discovered you saved Canary from the Bird Cage, Assault was singing your praise to high heaven.”

Greg asked, “What’s your opinion on what we did?”

Triumph said, "Morally, it is questionable, but personally, I like it.”

Greg smiled and said, “That’s a relief. We will be going now.”

Triumph said, "Alright, you two. Have a nice day.”

Wormmon asked, “Aren't you going to attempt to arrest us?”

Triumph, “If anyone asks, you two fled and escaped.”

Greg tipped his hat at Triumph and said, "Thank you. It is nice to have a hero that isn't hostile toward us.”

Triumph and Dinah allowed Greg to continue his drive in peace.

----

The van with everyone inside reached the Undersiders Hideout.

As Canary, Master and Bait came out of the van.

They were immediately greeted by thousands of insects swarming in the sky.

Canary stepped back.

Wormmon was happy and waved his stumping hands at the flying swarm of bugs. “Hi mom! I’m back!”

Canary was side-eyeing Wormmon and the swarm of bugs.

“Hello Canary,” The voice of thousands of bugs spoke in unison, “I hope these two have been kind to you.”

“Oh. Well. Yes, ma’am,” Canary stuttered in fright.

“The Undersiders are coming down to meet you,” Skitter swarm said. “You don’t need to be informal, I am actually younger than you.”

Wormmon said to Greg, "Quick, we need to get her the gifts!”

Greg nodded, went to the van and pulled out a shopping bag.

The Undersiders arrived and the only member missing was Rachel.

Grue stepped forward with a handshake and said, "Hello, Canary, we are the Undersiders. I am the leader of these misfits and my cape name is Grue. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Canary said, “It is nice to meet you too.”

Canary handshaked Grue’s hand.

Wormmon said, “While I was in Boston, I brought back some gifts for you, Skitter.”

Greg handed the shopping bag to Skitter.

Skitter took the shopping bag while wondering what the gifts in the bag were.

Regent said, “Why don’t you show the rest of the class?”

Skitter reached into the bag and pulled out a snowglobe with an owl inside the globe.

“It’s nice,” Skitter said, being truthful, like owls. Skitter shaken the globe while watching the white snow fall.

Skitter put the globe into the shopping bag and pulled out another item from the bag.

It was a biker leather jacket.

Wormmon explained, “It will be cold, so I decided to get a jacket for you. Sorry if it doesn’t exactly fit.”

Grue said, “I like the design.”

Regent snorted, “Of course YOU liked the leather jacket.”

Skitter returned the leather jacket to the shopping bag and pulled out a metal tin box. The box label read Silver Tips Imperial Tea.

“Thank you for the tea,” Skitter said.

“Very expensive tea,” Regent said looking at Wormmon. “Where is my gift?”

“Now, now,” Tattletale said, grinning, “Bait has a special relationship with our dear Skitter.”

Grue asked, “Is it romantic?”

“No,” Wormmon, Greg, Tattletale and Skitter said in unison.

“It is embarrassing I want to tell you in private, away from prying ears,” Skitter confessed to Grue.

Tattletale moved toward Canary with a welcoming smile. Tattletale spoke gently, “Why don’t you come with me? I will get you settled in.”

Tattletale was guiding Canary away, with Regent and Skitter after them.

Grue stayed behind. “If it’s alright with you two, let's have a meeting. There's some stuff we need to hash out.

Wormmon said, “I have the perfect spot where we can have our meeting.”

----

POV Greg

Wormmon, Greg and Grue were standing in front of Miss Dairy Fantastic Ice Cream Shop.

The ice cream worker, Ray, said to Wormmon, “You want three scoops of neapolitan, correct?”

Wormmon said, "Yes, please.”

Greg said, “I will take vanilla with sprinkles.”

“I’m not ordering anything,” Grue said. “I can’t eat without removing my mask.”

Wormmon responded, “We will go somewhere that no one is around, pick your ice cream.”

Grue said, “I don’t want to reveal my identity to you guys.”

Wormmon said, “We already know your identity, I even know Alexander and Eidolon secret identities, so it doesn’t matter.”

Grue sighed and said, “I will take the strawberry.”

Ray quickly gave the orders to the capes.

Greg left a hundred-dollar tip to Ray.

----

Stingmon carried both Grue in his left hand and Greg in his right hand and flew to the top of a skyscraper.

Stingmon dropped Grue and Greg on top of a skyscraper.

Stingmon de-digivolve into Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “Gimme.”

Greg, who was holding the Neapolitan ice cream, handed it over to Wormmon, who started eating the ice cream with gusto.

Greg looked over at Brockton Bay. “Quite a view, huh. From this high up, people look like ants. Actually, this might be the highest I have ever been.”

Grue nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”

Grue hesitated and took off his mask.

Greg shrugged and took off his own fly mask.

Greg took a lick of his ice cream and then asked, “What do you want to ask me?”

“Do you want to join the Undersiders?” Brian asked.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. No.” Greg said. “I don’t want to go down the path of villainy.”

Brian said, “From where I am standing, there really isn’t much difference between what you are doing and what we are doing. We are both wanted by the PRT. We both normally break the law. We both do whatever we want, damn the consequences. Join the Undersiders and we will have you back.”

Greg responded, “Well... Hmm.” Greg thought for a moment.

Wormmon said, “Villains and vigilantes. Tomayto and Tomahto. The real reason we won’t join the Undersiders is because we will get you guys killed. We are planning to kill Eidolon to save the world from the Endbringers.I am all for helping out the Undersiders, but I don’t want you guys to be targeted by my enemies.”

Brian paused and said, “That’s a pretty good reason not to join us. So what are your plans regarding the Bay?”

Wormmon said, “The Empire is a problem, so we are going to get rid of them slowly.”

Brian said, “The Undersiders are growing, but we need time. Skitter has been breeding bugs, Lisa plans to recruit mercenaries, Bitch is training a new pack of dogs, and Regent is goofing off. Canary needs to settle in and we are going to have to get to know her too. Care to share your plans?”

Wormmon said, “I am not going to go hard against the Empire 88 capes, with some exceptions for the problematic capes. Purity, Menja and Fenja are a bad matchup against the Undersiders and really any hero in Brockton Bay. So they are going to be my focus and I want them in prison.”

Greg added, “We are also going after the unpowered Empire 88 gangsters. We are going to bust racism knee caps.”

The unpowered Empire 88 gangsters had a sudden chill up their spines.

Brian said, “Will you coordinate with the Undersiders with some of our plans? From what Tattletale told me, you have multiple different forms with different abilities. That could be helpful.”

Wormmon wanted the Undersiders to grow to be strong. He did love them, but they needed tough love to grow strong, not someone to hold their hands. Wormmon said, “I am not promising anything at the moment. We will see your plan and then decide.”

Brian said, “Okay. If you scratch our backs, we will scratch yours.”

Greg said, “This is the start of a beautiful relationship. Brother is arms, fighting against racism. Master and Bait with the Undersiders.”

Brian couldn’t help but hear, ‘M*stubate with the Undersiders.’ He nearly slapped his face to make sure his mind wasn’t going down the gutter. God, he hated hormones.

Brian said evenly, “I am going to finish my ice cream and we are going to part ways. It feels like I am in a different genre when I am around you two. While my life is filled with serious gritty reality, I feel your two lives are a comedy.”

Greg, Wormmon and Brian ate their ice cream and watched the view from the skyscraper.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg woke up in the comfort of his bed.

Greg was glad to be home. Living in a hotel in Boston was nice, but he was more comfortable in his room.

Greg checked on Uncle Bill, he opened the door to his room and saw he was dead asleep. Slowly, he closed the door.

Greg grabbed a bowl with a spoon and filled it with milk and froot loop cereal. For himself, he grabbed a Doctor Pepper can.

Greg went to his room, where Wormmon was waiting for him.

Wormmon was on the bed on the iPad.

Greg placed the cereal in front of Wormmon and sat in his gamer chair while opening the Doctor Pepper and taking a sip of his beverage.

Greg asked, “What's the plan, el amigo?”

Wormmon said, “We are going to prioritize killing Eidolon. The destruction of Empire 88 will be a side mission. As much as I want to tear the Empire 88 apart. We can defeat them after Eidolon. Since we only have about two weeks until the Leviathan battle.”

Greg said, “So what is the plan?”

Wormmon said, “Get in contact with Uber and Leet. I would like them to make me a custom Tinkertech. Maybe a teleportation Tinkertech to escape from battle, a power negation Tinkertech against other capes or a really strong weapon. I also want them to build a hacker device that will allow me to be on live television, exposing the truth and sending a message to the world.”

Greg asked, "Ooh, can I ask them to make something for me?”

“Sure.”

“Sweet,” Greg pumped his hand up. “You know, we never patrolled before. We always hit our enemies. Do you think we can patrol the streets? Sending a message to Uber and Leet will take minutes. We are going to need to wait until they get back to us.”

“Sure,” Wormmon said. “It would be nice to just do a normal patrol. Maybe I will get into an epic battle and gain a new Digivolution.”

----

Master and Bait did something that they had never done before.

Go on a patrol.

They were walking through Empire 88 territory.

Wormmon was on Greg's shoulder.

As they walked, the crowd would part for the pair.

It was 15 minutes and they didn't find any trouble.

The Wards arrived, Kid Win and Gallant.

Wormmon's disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined.

Wormmon pleaded, “Please tell me adult heroes are coming to try and arrest me and I can beat the shit out of them.”

Gallant tensed, "Well, no...”

Wormmon said, “I crave violence. I crave for more power. Maybe I’ll get a new Digivolution.”

Greg said, “Ignore him, he’s a little... Bloodthirsty. So, is there anything you want to ask me? I know a lot of things since I’m from the future.”

Kid Win was speaking into his earpiece so softly that Greg couldn’t hear.

Kid Win asked, “How far in the future are you from?”

Wormmon telepathic thoughts were said to Greg. ‘Two years.’

Greg repeated what Wormmon telepathically sent him and answered, “Two years.”

Kid Win asked, “What is the next major event that happens?”

Greg said, "Well, the next is probably the Leviathan attack. Hopefully, I can stop it from happening. Also in the near future, Mouse Protector is attacked by the Slaughterhouse Nine because her enemy Ravager set up a trap. Mouse Protector and Ravager will be fused together by Bonesaw. The monster Bonesaw created is called Murder Rat.”

Gallant said, “Jesus Christ.”

“How about I ask you some questions?” Greg said. “What exactly do the Wards do? I mean, I didn't see any major battles. You would think the PRT would have all hands-on-deck for everything that happened in the city. I think the Mayor was going to bring in the National Guard if I didn't step in and stop Bakuda.”

Gallant said, “Search and rescue.”

Kid Win said, “I helped disable some bombs.”

Gallant said, “We do a lot of public events. Such as giving tours of the PRT. Visit patients at hospitals and there are mandatory lessons. Such as laws and combat procedures. Make public appearances on talk shows, in schools and at other charity events. Some of us do voice acting for cartoon shows.”

Kid Win said, “We normally are not supposed to do anything too dangerous. Because of the youth guard, it is an organization that regulates the Ward and one of the rules that they enforce is that Ward aren’t allowed to fight dangerous villains.”

Gallant added, “The Youth Guard also makes sure we go to school. Make sure we are not overworked. Also, the PRT isn't mistreating us.”

Greg said, “The Youth Guard sounds like buzzkills. I feel like the heroes are not doing enough to help the Brockton Bay villain problem. It looks like the Wards are tied up by a lot of red tape.”

Kid Win snorted. There was a lot he wanted to invent but was unable to because it was dangerous. “You are preaching to the choir.”

Gallant said diplomatically, “Parents don't want us in danger.”

Greg said, “Sometimes parents are more of a detriment and cause of trauma. I mean, I know that Vista has a terrible home life and stays in the Wards quarters most of her days. I think I remember they caused her Trigger event. Why isn't the Youth Guard doing anything about that?”

Kid Win said intelligently, “Well uhmmm.”

Gallant said, “Youth Guard was made to protect Wards from the PRT. Not Wards from their parents.”

“Oh yeah! Gallant, you gave me a brilliant idea,” Greg said excitedly. “I should report to the CPS that Vista is being abused by her parents!”

Kid Win said hurriedly, “You shouldn’t! I mean, you don’t even know Vista's civilian identity.”

Greg said, “Missy Biron, right.”

Kid Win's shoulders slumped, and he put a hand on his face. “Of course the time travelers know. Kid Win you dumbass.”

Gallant said, “I am being informed that PRT will handle the issue. Don't file a report with the CPS.”

Wormmon said sarcastically, “I am sure they will do a wonderful job. Just like they handled Shadow Stalker or the time they handled the Mall incident.”

Greg said, “I will be going now. Oh right, Chris, your tinker tech specialty is modules. Dean, you're going to need to keep an eye on Amy.”

Gallant said, “What?”

Greg said, “I will love to elaborate. But I can’t trust the PRT with the info.”

Greg walked away from the Wards.

----

POV Wormmon.

Wormmon found Jim, the homeless man who had told him where the Coil base was located.

Jim was leaning against a wall with an empty tin box in front of him, meant to collect money but currently devoid of any.

“Hi Jim,” Wormmon greeted.

Jim smiled and tipped his hat. “Hello, bug.”

“How are you doing?” Wormmon asked.

“Well, all things considered, a lot more people are on the street because of the crazy bomber. Now Empire 88 is getting their heads swollen up after the ABB is gone. So, about the same.”

“I see. Even if one gang is gone, another takes its place.”

“In Brockton Bay, the world just gets a little harder. The Brockton Brigade imprisons Marquis, and now the ABB and E88 fill the void. I guess the heroes aren’t supposed to win, and when they do, it makes everything worse for everyone else.”

“Yeah, it does. Master, give this guy $5,000.”

Greg shrugged and said, “Alright.”

Jim protested, “You don’t have to give me so much. I’d be happy with a single dollar.”

Wormmon insisted, “Take it. You’ve helped Brockton Bay more than you realize. I’m starting to think that normal people can help me with the Empire 88 problem.”

Greg said, “You have a plan?”

Wormmon said, “I have a scheme.”

----

POV Detective John Baxter.

Detective Baxter walked to his car and found Master waiting in the parking lot.

Baxter had heard of Master. He’d seen the footage of the battle against Lung and remembered the warning about Bakuda's bombing. Master had an arrest warrant from the PRT and was considered a violent vigilante.

Master grinned with relief. “Finally! You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to leave the building? My legs are stiff from all this standing! I thought about emailing you, but you'd probably think it was a prank. I tried calling, but it goes to voicemail, and that’s full. Man, I was about to give up. But here you are! Hooray!”

In Baxter's mind, the mysterious cape evaporated, replaced by an immature teenager in a silly costume.

Baxter asked, “What do you want, Master?”

Master said, “I need information on Empire 88.”

Baxter asked, “What are you planning to do with them?”

Master calmly replied, “Remove them from the board.”

Baxter was reminded that the cape in front of him had been killed before. “Why did you pick me?”

He figured Master approached him for his years of detective work and his deep dive into the Empire 88 gangsters and their complicated network.

Master said, “Oh, because you're a black detective. There's no way you're part of Empire 88.”

Baxter was speechless.

Master pulled out an index card and handed it to Detective Baxter.

Master said, “That has my email address. Just so you know, we want to target the Empire's business and destroy their infrastructure. Without your help, we’ll be stuck beating up capes and normal gangsters on the streets.”

Baxter asked, “And why should I help you?”

Master shrugged and said, “It’ll be tough, but I’ll just find another detective to get the information I need.”

Master walked out of the parking lot.

Baxter knew he should tell the Police Chief. He looked at the card and decided to keep it.

----

POV Wormmon.

The Hero Base was coming along nicely.

They had a bed, an electric generator, canned food, a lot of water bottles, a small fridge, a really big TV, a poster of Bulma in a bikini on the wall and a wall of toilet paper. There was an assortment of food for Greg, and Froot Loops and milk for Wormmon.

There was also a safe with close to 100,000 dollar bills in it. They hid the safe behind a fake wall.

After unloading everything from Boston into the Heroic Base, Greg lay exhausted on the bed. Wormmon sat on a foldable metal chair.

Wormmon had a thought that he'd been pondering. He should reveal everything to Greg. He wouldn’t use the word Cauldron, maybe Shadow Government. He won’t use the word Vial with something else, like a smoothie. For Shard, he was going to use fairies. But he wanted to tell Greg the truth. He wanted to tell Greg what he was fighting for.

“Greg,” Wormmon said seriously. “We’ve known each other a long time. It’s about time I tell you about the future. I’m going to tell you everything. Damn the consequences. I trust you not to spill the secret to others, or you will be killed.”

Greg said, “Can it wait until morning?”

Wormmon said, “No. I’ve been keeping everything under wraps for too long. So get ready.”

Wormmon told Greg everything.

Taylor facing Lung. Taylor robbing a bank. Taylor facing Bakuda. Taylor discovered Dinah and Coil. Taylor fighting Leviathan. Taylor fighting the Slaughterhouse 9. Taylor fighting Coil. Taylor fighting Echidna. Taylor fighting Alexandria. Taylor fighting Behemoth. Taylor fighting the Slaughterhouse 9000. Taylor fighting Scion.

Wormmon couldn’t help but gush over Taylor’s bravery throughout the entire story.

Everything was revealed, including the most important parts: Scion’s weakness, the origins of Case 53, the origin of powers, Cauldron’s experiments with the powers, and the rise and fall of Khepri.

Greg muttered, “That’s a lot to take in. The world is really going down the toilet.”

Wormmon said, “Yeah, it is... Do you believe me?”

Greg said, “Of course I believe you. You’re my best friend.”

Wormmon felt deeply touched.

Wormmon began to radiate with a soft, ethereal light. A warm wind arose, stirring the air with a sense of imminent transformation.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon warp Digivolve to Jewelbeemon!”

Jewelbeemon stood as a twenty-foot-tall insect warrior with a spear, resembling a green jewel beetle emitting rainbow shimmers.

Greg gushed, “Wow! You look super cool.”

Jewelbeemon looked at his hand and clenched it, feeling the strength of his Ultimate Digivolution. He spoke with sincerity, “Greg, thank you for being my partner.”

Greg replied with a grin, “El amigo, we’re going to change the world.”

Chapter Text

POV Greg.

Greg was in his room doing research on Uber and Leet. In particular, he was interested in the Tinkertech they had.

Greg had started studying or watching Uber and Leet channel. It turns out that they had 701 videos. Which was a staggering amount to comb through. Most of them are Uber and Leet playing games. The videos of them committing crimes are a low thirty-three.

Greg forced himself to write down every Tinkertech that Uber and Leet used. He carefully wrote them down and made a spreadsheet. It was only when he reached the twenty-seventh number that he discovered that there was a forum that was keeping track of all of Leet’s Tinkertech devices. It even had some that didn't mention any video because the crime wasn’t posted on the channel.

Greg felt a deep amount of annoyance after learning that all his work was pointless.

The list of Tinkertechs that Leet created.

Lightsaber from Star Wars.

Warp Pipe from Mario.

Master Sword from Legend of Zelda.

Cardboard Box from Metal Gear Solid.

Spray Paint from Grand Theft Auto.

Egg Mobile from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Pokeballs from Pokemon.

Pickaxe from Minecraft.

A message was sent, distracting Greg from reading the rest of the list.

Greg got a message from Uber and Leet wanting to meet up.

Greg smiled, he knew that money was a good incentive.

Greg turned to Wormmon.

Wormmon was on his bed on the tablet and watching Dragon Ball Z.

Greg said, “Uber and Leet contacted me. They want to meet up.”

Wormmon rubbed his stubs together and said, “Excellent, everything's going as planned.”

----

Brockton Bay Arcade. It was supposed to be an abandoned arcade. However, as soon as Master and Bait stepped inside, they were met with a surprising sight: the arcade was fully operational, with all the machines up and running. The sounds of beeps and catchphrases from the games created a noisy backdrop.

Mario and Luigi greeted them.

Mario, who was clearly Leet, gave a dramatic bow and said, “I’m Leet.”

Luigi, who was clearly Uber, flexed his muscles and said, “I’m Uber.”

“We are Uber and Leet.” The pair said it at the same time.

Greg tipped his cowboy hat and said, “Howdy, I’m Master. Someone from the future.”

Wormmon, who was on Greg's shoulder, said, “I am Bait. The Fourth Endbringer.”

Uber whistled, “We have a comedian here.”

Wormmon replied, “I recommend you buy warm coats, coal, wood, oil and other flammable materials. My Endbringer transformation will bring a winter apocalypse to the city.”

Leet grinned. "You're not an Endbringer, but close enough. You're a Digimon, aren't you?"

Wormmon was surprised. “Your correct, how did you figure it out?”

Leet replied, “I was actually a Digimon fan. I dive deep into lore and all the material I’m interested in. Especially if I am going to make an Episode of it. I discovered there was going to be a sequel to Digimon Adventure. It was going to be called Digimon Adventure 02. I dug through the internet and you know what I found. A sketch of you and some of your other forms.”

Wormmon clapped his stub and said, “Impressive.”

Leet puffed his chest. “I know.”

Uber asked, "Leet's has been running his mouth off about Digimon. I am going to have to ask. Have you reached Mega Digivolutions?”

Wormmon said, “Not yet. I reached Ultimate Digivolutions.”

Uber said, “That’s great.”

Leet said, “We can probably stop the Endbringers if you reach Mega Digivolutions.”

Greg said, “Digimon works on friendship beats everything. I believe we will get there in time.”

Wormmon said, “Before we get sidetracked, I would like to hire you, Leet to build me some Tinkertech. I am interested in teleportation devices. I also want a device that can turn off Parahuman powers. I wouldn’t mind a weapon. Finally, something to hack into TV and computers to allow me to broadcast a live video on every medium and spread across the United States of America.”

Greg said, “I want a titanium baseball bat.”

Leet said, “Hold your horses, I am not a genie. First, teleportation Tinkertech is possible but dangerous with my power. You can get ripped apart atom by atom if it doesn't work right. A Parahuman negation Tinkertech that turns off power sounds possible, but I don’t know enough about powers to build a safe one. A weapon, sure, give me more details. Finally, you want to broadcast to everyone in the United States of America. We can hack into the Endbringer Emergency System and have your video played on every TV in the United States of America.”

Wormmon said in excitement, “Awesome, how much does the nationwide broadcast Tinkertech cost!?!”

Leet held up five fingers. “Five million.”

Greg said, “What!”

Wormmon said, “We will get you the money. We will transfer 100,000 dollars to your account and then get the rest for you later.”

Leet said, “Deal.”

Leet gave Greg a handshake gesture.

Greg hesitantly handshaked Leet. 🤝

Greg telepathically said, ‘How are we going to get 5 million dollars?! We don’t have that much in our bank accounts!’

Wormmon telepathically responded, ‘I have a scheme.’

Uber said, “Hey, do you guys want to join us on game night? We are hosting with some other gamers.”

Greg said, "Oh, we are not interested.”

Uber said, “That’s too bad. We are going to play Dragon Ball Z: Tenkaichi Tag Team.”

Wormmon said seriously, “We will be there if it is the last thing I do.”

“Okay then...” Greg said, “I would like to acquire a titanium baseball bat and some of your old Tinkertech devices, Leet. Is it fine if we negotiate for the Tinkertech devices?”

Leet said, “I can create a titanium baseball bat really fast. What Tinkertech device do you want? Remember, my tech isn’t reliable.”

Greg listed the Tinkertech devices. Leet agreed.

----

POV Wormmon.

Greg, Wormmon, Uber and Leet were in a basement.

There were four cushions on the ground and four large TVs mounted on the wall.

Leet and Uber set up a desk with a computer and other gaming items on it.

Leet was in front of the camera.

Leet said, “Hello everyone. We are in the Uber and Leet man cave with the Jerkers of Brockton Bay.”

Greg gave a wave and said, “Howdy.”

Wormmon gave a nod.

Leet pushed a button on his computer. The Dragon Ball Z game was starting.

Leet said, “We will be playing Dragon Ball Z: Tenkaichi Tag Team. I modified the game so 10 people can play at the same time. The other gamer will be joining soon.”

Master and Bait were given a single game controller to participate in the game. It turned out that Leet and Uber game sessions were really popular, so they both couldn’t play.

Wormmon turned to Greg. “Hey Master, can I have a game controller? I want to try something.”

Greg shrugged his shoulders and handed the game controller to Wormmon.

Wormmon digitized into the game computer. Wormmon was going into the Dragon Ball Z: Tenkaichi Tag Team game.

----

Wormmon opened his eyes and he was on Planet Namek. Wormmon realized he had successfully entered the Dragon Ball Z: Tenkaichi Tag Team video game.

Wormmon felt the grass on his skin. He saw the green skies.

Wormmon was a cool pickle; he definitely wasn’t freaking the hell out. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Wormmon was leaping in joy. He started running in a circle. He then started to roll on the grass.

A female voice announced, “Entering Player PewDiepie.”

Goku appeared in front of Wormmon and said, “I play video games that I love, and I share those moments.”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Ninja.”

Vegeta appeared and said, “I can 100 percent complete at the top level in every game that I play.”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Caseoh.”

The Fat Buu or the Good Buu appeared. “Who in the chat said that Buu looks identical to me?! Banned!”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Markiplier.”

Future Trunk appeared and said, “I'm a brave boy!”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Matpat.”

Perfect Cell appeared. “I have a theory! A game theory!”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Jacksepticeye.”

Piccolo appeared, “Top of the mornin' to ya laddies!”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Ryukahr.”

Kid Gohan appeared, “Hopefully this won't turn out to be hot garbage.”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Leet.”

Android 17 appeared, “I don't make mistakes in games.”

A female voice announced, “Entering Player Uber.”

Android 18 appeared, “I'm sexy and I know it.”

Wormmon was in front of what appeared to be many iconic Dragon Ball Z characters. He started crying waterfalls of tears. “This is beautiful.” T__T.

Wormmon shouted, “Wormmon Warp Digivolve to JewelBeemon!”

Wormmon glowed an intense light and Digivolved to JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon didn’t waste time and attacked. His joy was over 9000.

It was a battle of epic proportions.

----

POV Greg

Leet lost the battle.

Leet turned to Master and asked, “What the hell is going on?” Leet asked, pointing at the screen.

Jewelbeemon was fighting against Dragon Ball Z characters on the screen.

Jewelbeemon looked to be having the time of his life.

Greg smiled and said, “Digimon shenanigans.”

Chapter Text

POV Greg.

Greg was entering the Forsberg Gallery looking for people to sponsor the vigilante duo of Master and Bait. Wormmon was on his shoulders and he was carrying a pamphlet with information about how to donate to their heroic cause.

The doorman tried to stop the vigilante duo. “Wait, you can’t enter.”

Greg asked, “Why not? I am pretty sure they are celebrating the defeat of ABB. I was the one who defeated them.”

The doorman said, “You're not on the list.”

Greg asked, “Are you going to make the strongest vigilante duo in the city your enemy?”

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and digivolved into Stingmon.

Stingmon said. “I've been itching to stab something.”

Stingmon extended his stinger.

Doorman quickly said, “You can go right ahead.”

Greg and Stingmon walked through the door.

----

The fundraiser had many dining tables and a stage. All the tables were occupied by people.

Greg spotted the heroes, the Protectorates, Wards and New Wave. Greg ignored them, they weren't his target.

Greg went to the rich-dressed couple and handed them a brochure.

"Hello, we are Master and Bait, a vigilante duo that is saving Brockton Bay. Please donate to us.”

“Okay?” The man seemed to hesitate a bit before taking the brochure.

Greg smiled and continued to find other patrons.

After six more couples were given brochures, he moved on to his target.

Greg was in front of Max Anders, who was sitting with two hot twins.

Greg left a note in the brochure and handed it to Max Anders.

Greg said, “I hope you donate to us, Max.”

Max replied, “Maybe I will. I like the work you did with the ABB.”

Greg continued to the next person. The note that Greg left in the brochure for Max Anders said the following.

Send five millions dollars to this bank account by the end of day or we reveal your identity Kaiser. ^__^.

Greg felt good about extorting the leader of Empire 88.

Greg continues to hand out brochures to the rich people in Brockton Bay.

Greg was interrupted by Triumph and Brandish.

Brandish said in an accusatory tone, “What do you think you're doing?”

Greg replied, “Handing out brochures to donate to our vigilante cause.”

Triumph said, "Well, you can join the Ward, I am sure we can fund you. Actually, give me one of those brochures and I will give you a donation.”

Greg perked up and handed a brochure to Triumph and said, “You are a true hero.”

“What are you doing? Triumph, these two are criminals!” Brandish said, “You're two going to have to leave. You're making the other guest uncomfortable.”

Stingmon scratched his face. “Are you picking a fight with Master? I don’t think you know who you are dealing with. He knows where the bodies are buried. If you understand what I’m saying.”

Greg said, “I am a time traveler. You have no idea who you're messing with.”

Brandish said, “Your a violent vigilante. You burned down my colleague's house. Why don't you do all of us a favor and leave? I can definitely make you leave by force.”

‘Wormmon, can you have a juicy secret?’ Greg telepathically asked Wormmon.

‘Well I found out some spoilers-.’ Wormmon telepathically replies.

Greg smiled and took out a pen. He wrote something inside the brochures for Brandish. He gave the brochure to Brandish.

“What is this?” Brandish asked.

“A secret that you don't want to be revealed. Read what’s inside, don't read it out loud or you will regret it,” Greg said.

Brandish opened her brochure and read the secret left by Greg.

Written in ink. Victoria's biological father is Neil.

“This is untrue,” Brandish growled out. “How would you even know?”

Greg said, “My power is literally time-traveling. Anyway, you can waddle away. If you keep a man away from his livelihood, you're going to regret it.”

Brandish growled and said, “I should arrest you.”

Greg replied, “I know where the bodies are buried. Do you want everyone else to know?”

Brandish became very aware that everyone was looking at them.

Triumph said, “If you are going to simply pass out brochures, go ahead. Please don’t cause any trouble.”

Brandish said, "You’re going to let him go!?”

Triumph said in confusion, “I thought you were going to arrest him? No one is stopping you.”

Brandish glared at Greg with absolute hatred. Greg gave a friendly wave. 👋.

Brandish gritted her teeth and stalked off.

Triumph asked, “I have never seen that stubborn woman back down so fast in my entire career. You nearly traumatized our Wards the last time you revealed information about the future. The secret you revealed has to be something really really really terrible.”

Greg said, “On a scale from one to ten, it would be a fifthteen... Do you wanna know?”

Triumph took a deep breath and said, “I do want to know the juicy secret. But it will be terrible that I can't share it with anyone. Some things are best left buried.”

Triumph walked away in a hurry.

Stingmon said, “He is a very wise hero.”

Greg started handing out more brochures.

----

Greg and Wormmon were patrolling Empire territory.

A ding was heard from Greg's phone. He checked the phone and was pleasantly surprised that someone had donated to him. It was a message saying an anonymous person had donated five million dollars to their temporary bank account.

Greg said, “It looked like Kaiser just donated five million to us.”

Wormmon said, “The other rich patrons also gave us a generous amount of money. I am going to have to thank Triumph, he donated like $50,000 to our banking account.”

Greg and Wormmon continue to search through Empire territory in a happier mood. To their disappointment, they didn’t find any gangsters to fight. The gangsters would take one look at Master and Bait and run in the other direction or hide.

Greg said, “Can we find some gangsters to fight? It might be better to use Searchmon to locate them.”

“It slipped my mind that I could do that. I have four Digivolutions, and I am already losing track of them.” Wormmon said, “Let's do it! It's a great idea!”

Greg said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Searchmon!”

Wormmon glowed and digivolved to Searchmon.

Searchmon started to detect all the sounds in the area, visualizing a block of the city in a wireframe model. He heard cars moving, babies crying, and various types of music and other sounds.

Searchmon saw a kid being chased by a large group of people carrying weapons.

Searchmon exclaimed, “Someone is being attacked! Get on my back, and let's go save them!”

Greg climbed onto Searchmon’s back, which felt like sitting on a metal disk.

Greg shouted, “Let’s go! Yeehaw!”

Searchmon leaped high like a grasshopper and landed on a building rooftop.

Searchmon jumped from one building to another as Greg yelled, “Yeehaw!”

Searchmon landed where a group of Empire 88 gangsters were chasing an Asian kid.

The Empire 88 gangsters saw Searchmon and yelled, “Cape!”

The Empire 88 gangsters readied their weapons.

Greg jumped off Searchmon and landed on the ground.

Searchmon attacked with a sound blast. “Jamming Hertz.”

“Ahhgh,” the Empire 88 gangsters screamed as they collapsed to the ground, feeling the sound blast echo through their bodies.

Greg turned to the Asian kid they had saved from the Empire 88 gangsters and said, “Get out of here.”

The Asian kid replied, “Arigato.” Then he ran away from the scene.

Greg approached the groaning Empire 88 gangster, clasping his hands together as if in prayer. “My grandma always said the best way to beat racism and hatred is with kindness and love. It’s not too late to change your ways.”

A gangster with a shaved head and a Nazi tattoo on his face, wearing a white wife-beater and ripped jeans, shouted, “You’re a faggot! I hope you choke on a dick!”

Greg sighed sadly. “I have much work to do.” He pulled out his titanium baseball bat. “This bat is called Kindness! I believe in tough love! I am going to beat racism with Kindness and a whole boatload of tough love!”

Greg moved forward and swung the bat, smashing into the legs of the racist gangster.

“AAAHHH! YOU BASTARD!” the gangster yelled. “You’re trying to kill me!”

“Grandma always said to beat your enemies with Kindness!” Greg yelled, smashing Kindness into another gangster’s legs.

Some of the Empire 88 gangsters tried to escape.

Searchmon attacked with a sound blast. “Jamming Hertz.”

The gangsters were knocked down.

The gangsters looked at Greg with horror, screaming for mercy.

“Wait, we surrender!”

“The Empire is going to make you pay!”

“You’re a hero! You can’t do this!”

“Mother fuckers, stop hitting our legs!”

Greg screamed with determination. “I’m going to beat the racism out of you!”

The screams of the Empire 88 gangsters were proof his method was working for Greg. Men learn through pain and suffering. Greg was going to make these gangsters very wise.

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POV Miss Militia.

Miss Militia was in her new office.

Miss Militia was in a wheelchair as she was still recovering from the battle with Lung, who nearly burned her legs off. Unfortunately, Panacea was still in a coma, so healing wasn’t possible. You only truly appreciate things when they're gone. Miss Militia had to heal the old-fashioned way.

Miss Militia was looking over the transcripts of the Wards and Master conversations. As the temporary new Leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorates. Miss Militia felt terrible about her promotions. She was soldier in heart and not a leader.

Most of the Brockton Bay Protectorates were injured, with the exception being Battery, Armsmaster, Velocity and Triumph.

Armsmaster was put off active duty because Leet's video was leaked all over the internet. Piggot was working extra hard to cover everything up.

Brockton Bay needed more heroes. The only ones left to defend the city were New Wave and the Jerkers of Brockton Bay. The former is questionable if they are heroes.

Master and Bait, or as the PHO likes to call them, the Jerkers of Brockton Bay, were dangerous. They took down a team of Boston Protectorate capes without issue. Their list of crimes were growing larger and larger. Including massive property damage, release a criminal headed for the Bird Cage, viciously attacking gangsters and burning down buildings and not to forget all the deaths they caused.

Miss Militia had a lot on her plate as the new leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorates.

Dealing with the aftermath of the Reona Mall Incident. Which includes all the deaths from the battle, including mostly innocent citizens. Arranging for the funeral for Dauntless death. It was a tragedy that such a bright hero died much too early.

Looking over reports on crimes from Empire 88 and other parahuman gangs. The Undersiders were getting more active. The Merchant were trying to claim territory. There were worries that new parahumans might move into the town.

She also had to allocate money to Kid Win’s project since he discovered his Tinkertech specialty. It was good that Kid Win's specialty was discovered. Kid Win was now in his growth period of Tinkertech development. Miss Militia and everyone else were looking forward to what Kid Win was going to create.

A new Ward was also added to Brockton Bay. Weather Girl, the new Ward, could predict the future if she asked a question and could return the percentages. She was too young to be out of the field and there was talk to put on her news stations as a guest to predict the weather.

The only good news is that Dragon transported Hookwolf to the Birdcage as soon as he was captured underneath rubble from the battle against the Undersiders.

The most important task that Miss Militia had to do was make sure that Mouse Protector didn’t fall into the hands of Slaughterhouse 9.

Miss Militia even asks Weather Girl a question about the chances of Mouse Protector being captured by the Slaughterhouse 9. Weather Girl answers that there was a 96.97 percent chance Mouse Protector was going to be captured.

As much trouble the Mouse Protector gave her. She was still a friend and a good hero.

Miss Militia made a call to Mouse Protector.

Mouse Protector said, "Hello, MM how are you doing?”

Miss Militia said, “It is good that you are alive. I’m calling because two Thinkers have predicted that you will be captured by Slaughterhouse 9. Ravager seems to be the mastermind behind the plan.”

Mouse Protector said, "Oh, really? Thanks for the heads-up. Now I feel bad for that prank I did.”

Miss Militia said in exasperation, “What did you do?”

Mouse Protector said, "Well, I told everyone you were a hermaphrodite.”

Miss Militia said in shock, “You did what!?”

Mouse Protector said, “See ya later, MM. Love you.”

Miss Militia had recalled that she had boy trouble when she was younger and confined to Mouse Protector because of her problems. Being beautiful was really a problem. Then Mouse Protector had a shit-eating grin on her face and said she would take care of it.

It looks like that mystery has been solved.

Miss Militia now wondered how she should examine her relationship with Chevalier.

Deputy Director Renick walked into Miss Militia's office and said, “We have a serious problem.”

“What is the issue?”

“CPS is trying to take Vista away from her parents.”

Miss Militia paused and said, “That sounds good. Maybe Vista's parents will get their act together and be decent people.”

“We don't want to lose Vista from the Brockton Bay Wards. Depending on how this plays out, she might be transferred to another city.”

“I will make sure that doesn't happen, sir.”

“Good. The CPS agent is arriving soon, be prepared.” Renick said and left Miss Militia's office.

Miss Militia sighed tiredly. She hated her new promotions.

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POV Victoria Glory Girl

Victoria arrived at the hospital to visit her sister, Amy.

Victoria's heart ached as she watched her sister, Amy, lying still in the hospital bed, hooked up to various machines. The room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of the monitors. The dim lighting and sterile scent of the hospital only added to the heaviness in the air.

Their dad, Mark, sat quietly in the armchair, his face etched with worry and exhaustion. His eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights, and he kept glancing at Amy, hoping for a sign that she was coming back to them.

Victoria's mind kept replaying the events of the past few days. After the mall incident, Amy had gone through three surgeries to remove the bullets from her body. Each operation had been a grueling ordeal, and despite the doctors' best efforts, Amy still hadn't woken up.

Victoria had heard that a cape named Scapegoat, known for his healing abilities, was supposed to arrive to heal Amy. There had been a flicker of hope in those moments, a light in the darkness that had surrounded them since the Mall Incident. But when Scapegoat learned of Amy's condition, he determined that her injuries were too severe for his powers. The plan was canceled.

Victoria took Amy's hand in hers, the warmth of her sister's skin a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment.

"Vicky," Mark said softly, handing Victoria a twenty-dollar bill. "Why don’t you grab me some coffee from the cafeteria? You can buy something for yourself, too. I’ll stay here with your sister."

"Okay," Victoria replied quietly, taking the money. She glanced at Amy one last time before heading out.

In the cafeteria, Victoria bought the coffee, adding milk and sugar just the way her dad liked it. She picked up some vanilla yogurt for herself, though she had little appetite.

When she returned, she saw a flurry of activity in Amy's room. Multiple doctors were surrounding her sister, and her dad, Mark, was standing just outside the door, his face ashen.

"Code 10! This is Code 10!" a doctor shouted.

Victoria felt her heart drop. The coffee and yogurt slipped from her hands, splattering on the floor as she rushed toward Amy's room.

A nurse blocked her path. "You can’t go in there!"

"That's my sister!" Victoria shouted, trying to push past. "She needs me!"

Mark stepped forward, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "Victoria," he said gently but firmly. "You can't go in there. You'll get in the way."

"Please, Dad," Victoria pleaded, her eyes feeling teary. "She needs me! I can’t lose her!"

Mark pulled her into a tight, strong hug, holding her. She knew, deep down, that he was trying to stop her. But all she could think about was Amy, just a few feet away, fighting for her life.

With all her power, Victoria realized she couldn't help her sister.

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Glory Girl was flying over Brockton Bay, her eyes scanning the streets below for any signs of trouble.

As she soared over the rougher part of town, she noticed a commotion on a side street. Below, she saw a girl being dragged towards a car by two men she instantly recognized as members of Empire 88.

Glory Girl didn't bother with a warning. She flew straight into the path of the moving car, her arm outstretched and her fist clenched. The car screeched to a halt as her hand connected with the front bumper, crumpling the metal like it was made of tin foil. The force of her stop sent the car's back end lifting slightly off the ground before it slammed back down with a jarring thud.

The gangsters were thrown forward, smacking against the dashboard and windshield.

Glory Girl glared and said, “Let her go.”

Seeing their indecision, Glory Girl didn't wait. She moved, wrenching the car door open and pulling the girl to safety.

The girl, now free, clung to Glory Girl, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you,” she said.

Glory Girl couldn’t help thinking of Amy. The girl had the same color of hair as her sister. Hazelnut brown.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The gangsters fired their guns at Glory Girl. Her aura deflected the bullets, but the girl she had saved wasn't as lucky and took a hit.

Fury ignited within Glory Girl as she whisked the injured girl to safety, placing her gently against a wall.

Then she turned her rage on the gangsters. She tore into the car, savagely beating them, breaking bones with a satisfying crunch. The gangsters lay broken and moaning at her feet.

“I screwed up,” Glory Girl said, looking over the scene. “What am I going to do...”

If only Amy wasn't in a coma, she could have healed these despicable gangsters.

Glory Girl knew she might face serious consequences, maybe even prison time, but she couldn't stop herself. Everything was a red blur to her.

Glory Girl called the ambulance for the victims.

Reluctantly, Glory Girl called her mother.

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POV Grue Brian

Brian was in Undersider Hideout with the other Undersiders.

Brian felt the pressure of their next operation weigh heavily on him. He would prefer to stay as a small-time thief. Yet he was so close to getting Aisha away from his parents. His mom did drugs and his dad was a terrible father. It was no wonder Aisha kept running away from home. Coil greased the wheel for the CPS to allow him to be Aisha's guardian.

Brian now needed to come home with the bread. Getting control of the Docks will ensure a steady source of income.

Brian was standing in front of a table. Seated around the table were the other Undersiders.

Rachel was looking quite content surrounded by three of her trusted dogs, with five more dogs lounging behind her.

Alec was playing a handheld game.

Taylor was playing with a small coconut crab that she named Tamatoa and reading a book on how to raise crabs.

Lisa was typing on her laptop and drinking coffee.

Paige, the newest member, who was once a cape named Canary, was sitting at the table with a dour expression. Her costume was a crepe-wrapped dress with a bird pattern and on her face was a green domino mask.

Brian clapped his hands twice. “Alright, let's start the meeting. We are going to take the Docks from Empire 88. Is everyone prepared?”

Bitch spoke, “I got eight dogs ready for battle. Let's take them down.”

Alec said, “Ehh, it was a little too peaceful. Let’s get this party started.”

Taylor said, “I am ready.”

Paige asked, “Will it be dangerous?”

Lisa said, “Don’t worry, your little head. We will protect you.” Lisa then said to Brian, “I got the mercenaries ready. A squad of 50 discharged Army members are ready.”

Brian said, “Can I have a list?”

Lisa said, “I’ll get the laptop.”

Lisa fetched her laptop and presented the list to Brian. Brian read the list.

Super Colonel Sarge.
Captain Richard Dick Simmons.
Captain Dexter Grif.
Captain Lavernius Tucker.

Brian decided he could read the list later. “Good, everyone is ready. Let’s start the operation and kick Empire 88 out of the Docks and make it our territory.”

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Brian knew it was going to be a tough battle to claim the Dock as their territory. But he was prepared.

Four jeeps with five mercenaries each, with twenty men strong.

The Undersiders had eight large mutant dogs.

Even with Canary riding one, they still had two more spares.

A large swarm that could have been mistaken for a storm cloud was above them.

They tested how many bugs Skitter could control at once. To their amazement, they found no limit.

Skitter was even considering creating a coconut crab army. The only thing stopping her was that it takes 40 to 60 years for a coconut crab to grow large.

Skitter was considering other species, though.

Grue said, “Let's begin!”

The Undersiders and the Mercenaries started to move into the Docks.

Skitter unleashed her swarm into the Dock. Aiming to drive the E88 Gangsters out of the Docks.

E88 Gangsters saw the moving swarm and ran in opposite directions. Some shot the swarm that was coming toward them. Some slower gangsters were nipped by the swarm, and a few mosquito bites made them run away faster.

Skitter made the swarm speak to the gangsters. The swarm spoke, “Get out of the Docks!”

The E88 Gangsters ran for their lives.

Skitter felt a disturbance, her swarm was getting agitated.

“The Empire 88 capes are here!” Skitter warned.

The Undersiders dogs and the mercenaries' jeeps stopped at Prince Street.

Prince Street was a road that didn’t get much traffic. Let alone past midnight. There were no cars in the street, with the exception of the jeep that Lisa’s mercenaries were riding.

They used to have stores that were open on the street. A barber, a toy store, a Mexican restaurant, and a convenience store. It was all abandoned when Brockton Bay was hit with hard times.

A slab of rock was floating in the air, moving toward the Undersiders.

Rune was moving the rock, with Cricket, Stormtiger and Crusaders on the slab platform.

The Empire 88 spotted the Undersiders and Rune moved the slab of rock on the streets.

Grue was already cloaked in his signature darkness. Skitter felt the familiar buzz of her swarm, ready at her command. Regent was fidgeting, a telltale sign he was preparing to seize control, and Tattletale stood with a knowing smirk, her mind piecing together their opponents' weaknesses. Bitch stood slightly apart, her dogs fully transformed and imposing.

Cricket tilted her head, listening to sounds only she could hear, while Stormtiger flexed his fingers, small gusts of wind swirling around them. Crusader’s spectral knights floated around him, ghostly and menacing, and Rune stood atop a floating chunk of debris, runes glowing faintly on its surface.

"Ready?" Grue's voice was low and calm, breaking the silence. The Undersiders nodded.

With a flick of her wrist, Skitter sent her swarm surging forward, thousands of insects rushing toward the Empire Eighty-Eight members. Cricket moved with inhuman speed, slicing through the air with sound waves that disrupted the swarm's formation.

Grue stepped forward, enveloping the battlefield in darkness. The murky blackness spread rapidly, swallowing the light and sound and disorienting their enemies. Stormtiger counters with powerful gusts of wind.

Crusader's spectral knights charged, their forms flickering as they moved forward.

Bitch's whistled, and two of her dogs, now monstrous and fierce, charged forward under her command. The ground shook with their weight as they barreled towards the Empire Eighty-Eight members. One of the dogs lunged at Crusader, tearing through his spectral knights with ease. Crusader struggled to maintain control, but the monstrous dog was relentless, eventually pinning him down.

Rune hovered above the battlefield, telekinetically hurling marked debris at the Undersiders. The Undersiders were forced to dodge the debris that was coming at them.

Tattletale, eyes gleaming with insight, shouted, "Skitter, focus on Rune! She is defenseless!"

Skitter redirected part of her swarm towards Rune, the insects attacked Runes and disrupted her control. Rune's platform wobbled, and she struggled to maintain her position. Rune soon fell off her slab and slammed into the ground, groaning in pain.

Cricket, relying on her enhanced hearing, honed in on Skitter. She leaped forward, her movements a blur. Skitter's swarm thickened around her, the insects biting and stinging Cricket, slowing her down. Skitter had to leap off the monstrous dog to dodge Cricket's attacks. Skitter uses her swarm to keep the agile villain at bay.

Bitch commanded her dogs to take down Cricket. However, Cricket, with her nimble movements and ungodly reflexes, dodged and struck the dogs with her small scythe.

Grue hopped off his dog and said in a commanding voice, “Regent and Canary, stop Cricket!”

Regent focused hard, causing Cricket to stumble and fall, her sound waves scattering aimlessly. Skitter's swarm took advantage, covering Cricket causing further damage and disorienting her.

Grue didn’t let Cricket escape and he kicked her in the stomach. Cricket got up and charged at Grue with rage and fury.

Canary said in a commanding tone, "Cricket, do not move for 5 seconds.”

Cricket was in a trance and stopped moving and she wasn't even breathing.

Grue took advantage and punched Cricket in the stomach. Smash her face with his knee. Then he gave a haymaker to Cricket's face. Cricket collapsed onto the ground under the force.

When Cricket was out of the trance, she looked at Grue and said in a condescending tone, “You hit like a little girl.”

Bitch gave a command to her dogs, and they swiftly pinned Cricket to the ground.

Stormtiger, the last standing member of Empire Eighty-Eight, found herself surrounded by Skitter's swarm, Grue's darkness, and Regent's threatening presence. Realizing he was outmatched, he leaped away, retreating into the shadows.

Regent said, “I arrived. I saw. I conquered.”

Tattletale said ominously, “It's far from over.”

A bright light illuminated the streets.

The sound of a car was heard.

A limousine arrived and stepping out of the limousine were Fenja and Menja.

Kaiser slowly came out of the limousine.

Kaiser said to the Undersiders. “You hurt my subordinates. Are you ready for the punishment?”

Fenja and Menja grew large until they appeared to be giants.

Canary said in worry, “Can we retreat?”

Grue was going to order a retreat. They have already made their point. A continued battle wouldn't be worth it.

In a blur of red, Velocity showed up and said, “Kaiser, fancy meeting you here.”

New Wave arrived with Manpower, Photon Mom, Laserdream and Shielder arrived behind the Undersiders.

Photon Mom said, “All villains surrender!”

Chubster lumbered out of the dark alleyway. “Chumbster is here to save the day!”

Dovetail arrived from the air and asked, “You guys having a party without inviting me?”

Regent said, “Where did all these heroes come from?”

Tattletale said, “Grue, I don’t think we can retreat. We are surrounded.”

Grue, noting that New Wave was behind them and the Empire 88 was in front of them. The various heroes were positioned around them. “Tattletale gets the mercenaries ready. Have them hold off New Wave.”

Tattletale smiled and spoke into the radio.

Twenty mercenaries exited their jeep and aimed their darted rifles at New Wave.

With unknown signals, all groups attacked.

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POV Skitter

Skitter directed her swarm with precision, thousands of insects rushing towards the towering figures of Menja and Fenja. The giantesses swung their weapons, cleaving through the swarm, but the sheer volume of insects began to slow them down.

Canary commanded, “Menja do not move for 5 seconds! Fenja do not move for 5 seconds!”

Menja and Fenja paused. Dovetail swooped in, her wings leaving trails of luminous light that ballooned into soft forcefields upon touching solid ground. These fields encased the feet and legs of the giantesses, impeding their movement.

Regent focused on Menja, his power worming into her nervous system. But her sheer size and strength made her a formidable opponent, even under partial control.

Regent said, “Canary! Can you stop holding back and hold these gigantic wet dreams for a few minutes longer?! My power needs more time!”

Canary said, “I don’t want to scar them with my powers! They can’t even breathe under my control!”

Regent said in exasperation, “That’s just great you have conscious!”

Despite their combined efforts, Menja and Fenja fought back fiercely. Menja's spear swung wildly, barely missing Skitter as she dodged, her swarm providing cover. Fenja's spear clanged against Dovetail's armor, sending her sprawling.

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POV Grue

Velocity darted around the battlefield in a blur of motion as he tried to gain the upper hand against Grue and Kaiser. Grue enveloped the area in darkness, forcing Velocity to rely on his other senses.

Kaiser summoned razor-sharp blades of metal from the ground, trying to trap his opponents. Velocity narrowly avoided a blade that sprang up where he had been standing just a moment before.

Grue's darkness closed in, creating a confusing, disorienting environment.

Kaiser, seizing the opportunity, sent a wave of metal spikes towards them both. Grue's darkness swirled, obscuring the battlefield and making it impossible for Kaiser to see where to strike next.

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POV Bitch.

The mercenaries started firing their darted rifles at New Wave.

Shielder blocked the intimate volley of darts.

Bitch's monstrous dogs charged forward, their transformed bodies bristling with power. They collided with the New Wave's heroes.

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POV Tattletale

Chubster, with his massive frame and durability, squared off against Tattletale. His bulk made him a tough opponent, shrugging off attacks that would have felled others.

Tattletale ran away on foot as Chubster chased her. She yelled out. “Someone else fight this fat bastard!”

Chubster yelled, “I am not fat, I'm chubby!”

The more capes joined the battle, the more it got worse and more chaotic.

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POV Armsmaster.

Armsmaster was in his Tinkertech lab.

Armsmaster triple-checked all of his equipment. He was going to help against Empire 88.

With the few members of the Brockton Bay Protectorates. They were going to need all the help they could get to defeat Empire 88.

With Armsmasters recent blunders, he couldn’t afford to mess up. His career was on the line.

Especially with Master and Bait doing hotheaded stunts. They were becoming much more brazen and uncontrollable. He was going to have the pair arrested in the future.

The Undersider was becoming a growing concern. Especially since they were onces who took down Hookwolf.

Empire 88 was going to be defeated today. He made Tinkertech devices for every member of the Empire 88 roster. He calculated that there was no way he would lose.

Brockton Bay needed him to save it. He was going to prove that he was the best hero.

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POV Bakuda.

Bakuda stretched her muscles and took one last look around the lab. Armsmaster had left to handle an emergency in the city, leaving her alone. It was time to escape.

She'd miss the lab, especially its cutting-edge technology and, most of all, the data. The sweet, sweet data. But freedom was sweeter.

Grinning, Bakuda began tinkering with a bomb to aid her escape. This was no ordinary bomb—it was an Empowerment Bomb, designed to grant her a power of her choosing. She opted for power from the New Wave family, despite their alliance with the PRT. There was a truckload of data about the New Wave’s power.

Without hesitation, she activated the Empowerment Bomb. A warm light filled the room, and Bakuda began to glow. She grinned as she levitated off the ground, feeling the power surge through her.

Pointing her hand at the wall, she fired a laser, creating a crude hole in the wall. She went through the hole in the wall and was standing in the hallway.

Alarms blared throughout the base.

Bakuda's ankle bracelet sent out electricity, which was meant to disable her, however, the barrier around Bakuda blocked it. Bakuda blasted off the ankle bracelet.

Metal walls closed off the hallways, but Bakuda didn't care. She charged through a normal-looking wall, breaking it and then went through three walls in an instant until she was outside.

A barrier surrounded the Protectorate HQ. Her laser seemed ineffective against it, so she threw a bomb at it and destroyed the barrier.

Bakuda was free at last. She looked up at the sky filled with an uncountable number of stars and laughed. "Hahaha! Those lousy heroes can’t possibly hold me!"

Bakuda flew away from the Protectorate HQ, leaving Brockton Bay behind.

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POV Triumph Rory

Triumph was spent, and his strength sapped.

The situation was dire since Bakuda’s escape from custody, which had sparked a frantic manhunt across the city.

Armsmaster was going mad, like a man possessed, as he searched for Bakuda. Piggot was nuclear when Bakuda escaped, and Armsmaster faced the brunt of her anger.

Piggot unleashed a severe reprimand, criticizing and screaming at Armsmaster's face with the intensity of a drill sergeant. Triumph recalled an incident where Piggot scolded Clockblocker for revealing his cape name publicly. However, in contrast to the tongue-lashing Armsmaster received for his mistakes, Clockblocker got a love confession from Piggot.

Piggot was desperately trying to keep a lid on the situation, ensuring the news didn't leak.

But as it often goes, someone let it slip.

Rory, out of costume, slumped on the couch and stared at the TV as the news anchor broke the devastating news: the PRT had lost Bakuda.

Dinah sat on the floor, her eyes vacant, as she half-heartedly did her homework. Despite everything, she still had to attend school.

Suddenly, Dinah clutched her head and screamed, a piercing wail that could wake the dead. “AAAAAAHHHH!!!! 77.77 percent! 84.45 percent! 99.88 percent!”

Rory rushed to her side, holding her tightly. “Dinah! What’s happening?”

Dinah shook uncontrollably, clinging to her head.

Her parents rushed in, trying to calm their daughter.

After what felt like an eternity, Dinah finally spoke, her voice trembling. “My powers... they acted up. I saw the end.”

Rory, his voice asked in a worried tone, “What do you mean?”

Tears streaming down her face, Dinah whispered, “Bakuda is going to destroy the world.”

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POV Purity

The sunlight was bright and shining.

Standing in the sky was Purity. Down below was the Empire 88 rally.

Thousands of E88 gangsters were cheering and facing the stage. The area used to be an open-air concert.

Purity knew she shouldn't be anywhere near the E88 event. Yet she was curious, what will Kaiser do now that both Coil and ABB are gone? Nothing was stopping the Empire 88 from taking over Brockton Bay.

Purity recalled hearing about two nights ago that a large cape battle occurred in the Docks. It wasn't exactly clear who won. However, both Crusader and Cricket were arrested.

Kaiser got on stage, he looked impeccable in his gleaming armor suit. Purity couldn’t get her eyes off him.

Menja and Fenja sauntered on stage. They could have been more modest clothes. Now the E88 Gangsters were whistling like animals. The twins were definitely standing too close to Kaiser for comfort.

Kaiser stood behind the podium, ready to deliver a charismatic and rousing speech that would ignite the E88 Gangsters' fervor to reclaim Brockton Bay.

Suddenly, his head flew off his shoulders, spinning through the air before landing grotesquely on the stage. For a brief, horrific moment, Kaiser's headless body remained upright, then crumpled to the ground like a lifeless puppet.

Behind the fallen leader stood a towering insect with a green and yellow color scheme, holding a bloodied spear.

The E88 gangster's screams pierced the air as they fled in terror, some wildly drawing their guns and rifles, firing desperately at the towering insect creature.

Bullets slammed into the creature's exoskeleton, but it remained unscathed.

Fenja and Menja, now towering giants, hurled their spears at the insect monster.

With a chilling calmness, the creature raised its spear horizontally, effortlessly deflecting the powerful blows.

Purity watched in disbelief, the blood draining from her face. This creature was beyond strong. It had blocked strikes that could obliterate buildings and harm even the mighty Endbringer, all while protecting the stage beneath its feet.

In an instant, the creature was at Menja's throat. It thrust its spear, and Menja was flung back, shrinking to her normal size as she sailed through the air.

The creature caught her mid-flight, placing her gently on the ground.

In another blink, it was at Fenja's throat. Another thrust, and Fenja was hurled back, also reverting to her normal size. She flew through the air, only to be caught and laid down with the same eerie gentleness.

Purity aimed at the bug creature, preparing to blast it to smithereens.

In an instant, the bug creature appeared before her, as if it had teleported.

Purity backed away, her heart pounding in her chest.

The creature remained still, its unblinking eyes boring into her.

Desperate, Purity gambled everything on one final attack. She gathered all her light, forming it into a blinding helix DNA strand. The construct grew brighter and brighter, straining at the breaking point. Purity condensed it further, pushing it to the edge.

"Die, you monster!" she screamed, unleashing her ultimate attack.

A beam of blinding light shot forth, engulfing the creature and turning the world white.

As the light faded, Purity's eyes widened in horror. The bug creature hadn't even flinched. It stood there, completely unmoved by the most powerful beam of light Purity had ever created.

She realized, with a sinking heart, that she needed to flee. This monster was too powerful to defeat.

Before she could react, the creature moved an arm's length from her and grabbed her throat, choking her.

Purity struggled, trying to fight back and plead for mercy, but the creature's grip was too strong. She couldn't speak and couldn't breathe. It wouldn't let go. Her vision darkened as she ran out of oxygen, her strength ebbing away.

Purity consciousness faded.

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Purity woke up in a dark room.

A single window was all that was visible.

Purity coughed multiple times and rubbed her throat. The bench she was lying on felt metallic.

Purity felt the walls and learned that they were also metallic.

Purity used her power and hit the metal wall. It didn’t even leave a mark. Purity felt horrified at the realization that she was trapped.

A PRT Trooper peeked into the small window and he said, "Purity, you are under arrest for domestic terrorism. Currently, you are in a holding cell at the New York Protectorates HQ. Do not attempt to escape and wait for your trial.”

Purity said in surprise, “Wait what!?”

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POV Missy Biron Vista.

Two years ago.

On Missy's tenth birthday, her parents gave her a Barbie and Ken doll with a dollhouse that was taller than her.

Missy hated the dolls and the dollhouse. It was far too girly and was for babies. She likes playing soccer, volleyball and tennis.

It was a cumbersome size that took up too much space in her room. Every day she would wake up and see the girly dollhouse with the Barbie and Ken doll smiling at her.

It all changed when her parents started fighting. Every day was terrible. Coming home with broken plates on the floor. The furniture was destroyed. Even Snowball, their dog, was sent to the shelter.

They shouted at each other so much and even dragged her into their screaming matches.

Missy tried to use headphones and a music player to stop listening to her parents screaming at each other. Still, she could hear them say hateful and hurtful words to each other.

Missy needed a distraction and she eventually ended up playing with the Barbie and Ken dolls.

The Dollhouse which was taller than her, was in pristine condition. Unlike her own house, which was falling into pieces.

Missy placed the Barbie and Ken dolls on the dinner table in the Dollhouse. She pretended they had a normal conversation with each other. Tell each other how their days went. Joke around with each other.

Missy felt, for a fleeting moment, that everything was alright. When she played with her dolls, she was immersed in their lives. She felt like she could endure her horrible situation if she kept playing with her dolls.

One day, Missy returned home from a grueling day at school. She found her dollhouse smashed to pieces. Her Barbie and Ken dollar were cut in half.

Missy's screams and cries were heartbreaking.

Missy felt her mind go blank.

[Trajectory.]

[Agreement.]

[Destination.]

----

In the current time and date.

Missy was in the conference room in the PRT Building.

Missy wasn’t wearing her costume, which made her feel vulnerable.

There were five adults and herself sitting at the table.

Missy’s mom. Missy’s dad. Deputy Director Renick. Miss Militia. CCP Agent Nickelous.

CCP Agent Nickelous reminded Missy of Santa Clause. He had a white beard and a pot belly. He wore reading glasses and an old gray suit.

Nickelous said, “We all brought here because a very large insect cape alerted us about Missy's situation. I have... concerns.”

Dad said, “My daughter shouldn't be raised by a cheating whore.”

Mom said, “Can you do me all a favor and shut the fuck up?!”

Renick said in a deep voice with a no-nonsense attitude, “Enough! Act like an adult, especially in front of your child!”

Nickelous coughed and said, “I have multiple police reports of noise complaints, some believing it was domestic abuse. I talked to your neighbors, Missy’s teachers, and saw the state of your home. I have spoken with Missy here, and I believe it is best for her to be removed from her parents as guardians.”

Mom said, “That’s outrageous! Missy, you don’t want to be separated from me? Do you?”

Missy opened her mouth and then closed it. She hesitated to speak. She could recall the hard days she endured staying home. Her trigger event and the day she lost her childhood.

Miss Militia said in a comfortable tone, “It is going to be okay. Every Protectorate hero and all the Wards are here for you. You can speak your mind.”

Missy opened her mouth hesitantly and clenched her dress hard. She struggled to put into words how much she was hurting.

Missy was crying as she said in a watery voice, “Mom. Dad. I... I... I sometimes wish you weren’t my parents.”

Missy felt Miss Militia hug her. She felt herself cry on Miss Militia's shoulder.

It was decided by a judge with Nickelous of the CCP recommendation to remove Missy Biron from the custody of her parents, and she would be the ward of the state. An agent from Brockton Bay PRT would be her new caretaker.

Chapter Text

POV Stingmon.

Stingmon had an objective today. Kidnap Skitter from the Undersiders and hang out with her all day.

Stingmon reached the Undersiders Hideout.

A swarm of bugs greeted Stingmon, the swarm started speaking, “What do you want today?”

Stingmon replied, “Hello mom, my evil plan is to kidnap you and spend the day with you.”

Skitter replied, “I am not allowing you to kidnap me.”

The swarm dispersed.

Stingmon waited a few minutes.

Rachel's monstrous dog, Angelica, appeared. In the mouth of the monstrous dog was Skitter, being held by the knape of her costume and the dog walked toward Stingmon slowly. Angelica let go of Skitter and dropped her in front of Stingmon.

Rachel’s monstrous dog walked back to the Undersider Hideout.

Stingmon said, “You were betrayed by your teammates?”

Skitter said in an accusatory tone, “Shut up. You must have given them a lot of money to turn on me. Didn’t you?”

Stingmon replied, “Oh no, they did it for free.”

Skitter replied, “Why?”

Stingmon hesitated. “It’s complicated...” Stingmon said, "Anyway, now that I kidnapped you. Where do you want to go? We can go to Six Flags. We can watch movies in theaters. Museums are also a possibility. We can go to the library. We can even go to the zoo. We can shop in the mall. If you don’t like the crowds, we can hike in the woods.”

Skitter said bitterly, “Is going home a possibility?”

Stingmon replied, “Sure, I would love to introduce myself to grandpa Danny.”

Skitter could feel a headache. She realized she couldn’t get rid of Stingmon. She might as well get the day over with. Skitter made her choice and said, “Let’s go to the library.”

Stingmon nodded his head, turned around and crouched down in the position of being ready to receive a piggyback ride. “Hop on my back, mom.”

Skitter deeply sighed. It was embarrassing to fly like that, but it was better than being princess-carried. Skitter got Stingmon back.

Stingmon flew fast with Skitter on her back.

----

POV Skitter.

Stingmon was fast and riding on his back felt like a rollercoaster and was thrilling. They zoomed out of Brockton Bay so fast and were moving through Maine, passing farmland, cities and small towns. Skitter didn’t realize how small her city was.

Stingmon landed in front of a building that had the words Kennebunk Free Library.

Skitter said, “I didn’t know you were going to take me out of the city. I thought we were going to visit the library in Brockton Bay.”

Stingmon said. “I am really fast in the air. It wouldn’t take me long to get back. The Kennebunk Free Library has a lot of good reviews.”

Skitter decided the day was weird and wouldn’t change anything. So she dragged her toward the library and opened the double doors. Stingmon followed after her.

Skitter's breath hitched at the sight. The air immediately changed, filled with the faint, comforting scent of old paper and polished wood. Rows upon rows of books stretched out in front, each shelf meticulously organized, every book in its rightful place.

The library was a paragon of cleanliness. The wooden floors gleamed under the soft light filtering through tall windows, their surfaces so immaculate they reflected the spines of the books lining the shelves. Brass railings, polished to a high shine, bordered the staircases and balconies, adding to the library's timeless elegance.

Skitter recalled the disarray of Brockton Bay’s library. The books were disorganized, scattered haphazardly across shelves and tables. The air was thick with the lingering scent of cigarettes, an unwelcome intrusion that clung to the pages and furnishings. Many of the books bore signs of neglect and vandalism—graffiti marred their covers, and the pages were often dusty or sticky to the touch. Thieves were a problem because they stole valuable books from the library and sold them.

In stark contrast, the library she now stood in was pristine and orderly. Every book was carefully placed, the air was clean, and the surfaces gleamed. It was like comparing heaven and hell.

Skitter was looking through the shelves and scanning the covers of every book, finding Les Misérables. She tried to read it in the Brockton Bay Library, but it was vandalized, so she couldn’t finish it.

Skitter sat on a cushion and started reading Les Misérables. Completely absorbed into the book.

Stingmon seems to be talking to the Liberian.

An hour later, Stingmon ended up talking to a pair of policemen.

The policemen left Stingmon and Skitter alone to continue exploring the library.

Skitter ended up reading another book, Oedipus Rex and then she read Tess of the d'Urbervilles.

Stingmon tapped Skitter's shoulder and said, "Mom, it is time to go.”

“Huh? Why do we need to go? We just got here.” Skitter said it in complete confusion.

Stingmon said, “We've been here for hours. The library is going to close.”

Skitter seriously considered a cape with time-related powers that sped up the time. There was no way time could fly this fast.

Skitter said, “Let me read one more book...”

Stingmon said, “Mom. Put the book back. We can come back another day.”

Stingmon struggled to get Skitter out of the library.

----

Stingmon stopped at a bakery to pick up a cake before heading to the Undersider Hideout, where he gently placed Skitter near the entrance.

"Uh, Mom," Stingmon said, scratching his chin. "Can I give you a hug?"

Skitter stared at the tall bug person, wondering why he seemed nervous despite his power. She pondered her response. Stingmon was really a giant crybaby, but he had been nice to her. Spending time in the library with him had been... good. Great?

"Fine, one hug," Skitter finally said.

Stingmon gave Skitter a hug, his body shaking.

The hug was nice. She wondered when anyone had last offered to hug her... It had been a while.

"Please eat healthy, take care of your health, and listen to Tattletale," Stingmon whispered into her ear.

As he pulled back, Stingmon rubbed his head and sighed. "If I’m... I know you will save everyone."

"What are you talking about?" Skitter asked.

Stingmon handed her the cake box. "I love you. Goodbye, Mom."

He flew away, leaving Skitter confused and holding the box of cake.

----

Skitter entered the Undersiders Hideout.

Her treacherous teammates, who basically threw her at Stingmon, greeted her warmly.

Lisa asked, “How was your day with Bait?”

Taylor would have said wonderful, however, she was still mad by the betrayal. “It was fine.”

Lisa seemed to grin widely. As if she had discovered Taylor's secret.

Brian came over and said, “What in the box?”

Taylor replied, “Cake. Bait gave it to me to share with you guys.”

Alec said, “I would love a slice of cake. Lisa, take a bite first. We need to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”

Lisa said, “Fuck off, Alec.”

Taylor placed the cake box on the table and then opened it. The cake had something written on it with frosting. She froze when she read the words. She completely forgot.

Brian peaked over Taylor's shoulder and read the message on the cake out loud. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

----

POV Greg.

Greg was standing in a white, clean hallway. He held a vase with a transvaal daisy. The flowers were multicolored: yellow, red, white, orange and red.

On the medical chart hanging from the door was a name. Grace Veder.

Greg took a breath and entered the room.

Grace's room contained an airtight plastic chamber that isolated the air inside from the surrounding environment.

Grace wore a bleach-white shirt and white pants. Her black hair was straight and tied back in a ponytail. Tall for a normal woman, she had a presence that could intimidate men.

Grace was lying on the bed with blue gloves on her hand. Grace had silverware in front of her, and she was polishing them with a white napkin.

Greg stayed outside the airtight plastic chamber, waiting for his mother to be ready to speak with him. He moved and sat in a swirling doctor chair.

Grace saw Greg and said to him, “You got skinny, Greg. Have you eaten anything?”

Greg said, “Well, I had a burger before I came here.”

Grace then took out a silver spoon and began polishing it.

“How are you?” Grace asked. “I know you haven’t been listening to me and are skipping school. What exactly are you doing?”

Grace examined the spoon, ensuring it was spotless.

Greg replied, “A lot... Actually, we’re going to save the world.”

"Is that so?" Grace's voice trembled with concern. "Be cautious not to lose yourself in your dreams. Sometimes, pursuing them can lead to devastation. Achieving your goals often demands immense sacrifices—your relationships, your family, even your sanity. I know firsthand the struggle of an obsessive personality. It's challenging to balance passion with the things you cherish. My hope is that one day you'll find yourself on a path where you can walk hand in hand with those who love and support you. It would be heartbreaking to see you alone in pursuit of your dreams."

“I will find the balance, mom.”

“I pray you do.”

----

POV Wormmon.

Greg and Wormmon returned to the apartment to find a package waiting for them.

Wormmon read the package and found out it was from R.O.B.

Greg said, “Must be another Digimental.”

Greg opened the package and found a metal case.

Greg was confused. “What’s this?”

Wormmon said, “Oh no.”

Greg opened the metal briefcase and saw ten green vials.

Wormmon said, “They are Fairy Slushies.”

Greg read the labels on the vials.

Alexander.
Hero.
Legend.
Eidolon.
Greyboy.
Shatterbird.
Siberian.
Doormaker.
Clairvoyant.
Mantellum.

Greg said, “So if I drink Alexander's Fairy Slushies, I will get Alexander’s powers.”

Wormmon cautioned, “Possibly. You can also get a variation or become a Case 53. If you drink any of these, you lose your advantage against Jack Slash. The fairies will also have some control over you.”

Greg said, “Damn it, I get nerfed by Jack Slash. I can’t take any of these Fairy Slushies. Maybe one day.”

Wormmon said, “...Today, I said goodbye to my mom. We are going to be fighting Eidolon soon and we fail to eliminate him... We will be fighting an Endbringer. Did you say goodbye to your mom? We need to go through our training arc before we face these monsters. We have no more time to waste.”

Greg replied. "Yeah, I did. We are going to need to prepare. Leet got his money, he should be done making the Tinkertech device we ordered in a few days. We're going to need to train like we never trained before. Eidolon needs to go down.”

Greg went to his shelves and pulled out three games.

Touhou 13: Ten Desires.

Final Fantasy 13.

Dark Souls.

Greg asked seriously, “Are you ready?”

Wormmon said, “No. But I am going to have to go through hell to be ready to battle Eidolon, let alone kill him.”

Greg started the first game, Touhou 13: Ten Desires in Lunatic mode.

Touhou games, no matter the game, were brutal to new players.

Wormmon digitized into the game and died in an instant. It was a long, grueling days of training for Wormmon.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Many days later.

Master and Bait were standing in Leet’s lab.

Leet’s lab was half organized and half a mess. Different Tinkertechs were lying in the corner of the room gathering dust. On the other side, raw materials were in cardboard boxes.

Uber and Leet were wearing mad scientist lab coats.

A big white tablecloth was covering the Tinkertech that Master and Bait ordered.

Greg asked. “Is the Tinkertech we asked you to build ready?”

Leet answered. “I was working day and night to have it ready.”

Uber said, “I helped too, this guy needed my muscles to get this thing built.”

“Gentleman,” Leet said, grinning and grabbing the white tablecloth. “Feast your eyes on the National Override Emergency Signal Sender! I like to call it N.O.E.S.S.”

Leet pulled the white tablecloth off the Tinkertech, revealing it to Master and Bait.

It had the head of a parabolic antenna. The body was bulky and square. It was twice the size of an average man.

Greg asked, “Okay, how do I use this?”

Leet chuckled nervously. “Well... I am going to have to control it. The N.O.E.S.S. controls are delicate and need to be configured before use.”

Greg said, "Well, that’s going to complicate our plans. The size of the Tinkertech alone will make transporting it bothersome... We are going to need a bigger boat.”

Wormmon asked, “How does it work?”

Leet explained, “The N.O.E.S.S. uses advanced programming to exploit vulnerabilities in the Endbringer alert network. By emitting a precisely modulated signal, it can temporarily override or piggyback on existing protocols. Equipped with a high-powered transmitter, it broadcasts on TVs, computers, cell phones, radios, and more. It has a continental range, the N.O.E.S.S. ensures its message can reach everyone in the United States and America and beyond its border.”

Greg said, “That’s nice and all. But we are going to be picking a fight with Eidolon and the Protectorates. I don’t want to get you two involved... But we really need to use this Tinkertech and we can’t use it without Leet...”

Uber asked, “What are you going to use the N.O.E.S.S. for?”

Greg replied, “We are going to reveal to the world that Eidolon created the Endbringers.”

Leet and Uber said it elegantly at the same time. “You’re going to do what!?!”

“Yup,” Greg grinned and held out his hand. “Want to help us save the world?”

Uber said, “Dude! You don’t drop a nuclear bomb on us like that! Give us time to think about it!”

Leet said, "Okay, rewind a bit. No wait, I need to sit down and think about how messed up the world is.”

Greg chuckled and said, “Sorry, I am a time traveler and well, I want the world to be better. Leet if your not going to help us. Well, we are going to change our plans. It’s your choice.”

“Fucking. Fuck. Fuckery. Fuck,” Leet cursed loudly. He paced in his lab, rubbing his head and finally he said, “...I’m in.”

Uber sighed and said, “I am going to regret this. I am sticking with you, Leet.”

Leet said, “I want both of you to know. I hate you both.”

Leet grabbed Greg’s hand and gave him a handshake.

----

POV Tourist Austin.

Austin traveled three hours to Boston to board a cruise ship with his family. The journey was a nightmare, with his three kids constantly annoying him and his wife making things worse.

As the cruise ship docked, Austin hoped the trip would be worth it. The ship, promising a fun and relaxing vacation, filled him with hope.

Before they could board, a twenty-foot-tall bug man and a cowboy wearing a bug mask arrived at the docks in front of the ship.

The cowboy addressed the crowd of tourists, “Sorry folks, I will be stealing the boat.”

The large bug creature and the cowboy boarded the cruise ship. A scuffle ensued, with multiple crew members being placed on the docks by the bug creature.

In less than ten minutes, the cruise ship was sailing away.

Austin could only watch, heartbroken, as his dream of a relaxing vacation disappeared over the horizon.

----

POV Greg.

Currently, the cruise ship is 30 miles from the shoreline.

Leet was configuring the N.O.E.S.S. to be ready for Greg to reveal it to the world.

Nothing notable happened while they were traveling on the ship. With one exception.

A ragtag team of crewmembers, led by the Second Mate, attempted to prevent Master and Bait from stealing the cruise ship. They failed and now found themselves ensnared in a plastic fishing net.

Trapped in the net, the Second Mate screamed, "You won't get away with stealing our boat! The heroes are going to stop you!"

The other crewmembers, echoing the Second Mate's defiance, roared in agreement.

JewelBeemon effortlessly lifted the plastic net with one arm and began to fly away, carrying the crewmembers. He soared towards the docks, intending to drop them off far from the imminent battle.

JewelBeemon returned less than a minute later. “The crew members are dropped off safely on the docks. There is no one else on the ship except me, Master, Uber and Leet.”

Leet did the final touches to make the N.O.E.S.S. functioning and said, “We’re ready.”

Uber was holding the camera.

Greg looked at the notes he wrote. He fully memorized his speech. Wormmon proofread it. He practiced it a lot and he knew he wouldn’t make a mistake.

Greg sat on a wooden chair and spoke to Leet and Uber. “Let's begin.”

JewelBeemon stood behind Greg.

Uber camera had a red light indicating it was working.

Leet gave a thumbs up that the N.O.E.S.S. was now live on every device in the United States of America.

Greg or his cape name Master smiled and said this to the camera and everyone else who was watching. “Hello world.”

---

Legend the leader of Protectorate was in his office in New York when his computer flickered and was now displaying a live video of Master.

Master started speaking, “I am Master, I am cape that time traveled from the future. I have an important message to deliver. Eidolon created the Endbringers.”

----

Rebecca Costa-Brown, the Chief Director of the PRT, was in her office when her computer flickered and was now displaying a live video of Master.

Master continued, his voice heavy with sorrow, “In the future, more Endbringers will emerge. Khonsu, Tohu, and Bohu are each a nightmare of destruction. Imagine it, more monsters tearing cities apart. Humanity united, desperately trying to stop them, but it was never enough. Billions of lives were lost, and humanity was reduced to a shadow of its former self.”

----

Eidolon was floating in the air above Dallas, Texas.

Eidolon smartphone rang. Eidolon took out his smartphone and held it in his hand. He saw his smartphone flicker and was now displaying a live video of Master.

Master said with determination, “In the future, Eidolon was killed in battle and consequently, the Endbringers went dormant. We discovered too late that Eidolon created the Endbringers. Eidolon, if you’re watching this video, find me. I will slay you and save the world.”

The video ended.

Chapter Text

POV JewelBeemon

JewelBeemon hovered above the ocean, his gaze fixed on the undulating waves below and the cruise ship. In his right hand, he clutched a spear, outfitted with a Tinkertech weapon crafted by Leet.

Leet had repurposed Tinkertech from one of his earlier creations, the Reality Hacker. Though this weapon lacked a formal name, Leet assured JewelBeemon that it had the capability to harm an Endbringer.

With his current strength, rigorous training, and Leet's Tinkertech, JewelBeemon hoped he could defeat Eidolon.

A powerful whirlwind erupted, and from it emerged Eidolon.

"Where is Master?" Eidolon demanded gravely.

"Hello to you too, Eidolon," JewelBeemon replied. "I want to have a chat before our battle to the death. Would you mind exchanging some pleasantries first?"

"Save it. You'll have plenty of time to talk after I interrogate you," Eidolon retorted.

JewelBeemon pulled out a Triumvirate poster and asked, "Would you sign my poster?"

"What?" Eidolon exclaimed.

"Come on! Sign my poster and I'll tell you the truth," JewelBeemon urged, waving the poster like a matador.

"Oh no, you're one of those clown villains..."

"I can't even argue with that," JewelBeemon admitted. "I started as a serious hero on a quest to save the world. Somehow, I became a joke vigilante, and my quest turned into a Monty Python skit."

Eidolon fired a laser at JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon dodged effortlessly. "That was rude."

Eidolon crossed his arms. "You'll answer my question if I sign your dumb poster?"

"Yes, of course!" JewelBeemon said eagerly.

"Fine," Eidolon sighed. "Bring it here."

JewelBeemon approached, presenting the poster and a pen.

Eidolon quickly scribbled his name on the poster.

JewelBeemon twirled around, admiring Eidolon's penmanship next to Legend's.

"Now that you have your signature," Eidolon growled. "Tell me the truth. Why did you tell the world I created the Endbringers?"

'Greg, open the portal,' JewelBeemon thought telepathically. A portal opened beside him, and he placed the poster and pen into it before it closed.

JewelBeemon replied, “The truth is, you did create the Endbringers. Didn’t you find it strange that your powers were getting weaker? When I first learned about your involvement, I thought you were a monster. But then I realized it wasn't your fault. You couldn’t CONTROL your powers. You never intended to create the Endbringers. Your power just gives you what it thinks you need. Eidolon, you're a victim—a tragic hero.”

Eidolon snapped, “I fought the Endbringers so many times I lost count! What proof do you have that I created the Endbringers! Are you playing mind games with me?”

“No, I’m not,” JewelBeemon said, shifting into a battle stance with his spear pointed at Eidolon. “Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”

In an instant, JewelBeemon was right in front of Eidolon, moving so fast that it seemed like teleportation. He whispered, “Spike Buster.”

JewelBeemon’s Spike Buster was an attack move where he swung his spear at light speed, creating a powerful shockwave.

JewelBeemon lunged forward, his spear moving at the speed of light as it streaked towards Eidolon.

Eidolon’s shield intercepted the onslaught, generating a colossal shockwave that rippled through the battlefield.

In response, Eidolon released a sinister beam of pure darkness, a void of light and energy.

With reflexes faster than a lightning strike, JewelBeemon evaded the close-range assault, his heart pounding with gratitude for his supernatural speed.

Eidolon swept the dark beam across the horizon, aiming to obliterate JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon contorted his body, narrowly dodging the deadly ray.

JewelBeemon with the speed of a tempest, spun and hammered his spear against Eidolon’s barrier.

"Phase One," JewelBeemon declared as Leet’s Tinkertech whirred to life, releasing a swirling mist.

Eidolon’s barriers exploded into shards, compelling him to warp several feet back to evade the devastating strike.

“You’re using Tinkertech,” Eidolon remarked.

“I need everything available to kill you,” JewelBeemon replied.

“It’s not enough,” Eidolon said.

JewelBeemon agreed with Eidolon's assessment. Eidolon typically employs three powers simultaneously, rarely extending to four. Presently, Eidolon is utilizing one power for flight, another to uphold a defensive barrier, and a third for offensive attacks.

Eidolon conjured thousands of eyeballs, each adorned with irises of dazzling rainbow hues. The eyes unleashed a barrage of light beams at JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon twisted and weaved through the onslaught with remarkable agility, narrowly avoiding the deadly rays.

Eidolon then summoned a colossal tornado from the ocean, trapping them both in the eye of the storm. He dispelled the eyeballs and unleashed a lightning dragon at JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon evaded the dragon, but it pursued him relentlessly.

Desperately, he leapt into the swirling waters of the tornado. The lightning dragon struck the water, electrifying him. Despite the shock, JewelBeemon emerged from the vortex, crackling with residual energy.

Eidolon dismissed the water tornado and lightning dragon.

“Your durability is impressive,” Eidolon said.

In a blur of motion, JewelBeemon materialized before Eidolon, swinging his spear with ferocious speed and smashing it into a freshly conjured barrier. "Phase One!" he roared.

The barrier crumbled under the force of the attack, and JewelBeemon surged forward to capitalize on the opening.

“Reflect!” Eidolon shouted, swiftly activating a new power, reflecting the assault and hurling JewelBeemon backward with a violent backlash.

Eidolon activated a thinker power, analyzing the Tinkertech that was disrupting his defenses. “Interesting. That Tinkertech can absorb large amounts of heat. Tell me, who designed it?”

“I made this,” JewelBeemon replied.

“You’re lying,” Eidolon said. “Are you trying to protect your friends? In interrogation, we’ll get all the answers.”

JewelBeemon reappeared in front of Eidolon, thrusting his spear with a fierce cry, “Phase One!”

Eidolon’s barrier met the spear, bolstered by Leet’s Tinkertech. This time, the shield held firm, blocking the strike.

With a calm demeanor, Eidolon declared, “Your attack won’t work anymore.”

“Spike Buster!” JewelBeemon shouted, driving his spear forward with the speed of light. The weapon shattered Eidolon’s shield and pierced his body.

“Argh!” Eidolon screamed in agony.

JewelBeemon ripped the spear out and swung it to decapitate Eidolon, but his target vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Eidolon reappeared far away, his wounds healing instantly. Without hesitation, JewelBeemon flew towards him, determined to finish the job.

“Time freeze,” Eidolon intoned, and the air turned an ominous gray.

JewelBeemon retreated, narrowly escaping the encroaching time-stopped zone.

In an instant, Eidolon warped above him.

“Black Hole!” Eidolon summoned a gravitational vortex and hurled it towards JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon dodged, but the black hole pursued him relentlessly.

JewelBeemon changed direction and flew straight at Eidolon.

Eidolon released the black hole and called upon a new power. “Rain of Light!”

Hundreds of light beams cascaded from the sky. JewelBeemon braced himself, enduring the onslaught until it ceased.

Eidolon then created three clones, all of whom flew toward JewelBeemon.

One clone appeared to his right, firing a red beam of light.

Another clone appeared to his left, firing a blue beam of light.

The third clone appeared in front of him, firing a green beam of light.

JewelBeemon twisted and dodged, but the clones kept firing beams, forcing him to retreat as the Eidolon clones closed in on him.

"Goddammit, Eidolon! Why are your powers so fucking broken?!" JewelBeemon screamed.

JewelBeemon zeroed in on the real Eidolon, who was lurking in the back, and lunged with his spear.

“Spike Buster!” JewelBeemon roared, his spear slicing through the air at light speed.

Eidolon’s barrier blocked the attack, the impact creating a powerful shockwave.

“Phase One!” JewelBeemon shouted, activating the heat-absorbing Tinkertech. Yet, Eidolon's barrier remained unyielding.

“Phase Two!” JewelBeemon yelled. The Tinkertech erupted in searing flames, finally shattering Eidon's barrier.

Just as the flames surged forward, Eidolon teleported away, narrowly escaping the inferno.

“I am not impressed,” Eidolon said. “Is that everything you can do? Attack with a burst of strength, absorb heat, and unleash it? I got careless once, and you harmed me. Not anymore. This battle is over.”

Eidolon conjured a formidable barrier around himself and summoned a power capable of generating an explosion with the force of a hydrogen bomb.

“Goodbye, Bait,” Eidolon said ominously.

The explosion erupted with cataclysmic intensity. JewelBeemon attempted to escape, but the blast overtook him. "Phase One!" he shouted, relying on Leet’s Tinkertech to mitigate the impact. It partially succeeded, absorbing some of the explosion's heat.

JewelBeemon barely survived, crashing into the ocean.

Eidolon watched as JewelBeemon emerged from the water and soared back into the sky, ready to continue the fight.

"Are you going to give up? You can't possibly beat me," Eidolon stated.

JewelBeemon remained silent; his actions will speak for him.

In an instant, he appeared before Eidolon, thrusting his spear. “Spike Buster!”

JewelBeemon’s spear struck Eidolon’s barrier with blinding speed.

The barrier held firm.

“Spike Buster! Spike Buster! Spike Buster!” JewelBeemon shouted, launching a relentless barrage.

Eidolon’s barrier endured the onslaught. He countered with a beam of light.

JewelBeemon endured the hit and unleashed more spear strikes. “Spike Buster! Spike Buster! Spike Buster!”

Eidolon struggled to mount an effective defense. He noticed his barrier starting to crack and quickly warped through space to escape.

JewelBeemon reappeared in front of Eidolon, thrusting his spear at light speed. “Spike Buster! Spike Buster! Spike Buster!”

Eidolon hastily erected another barrier, only for it to be shattered instantly.

Forced to retreat, Eidolon fled, but JewelBeemon pursued him with relentless determination, his spear shattering every barrier in his path.

Desperate, Eidolon frantically searched for a barrier strong enough to withstand JewelBeemon’s unstoppable assault. Finally, he activated a barrier capable of enduring the relentless spear strikes.

“Phase Two!” JewelBeemon shouted, unleashing an inferno of flames that shattered Eidolon's barrier and burned his entire body.

“Argh!” Eidolon screamed in agony.

Eidolon teleported away, his wounds healing instantly.

In a flash, JewelBeemon appeared before him again, spear poised for attack. Eidolon summoned another barrier.

“Phase One!” JewelBeemon shouted, driving his spear forward. The spear absorbed the heat and shattered the barrier. Eidolon narrowly avoided being impaled by warping away.

“Die!” Eidolon screamed, unleashing thousands of lasers at JewelBeemon. With superhuman speed and reflexes, JewelBeemon evaded every single one.

The battle became a grueling stalemate.

For JewelBeemon, fighting Eidolon was like running a marathon with a broken leg—painful and worsening with each passing moment. He was accumulating significant damage.

It was also a mental battle, trying to decide which attack to use to break Eidolon's barriers and inflict the most damage. Should he use Spike Buster to attack with a spear that travels at the speed of light, Phase One to absorb the heat from the barrier, or Phase Two to unleash the accumulated heat?

The battle dragged on, feeling like it lasted for hours.

Eventually, Eidolon found a power that could create a barrier capable of effortlessly blocking JewelBeemon’s Spike Buster, as well as both Phase One and Phase Two of Leet’s Tinkertech weapon.

With this near-unbreakable barrier in place, Eidolon relentlessly attacked JewelBeemon with a range of different powers, pushing JewelBeemon to his limits.

JewelBeemon was losing badly and couldn’t even fight back.

But he had one final trick up his metaphorical sleeve.

Standing ten feet from Eidolon, JewelBeemon spoke the words that had once defeated him: “You needed worthy opponents.”

Eidolon cocked his head, puzzled. Slowly, the horrible truth dawned on him.

Eidolon slouched, looking down.

JewelBeemon prepared to attack.

Suddenly, a laser slammed into JewelBeemon.

A rectangular portal opened behind Eidolon, and Alexandria pulled him through, closing the portal behind them.

JewelBeemon stared at the spot where Eidolon had vanished, unable to believe what he had just witnessed. “He got away?”

Legend floated toward JewelBeemon and declared, “I am ending this fight. Bait, you have caused a national panic, accused one of our greatest heroes of a despicable crime, and committed various other offenses, including murder and theft. We are placing you under arrest.”

Alexandria returned, standing next to Legend. “Come with us, or we will use force!”

JewelBeemon had failed to kill Eidolon, and his plan had backfired. He ignored Alexandria and Legend as he muttered to himself, "If only I had killed Eidolon in this battle, I could have prevented so many deaths in the next Endbringer attack... What should I do now?"

Alexandria asked angrily. "Why did you do this? If you're wrong, you've condemned an innocent hero. If you are correct, the PRT will be damaged by this scandal. You should have come to us, and we could have found a solution.”

“Are you scared of the truth, Rebecca?" JewelBeemon asked. ”I know about your sick monster fetish. Why else would you kidnap people and turn them into monstrous Case 53. Legend, your friends are terrible people.”

Alexandria said, “He’s obviously lying, trying to twist the facts.”

JewelBeemon said, "Rebecca, you were a sick child and you hated when the adults lied to you. Isn’t it a cruel sense of irony that you are lying to your dearest friend and the world?”

Suddenly, Alexandria charged at JewelBeemon at full speed.

Casually positioning his spear, JewelBeemon murmured, “Spike Buster.”

He thrust his spear at the speed of light into Alexandria's stomach, sending her flying into the ocean.

Alexandria slammed into the water's surface and disappeared beneath the waves. JewelBeemon waited anxiously, but there was no sign of her resurfacing.

Concerned, he muttered, “Whoops, I might have killed her.”

Legend retaliated, sending thousands of lasers crashing down upon JewelBeemon.

When the barrage ended, Legend's eyes widened in horror as JewelBeemon stood undamaged.

JewelBeemon said. “You are a good person, Legend, but you are a horrible hero. Eidolon created the Endbringers. The rest of Cauldron created Case 53. You do nothing as the world suffers. How can you call yourself a Hero!?!”

Legend stood firm. “I don't know what you're talking about. Eidolon isn’t just a comrade; he’s our friend. We'll protect him from you.”

Alexandria returned looking like a wet cat. She said sternly, “You’re not just fighting us. You’re up against the entire PRT.”

Aircraft shaped like dragons surrounded JewelBeemon, with drones deploying to encircle him.

Narwhal and Exalt appeared in the air beside Dragon.

Dragon's voice echoed from her aircraft. “Bait! Surrender now!”

‘Greg,’ JewelBeemon sent a telepathic message, ‘Armor Digivolve me with the Digimental of Friendship.’

A small portal opened beside JewelBeemon, revealing Master, Uber, and Leet.

JewelBeemon reverted to Wormmon and fell into the ocean.

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Friendship.

Greg commanded, “Digi Armour Energize!"

“Wormmon Digivolve to Togemogumon!” Wormmon shouted.

As Togemogumon emerged, the air grew bitterly cold around Legend, Alexandria, and Dragon. The ocean froze, and they faced a monstrous creature with glowing yellow eyes.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

Greg, Leet and Uber were hiding in a secluded basement tucked away in Brockton Bay.

Inside the base, they had set up a comfortable space with a TV and a couch. Currently playing on the screen was a fierce battle between Legend and Alexandria against Togemogumon, which Leet was meticulously recording with his hidden drones.

Uber, holding a portal gun, turned to Greg with a question, "Hey, Master, can I ask about that new Digivolution form?"

Greg nodded his head, "Sure, go ahead. You guys are sticking your necks out for us. I can at least answer your question."

Uber pondered aloud, "Is Togemogumon a Mega Digimon?"

Greg corrected him gently, "Not exactly. It's not classified as a Mega Digimon, but it definitely has the power of a Mega Digimon. That’s an Armor Digivolution."

Leet interjected with surprise, "So that's an Armor Digivolution! I didn't realize they could be that potent."

Greg explained further, "Turns out Bait and I have a strong affinity for the Digimental of Friendship. When Bait Armor Digivolves with it, his power rivals even that of Mega Digimons."

Leet chuckled skeptically, "So, the power of friendship is going to save the world?"

Greg replied with a knowing smile, "Yes, after all, this is all just Digimon shenanigans."

Uber, still puzzled, questioned, "Digimon shenanigans?"

Greg replied sagely, "Digimon shenanigans," as if it explained everything.

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POV Legend

Togemogumon unleashed its icy power, freezing the ocean and unleashing a deadly snowstorm.

The air was filled with an eerie clicking and crackling, the sound of ice stretching and breaking.

Dragon Aircrafts that dared approach Togemogumon were mercilessly brought down, crashing onto the frozen ocean's surface, instantly encased in ice.

"Legend," a voice crackled through the intercom. "Thirty-five feet from Bait's location is now a lethal cold zone. Entering it means instant freezing. Beware, the cold zone is spreading."

Alexandria's voice was steely. "Hit Bait with everything we've got. We can't allow his Shaker power to grow."

Legend's command was clear. "Everyone, attack from a distance!"

Legend unleashed a torrent of light beam attacks at Togemogumon, each beam a brilliant streak against the stormy sky.

Exalt, the revered Protectorate Hero, renowned for his mastery of wind, conjured a massive tornado and sent it hurtling towards Togemogumon.

Narwhal, the formidable Leader of the Guild, launched a violent crystal forcefield beam, its energy crackling with power.

Dragon Aircrafts launched missiles, their trails arcing through the air toward the icy behemoth.

Togemogumon withstood the onslaught. Legend’s laser beams pelted it, Narwhal’s forcefield slices, and Exalt’s tornado hit. The missiles exploded midair, never reaching their target.

Legend scanned Togemogumon, concerned deepening as he saw no visible damage. This was going to be a grueling fight.

From above, Alexandria dove, her fist slamming into Togemogumon's icy back with immense force. The impact shattered the ground beneath, sending ice and snow flying and a deafening boom echoing across the battlefield.

Legend felt a spark of hope, believing Alexandria’s strike had finally damaged Togemogumon.

As the debris cleared, Alexandria remained in her striking pose, her fist embedded in Togemogon’s icy back.

Legend's hope turned to horror. Alexandria wasn’t moving. Togemogumon slowly tilted, and Alexandria slid off, landing motionless on the hard ocean floor, frozen in the very pose of her attack.

Dragon’s voice crackled through the intercom, “Alexandria is frozen.”

Legend, Narwhal, and Exalt tensed.

Narwhal exclaimed, “That doesn’t make sense! Alexandria wouldn’t freeze. This must be a secondary power it’s using.”

Exalt added, “That’s a Mega Digimon. No wonder Master and Bait were confident they could kill Eidolon. They had an overpowered monster on their side.”

Narwhal asked, “What does Mega Digimon even mean?”

Legend replied, “It means we’re fighting a creature that rivals an Endbringer and could potentially destroy the world.”

Togemogon’s voice cut through the air, “Are you done talking? I will be attacking now.”

Togemogumon shouted loudly, “Hail Machine Gun!”

The crystals on Togemogumon's back shot out like deadly projectiles toward Legend, Exalt, Narwhal, and the Dragon Aircraft.

Legend fired lasers at the incoming ice crystals, shattering a few, but more kept coming. "Retreat!" he yelled, flying back to avoid the barrage.

Narwhal was too slow. An ice crystal pierced her forcefield and lightly touched her. She froze instantly and plummeted to the ocean floor.

Exalt summoned a tornado to deflect the crystals, but one circled around and grazed his back. He froze mid-air and began to fall.

The ice crystals sliced through the Dragon Aircrafts like a knife through butter, leaving a trail of destruction.

A group of crystals caught Exalt and Narwhal, laying their frozen forms on the icy ocean surface.

Togemogumon continued to create more ice crystals, filling the sky with a relentless storm of icy death.

Togemogumon's voice echoed through the air, “Legend, surrender now and stop fighting. I have defeated all your allies and I have no reason to fight you.”

Legend’s voice was defiant. “I will not surrender until my last breath. I will keep fighting!”

Togemogumon chuckled, a sinister sound. “Oh, Legend. A misguided hero, convinced he’s on the side of good.”

Togemogumon conjured an ice mountain beneath his feet and rode it towards Legend.

Feeling the temperature plummet, Legend swiftly retreated, trying to maintain his distance. The ice crystals swarmed around him as Togemogumon advanced.

Legend unleashed a barrage of lasers—millions of them—at Togemogumon. But the Togemogumon remained unscathed. Legend tried every variation—heat, cutting, freezing. He poured more power into his attacks, but Togemogumon didn’t even slow down. Desperation grew as Legend realized the Togemogumon's durability was beyond comprehension.

Legend aimed a wide blast of lasers at Alexandria. He might not be able to defeat Togemogumon, but Alexandria could still find a way.

The heat lasers struck Alexandria, thawing her out. She moved with renewed determination.

Togemogumon turned his attention to her. “Rebecca, do us all a favor and take a nice ice nap.”

He sent thousands of crystal shards hurtling toward Alexandria.

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POV Alexandria

Alexandria saw thousands of crystal shards hurtling towards her.

She bolted, flying at top speed as the shards pursued her like a relentless serpent.

Alexandria flew so fast that she lost track of her speed. Her plan was to outrun the shards.

But no matter how far or fast she flew, the shards kept up. Zigzagging didn’t shake them either.

As Alexandria sped through the chaos, deftly dodging the lethal crystal shards, her mind whirred with plans.

A sudden realization struck her: why had Bait lured Eidolon to the ocean instead of fighting on land? To avoid collateral damage. Master and Bait didn’t want innocent people caught in the crossfire.

She considered her next move carefully. Bait was too powerful to defeat head-on, but his conscience meant he wouldn’t harm innocents.

To Alexanderia's horror, she witnessed Legend getting hit by an ice crystal. The Leader of the Protectorates was frozen solid.

Legend dropped into the frozen ocean.

Alexandria was going to fly and catch, even with ice crystals blocking her.

To Alexandria's relief, the crystal shards collected Legend and placed him on the frozen ocean.

Alexandria kept dodging the ice crystals. Thinking of a plan.

As a last resort, Alexandria decided she could use civilians as shields. If Bait was willing to kill Eidolon, he might risk civilian casualties. However, another plan would be better. She needed a new target.

She devised a plan and shouted, “Door to Master!”

A rectangular door appeared, and Alexandria flew through it.

She found herself in a basement with Master, Leet, and Uber lounging on a couch.

Without hesitation, Alexandria grabbed Master by the collar and hoisted him into the air. “I have you now, Master.”

Greg, dangling helplessly, sighed, “Well, this isn’t going as planned. A little help, guys?”

Uber shrugged, “Dude, she’s way out of our league.”

Leet nodded in agreement. “Yeah, what he said.”

In a desperate move, Greg pulled out a Tinkertech pistol modeled after a Mass Effect weapon and pointed it at Alexandria’s temple. With a click of the trigger, he fired. The bullet bounced off her without leaving a scratch.

Unfazed, Alexandria said. “Any other tricks?”

Greg grinned, reaching for his backup plan. He pulled out a Pokéball and shouted, “Gotta catch ‘em all!” He threw it with dramatic flair, hoping for a miracle.

The Pokéball opened with a flash of red light, and… nothing happened.

“Huh?” Greg blinked in confusion.

“Ahem,” Leet coughed awkwardly. “The Pokéball only shoots out a red light.”

Greg gaped. “Why? I thought it was supposed to capture stuff!”

Leet shrugged. “Budget cuts, man.”

Greg regretted investing in useless Tinkertech gadgets. Meanwhile, Alexandria, unfazed by their antics, shouted, “Door to Bait!”

A portal opened, and she flew through, dragging Greg along with her.

On the other side, Alexandria confronted Bait, holding Greg as a makeshift shield. “Bait!” she shouted, “Return to your pre-evolution form, or I will squash Master like a bug!”

Togemogumon seethed with frustration. “Alexandria, you coward!”

Alexandria tightened her grip on Greg. “Do you want to see your partner’s head explode like a watermelon? One squeeze is all it takes.”

Greg, with a resigned expression, said, “Bait, I’m willing to die if it means saving the world.”

Togemogumon said, “I’m not letting you die. I’d rather see the world burn than lose you.”

Reluctantly, Togemogumon de-digivolved into Wormmon.

Master and Bait had been captured by Alexandria.

Chapter Text

POV Greg.

Both Greg and Wormmon were escorted to the Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ.

Greg was unmasked, stripped of his costume and wearing a white jumper suit.

The room he was in was padded and he was chained to the wall. A toilet was in the corner of the room.

No light was visible and he was in complete darkness. It was freezing cold and worse, it was getting colder as time passed.

Greg tried to alert the guards that it was freezing cold in the room, but the guards ignored him.

Greg huddled in for warmth.

“Ahhchoo!” Greg sneezed loudly.

Wormmon telepathically says, 'Greg, are you okay?’

Greg telepathically replied. ‘I am freezing in here. I think they are trying to turn me into a popsicle.’

Wormmon telepathically said, ‘I’m sorry. I failed.’

‘We’ll get through this.’

Wormmon was silent.

Greg telepathically said. ‘We need to pass the time. Why don’t you tell me the story of Dragon Ball? You probably have it memorized.’

Wormmon replied telepathically, 'OK, Greg.’

Wormmon narrates the story of Dragon Ball to Greg.

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POV Piggot.

The conference room was crowded. Nearly every Brockton Bay Protectorate Hero and the Wards were in the room, the other department heads in Brockton Bay, from Department Security to the Department of Accounting, were in the room.

There were so many people in the room that there weren't even enough chairs and people had to stand.

Piggot felt it in the air. History was happening.

Piggot sat at the head of the table and started to connect to the conference call.

The TV monitor started to display the faces of the other Directors.

Director West
Director Seneca
Director Carr
Director Armstrong
Director Hearthrow
Director Wikins
Director Knox
Director Gilpatrick

Piggot also noted some Directors from other PRT Branches like Director Tagg, in the meeting.

Director Wikins said, “Where is the Chief Director and Triumvirate?”

Director West said, “Chief Director is dealing with international politics and the Triumvirates are still recovering from the battle with M*stubate. All morning, I’ve been talking to the President about this matter. My schedule has been more full than before. I can’t even imagine what the Chief Director is dealing with. She's probably running around putting out fires.”

Director Knox said, “How convenient that the Triumvirate are missing. When they caused this garbage fire. Do you know what the press and news are saying? We staged the Endbringers battles to further our own agenda! Ridiculous hogwash!”

“Let's get straight to the point,” Director Seneca said. “What do we need to do to clean up this disaster?" M*stubate has started a witch hunt.”

Director Piggot said in great pain, “Seneca and West, they don’t call themselves M*stubate. They call themselves Master and Bait.”

Director Hearthrow said, “This is no time for jokes. We need to take action, or the entire situation will be uncontrollable.”

Director Armstrong asked, “Director Piggot, do you believe the Master is telling the truth about Eidolon creating the Endbringers?”

“Honestly,” Director Piggot said. “Their history and the risk they took to warn us. I believe it is true. A similar incident happened when Master and Bait warned the entire city about Bakuda bombings. Even if that incident is a fluke, Master and Bait have taken down Coil’s Organization, ABB and Empire 88 from the city in a single month. It is as if they know the future.”

Director Wikins said, “Can we really believe that Eidolon created the Endbringer? He is one of our greatest heroes!”

Director Tagg said, “We will need to eliminate Eidolon.”

Director Seneca said, “How would we even kill Eidolon?”

Director West said, “No one is killing anyone until we have all the facts. Master and Bait have been captured. We can have WatchDog investigate them and they will tell us the truth.”

Director Hearthrow asked, “What if the truth that WatchDog discovers is that Eidolon created the Endbringers? Everyone in this room knows what is at stake here. This decision can determine if the PRT survives.”

Director Armstrong said, “I am more worried about humanity surviving than my job. If Eidolon did create the Endbringers, we would need to gather more information.”

Director Tagg said, “We will need to nuke Eidolon. Drastic action is required in dire situations.”

All the Directors spoke up, talking about plans and contingencies and then started a shouting match between each other.

Director Piggot had a feeling this would be a long meeting.

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POV Wormmon

Wormmon was in a small animal cage in Armsmaster's Tinkertech lab.

Armsmaster was taking samples of Wormmon and prodding him with metal instruments.

Wormmon felt violated and helpless.

Armsmaster said, “Fascinating.”

Alexandria was watching Wormmon with critical eyes.

Alexandria said to Armsmaster, “You've been examining and giving a wide range of tests on that thing. What exactly is it?”

Armsmaster responded, "Well, it is not a carbon-based lifeform. It’s not an Endbringer either. The best comparison I have is some kind of projection. Bait is all DATA if my reading is accurate. He is not made of atoms like we are, he is made of DATA and some sort of energy. Hmmm, if my theory is right. I might be able to make a copy of this life form.”

Alexandria said, “Is that true?”

Armsmaster said, “I will need to do more tests and further studies.”

Wormmon said, “I would like to speak with a lawyer.”

Alexandria said, “You are not a citizen of the USA. Which means you don’t enjoy those privileges. We can keep you here as long as we want. Daily experiments and a wide range of tests. We can make your stay here uncomfortable. Unless you answer some of my questions.”

Wormmon said. “What do you want to know? I am not answering all your questions, but I don’t want to be experimented on.”

Alexandria asked, “Who created you?”

“Hmmmm. Well, that’s a long story,” Wormmon said. “You know about the Entities? The Fairy Goddess and the Fairy God.”

Alexandria said, “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Wormmon said, "Oh, I know that you know what I am referring to. The source of every Parahuman powers. The FAIRIES. In a strange, twisted way, Eidolon is my uncle.”

Alexandria said, “You are lying.”

“Come on, Rebecca Costa-Brown, or do you want me to refer to you as the Chief Director of the PRT?” Wormmon said in delight. “Let me finish. Eidolon powers come from the dead Fairy Goddess. Eidolon created the Endbringers. Eidolon is considered the creator or parent figure of the Endbringer, you can say he’s the Endbringer Daddy if you get what I’m saying.”

Alexandria said, “What does this have to do with who created you?”

Wormmon said. “The Fairy Goddess and the Fairy God have the same power. Sometimes the powers are funhouse mirror reflections of each other. Examples are Scion’s fuck you beam and Hero’s Tinkertech. Those two powers are a reflection of each other. My creator or my mom's power comes from the Fairy God. Her counterpart power is Eidolon, who gets his power from the Fairy Goddess. My mom created me, so my uncle is Eidolon and my cousins are the Endbringers. What a large family am I right?”

Armsmaster said, “My Lie Detector isn’t working. But Bait is obviously lying.”

Alexandria said, “If that is all true. Who is your mother?”

Armsmaster looked at Alexandria like she was crazy that she would even consider the possibility that Bait wasn’t lying.

Wormmon replied, “I am not telling you.”

Alexandria said, “I don’t think you understand your positions. I can make you go through hell, I can torture you for information and a whole array of experiments are waiting for you.”

Wormmon replied, “Rebecca, I hate you. You experiment on innocent people and turn them into monsters for your sick fetish. You created the PRT, which is horrible at its job and allows villain capes to escape with ease. You committed so many sins that your peers are Hitler, Attila the Hun and Martin Shkreli. Worst of all is your incompetence. Cauldron will fail and if there is an afterlife, I want all of you to burn in hell for the rest of eternity.”

Alexandria said, “I will make you talk.”

Wormmon replied, “You must be glad that Hero died. If he saw the person you are today, he would be disgusted.”

Alexandria didn’t say anything. She went to the table, picked up a remote and pressed it.

Wormmon felt the cage electrifying and it shocked him painfully.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH,” Wormmon cried out in pain. He kept crying out in pain as Alexandria watched him suffer.

Alexandria stopped electrocuting Wormmon when he ceased screaming.

Wormmon felt his body twitch uncontrollably as he curled up into a ball.

Alexandria moved to the cage and said, “Listen to my words. From now on, I am your God. I get to decide if you live or die. So you better choose your words carefully or there will be consequences.”

Wormmon said nothing.

Armsmaster steps back from Alexandria.

Alexandria placed the remote back on the table and walked out of the lab.

Wormmon was crying as his body was shaking from being in so much pain.

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POV Director West

Director West was in his office in the PRT Building in Washington, D.C.

Director West was looking over the destruction that Bait caused fighting the Triumvirate in the Atlantic Ocean.

Thirty miles of ocean were frozen, killing millions of aquatic life. He couldn’t imagine how much damage Bait would cause if he entered the city.

Director West was going to have to talk to Congress, the Senate, and even the President about this event. They would grill him for answers.

Someone was frantically knocking on his door. Before Director West could respond, PRT Agent Smith, Redcoat and Martin entered the room without waiting.

“Director! Did you check your email!” Agent Smith said it with a haunting look on his face. “The time traveler sent you an email message!”

Director West was going to yell at the agents, but the haunting and terrifying look on their faces made him pause.

Director West opened his email and saw that the violent vigilante Master sent him an email. He opened the email and read the content.

Leviathan will attack Washington D.C. tomorrow.

Director West felt his heart drop as he heard the haunting sound of the emergency Endbringers alarm in the distance.

Chapter Text

POV Alexandria.

Alexandria walked through the portal door to a desert with pitch-dark sand. The location of the first battle with Behemoth was in Marun Field, Iran.

Alexandria found Eidolon looking in the distance. She stood next to him.

Alexandria and Eidolon stood amidst the debris, their forms silhouetted against the flickering remnants of desert sunlight.

"Eidolon," Alexandria's voice cut through the silence, clear and composed. "Why here?"

Eidolon turned to her, his eyes haunted and his posture slumped. The weight of countless battles and impossible decisions bore down on him, his once unshakable confidence is now a fragile shell. "Alexandria," he began, his voice trembling. "I need you to do something for me."

She tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze unyielding. "What is it that you need?"

He took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. "I need you to kill me."

The air between them grew still, the gravity of his request hanging heavily. Alexandria's expression remained unchanged, like a statue carved from ice. "No," she said simply, her tone cold but not unkind. "The world still needs you."

"Needs me?" Eidolon's laugh was hollow and broken. "I'm a failure, Alexandria. The Endbringers.. I can't stop them."

"You're not a failure," she replied. "You're our strongest hero. We need you."

He shook his head, despair etched into his features. "I'm not strong enough. I thought I could be the hero the world needed, but I can't even save myself."

Alexandria reached out, her hand resting on his shoulder, firm and steady. "You are strong, Eidolon. Stronger than you know. The Endbringers are relentless, yes, but so are we. So are you."

"I'm scared, Alexandria. I don't know how much more I can take."

For a moment, a flicker of warmth softened her gaze. "I know," she said quietly. "But giving up is not an option. Not for you, not for any of us. We fight, and we keep fighting, because that's what the world needs."

He looked into her eyes, searching for solace and for some glimmer of hope. "What if I'm not enough?"

"You are," she answered with unwavering certainty. "And even if you doubt it, we believe in you. I believe in you."

Eidolon closed his eyes, taking in her words and letting them sink into the depths of his battered spirit. When he opened them again, the resolve was still fragile but present. "I'll try," he whispered. "I'll keep trying."

"That's all we can do," Alexandria replied, her hand squeezing his shoulder before letting go. "And together, we'll find a way."

As they stood in the ruins, two heroes were bound by the weight of the world.

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POV Wormmon.

Wormmon was still in a cage within Armsmaster's Tinkertech lab.

As the alarms blared to life, he watched Armsmaster leave in a hurry.

Wormmon had always planned ahead. He and Greg had devised a backup plan: if things went south, an email would be sent out to warn everyone about Leviathan’s impending attack.

Wormmon was in pain, with an ache pulsating through his entire body.l. He closed his eyes, wishing for the pain to subside with a bit of rest.

The lab fell silent, providing a peaceful backdrop for Wormmon's recovery.

Hours later, the door of the lab creaked open, and the soft pitter-patter of boots echoed in the room.

A cheerful young voice called out to Wormmon, “Bait, I am here to break you out.”

Wormmon opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Weather Girl, known to him as Dinah Alcott.

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POV Greg

Greg shivered in his cold cell.

The door creaked open, and Triumph strolled in.

Greg mumbled sleepily, “Finally! Here to interrogate me, Triumph?”

Triumph chuckled. “You are the biggest troll I’ve ever met, Greg. You told me the Protectorates created the Endbringers. The context was important. You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you? Taking down Shadow Stalker, saving Dinah from Coil, warning us about Bakuda, and defeating every gang in the city. From my perspective, you're just hogging the glory.”

Greg laughed. “It's not my fault you guys wouldn’t listen and work with us. We could have shared some of those heroic deeds. Anyway, lead me to the interrogation room. It’s got to be better than this icebox.”

Triumph shook his head. “I’m not taking you to the interrogation room. I’m getting you out of here. This is a prison break.”

Greg grinned. “You’re my hero.”

Triumph said. “I know. Now, let’s get you out of here.”

----

Greg and Triumph stood atop the roof of the Protectorate HQ, anxiously waiting.

When they spotted Weather Girl's raincoat, both felt a wave of relief wash over them.

As she approached, Greg noticed the purple bruises marring Wormmon's body—clear signs of torture.

Weather Girl, her hands trembling, gently handed Wormmon to Greg.

Greg carefully cradled Wormmon, who looked up and said, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Greg replied, his heart felt horrible about Wormmon's condition.

Then, with a determined look, Wormmon said, “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon.”

A bright light enveloped Wormmon, and he transformed into Stingmon.

Stingmon flexed his hands. “No more injuries.”

Then, he de-digivolved back to Wormmon, fully healed and free of bruises.

“Greg, are you okay?” Wormmon asked.

“I’m better off than you,” Greg replied, concern lacing his voice. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”

“Yeah,” Wormmon sighed. “But it was worth it. I really hate Alexandria, that hardass.”

Weather Girl chimed in, “I saw the numbers. You need to go to Washington D.C., or more people will die.”

Triumph added, “The only reason you’re out of your cell is because everyone’s worried about Leviathan. Plus, Weather Girl is very convincing.”

Wormmon nodded. “Okay, let’s go to Washington D.C. and end this once and for all.”

“No,” Greg said, his voice firm. “You’ve fought every member of the Triumvirate and tried to save the world. Look what happened to you! You were hurt more than I’ve ever seen. The next time, you could die.”

“Greg,” Wormmon said. “The people of this world are suffering under the Triumvirate. Legend turns a blind eye to his friend’s sins. Eidolon causes destruction with the Endbringers. Alexandria’s incompetence is giving me an aneurysm. I’ll crush their hopes and dreams, then throw the biggest party and breakdance on their shattered dreams!”

Triumph shook his head. “You’re the most spiteful person I’ve ever met.”

"I'm not just spiteful, I'm also a lover," Worrmon declared. "As a lover, I love my mom, Greg, the Undersiders, Bulma, and even you two. I love this crazy world that has become my cherished home. Every lover needs to be a fighter. Because what kind of love would it be if I didn't fight to protect it?"

Greg smiled. “Dude, that was very romantic.”

Dinah added, “I think it’s sweet.”

Triumph asked, “Greg and Wormmon, are you two heading to the Endbringer battle?”

Greg gave a wide smile and a thumbs up. “I am also a lover.”

Dinah beamed. “I am a lover too!”

Triumph sighed. “Wormmon, you’re corrupting everyone.”

“Wonderful,” Wormmon shouted, then declared, “Wormmon Warp Digivolve to JewelBeemon!”

A bright light enveloped Wormmon, transforming him into JewelBeemon.

“Come on, Greg,” JewelBeemon said, holding his hand out. “Let's go.”

Greg grabbed JewelBeemon's hand, swiftly, JewelBeemon pulled Greg into his chest and was flying through the air.

The Protectorates HQ Barrier blocked JewelBeemon's path forward. With a swing of his spear, he broke the barrier and flew away.

----

Greg and JewelBeemon returned to their Hero Base.

Waiting in the Hero Base were four packages.

Greg said, “These are all from ROB.”

JewelBeemon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “This is the first time I've ever seen him send more than one package. We are going to the Leviathan battle, and we are going to need all the help we can get.”

Greg opened the four packages.

Digimental of Light. An egg-shaped Digimental that has tucked in wings and bird feet.

Digimental of Hope. An egg-shaped Digimental that has yellow bat-like wings.

Digimental of Miracles. A boxy shaped Digimental and resemblance bulky with an armor design

Greg opened the last package and found a golden ring.

Wormmon saw the ring and said, “That’s a Holy Ring! It’s a busted item that can do a lot of stuff. I know that one of the effects is that if I wear it, it will make me stronger.”

“Awesome,” Greg placed the Holy Ring around Wormmon's neck like a collar. “How much stronger does it make you?”

A note fell from the sky.

Bro the Holy Ring will make the equipped Digimon four times more powerful. Cautious Holy Ring might explode. From Rob.

Wormmon yelled out, “What do you mean it will explode?!”

Greg said in worry, “Should you be wearing the Holy Ring?”

Wormmon said, “I am going to have to risk it, especially since I need the boost in power.”

Greg picked up the Digimental of Light. “Let's get testing the different Digimentals. Maybe one of the new Digivolutions will have useful powers.”

Wormmon said, “Let's do it.”

Greg held the Digimental of Light. "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Quetzalmon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Quetzalmon.

Quetzalmon had the appearance of winged white serpents.

Greg said. "Wow, you're now a beautiful snake. Actually, doesn't your name have to do with the Aztec god?”

Quetzalmon said, "Yes, it does. This form has multiple abilities, such as generating wind, ice and curses.”

Quetzalmon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Greg picked up the Digimental of Hope, held it toward Wormmon and said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bullmon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Bullmon.

Bullmon had the appearance of an armored fighting bull with a red cape.

Greg said, “Oh my god, you're a bull! We are going to have so much fun as a cowboy and his trusting bull! I always wanted a bull!”

Bullmon said, “I feel the power to move mountains! This form feels powerful.”

Bullmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon said, "Okay, that form is addictive.”

“The final Digimetal,” Greg picked up the Digimental of Miracles, held it toward Wormmon and said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Kongoumon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Kongoumon.

Kongoumon resembled a golden beetle with six arms each holding a vajra.

Greg said, “So shiny.”

Kongoumon said, “I can create miracles. If I charge enough power, I can do anything to reality with my vajra.”

Greg said happily and excitedly, “Then can you destroy the Endbringers!?”

Kongoumon said, “Even with the Holy Ring equipped with me, it will take me twenty-five years of storing power to destroy an Endbringer. But I can do practically anything. I have a plan.”

Kongoumon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “Warp Digivolve to JewelBeemon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved to JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon said, “Get in the van, we are going to Washington D.C.”

“I’m confused. Am I driving to Washington D.C.?” Greg said, “I am not going to be able to make it there.”

JewelBeemon said, “I am going to carry the van with you inside the van to Washington D.C. With the speed I am going, I need you to be in the van so you don’t die from the speed I am traveling.”

"Alright, let me get my backup costume!” Greg said. Greg went away to get dressed.

Greg returned dressed as his cape persona Master and went into the flowery van. JewelBeemon lifted the van with Greg in it and flew toward Washington D.C.

Greg's screams could be heard as JewelBeemon moved above supersonic speeds.

----

Less than a minute later.

JewelBeemon reached Washington D.C. and dropped the van in the streets.

JewelBeemon checked on Greg.

Greg was in the back with a dizzy expression. Greg said, “Let’s never do that again. I saw my life pass through my eyes.”

JewelBeemon said sheepishly, “Sorry.”

JewelBeemon carried Greg to a tall building to avoid getting hit by Leviathan’s floods.

JewelBeemon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon said, “Can you evolve me to Kongoumon? You are going to need to use the Digimental of Miracles.”

“Sure,” Greg said. "Digi Armour Energize!"

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Miracles.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Kongoumon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Kongoumon.

Kongoumon said, “I am going to gather power to create a miracle.”

Greg said, “What kind of miracle.”

Kongoumon said, “A miracle that will save us all. Hopefully no one attacks us until Leviathan shows up.”

Kongoumon crossed his legs as he sat down on the rooftop and he started gathering power. He glowed a golden color.

----

POV Legend.

Legend stood in the center of the cape gathering, feeling the weight of the moment. Normally, he’d be pleased to see so many capes volunteering to battle Leviathan, but these were far from normal circumstances.

Eidolon leaned against the wall, attracting wary, hostile glances from many of the capes present, almost as if he were the enemy.

Among the crowd, Legend spotted Bol'shoy Krasnyy, a senior member of the Russian Red Gauntlet. Known as Big Red in English, he was a formidable brute and changer, rivaling Alexandria in strength with incredible regenerative abilities. Rumor had it he survived a nuclear meltdown and served as the muscle for the Red Gauntlet. His mad glint was fixed on Eidolon from across the room.

But Big Red wasn’t the only foreign presence. The Yangban had sent twelve agents, all standing perfectly still. Among them was Number 33, a rare Trump who could deactivate a power with just a glance.

Legend noticed the Sentai Elite, the old Japanese hero team thought to have been destroyed by Leviathan. The primary colors—Blue, Yellow, and Red Sentai Elite—stood ready for battle, their body language showing their determination.

It was almost impossible for Legend to keep track of all the threats aimed at Eidolon. The Travelers, Dark Society, Undersiders, and numerous other groups with grudges against the Endbringers were all present.

Alexandria approached Legend and whispered, “Master and Bait have escaped. They were spotted in Washington D.C.”

Legend grimaced. Bait alone could turn the entire area into a frozen hell. They needed Eidolon or a very good strategy to beat Master and Bait.

“We are not attacking them,” Legend whispered back. “We are hours away from the Endbringers battle. We will lose a direct confrontation, and we will lose the capital.”

Alexandria whispered back angrily, “You don’t think I know that? Master and Bait are going to be very problematic to fight. The other hostile capes can be dealt with, and I have plans set in motion. But we can't beat Bait without Eidolon. If they're smart, the same trick of holding Master hostage won't work twice.”

Once again, Legend found himself making difficult choices.

Chapter Text

POV Greg.

It has been five long hours and Greg and Kongoumon are still sitting on top of a tall building in Washington D.C.

It was raining fiercely as Washington D.C. which was once sunny, was now in a rainstorm with hurricane winds.

The Endbringer Alarm was ringing in the air while Kongoumon was sitting cross-legged and gathering power.

For five hours straight, Kongoumon was gathering power.

Kongoumon opened his eyes and raised all of his golden vajra in the air. “Vajra,” Kongoumon whispered like a prayer.

A golden light went into the sky.

Kongoumon Holy Ring exploded unexpectedly.

“Holy hell!” Greg screamed.

Kongoumon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

Wormmon said sadly, “I tried, we are all going to die...”

Greg said, “What were you trying to do?”

The sky, which was filled with storm clouds, started to open a circular hole and it expanded to cover the entire sky.

Greg couldn’t describe what he was seeing and asked Wormmon. “What is that?”

“My miracle.” Wormmon said, “I opened a rift to the World of Dreams.”

The sky changed and it spread across Washington D.C.

“This is getting too weird,” Greg said. “What is the World of Dreams?”

Wormmon said. “The World of Dreams has the power to transform dreams and emotions into reality. It also means I can digivolve multiple forms simultaneously.”

Greg has a smile on his face. “You mean all your Digivolved Digimon can exist at the same time here?!”

Wormmon said, “Yes. Armor Digivolve me with every Digimental you have.”

Greg shouted, "Digi Armour Energize!!!"

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Kindness.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bucchiemon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Courage.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Shadramon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Knowledge.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Searchmon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Friendship.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Togemogumon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Light.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Quetzalmon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Hope.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bullmon!”

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Miracles.

“Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Kongoumon!”

“Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!”

“Wormmon Warp Digivolve to JewelBeemon!”

Every Digivolution Wormmon has ever Digivolve to was standing with Greg.

Greg shouted, “Let's kickass!”

The Digimons said, “We will save the world!”

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POV Quetzalmon

Quetzalmon was flying at full speed through the air. He passed by people who were frantically trying to get into cover.

Police officers and firefighters carry children to rooftops.

Capes, both heroic and villainous, are prepared to battle a city-destroying monster.

The Undersiders were present and it made Quetzalmon both happy and worried.

On the horizon, a colossal wave was heading toward the city, threatening to destroy everything in its path.

Bastion, Shielder and so many other capes stood in a line, prepared to brace for impact.

Quetzalmon felt a level of determination he had never felt in his life. He was going to save all these brave men and women from the tidal wave. Failure was not an option.

Quetzalmon opened his wings wide and flapped his wings, generating the mother of all gusts of wind so devastating and powerful that it lifted cars and trucks. “Toltec Wind!”

The gust of wind clashed with the tidal wave and pushed the water back.

Everyone collecting breathed a sigh of relief.

Quetzalmon will be the light that guides the world to a better future.

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POV JewelBeemon

JewelBeemon flew above hypersonic speed toward Legend.

Legend saw his approach and sent flurries of light beams at JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon was hit, he continued forward and swung his spear at Legend.

Legend dodged with ease.

JewelBeemon knew he couldn’t easily beat Legend. Legend's speed and experience made him tough to beat. However, Legend couldn’t easily hurt JewelBeemon since he was a Light Attribute Digimon and an Ultimate Digimon on top of that. Legend trying to hurt him with a light attack was like trying to drown a fish with water.

JewelBeemon said, “Can you please give up? I don’t want to fight you.”

Legend said, “You’re the one who attacked me.”

JewelBeemon replied, “Are you going to protect Eidolon even though you know he created the Endbringers?”

Legend said, “He is my comrade and my friend. Won’t you do the same in my position?”

“I would,” JewelBeemon said. “I would rather the world burn than sacrifice my friend. Legend, I admire you. As for the other Triumvirate members, while I understand the reasoning, Alexandria and Eidolon had to do what they needed to do. Both of them are still assholes who act like royalty, and I need to kiss their asses. Honestly. They didn’t tell you about their crimes against nature, not because they wanted to keep you innocent. But if they had told you, you would have left. They needed you.”

JewelBeemon could honestly say Legend was the fourth-strongest parahuman in the world. The other three are held by Eidolon, Contessa and the Fairy Queen. If JewelBeemon wasn’t a light-attribute Digimon, he would lose so fast that it would've been embarrassing.

JewelBeemon didn't even know how he was going to hit Legend. Legend's speed and reflexes were another class of power. Legend couldn't hurt JewelBeemon and JewelBeemon couldn't touch Legend.

“We are at an impasse,” Legend said. “I am not going to betray my friend just because of some pretty words.”

“Hmm, I've been thinking about your actions and the role you fill in the future, you don't really seem like a hero,” JewelBeemon said. “More like the opposite of a hero.”

“Are you calling me a villain?" Legend said. “That is quite insulting coming from a vigilante who follows no laws.”

“You are aware of the Terminus project, right? How your friends want to experiment on Brockton Bay and make a cape warlord rule the city? How Cauldron set it up so Brockton Bay PRT is not getting the assistance the city desperately needs.”

Legend replied by blasting JewelBeemon with lasers.

JewelBeemon allowed the lasers to wash over him like gentle spring rain as he continued talking. “I am just trying to understand you. I am not blaming you for the Terminus Project. After all, you really are powerless to change anything, even though you are so powerful. The opposite of a hero isn't a villain, it is a bystander. Legend, you are a bystander.”

Legend shouted, “I know I made mistakes! I will do everything in my power to make it right!” He continues hitting JewelBeemon with every laser he can.

Legend was hit by hundreds of ice crystals that fell like rain on him and froze him midair, he fell to the ground.

JewelBeemon caught Legend and placed him on the ground.

JewelBeemon said to Legend, “Maybe if you had Eidolon powers, the world wouldn't be this messed up...”

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POV Stingmon

Stingmon hovered in the air, clutching dozens of eggs—the perfect weapon to take down Armsmaster.

Spotting Armsmaster alone on a rooftop, Stingmon swooped in and stood apart from the former leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate.

Armsmaster growled, “It looks like you escaped containment. I'll have to fix that. Bait, you’ve broken the Endbringer Truce, and I'm going to take you down!”

Stingmon responded, “This is a robbery. Hand over the Nano-Thorn halberd,” pulling out a single egg and holding it up menacingly. “Or else I'll crack you like an egg.”

Armsmaster declared with unwavering confidence, “I have analyzed every battle and employed a prediction algorithm to ensure your defeat. There is no move you can make that I haven’t anticipated. This Nano Thorn halberd, crafted with cutting-edge technology, and my suit, designed to withstand even the raw power of an Endbringer, make it impossible for me to lose to you.”

Stingmon replied, “My egg-cellent plan is foolproof.”

With a determined look, Armsmaster darted towards Stingmon, swinging his Nano Thorn halberd. In response, Stingmon launched an egg at his face, splattering a yellow yolk all over Armsmaster's faceplate.

Undeterred, Armsmaster kept charging. He swung his halberd wildly, missing by a mile. Armsmaster tried to wipe the egg off his face, but his vision blurred.

Stingmon kept hitting Armsmaster with eggs. Hitting Armsmaster's shoulder, knee and stomach.

Armsmaster charged and attacked Stingmon. Stingmon lazily sidestepped, and Armsmaster nearly toppled off the building.

Taking advantage of Armsmaster's confusion, Stingmon snatched the halberd from Armsmaster’s grasp with a quick, “Yoink!”

“Give that back!” Armsmaster shouted.

Stingmon reenacted the movie 300 scene and kicked Armsmaster in the chest and yelled, “This is America!”

“Ahhh!” Armsmaster yelled as he tumbled off the building and crashed onto the sidewalk below.

“You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs,” Stingmon quipped before flying away with the newly acquired Nano Thorn halberd.

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POV Searchmon

Searchmon was searching and gathering intelligence.

He communicated to every Digimon the location of their target.

Currently, Searchmon was jumping from building to building, looking for the Travelers.

Searchmon used his power to detect sounds. A wireframe image of the entire block was opened up to him.

Searchmon saw Trickster, Sundancer, Genesis and Ballistic standing on a building.

Searchmon hurriedly went to the Travelers by jumping toward them and landing in front of the team.

The Travelers saw Seachmon and immediately were in defensive positions. Searchmon hurriedly said, "Wait, I am not here to attack you guys! Oh wow, you guys look so cool! Damn, Accord really knows the costumes! Oh no, I am getting sidetracked. I want to make a deal with you guys!”

Trickster stepped forward and said, “What kind of deal?”

“Send Noelle against Leviathan. At least stall Leviathan so me and other Digimons can kill Eidolon and end this madness once and for all. In exchange, I will heal Noelle when the battle is over.”

Searchmon was being truthful about healing Noelle. Kongoumon could create any miracle if he had gathered enough power. Miracles that were possible because of science and technology didn’t take much time to gather power to create the miracles. Miracles that were impossible to recreate with science and technology, such as teleportation, the resurrection of the dead and time travel, would take hours to decades.

Trickster yelled, “Are you trying to get Noelle killed?! Are you lying about healing her?!”

“Krouse,” Searchmon said, “I know everything. How your group was stranded in this world. I know the road the Travelers have walked with blood, sweat, and tears you people shed in that lonely darkness. I Bait, who is on a quest to save this doomed world, promises you that I will heal Noelle! I have the power and I need your help to save this city! Please accept my deal, Travelers from another world!”

Searchmon lowered his head.

The Travelers said nothing, looking gobsmacked at Searchmon.

Sundancer said, “Krouse. I think he is serious about saving Noelle.”

Ballistic said, “Master and Bait have a reputation, they took on the PRT and even predicted the Endbringer was coming here. This can be our chance.”

Trickster said, “Don’t you think I know that?! We have suffered so much looking for a cure! Now it falls on our lap!? There has to be a trick!”

Genesis said, “He wants Noelle to fight Leviathan. This is a deal. Regardless of whether he is telling the truth or not, he knows us. He could have blackmailed us, but he offered to heal Noelle instead. I want to accept it and end this nightmare once and for all.”

The Travelers looked at Trickster with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Trickster turned to Searchmon and said, “We accept your deal. If you backstab us, you will regret it.”

Searchmon said, “Thank you for putting your trust in me. I promise you won’t regret it.”

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POV Shadramon.

Shadramon's rage boiled over, his eyes gleaming with a manic fury. This Digivolution, he theorized, was the most bloodthirsty and short-tempered, a fact that resonated deeply as he aimed to incinerate Alexandria.

"Flare Buster!" he roared, launching two massive fireballs at the airborne Alexandria. The flames engulfed her, but she emerged unscathed.

Without hesitation, Alexandria surged towards Shadramon at blinding speed. Shadramon retreated, unleashing a relentless barrage of fireballs. "Flare Buster! Flare Buster! Flare Buster!" he screamed, each attack aimed squarely at her face.

Alexandria shielded herself from the fiery onslaught. "You dare break the Endbringer Truce!" she snarled.

"You colossal cunt!" Shadramon bellowed. "You create our problems and then get in our way of fixing them!"

As Alexandria closed in, Shadramon pointed his cannon downward, unleashing a concentrated jet of flames that propelled him skyward like a rocket. Alexandria followed, matching his explosive speed, and swung a powerful punch at him.

Shadramon knew a single hit from her could end everything. "Psychic Wave!" he shouted, releasing a wave of psychic energy that hurled Alexandria back. Seizing the moment, he pointed his cannon at her and screamed, "Endless Flare Buster!"

Fireballs erupted from his cannon in rapid succession, engulfing Alexandria in a sea of flames. She struggled for breath as the fire consumed the oxygen around her.

"Are you trying to destroy this world?" she shouted through the inferno.

"I will change the world by burning the witch who caused so much suffering! Go to the burning pit of hell, you colossal cunt!" Shadramon retorted, his voice dripping with venom.

In a burst of inhuman speed, Alexandria endured the fireballs, closing the distance and grabbing Shadramon by the wrist. With a sickening crunch, she snapped it.

"Arrrgh!" Shadramon screamed, his voice raw with pain and fury.

"You really love to talk," Alexandria spat back, her eyes cold. "You have no idea what I have sacrificed or who I am. How dare you judge me?"

With a savage roar, Shadramon slammed his head into hers, the impact nearly cracking his own skull. “SHUT UP YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! I know everything! You are one of the most POWERFUL capes in the entire world! It doesn’t fucking mean that you're right! I know about the Nemesis Project, where you plan to send innocent Cape 53 to their deaths! I know about the Terminus Project, where you sacrifice Brockton Bay! Did you forget your organization created Greyboy and Shatterbird?! You say it for the greater fucking good! But I know how it ends, you colossal controlling bitch! You and every Cauldron member end up failing to save the world! The worst part is that someone else saved the world you wanted to steal the credit. No, the cold hard truth is that you're like an abusive parent who takes the credit for their children's accomplishments! If the past child of yourself saw the monster you have become today, she would have never taken the Vial! You disgusting, abusive fucking cunt!”

Alexandria's fist pierced through Shadramon's chest, exiting the other side.

"I did what was necessary," Alexandria said coldly. "Regrettably, there was sacrifice."

Shadramon, ignoring the searing pain, let his rage consume him. If he was going to die, he was going to take her with him. His body erupted into an inferno, a blazing red sun. "HAHAHAHA!" he laughed maniacally.

Struggling for breath as the flame consumed the oxygen, Alexandria yanked her hand free and flew back.

Shadramon knew that it would take courage to end tyranny. He said, "Feel my wrath.”

Shadramon ascended, then hurtled toward Alexandria, slamming his sun-like form into her. Shadramon was like a meteor, his flames scorching as hot as his anger.

Alexandria stood still in scorching flames. In the midst of the flames, Alexandria struggled to breathe as she held her breath. She thrust her hands into the inferno, grasping Shadramon's head. With a fierce twist, she snapped his neck.

Shadramon's form dissolved into data, breaking apart into ones and zeros.

"I won," Alexandria gasped, struggling to breathe.

Hundreds of ice crystals fell from the sky, hitting Alexandria before she could recover.

Alexandria was frozen solid and fell down toward the unforgiving ground.

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POV Dragon.

Dragon’s processors hummed quietly as she monitored the battlefield. Eidolon was fighting the Yangban, his powers flickering unpredictably as he faced the group of highly coordinated parahumans. From her remote location, Dragon controlled a fleet of drones, each equipped with non-lethal weaponry, to keep the Yangban at bay while Eidolon tried to regain control.

As she orchestrated the defense, Dragon couldn’t help but reflect on the recent rumors swirling around Eidolon—theories claiming he had created the Endbringers. The notion seemed utterly ludicrous to her. She had analyzed the data, reviewed countless simulations, and found nothing to support the accusation.

There’s no solid evidence, she mused, directing a drone to intercept a Yangban member attempting to flank Eidolon. How could anyone think Eidolon is behind those monstrous beings?

The idea seemed to have taken root after a recent skirmish with Master and Bait, who had broadcast the messages that set the Cape community abuzz with speculation. Dragon had considered all possibilities, but the more she analyzed it, the more she was convinced this was another one of the Simurgh’s plots—a carefully orchestrated attempt to destabilize their ranks by turning them against one of their strongest allies.

It’s a clever move, Dragon admitted to herself. Target Eidolon, sow distrust, and watch as others line up to take him down.

Even now, as Eidolon fought, she could see how effective the plan was. The Yangban wouldn’t normally dare to attack someone of his caliber, but the rumors had emboldened them and made them believe they could eliminate a supposed threat to the world.

Dragon deployed another wave of drones to cover Eidolon’s retreat, firing suppressive shots that forced the Yangban to scatter. Her primary directive was to protect humanity, and right now, that meant safeguarding Eidolon from both the Yangban and the insidious whispers that threatened to unravel him.

If only they could see the truth, Dragon thought. Eidolon is not the enemy. The real danger lies in falling for the Simurgh’s deceptions.

As the skirmish continued, Dragon resolved to uncover the full extent of the Simurgh’s machinations. She knew the truth was out there, hidden beneath layers of fear and misinformation, and she was determined to find it.

The Anti-Endbringer Dragon’s Craft soared over the battlefield, a sleek and powerful machine equipped with the latest in cutting-edge weaponry. She was up against twelve members of the Yangban, a formidable force that was trained to fight in perfect synchronization. Despite the odds, Dragon remained focused, determined to protect Eidolon and neutralize the threat.

Her voice echoed through the craft's loudspeakers, broadcasting a warning to the Yangban below. "This is Dragon. You are attacking a Protectorate member. Cease your actions immediately, or I will be forced to respond with lethal force."

The Yangban, however, showed no signs of retreat. Instead, they unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts, crackling with energy as they arced toward the craft. Dragon's Aircraft was made of a metal material that was highly lightning resistant. The special metal were dispersing the lightning bolts harmlessly.

Lethal force was authorized, Dragon thought, as her internal systems were recalibrated for combat. She unleashed a hailstorm of bullets from the turbo-gatling gun, capable of firing 100,000 rounds per minute.

The Yangban materialized a portal in front of them, redirecting the shot harmlessly into the sky.

Dragon tracked their movements, launching a barrage of miniature missiles, each packing the power of a full-sized missile.

Explosions rocked the battlefield as the Yangban dodged and regrouped. Suddenly, a bus appeared above Dragon’s craft, hurled through a portal by one of the Yangban’s abilities. It crashed onto the wing, tearing through metal and circuitry.

'Wing compromised. Damage critical.' Dragon assessed, maintaining control even as alarms blared. She needed a new strategy.

Activating her containment foam grenades, Dragon deployed a series of grenades, each designed to capture and immobilize her opponents. The foam ensnared four of the Yangban, trapping them. Number 33, who had the Trump ability to deactivate parahuman powers, was also captured in the containment foam.

Realizing the craft was too damaged to continue the fight, Dragon initiated the self-destruct sequence.

The battle ended in a blinding flash. The four trapped Yangban members, including Number 33, were killed in the explosion.

Dragon had succeeded in eliminating Number 33, the most problematic Yangban member. With this victory, she hoped Eidolon and the other Protectorate members would be able to defeat the rest.

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POV Chevalier

Chevalier stood in the middle of the deserted street, facing the hulking figure of Big Red. The once-human Russian had transformed into a ten-foot-tall, crimson-skinned giant, his muscles bulging with every movement. Big Red roared with fury, his only goal being to destroy Eidolon and anyone standing in his way.

Chevalier's armor gleamed under the flickering streetlights as he tightened his grip on his cannonblade. He could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of the coming clash between raw power and refined skill.

Big Red lunged forward, his massive fists pounding the asphalt with enough force to crack it. Chevalier remained calm, his mind assessing every possible move as he adjusted his weapon's properties.

As Big Red charged, Chevalier swung his cannonblade, enhancing its sharpness with his power. The blade sliced through the air, meeting Big Red’s arm with a metallic clang. The cut was deep, drawing a roar of pain and anger from the giant.

Chevalier moved back from Big Red’s fist.

Undeterred, Big Red retaliated by tearing a car from the roadside and hurling it at Chevalier with terrifying speed. Chevalier reacted swiftly, altering his blade's weight. As he swung, the cannonblade felt as light as a feather, allowing him to maneuver it with ease. At the moment of impact, he increased its mass, sending the car hurtling back toward Big Red with the force of a cannonball.

The vehicle crashed into Big Red, causing him to stagger backward, but he quickly regained his footing. Chevalier noted the rapid pace of Big Red’s regeneration, though it was noticeably slower than in their past encounters.

'He’s aging.' Chevalier realized, observing how the wounds closed at a slower rate. 'His powers are waning, but he’s still dangerous.'

Big Red roared again and charged, swinging wildly with fists, kicks, and elbows. Each attack was a blur of motion and power, but Chevalier’s reflexes were honed to perfection. He dodged every strike, moving with a fluid grace that belied the weight of his armor.

Using his power, Chevalier extended his blade's reach, slashing at Big Red’s exposed sides and legs, forcing the monster to retreat with every cut. With each attack, he kept Big Red off balance, exploiting his rage-fueled recklessness.

With a quick adjustment, Chevalier altered the ammunition in his cannonblade. The bullets morphed into elongated spikes, designed to penetrate and lodge deep within the target. He aimed the cannon at Big Red's legs and fired, the spikes shooting out with incredible velocity.

Big Red roared as the spikes embedded themselves into his legs, their serrated edges making it difficult for him to heal properly. The monster staggered, his movements hindered by the sharp projectiles that now acted as anchors, slowing him down.

Despite the pain and the impediments, Big Red refused to give in. Driven by rage and desperation, he began to crawl toward Chevalier, dragging himself across the broken street. His face twisted with anguish as he shouted, his voice echoing with raw emotion.

"Behemoth destroyed Moscow, and I lost everything I loved!" Big Red’s voice cracked, his anger boiling over into tears. "My beloved wife and children, I would do anything to get them back! I vant to see them so badly, it hurts! Ven they died, the best part of me died with them! I tried! I tried so hard to get revenge for them! To kill Behemoth! But I failed. In every battle, I failed! Nothing is left for me in this world! So kill me if you must, but I vill do everything to kill Eidolon!"

Chevalier's heart pounded in his chest as he faced Big Red. "I am not going to kill you," he said, his voice steady but full of empathy.

Big Red looked up at him with weary eyes. "No matter what, I will die," he replied, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I have cancer from battling Behemoth. Either kill me, or I kill you."

With grim determination, Big Red pulled the spike from his leg, ready to continue the fight despite his injuries.

Chevalier knew he had to make a choice. Steeling himself, he stepped forward, swinging his blade with precision. In one swift motion, he severed Big Red's neck, ending the life of the Russian parahuman.

Big Red's head fell to the ground, followed by his body, a final release from his suffering.

Chevalier tossed his sword away and screamed in anger and frustration.

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POV Eidolon.

Eidolon stood motionless. his heavy heart burdened by the weight of his own failures. Despite the turmoil within him, he faced the Sentai Elite with a calm exterior.

The Sentai Elite approached Eidolon. The Red Ranger, wielding a sword that glowed ominously, led the charge. The Blue Ranger fired his twin pistols with precise aim, while the Yellow Ranger prepared to deliver a powerful kick.

Eidolon activated his barrier, and it materialized with a shimmering, protective glow. The Red Ranger's sword struck with impressive force, but the barrier absorbed the impact effortlessly. The Blue Ranger’s bullets, though enhanced in weight, simply ricocheted harmlessly off the shield. The Yellow Ranger’s kick, aimed with great power, merely caused the barrier to shimmer without breaching it.

As the Sentai Elite continued their assault, Eidolon noted how their attacks, while coordinated, were unable to penetrate his defenses. The barrier remained steadfast, repelling their efforts with ease.

They’re like a cluster, a family with similar powers, he mused.

Eidolon decided to employ a power that induced sleep. He activated the sleep power, sending out a wave of calming energy to the Sentai Elites.

Within moments, the Sentai Elite’s resistance crumbled. One by one, they fell to the ground, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to sleep. The once-ferocious and coordinated attack turned into a synchronized collapse as the Rangers drifted into unconsciousness.

Eidolon wondered who was going to fight him now.

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POV Skitter

Skitter’s insects buzzed around her, a constant, comforting hum in the back of her mind. She could feel their tiny legs and wings, their compound eyes perceiving the world in ways she couldn’t. They were her eyes and ears, her shield and her weapon. She reached out mentally, directing a few scouts to check the perimeters, ensuring there were no surprises lurking in the shadows.

The Undersiders were tense, their usual banter was subdued.

Skitter was riding Rachel's monstrous dogs with the other Undersiders, her heart pounding in her chest. Despite the lack of rain, the city was already slowly being flooded, with water creeping up the streets and pooling in low-lying areas.

Taylor, under her mask, took a deep breath and sent out her swarm to explore the area and establish a perimeter. Thousands of insects fanned out in all directions, their collective senses feeding back to her with information about the surroundings. She could feel the subtle vibrations in the ground as the capes moved into position, preparing for the fight of their lives.

“Keep alert.” Grue’s voice rumbled through the darkness of his shroud. “He could come from any direction.”

Regent shifted uneasily, his usual smirk replaced with a rare expression of concern. “No one’s ready for this,” he muttered.

“I don’t think anyone ever is,” Tattletale replied, her voice steady but strained. Her eyes darted around, calculating and analyzing every possible outcome.

Skitter’s swarm detected a sudden, massive disturbance in the water. She felt it before she saw it—a titanic force moving through the flooded streets.

Leviathan appeared.

Without warning, he struck, his claw slicing through the air and tearing through a group of capes like they were paper.

The armbands given to every cape started to beep urgently. “Crease Deceased. Houdini Decreased. Scribble Deceased,” the mechanical voice announced.

Chaos erupted. Capes scrambled to counterattack with blasts of energy and bullets flying through the air, but Leviathan was relentless. He moved with a speed and ferocity that defied his massive size, each strike sending shockwaves through the waterlogged streets. The armbands continued their grim litany. “Cosmo Deceased. Brine Deceased.”

Skitter’s breath caught in her throat as she witnessed the devastation. She directed her swarm to attack Leviathan, the insects biting and stinging in a desperate attempt to distract the monster. But it was like trying to slow a tidal wave with a handful of sand.

“Apparition Downed. Angel Deceased.” The armbands continued, each name a punch to the gut, a reminder of the stakes of this battle.

“We need to retreat!” Grue shouted, his darkness billowing out to provide cover for their retreat.

Skitter nodded, her mind racing. They needed a plan, a way to survive this onslaught. As she and the Undersiders fell back, the sounds of battle and the relentless announcements from the armbands filled the air. The fight was far from over, and the cost was already unimaginably high.

A giant bull appeared, looked at the Undersiders waved his hoof and said. “Hi mom!”

The giant bull dashed toward Leviathan.

Tattletale nervously grinned and said to Skitter, “That was Bait.”

“WHAT!” Skitter said, as her swarm followed the giant bull, “He should be running away from danger, not toward it!”

Regent said, “You should totally ground him.”

Skitter admitted she liked the sound of that idea.

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POV Bullmon

Bullmon had learned of the Endbringers and their unrelenting destruction. Billions of lives have been affected, futures stolen, and hopes crushed. The Endbringers had ended countless lives, and Bullmon was determined to make a stand. He had once failed to stop Eidolon, a mistake that haunted him. Now, he was here to rectify that loss.

Spotting Leviathan charging toward him, Bullmon's resolve hardened. He braced himself, shouting with all his might.

Bullmon shouted, "Matador Dash!"

Surging forward at incredible speed, Bullmon's horns glinted as they aimed upward, crashing powerfully into Leviathan and pushing the Endbringer back. Leviathan snarled and swiped its claws at Bullmon, but the Digimon bull was undeterred.

Thousands of ice crystals began to fall from the sky, pelting Leviathan's back, arms, and head, slowly encasing the Endbringer in a frosty prison.

The ice crystals were from Togemogumon. A single ice crystal could freeze a Triumvirate in an instant. Leviathan was an unimaginable monster to be able to move after getting hit by thousands of ice crystals.

Bullmon seized the opportunity.

Bullmon: "Matador Dash!"

Bullmon charged again, driving Leviathan back until the Endbringer crashed through a building and then several more. Leviathan's unfrozen claw slammed roughly into Bullmon's back, creating a crater on impact.

Struggling to his feet, Bullmon's determination blazed brighter than ever. He shouted once more.

Bullmon shouted, "Matador Dash!"

Bullmon charged forward, pushing Leviathan back further. The ice crystals continued to fall, but Leviathan conjured a curtain of water to block them. Breaking free from the ice around its body, Leviathan grabbed Bullmon by the horns.

Slice!

Stingmon flew down, cutting off Leviathan's arms.

Bullmon shouted, "Matador Dash!"

Bullmon charged again, driving Leviathan back even further. The Endbringer summoned a massive tsunami, but Quetzalmon swooped down in front of Bullmon, unleashing a powerful wind attack.

Quetzalmon shouted, "Toltec Wind!"

The tsunami dissipated under the force of Quetzalmon's winds. As Quetzalmon flew back up, Bullmon charged once more.

Bullmon shouted, "Matador Dash!"

With unyielding force, Bullmon pushed Leviathan through multiple buildings. Leviathan clawed and sliced at Bullmon, but the bull refused to stay down. Each time he rose, he fought harder and stronger.

After all, hope dies last!

Noelle collided with Leviathan, a maelstrom of flesh and fury.

Despite Leviathan's immense strength, Noelle's grip, bolstered by the Digimons' united efforts, held firm.

Ice crystals descended from the sky, encasing Leviathan in a freezing grip.

Stingmon swooped in, slashing at Leviathan with his Nano-Thorn halberd.

Leviathan retaliated, conjuring surges of water and water clones, but Quetzalmon dispersed them with powerful gusts of wind.

Bullmon charged, driving Leviathan back towards Noelle.

A light began to intensify on the horizon, brighter than the sun.

Bullmon realized it was Sundancer, harnessing her immense power.

Searchmon sent a telepathic message asking the Digimon battling Leviathan to guide the Endbringer toward Sundancer.

At that moment, Bullmon knew what he had to do.

"Matador Dash!" Bullmon bellowed.

He rammed into Leviathan, forcing the monstrous being toward Sundancer’s impending attack.

Leviathan retaliated, smashing Bullmon with his colossal claws.

Bullmon's vision blurred as he was battered again and again, with each strike pushing him closer to the brink of unconsciousness.

In those fleeting moments, Bullmon thought of Taylor. He had always believed she was destined to save the world if he fell. That belief had driven him to allow her to confront Lung, Bakuda, and even the Empire 88. To him, she was hope.

Yet Bullmon realized he had been selfish, fearing the burden of saving the world alone.

An epiphany struck him. He needed to win this battle because...

Bullmon surged forward, pushing Leviathan back. The ground beneath them shattered.

Leviathan, sensing the plan, resisted with ferocious strength.

But Bullmon’s resolve was unshakable... Because... He wanted to share the burden of saving the world with Taylor.

Bullmon drew in a deep breath and roared with all his heart and soul and bellowed out, “MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOO!”

With one final, mighty push, Bullmon forced Leviathan into Sundancer’s path.

Sundancer's attack descended, engulfing both Leviathan and Bullmon in scorching light.

As the searing heat washed over him.

It felt like victory.

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POV Togemogumon

Togemogumon’s first move was to conjure a towering pillar of ice, propelling himself and Greg away from the city to avoid freezing the area with his mere presence.

Ten miles above the ground, Togemogumon unleashed his Hail Machine Gun attack, creating thousands of ice crystals in the sky.

From his vantage point, he was like a sniper, targeting foes with precision ice attacks. He seemed to sense his alternate digivolutions, seeing through their eyes and even communicating with them telepathically.

The other Digimon coordinated flawlessly, swiftly defeating their enemies.

Alexandria and Legend fell, frozen solid by Togemogumon's icy assault.

He then turned his attention to Leviathan’s thin, battered frame, still reeling from Sundancer’s attack.

Togemogumon couldn’t fathom how Bullmon had survived, but there was no time to ponder.

Determined to encase Leviathan in ice, he commanded the millions of floating ice crystals to descend upon the Endbringer.

The crystals surged towards Leviathan, piercing and burying the creature in a glacial prison.

As the crystals accumulated, they formed a colossal sphere, lifting Leviathan from the ground.

The ice sphere grew larger and larger, with more crystals joining the fray.

Leviathan struggled, but in its weakened state, it was no match.

The sphere, immense and glittering like a giant disco ball, hovered in the sky.

Despite Leviathan’s furious attempts to break free, the ice held firm.

Greg said next to Togemogumon, “You just beat Leviathan!”

Togemogumon replied, “I sealed Leviathan, I did not defeat him...”

Togemogumon continued to unleash his Hail Machine Gun, ensuring that Leviathan would remain trapped until Eidolon, the creator, was slayed.

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POV Bucchiemon

Eidolon was standing on the sidewalk amidst the wreckage.

Bucchiemon approached him quietly.

“I thought I could beat him, you know?” Eidolon’s voice broke the silence, rough with fatigue and something deeper. He didn’t look at Bucchiemon but instead watched the large sphere of ice in the sky that trapped Leviathan.

“But you were the one who stopped him, who trapped Leviathan with ice. I should feel relieved, triumphant and even grateful.” Eidolon’s voice turned bitter, a whisper of contempt aimed at himself. “Instead, all I felt was envy. Jealousy, gnawing at my insides.”

Bucchiemon kept quiet.

“It disgusts me,” Eidolon continued, finally turning to meet Bucchiemon’s gaze. “I’ve seen you fight, I saw how you took down Lung with that form. Bait, you must have a plan to stop me—to kill me. And when I saw you, I knew. I was ready.”

Bucchiemon shifted, his soft voice cutting through the rain. “And what do you want now, Eidolon?”

“To die.” The admission fell from Eidolon’s lips, raw and unguarded. “I created the Endbringers from my twisted ego, from a need to be the greatest. And now, all this destruction… It's my fault. I can’t live with that anymore. But I’m too much of a coward to end it myself.”

Bucchiemon said gently. “Your actions show you’re a hero, not a monster.”

“Please,” Eidolon whispered, his voice breaking. “Save this world from me.”

Bucchiemon stepped closer, his small hands forming a heart shape in the air. “Heavy Beam,” Bucchiemon said softly, and a pink beam of light shot from his hands.

The beam struck Eidolon, enveloping him in its soft radiance. He felt the energy seep into him, not with the harshness of an attack but with a calming, weakening effect on his will to fight.

Eidolon felt his knees weaken beneath him as the Heavy Beam enveloped him. Despite his power’s attempts to form a defense against the attack, they were unable to find a way to resist its influence.

From above, countless ice crystal shards descended from the sky, glinting like diamonds as they rained down. Thousands upon thousands struck Eidolon's barrier, each impact resonating like a tolling bell. His powers instinctively shifted focus to defense, reflecting and deflecting the relentless barrage.

Yet, despite his efforts, the combined assault of the Heavy Beam and the falling ice overwhelmed him. Eidolon could feel his defenses crumbling.

The ice crystal shard struck Eidolon, piercing through his barrier with a sinister hiss. It lodged itself into his back, and Eidolon gasped, his eyes wide with shock. The freezing cold spread quickly and turned him into a frozen statue.

The ice crystals kept falling from the sky onto Eidolon and with a sound like shattering glass, the frozen Eidolon statue crumbled into hundreds of pieces.

Bucchiemon said softly, “Farewell Eidolon.”

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POV Togemogumon

Togemogumon watched as Leviathan shattered the ice sphere that had held him captive.

Togemogon braced for Leviathan’s next move.

The Endbringer stood eerily still, a menacing silence hanging in the air.

If Leviathan attacked, Togemogumon was ready to drive an ice shard straight up the Endbringer ass and unleash a storm of ice shards from the sky to trap him once more before finding and unleashing the full force of String Theory or Fletchette’s power.

Leviathan's gaze locked onto Togemogumon.

Togemogumon met Leviathan’s stare, unwavering.

As tense minutes passed, Togemogumon finally stepped forward, breaking the silence with a single word, "Peace."

Leviathan understood and turned away, retreating from Washington D.C. and vanishing into the water depths.

Togemogumon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been ready to face death today, but it seemed he would live to see another day.

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POV Noelle

A golden beetle with six hands holding vajra was in front of Noelle.

Noelle felt the constant gnawing hunger deep in her soul—a monstrous craving that had defined her existence for too long. The abyss within her consumed everything good.

Kongoumon raised his six vajra toward Noelle and said, “Vajra.”

A golden light enveloped Noelle, warm and soothing. She felt it deep into her being, reaching the darkest corners of her soul and unraveling the twisted threads of pain and fear.

The transformation was immediate and profound. The monstrous cravings that had tormented her for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of peace. The insatiable hunger that had driven her to madness was gone, leaving her feeling whole and human.

Noelle was healed, she had her old body back. It was a miracle.

Tears streamed down Noelle's face as she realized the magnitude of what had happened. She was free. Free from the monstrous desires, free to be herself again. It was as if she had been reborn and given a second chance to live.

Her friends, the Travelers, had been watching, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. Now, seeing Noelle standing there, whole and healed, they rushed to her side, their faces radiant with joy. Tears flowed freely as they enveloped her in a group hug.

Krouse whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You're healed. My god, you’re healed."

For the Travelers it felt like they had woken up from a nightmare.

Their celebration was interrupted as another Digimon arrived.

A red fairy-esque digimon arrived. Carrying something in a wrapped cloth.

“Hello, Travelers,” Bucchiemon greeted, his voice tinged with urgency. “Can Sundancer burn this?”

Sundancer stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the object wrapped in cloth. “What is that?”

Bucchiemon’s expression was grave as he replied, “Eidolon’s remains. The Endbringers will try to bring him back. If they succeed, more Endbringers will be released into this world. We need to burn him to ashes.”

A shiver ran down Sundancer’s spine, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Alright,” she said, her voice steady despite her apprehension.

Bucchiemon carefully placed the wrapped cloth containing Eidolon’s remains on the ground and stepped back, giving Sundancer the space she needed.

With a deep breath, Sundancer summoned her power, a brilliant orb of fire materializing in her hands. The sun orb burned intensely, radiating heat and light as she tossed it toward the cloth.

Everyone watched in silence—Bucchiemon, Kongoumon, and the Travelers—as the fire engulfed Eidolon’s remains. The flames roared and crackled, consuming the cloth and the body within until there was nothing left but ashes.

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POV Stingmon.

Stingmon swooped down, spotting the Undersiders amid the chaos as they helped people out of a crumbling building.

“Mom?” Stingmon called out, a mix of relief in his voice. “I’m glad you made it.”

Stingmon knew it was nothing short of a miracle that he had survived this long. Even with the support of R.O.B., the knowledge of the future, and the immense potential that came with being a Digimon, Earth Bet was a treacherous place. Stingmon had faced setbacks and made mistakes, but it was the kindness and support of others that had carried him through those dark times and brought him this far.

When Bait first arrived in this world, Greg held his hand out to help him. The Undersiders supported him in his efforts to take down the ABB. Uber and Leet decided to join him in his crazy plan to assassinate Eidolon. Triumph and Weather Girl helped him escape captivity from the Brockton PRT. The Travelers assisted him against Leviathan. Bait's victory wasn't his alone.

Bait only got this far with the help of others.

Skitter turned and said, “It’s good to see you too.” She replied. “Can you lend a hand? We’re trying to get these people to safety.”

Stingmon glanced upward, noting the fading World of Dreams. “I’m running out of time here, but I brought you something.”

He handed Skitter a sleek, futuristic weapon—a Nano-Thorn halberd.

Skitter frowned, examining the weapon. “What is this?”

“I swiped it from Armsmaster,” Stingmon said with a hint of pride. “It’s powerful enough to hurt an Endbringer.”

Tattletale raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t he have put a tracker on it?”

Stingmon shrugged, unfazed. “It’s still an incredible weapon. I’m sure you’ll figure out a workaround. Mom, next time, I hope we have longer conversations. There's a lot I want to talk to you about.”

With that, Stingmon gave them a final nod and took off into the sky.

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POV Dragon.

Satellites tasked with tracking the Endbringers and monitoring the S-Class Threats were sending alarming updates.

Leviathan had retreated from Washington, D.C., and was now heading toward the depths of the Mariana Trench.

Simurgh had exited Earth's orbit and settled in Antarctica.

Behemoth had surfaced in the Gobi Desert, much to the dismay of the CUI.

Oddly, the Endbringers were not attacking anyone—a development more unsettling than comforting.

The recent speculation that Eidolon had created the Endbringers was the leading theory behind their strange behavior.

As Dragon reviewed the data, she noticed a chilling correlation with Eidolon's death.

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POV Legend.

When Legend opened his eyes, he found Prism, his second-in-command, watching over him.

“Sir, are you awake?” Prism asked.

Legend replied groggily, “What hit me?”

He realized he was in a hospital bed.

“Bait,” Narwhal said curtly.

Legend looked around the hospital room. Narwhal was leaning against the door, while Chevalier sat on another bed with Miss Militia. Exalt stood in the center of the room, looking agitated.

“Of course,” Legend groaned. “Leviathan?”

“People are saying Bait told him to leave,” Prism said. “And Leviathan listened. He just walked away.”

Legend paused, unable to believe his ears. “Leviathan walked away? Not run or swim?”

“We have bigger problems,” Exalt said. “Big boss... Eidolon is dead. Bait killed him.”

Legend felt his stomach drop. Another friend lost, another comrade he couldn't save.

“Sir, Legend, we need to form a strike team and take down Master and Bait,” Exalt said urgently.

Miss Militia spoke softly, “Exalt, I know you’re angry about Eidolon, but we can’t declare war on those two. Too many heroes would die.”

“I need to avenge Eidolon!” Exalt yelled. “I tried to fight Bait, but he hit me once and I fell like a stone. I wouldn’t be alive if Bait hadn’t been merciful enough to catch me and lay me gently on the ground. Bait is too powerful. I can’t defeat them alone, but maybe together we can.”

Chevalier said, “Can you deny why Master and Bait went after Eidolon? To stop the Endbringers? To the world, it was justified to kill Eidolon to save humanity.”

“There had to be another way,” Exalt said sadly. “Killing Eidolon couldn’t have been the only solution.”

Legend asked loudly, “The Endbringers—what happened to them after Eidolon was killed?”

A tense silence filled the room.

“Dragon has been keeping me updated,” Narwhal said. “All the Endbringers have been acting strangely, moving to remote areas with no human presence. If we believe Master’s National Announcement about the nature of Eidolon and the Endbringers relationship... the Endbringers are now dormant.”

“Are the Endbringers gone?” Legend asked slowly.

Dragon’s voice came through the room’s intercom. “Only God and Master truly know. I’m hopeful they’ll stay dormant, given their strange behavior. But they could come back. I will monitor the situation.”

“What do we do now?” Prism asked.

Everyone looked at Legend.

“I don’t know,” Legend admitted. “We’ll figure it out together. Let’s start by discussing our options.”

If the Endbringers were truly gone, the world would change, and Legend and his fellow heroes would ensure it changed for the better.

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POV Alexandria.

Alexandria was flying through the hallways of Cauldron Base.

Eidolon was killed by Master and Bait.

Endbringers are now dormant.

Salvaging the situation was nearly impossible. Countless carefully laid plans were ruined by the reckless duo of capes, who failed to grasp the severity of the situation.

Alexandria weighed on a scale whether enduring an Endbringer attack every four months was preferable to the near annihilation of the human race by Scion. She chose the Endbringers every time.

The world needed Eidolon, and now it was doomed.

Since Master and Bait were aware of Scion, they must have faced the same dilemma. They chose poorly, and now they've doomed the world.

Alexandria entered the meeting room with Contessa, Doctor Mother and Numberman seated in the chairs.

Alexandria turned to Doctor Mother and said, “Why didn’t you stop Master and Bait?”

Doctor Mother said, “We couldn’t even if we wanted to, Bait is a blindspot to Contessa.”

Alexandria said, “Is Master a blind spot?”

Contessa said, “I can see him, but being near Bait makes it hard to predict his actions.”

Alexandria said, "We've lost Eidolon. The world will demand answers, and if we handle this poorly, it could lead to global conflict. Even within the United States, the PRT will face significant challenges. Despite all these issues, my primary concern is Master and Bait. What are we going to do about them?"

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POV Greg.

Greg sat in his brightly flower painted van, trying desperately to start the engine. He twisted the key again and again, but the engine refused to turn over. It must have been damaged during the rough journey with JewelBeemon. He sighed, leaning back against the worn seat, frustration etched on his face.

Outside, the sky had returned to its normal color. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the landscape. As the orange and pink hues faded into twilight, a thought struck Greg.

He turned to Wormmon, who was resting beside him. “Hey, Wormmon,” he said, a spark of excitement in his voice. “Let’s leave like cowboys. Can you turn into Bullmon and let me ride you?”

Wormmon's eyes widened with anticipation. “Let’s ride off into the sunset!”

Greg said, "Digi Armour Energize!"

Greg's left eye glowed with the Crest of Hope.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Bullmon!”

Wormmon glowed brightly and Digivolved into Bullmon.

Greg climbed onto Bullmon’s back. As they set off, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the land. The sky was a canvas of orange and purple, fading slowly into the approaching darkness.

Like the heroes of old cowboy films, Greg and Bullmon rode into the sunset, their silhouettes framed against the vast, open sky. With Washington D.C. behind them.

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POV Greg.

By the time Greg and Wormmon made it back to Brockton Bay, morning had already broken. Wormmon had tried his best, using various Armor Digivolutions to carry Greg home, but the strain of the battle had left him exhausted. Eventually, Greg had to rely on trains and buses to get the rest of the way back.

Wormmon rested inside of Greg’s Blackberry phone when they reached Greg's apartment building.

Greg used the elevator and finally reached his apartment, he opened the door and was met with a surprising sight. Margaret, his Uncle Bill’s coworker, was standing in the kitchen, wrapped in a bath towel, casually flipping something in a pan.

She smiled warmly at him. “Greg, I didn’t know you were out. Want some breakfast?”

Greg blinked, utterly confused. “Am I in the wrong apartment?”

Just then, Uncle Bill emerged from the bathroom, his expression freezing as he took in the scene. He glanced at Greg, then at Margaret.

Greg stared at Uncle Bill.

Uncle Bill stared back at Greg.

Margaret, still holding a spatula, broke the silence. “Eggs, anyone?”

Greg said nothing. He simply turned and trudged to his room, too tired to process anything. He collapsed onto his bed without even bothering to take off his clothes, sleep claiming him almost immediately. He didn’t care about anything else at that moment—he just needed rest.

----

Greg was in the middle of a restless nap when a firm hand shook him awake. The dim light filtering through the blinds told him it was still daytime. Blinking groggily, he looked up to see his Uncle Bill standing over him, a grin plastered on his face.

“Come on, Greg. Let’s hit the Boardwalk. I’m craving a good hotdog,” Bill said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Greg groaned, turning over in bed. “Not really in the mood, Uncle Bill,” he mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head in hopes of returning to sleep.

But Bill wasn’t one to take no for an answer. “Nonsense! It’s a beautiful day out, and the Boardwalk's calling our name. Hotdogs on me. Let’s go,” he urged, tugging the blanket off Greg.

With a resigned sigh, Greg gave in, realizing resistance was futile. "Fine, fine. I’ll go."

Greg and Bill headed off to the Boardwalk.

The Boardwalk was bustlin. Families, tourists, and the usual assortment of Brockton Bay locals filled the space, their voices blending into a cacophony that felt overwhelming to Greg. He stuck close to Uncle Bill, who led the way through the crowd with the same unwavering determination that got Greg out of bed.

As they weaved through the throng, Greg’s eyes caught sight of Assault and Battery, the so-called "heroes" of Brockton Bay. The two were on their usual patrol. Assault’s gaze flickered over to Greg, recognition flashing in his eyes. Almost immediately, he elbowed Battery, and the pair turned sharply in the opposite direction, hurrying away.

Greg frowned, wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. Uncle Bill, oblivious or uninterested in the heroes’ hasty retreat, kept moving forward, pulling Greg along.

Eventually, they reached the hotdog stand, a familiar sight on the Boardwalk with its bright yellow and red awning. The line stretched out in front of them, a long snake of people waiting for their turn. Greg sighed again, mentally preparing himself for the wait.

Greg and Bill got their hotdogs. Both were leaning against a wall because all the benches were filled.

Greg had just grabbed his hotdog, the warm bun and sizzling sausage making his mouth water, when Uncle Bill spoke up, his tone casual but with an underlying excitement.

“Greg, I’ve got some news,” Bill said, his eyes twinkling. “I’m getting married. To Margaret.”

Greg paused, hotdog halfway to his mouth. It took a second for the words to sink in. “Whoa, congratulations!” he exclaimed, genuinely happy for him.

Bill’s smile stretched wide, the kind of grin that made him look years younger. “Thanks. We’re thinking of a small ceremony, nothing too fancy, just close family and friends.”

Greg nodded, smiling back. But then something nagged at him, a thought that lingered in the back of his mind. "Hey, Uncle Bill, have the PRT or the cops ever come to ask you anything? You know, about everything going on in Brockton Bay?”

Bill’s smile faltered slightly, but only for a moment. “Actually, the PRT did approach me once when I was at the hospital,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I was in surgery at the time. Never really followed up on it afterward. They probably just needed information or something. You know how it is.”

Greg mulled over the information, not too surprised. His uncle was always caught up in surgeries or emergency calls, constantly on the go, saving lives. The idea of the PRT questioning him and then just moving on made sense.

Greg finally took a bite of his hotdog, the taste not quite as satisfying as he had hoped.

Greg was savoring his hotdog, trying to make the most of the moment when he heard a sudden, sharp popping sound. The noise was followed by a sickening splash of red that hit the ground near his feet.

He looked over at Uncle Bill, who had been chatting only moments before. To his horror, he saw blood trickling down from a wound on Bill’s head. His uncle crumpled to the ground, the hotdog falling from his hand.

Greg’s mind went blank. He stared at the scene in disbelief, unable to comprehend what was happening.

In the midst of the confusion, a piercing pain shot through Greg’s own head. He glanced up, squinting through the haze of shock and fear. In the distance, he saw a woman standing on a building. The woman had a fedora perched on her head, holding a sniper rifle pointed at him.

The crowd around them seemed to have vanished into a blur, their screams and shouts lost in the chaos.

Wormmon digitized out of Greg's Blueberry and screamed loudly, “Greg!”

----

Wormmon POV

In a sudden burst of light, Wormmon Digivolved into JewelBeemon, his form transforming with a brilliance that illuminated the chaos around him.

JewelBeemon’s spear flew through the air with lightning speed, a streak of fury and precision aimed directly at Contessa.

The spear struck Contessa with unerring accuracy, piercing her through the stomach and emerging from the other side. A sharp gasp of pain escaped her lips as she was lifted off her feet, but before JewelBeemon could react further, a door opened beneath her. She vanished through it, disappearing from sight.

JewelBeemon rushed to the spot where Contessa had disappeared, but found only empty space. His rage surged uncontrollably. With a cry of pure fury he shouted, “Dammit!”

His heart pounded as he returned to Greg’s side, only to find the horrifying sight of a gaping hole in Greg’s skull.

“No. No. No. No. You can’t die!” JewelBeemon’s voice broke with desperation, his knees hitting the ground beside Greg. The pain of losing Greg was like a physical blow, tearing at his very soul.

As JewelBeemon clutched Greg’s lifeless form, a note fluttered down from the sky. He read it aloud, his voice trembling, “Bro, I am sending your reward.”

A metal case plummeted from above, landing with a heavy thud in front of JewelBeemon. Trembling hands fumbled with the latch as he opened it, revealing a single Cauldron Vial.

JewelBeemon’s heart raced with both hope and dread. He knew the vial’s power but was paralyzed by the realization that Greg was beyond help—dead, lifeless. How could he administer it if Greg was gone?

In that moment of despair, a brilliant lightning bolt descended from the heavens, striking Greg. JewelBeemon gasped in shock as the crackling energy enveloped Greg’s body. The lightning receded, leaving Greg to gasp and cough violently.

Without a moment’s hesitation, JewelBeemon sprang into action, his hands shaking as he hurriedly administered the Cauldron Vial to Greg. The urgency and fear in his movements were palpable, driven by a desperate hope that this was not the end.

[Trajectory.]

[Agreement.]

[Destination.]

To JewelBeemon’s astonishment, Greg’s wounds began to heal, the gaping hole in his skull closing before his eyes. Relief flooded through JewelBeemon as he cradled Greg gently in his arms, his voice breaking with emotion. “God, Greg, you’re alive.”

As JewelBeemon held Greg, a note descended from the sky. He caught it and read aloud, his voice trembling, “Bro, go to the Digimon World.”

Almost immediately, an old computer monitor fell in front of JewelBeemon, its screen flickering to life. A large, swirling portal materialized, casting a mesmerizing glow.

JewelBeemon was faced with a heart-wrenching decision: stay in this world and risk Greg’s safety or leap into the unknown of the Digimon World.

He looked down at Greg, his expression a mixture of determination and despair. Without hesitation, JewelBeemon made his choice. He leaped into the portal, leaving Earth Bet behind.

As they were drawn through the swirling vortex, JewelBeemon and Greg headed toward the vast and uncharted realms of the Digimon World.

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POV Greg

When Greg opened his eyes, he was underneath a tree.

“Where... am I?” Greg asked.

Blastmon-Head answered, “Human, you're in a forest.”

Greg was talking to a diamond digimon head without a body.

Blastmon-Head then spoke up, “Allow me to introduce my glorious self. I’m Blastmon, the proud General of the Bagra Army! Well, former General...”

Greg tried to be polite by giving a smile, but it was too hard, “I'm Greg.”

Greg examined the surrounding forest. The sky was filled with white numbers of 0 and 1, which alternated.

Greg didn’t know what to feel, his uncle died.

It needed to be asked, was it all his fault? We were responsible for killing Eidolon. Now they responded by trying to assassinate him, and his Uncle Bill died in the crossfire.

Greg didn't know how he was going to face his dad. He didn't know what to say. He wasn’t even sure he could go home. What was he going to do now?

Wormmon returned with sticks and branches.

Wormmon saw him and skittered toward him, “Greg, how are you doing?”

Greg opened his mouth. There were hundreds of words he wanted to say. None of them could convey the seriousness of the situation. “I... I screwed up. Uncle Bill died, and I think I died too.”

“I used a Fairy Slushie to save you.”

“I have powers?”

“Maybe? I don’t even think you can use your powers here. The Digimon World is too far for your shard to connect to.”

“So I might have power if we return.”

“Yeah...”

“What now?”

Wormmon paused and finally said, “I don’t know. We need to survive. We are going to need to gather food, water and find a place to sleep.”

Greg nodded his head. The goal was to survive. Good he could focus on the goal.

Blastmon-Head spoke, “I know where we can get food. Follow me.”

Wormmon nodded his head. "Alright, you're a native Digimon and familiar with this world. We will follow you.”

Blastmon-Head replied, “I've been here for a week, kid. Being only a head sucks, but I got to guide you guys to the tower, and that ROB fellow promised me to restore the rest of my body.”

Blastmon-Head started to hop away.

“Come along Greg, we need to keep up.” Wormmon said and waited for Greg to get up.

Greg struggled to get up. It felt like a herculean effort to get up. Finally he was on his feet, and the pair followed the diamond-headed Digimon.

----

POV Wormmon

Wormmon was feeling worried. He nearly lost Greg, and now they were in the Digimon world. He could tell Greg wasn’t doing well, and that worried him.

Wormmon needed power to rival Contessa. Which even he found daunting and nearly impossible.

Even if Wormmon reaches the next Digivolution, what was the point if Greg ended up dead?

Wormmon shook his head, he needed to worry about surviving.

Wormmon decided to ask Blastmon-Head some questions, “Hey Blastmon, where are we heading?”

Blastmon-Head answered, “Chocolate-chip cookie bush. It is easy to get cookies from the bush.”

“A cookie bush?” Wormmon said in surprise. “Are you telling me that cookies grow on bushes?”

Blastmon-Head asked in confusion, “Where else do cookies come from? Look at that tree, there are yucky raisin cookies growing on it. What masochist likes raisin cookies?”

Wormmon looked at the tree. There are indeed cookies growing on them.

“What nonsense,” Wormmon said. “Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon glowed and digivolve to Stingmon.

Blastmon-Head said in awe, "Incredible, you can Digivolve on command. You don’t even have a Digimon Xros Loader!”

Greg blinked and said, “What's a Xros Loader?”

Blastmon-Head said in pain, “A cheating device.”

Stingmon flew to the top of the tree and took a raisin cookie.

Stingmon chewed on the raisins cookie. He deduced that this was indeed a raisins cookie, and he hated the taste.

Stingmon took a few more raisin cookies and flew down.

Stingmon handed the raisins cookies to Greg. “Here you go, eat up to recover your strength.”

Greg shook his head, “I am not hungry.”

Stingmon insisted, “Hold them, you can eat them when you do. You don’t have that many options here.”

Greg frowned but took the raisins cookies that were offered.

Stingmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Blastmon-Head said, “Come on, we have a long journey ahead of us.”

Blastmon-Head, Wormmon, and Greg continue their journey to get to the cookie bush.

Roar! A loud noise echoed in the distance. Sounding like huge monsters.

Blastmon-Head said, “Quick! Hide in the bushes!”

Blastmon-Head, Wormmon, and Greg hid in the bushes.

Two large Digimon came to the clearing and were fighting each other.

The Digimon were Tyrannomon and Monochromon.

The giant Digimon had a fierce battle. In the end Monochromon stabbed Tyrannomon in the stomach with his horn and killed Tyrannomon.

Tyrannomon turned into one and zero as it died, leaving a digiegg that flew away.

Monochromon walked away from the victor of the clash.

Wormmon said, “Is the Digimon World normally this dangerous?”

Blastmon-Head said, “This happens when a Digimon tries to claim another Digimon territory.”

Wormmon said, “I guess this place follows the law of the jungle, huh.”

The group continues their journey through the woods.

Eventually they found the cookie bush.

The cookie bush really was a bush that had chocolate chip cookies.

Wormmon took a cookie and started to eat one. “These are good. Greg, you should try some.”

“Maybe,” Greg sighed as he sat on the grassy ground.

Wormmon collected some cookies for later.

Wormmon asked Blastmon-Head, “Now that we have secured food, we need shelter. Do you have a place we can stay?”

Greg said, “Can we hold off on finding shelter? I know that shelter is important... Yet, I need to... Is it possible we gather some stones?”

Wormmon asked, “Why?”

Greg said in a somber tone, “I need to make a grave.”

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POV Greg

In front of the bush that sprouted chocolate chip cookies was a makeshift grave.

Five stones were stacked on top of each other. This was the best grave that Greg could make for his Uncle Bill.

Greg kneeled in front of the grave and started to speak, “Hi Uncle Bill. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got you killed.”

Hot and salted tears dripped from Greg’s eyes as he continued to speak. "You were always busy working. I know you're a nurse, but you're a workaholic. Never taking vacations and always taking care of other people.”

Greg struggled to speak, “You were a terrible guardian... But... But. You were always there, when my parents weren’t.”

Greg's throat felt tight, the words he wanted to say wouldn't come out.

Greg wanted to voice his regrets. How he never had the conversation with Bill that he was cape. He never shared the secret with Bill, he made a world-famous game. He wanted to celebrate the victory against the Endbringers with Bill.

Greg felt there were so many things he could have told Bill but didn’t.

The future that he wanted, he wanted Bill to be in it.

Greg wept for a long time in front of Bill’s grave.

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POV Digimon Wormmon

It was nighttime with the stars visible in the sky.

Blastmon-Head, Wormmon, and Greg were in a nest filled with leaves on the ground.

Greg said, absently looking at the stars, “The stars are pretty.”

Wormmon asked Blastmon-Head, “Shouldn’t we look out for predators that will attack us in the dark?”

Blastmon-Head responded, “At night everyone’s asleep. I have been here for a week, and no Digimon has attacked me.”

Wormmon muttered, “There should be some exceptions.”

Blastmon-Head responded, “Sure there are, but the Digimons in this area won’t attack in the dark.”

Wormmon asked Greg, “Hey Greg? Do you want me to make a fire? I can Digivolve to Shadramon. I can also get you some water with Togemogumon.”

“Togemogumon will freeze the entire forest,” Greg responded, “I’m good. At the moment.”

Wormmon whispered, “We are going to need some water or at least a container to hold my ice so it turns into water.”

Blastmon-Head yawned and said, “I am going to get some beauty sleep.”

Wormmon said, “Goodnight.”

Greg said, “Goodnight.”

The two Digimon and one lone human went to sleep underneath the stars.

----

Wormmon woke up, his small body on top of the leaf pile. He awoke and searched for the familiar sight of Greg. Panic prickled at the edge of his mind until he saw Greg standing nearby, his silhouette framed against the harsh morning light. Greg was drinking from a water bottle, his expression one of relief.

Wormmon scuttled over. "Greg! There you are! What are you drinking?"

Greg tilted the bottle, letting the water glint in the sunlight. "Just water. When I woke up, I found this red book bag. Checked inside and hit the jackpot. Supplies."

Wormmon's gaze shifted to the bookbag, a red against the backdrop of their forest surroundings. "Where did that come from? Did it fall from the sky?"

Greg shrugged and responded with, "Maybe. It looks like your friend sent it. There was a message inside."

He handed over a crumpled piece of paper. Wormmon took it and read:

'I got your back, bro. Peace. From R.O.B.'

A crude peace sign was scrawled beneath the words.

Wormmon's worries eased. If their benefactor was indeed watching over them, perhaps they could afford a moment of trust. "Alright," Wormmon said, his voice steadying. "Let's see what we've got."

Greg nodded, determination hardening his features. "Yeah, let's count our inventory."

White shirt.
Blue jeans.
Pair of socks.
Boxers.
Boots.
Travel-size toothpaste.
Travel-size shampoo.
Travel-size soap.
20 granola bars.
8 water bottles.
2 toilet papers.

Wormmon surveyed their supplies and spoke. "This should last us a day. Hopefully, he sends us more stuff."

Greg looked up from the red book bag, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, let's hope. This ROB guy is like a god, right? Should I start praying to him?"

"I'm the wrong one to ask. ROB might seem helpful now, but I think he's just doing the bare minimum to keep us alive. Sending all this stuff... it's like extra ammo and health potions before a tough boss battle."

"He gave us everything we needed. From day one, he’s been watching over us. He even sent Blastmon to guide us in the Digimon World."

"Maybe," Wormmon said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't be sure an unknown higher being will keep helping us."

Blastmon-Head woke with a loud, jaw-cracking yawn that echoed through the forest, cutting through the early morning stillness. “Good morning,” he mumbled.

“Good morning!” Greg replied, his voice unnaturally cheerful.

Blastmon-Head hopped over to the red book bag, his curiosity piqued. He nudged it with his snout. “What is this?” he asked.

“Our supplies,” Wormmon answered.

Blastmon-Head dug into the bag and pulled out a granola bar with his teeth, examining it with a perplexed expression. “What’s this?”

“Food,” Wormmon explained. “Let me help you open it.”

Blastmon-Head devoured the bar and, to Wormmon’s dismay, the wrapper too. “It tastes like misery,” Blastmon-Head declared, his face scrunched up in distaste.

Greg chuckled and suggested, “Maybe it tastes better without the wrapper,” Greg unwrapped another granola bar and offered it to Blastmon-Head. “Try this.”

Blastmon-Head swallowed the food in one large gulp, his face contorting as he chewed. “Now it tastes worse! Yuck!”

“Really?” Greg asked, frowning. He took another granola bar from the bag and bit into it. “Well, it’s not too awful,” he said, his voice uncertain.

Wormmon said, “We really need a plan, what should we do now? I kind of ran out of ideas.”

Greg answered, “We could go back home.”

Wormmon shook his head. “Contessa will kill you again, we can’t counter her...”

Greg said, “Maybe we should reach higher digivolutions then?”

Wormmon responded, “I will be as powerful as Endbringer, it doesn’t change the fact that you can still die.”

Greg said, "Yeah, I am drawing a blank here.”

Wormmon said, “We need to stay in the Digital World for two years, by then the world we know would be gone...”

Blastmon-Head said, “I have an idea.”

Wormmon asked, “Really? What’s your idea?”

Blastmon-Head said, “We are going to the tower! Rob promised a body if I lead you two to the tower!”

Wormmon and Greg paused.

Greg said, “Okay. Let's go to the tower.”

Wormmon asked, “Why?”

Greg responded, “Do you have a better plan? We screwed up and out of luck. R.O.B. probably has a plan for us if we head to this tower.”

“Alright...” Wormmon said hesitantly. “Let's go to the tower... Where is this tower?”

Blastmon-Head said, “It should be in the south of this continent! It will only take a month.”

Wormmon sighed, “Wonderful...”

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head started their journey to get to the tower.

----

Greg’s group was heading south. They were walking through the forest.

Wormmon spotted red jam butter cookies growing on a tree. “Can we stop for a moment? I will collect those cookies.”

Blastmon-Head nodded. “Alright. Grab me some of those cookies too, they are tasty.”

Greg said, “I’m good. At this rate, I’ll get diabetes with all the sugary food.”

“We need to find alternative food for you, you can’t survive on cookies and granola bars,” Wormmon muttered. “Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon evolved into Stingmon. Stingmon flew into the trees and collected the red jam butter cookies that were growing on the tree.

Stingmon returned with the goods.

“Here you go, Blastmon.” Stingmon gave the red jam butter cookies to the diamond head.

Blastmon-Head ate with gusto, “These are so good! I wish I could fly! All the best cookies are on the top of the tree.”

Stingmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon nibbled on the cookie, “I wish I had coffee to go with these tasty treats.”

Greg then asked, "Hey, I just thought of something. I know we are in the Digital World. But which continent are we on? Folder Continent or Server Continent?”

Blastmon-Head, "Well, R.O.B. somehow installed a map function in my head. Right now we are on the Cookie Continent.”

Wormmon stopped mid-bite, “Of course we are on the Cookie Continent. That makes perfect sense.”

When Wormmon and Blastmon-Head finished their cookies, they continued their journey.

----

Greg was tired and said, “Let’s take a break. All this walking is exhausting.”

Wormmon said, "Alright, let's rest.”

A serene forest with a sunlit clearing. Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head are lying on the grass.

Greg said, “You know, this is kind of nice. Just lying here. It reminds me of when I used to live on the farm with my grandparents. We had horses, cows, pigs... I idolized the cowboy life back then. Pretending to be a hero, riding horses, saving the day. It was fun.”

Wormmon responded, “That sounds nice. My past as a human sucked. I had zero friends, and my family were like strangers to me. I didn’t fit in with my family. I didn’t fit in school. I didn’t fit in my community. My problem is not just that no one shared my interests. No, the issue was that I didn't feel connected. Getting rejected by everyone you know and wishing for a bond like you see in movies and shows. I fell heavily in anime and even in books that were fictional. Because I felt those connections that I couldn’t get in real life... Honestly, becoming a Digimon and meeting you, Greg, was the best thing that happened in my life.”

Greg smiled and nodded. “I feel the same way.”

Blastmon-Head said, “Guess it is my turn to share my past. I was the General of the Bagra Army. I was collecting Code Crowns for my Exalted leader. Then I was beaten by some kids, and now I am left with only my head intact. R.O.B. revived me from the dead and offered me a deal to give me back my old body in exchange for leading you two to the tower.”

Greg raised his hand and asked hesitantly, “What are Code Crowns? They sound important.”

Blastmon-Head replied, “In my world, the Digimon World was united. But then, the world was split into Zones. Each Code Crown governed a Zone, and whoever held one became its ruler. My mission was to gather all the Code Crowns and make Bagramon the new leader of the Digimon World!”

Greg clapped his hands and asked, “Did you succeed?”

Blastmon-Head’s expression fell. “I was close. I had the most Code Crowns. But then I lost my body, got demoted, lost the Code Crowns... and, well... those kids defeated me.”

Wormmon patted him sympathetically. “Sounds rough, buddy.”

Greg said, "Well, Blastmon, I am glad your with us.”

Wormmon said, “Welcome to our team.”

Blastmon-Head said in a thoughtful tone, “I hope we get to the tower so I can finally get my body back...”

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon.

Several days later.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head were walking through the forest.

Normally they would pass cookie trees and cookie bushes. However, the environment in front of them seemed to have changed.

The trees were now dark, and the smell of burning wood was in the air.

There were six fire Digimon in the air. The Fire Digimon were small fire willow wisps with blue eyes and a stitched mouth.

Blastmon-Head said, “Those are DemiMeramon, in-training Digimon. They might act aggressive, but their cowards.”

The six DemiMeramon started to give Greg’s mean look and started shouting.

"This is my territory!"

"I’m the boss of this territory!"

"I built this place with my magic!"

"This is my special territory!"

"Get out!"

"This forest belongs to me!"

DemiMeramons made a fuss as they looked at Greg's group.

Wormmon said, “Greg.”

Greg replied, “Yeah.”

Wormmon said, “Bring out a water bottle.”

Greg looked into the bag and pulled out a water bottle.

The six DemiMeramons were terrified of the water bottle and shouted, “Run for your lives! He has water!”

The six DemiMeramons ran away.

Wormmon said, “Let's continue.”

Greg said, “Did I just bully toddler Digimons???”

Wormmon paused and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head were walking through the burned forest.

A wizard digimon was leaning against a tree. The tree had white apples. The DemiMeramon was circling the wizard Digimon.

“Nice to see travelers.” The wizard Digimon said, “I am FlameWizardmon, who are you guys?”

DemiMeramons started shouting.

“Their bullies that attack with water!”

“Take them down, FlameWizardmon!”

“Yeah! Beat up those bullies!”

FlameWizardmon chuckled and said, “Don’t mind the DemiMeramons, they're very spirited.”

Greg said, “Hello, I am Greg. Nice to meet ya FlameWizardmon.”

Wormmon said, “I’m Wormmon.”

Blastmon-Head said, “I am the glorious Blastmon!”

FlameWizardmon said, “Pleasure to meet you. Do you want some Meatapples?” FlameWizardmon pointed to the tree.

“Meat apples?” Greg said, confused and intrigued.

FlameWizardmon explained, “They look like apples, but they're actually meat. There is an apple for every type of meat in the world. You also need to cook them before eating them.”

Wormmon raised his hand, “I’ll try some.”

FlameWizardmon stood up, picked a white apple from the tree he was sitting next to, and then cooked the Meatapple with his flames.

FlameWizardmon handed the cooked Meatapple to Wormmon.

Wormmon took a bite and said, “Hot! Oh wow, this tastes like beef.”

Blastmon-Head shouted, “I want a Meatapple!”

Greg raised his hand and said, “I will try it too.”

FlameWizardmon smiled and said, “There are plenty to go around.”

FlameWizardmon picked two more Meatapples and gave them to Greg and Blastmon-Head after cooking.

Greg bit into Meatapple that taste like fish.

Blastmon-Head bit into Meatapple that tastes like eel.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head had a great lunch with FlameWizardmon.

Wormmon asked, “Did you find those DemiMeramon?”

FlameWizardmon said, “Sometimes Digiegg ends up appearing near a similar attribute Digimon. I’ve been here so long that DemiMeramon Digiegg was in my territory, and well, they found me.”

Wormmon said, “I see.”

FlameWizardmon said, “I like this place because the Meatapple tree is delicious. Sometimes there are good Digimon that come around here, and I share my Meatapple. Other times, a more aggressive Digimon appears, and I give them fireballs to the face.”

Greg said, “Thank you for sharing your Meatapple. They're delicious.”

FlameWizardmon said, “No problem, take some for the road. Maybe we will see each other again. It’s been a while since I saw a human around these parts.”

Greg said it in surprise. “You have seen other humans before! When and where?”

FlameWizardmon said, “I actually met a boy named Ryo and his partner Digimon Monodramon about a year ago.”

Wormmon said, “Maybe we will meet this Ryo.”

Greg said, "Yeah, we might meet Ryo in this world.”

Wormmon said, “We will get out of your hair. Thank you for sharing the Meatapples with us.”

FlameWizardmon said, “No problem, why don’t you take some Meatapples for the road.”

FlameWizardmon gave many Meatapples to Greg.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head continued their journey.

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POV Wormmon

Few days later.

Wormmon, Greg, and Blastmon-Head were traversing through the forest and making sure not to cross any territory of hostile Digimons.

Wormmon said, “I think we should fly. We are slowly down trying to avoid all these territories and hostile Digimons.”

Greg asked, “Are you going to use Quetzalmon?”

Wormmon said, “I was thinking about using Stingmon since it has two hands and is so much faster. If I use JewelBeemon, I will be holding my spear, so I can't carry both of you at the same time.”

Greg said, “Alright. It beats walking all the way there.”

Wormmon said. “Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon.”

In a flash of light, Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon.

Stingmon clasped the back of Greg shirt with his right hand and grabbed Blastmon-Head with his left hand.

Blastmon-Head said, “You better not drop me!”

Stingmon said, “Relax, I won't drop you.”

Stingmon started to fly fast while holding Greg and Blastmon-Head in his hands.

Stingmon flew through the air quickly as the jungle moved past him.

About 10 minutes later, Parrotmon blocked Stingmon.

Parrotmon yelled, “No one can invade my territory!”

“Oh no,” Stingmon said with annoyance. “Greg, I am going to beat this bird up.”

Greg was unconscious.

“Greg!” Stingmon said in surprises and horror. “What happened to you?”

“Humans are weak,” Blastmon-Head said. “Your flying speed knocked him out.”

Stingmon said exasperatedly, “You gotta be kidding me, I wasn't even going that fast!”

Parrotmon flapped his wings as a gust of wind attacked Stingmon. Parrotmon yelled, “Begone from my territory!”

Stingmon flies back and growls angrily. “This violent dumb bird!”

Blastmon-Head shouted, “Throw me!”

Stingmon asked, “What?”

“Throw me like a rock at that insulant bird!” Blastmon-Head shouted. “Nobody attacks me and gets away with it!”

Stingmon heeded Blastmon-Head words and tossed the diamond-headed Digimon at Parrotmon.

Blastmon-Head roared as he flew through the air like a meteor. “Rawr!”

Blastmon-Head slammed into Parrotmon's chest.

Parrotmon coughed “Kack!”

Parrotmon was knocked back and dissolved into 0 and 1. Parrotmon was eliminated and turned into a Digiegg and flew away.

Stingmon caught Blastmon-Head before the diamond head Digimon hit the floor.

Blastmon-Head said proudly, “Aren’t I amazing?”

Stingmon chuckled and said, “Yes, you are. Let’s fly down and help Greg regain his consciousness.”

Greg later regained his consciousness, and it was decided flying was off the table until they had a reliable form of transport.

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POV Greg.

The next day.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head were in front of a cave.

Blastmon-Head smelled the air. “Do you know what I smell? Gems”

Greg asked, “Do you even have a nose?”

Wormmon said, “I don’t like the look of this cave. Maybe we should go around it?”

Blastmon-Head said, “You fool! We are going into this cave and claiming the gems!”

Greg said, “Maybe we should go.”

Wormmon asked, “We will all die. I can already see it.”

Greg replied, “I considered myself an adventure.”

Wormmon replied, “I am also an adventurer, but I don’t head first in danger. Blastmon, let's go.”

Blastmon-Head was gone from his spot.

Wormmon asked, “Where did Blastmon go?”

Greg said, “Inside the cave.”

Wormmon said, “He is the only one that can lead us to the tower...”

Greg said, “Yup.”

Wormmon said in resignation, “Let's go into the dangerous cave.”

Greg and Wormmon went into the cave.

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The cave was lined up with gems of a rainbow of colors. As Wormmon and Greg went deeper in the cave, they saw bigger and brighter gems of all shapes and sizes.

Greg collected an armful of gems and said, “I’m rich!”

Wormmon said, “We were already rich with Flappy Bird sales.”

Greg said with a smile, “I’m richer.”

Greg placed a lot of gems into his red backpack.

Greg and Wormmon continued exploring the cave. They came across a huge hexagonal gold-colored plate.

Greg touched the gold-colored plate, “Is this gold!?!”

Wormmon clarified, "No, these are the scales of Huanglongmon. Said to be Emperor Digimon that ruled the Digimon world. This golden scale is actually Huanglong Ore, which creates Chrome Digizoid. Chrome Digizoid is a near-indestructible metal.”

Greg said, “Can we break a piece and carry it with us?”

Wormmon said, “I don’t even think I can break this. It’s Chrome Digizoid, I am not sure how it was removed from Huanglongmon.”

Greg said sadly, “It’s too big to carry. Let's continue to find Blastmon.”

Wormmon said, “Yeah.”

Greg and Wormmon continue to search the cave.

Eventually they found Blastmon-Head.

Blastmon-Head was in a pile of gems looking like he was in Nirvana.

Wormmon said, “Blastmon? What are you doing?”

Blastmon-Head said, “I have found peace.”

Greg said, “Come on, buddy, let's go.”

Blastmon-Head said, “No.”

Wormmon said, “You can’t just live in this cave. What about getting your body back?”

Blastmon-Head said, “I am not separating from my gem brethren.”

Greg said, “Wait, why do all the gems have bite marks? Oh my god, did you bite all of them?”

Blastmon-Head said, “This is my home now.”

Wormmon said, “What?”

Blastmon-Head said, “I’m home.”

Wormmon and Greg were silently staring at Blastmon-Head.

Wormmon and Greg were left with no other choice but to kidnap Blastmon-Head when he fell asleep.

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POV Greg.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-head emerged from the forest and onto a riverbank, where the gentle sound of flowing water filled the air.

"Wow, look at that!" Greg exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sight before them. A group of Digimon, each holding a fishing rod, lined the riverbank.

Blastmon-head said, "Are there fish in the water?”

"Hello there," Greg greeted. "Mind if we join you for a bit?"

The small Digimon with white dinosaurs with two horns with red tips. Gammamon replied, “Woah! A human! Are you a good or bad human?”

Jellymon, a small girl with jellyfish on her head, said, “You dolt, we can bring him to Zoe, and she can tell us.”

Angoramon, a giant yellow beast Digimon said, "Oh, your human too. I’ll take your group to Zoe. Would you like to meet her? She will definitely want to meet you.”

Greg said, “Sure?”

The Angoramon placed his fishing rod down and went to the forest.

Greg’s group followed Angoramon.

Angoramon led the group to a campsite.

There were multiple tents in the campsite. A stone wall made of lumpy rock pieces surrounds the campsite.

A mysterious girl was making dinner at a table.

The mysterious girl stopped making dinner and turned to Greg’s group.

The mysterious girl has long blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a lavender short skirt with a white shirt and a lavender vest. On top of her head is a lavender beanie.

“Hello Greg Veder,” The mysterious girl said. “Welcome to the Digimon World.”

Greg felt a chill up his spine. He never told the girl in front of him his name.

Wormmon said, “I am Wormmon, it is nice to meet you.”

Blastmon-Head said, “I’m Blastmon the future General, no wait, King, no. No. I am making a mistake aiming so low! I am the future Emperor of the Digimon World!”

“How funny, it looks like I have some competitions.” The mysterious girl said while giving a smile that looked dangerous. “I am Zoe Orimoto, the one who will conquer the Digimon and Human World.”

A huge knight Digimon appeared behind Zoe.

Alphamon asked, “Should I eliminate these intruders?”

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head tensed. The very pressure that Alphamon produced was suffocating.

“Alphamon do not eliminate them.” Zoe said cheerfully. “Greg and company, would all of you join us for lunch?”

Greg felt he didn’t have a choice.

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POV Wormmon

The situation felt off, and Wormmon couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was at play. Why was there another human in the Digimon World?

Wormmon was going to have to casually ask the Digimons for the explanation while Greg was occupying Zoe's attention.

Lunch occurred on multiple large quilted blankets. It was similar to a large picnic.

The Digimon that were fishing returned with large red tuna.

Gammamon and Jellymon were sitting on the picnic blanket.

Angoramon was passing out bowls. Some filled with fruits, others filled with fish.

Jellymon asked Wormmon, “Is the human Greg, your Digimon partner?”

Wormmon replied, "Yes, Greg is my Digimon Partner.”

Jellymon said, “He doesn’t abuse you? Like hit you or yell at you.”

Wormmon said, startled, “What?!”

Angoramon said, “I don’t think this is a good topic for the company. You might upset them.”

Jellymon said, “I don’t want another accident to happen again...”

Gammamon was eating food and said, “Munch. Munch. Accident? You mean like Dark Evolutions?”

Angoramon sighed and said, “Yes... Lopomon went through Dark Evolution and ate his partner Shuuji.”

Wormmon said in shock, “A Digimon ate his human partner!? What is wrong with this world?!”

Angoramon said, “Shuuji was abusive to his Digimon. It is a tragedy that was waiting to happen.”

Gammamon said, “Wormmon, your human partner is your friend, and you both care about each other?”

Wormmon said, “I do care about Greg. Greg cares about me.”

Gammamon said, “Then that is all that matters.”

Wormmon asked, “I wonder. Have you guys had a human partner?”

A silence fell, and faces on every Digimon looked conflicted.

Gammamon started crying and whispered “Hiro.”

Angoramon placed a bowl in front of Wormmon. “We don’t talk about what happened to our human partners... It’s a sensitive subject.”

Wormmon said, “I apologize... I didn’t know.”

Angoramon said, “It’s alright...”

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POV Blastmon-Head.

Blastmon-Head kept a close eye on Alphamon, who seemed to be watching him like a hawk from the treeline. Alphamon was part of the Royal Knights, a group renowned for their unparalleled strength. Any Digimon in a group like that was said to be formidable, like the Seven Great Demon Lords, the Celestial Digimon, or the Digimon Sovereigns. To face one of them was to court danger; to face a whole group was to invite destruction.

Blastmon-Head's thoughts were interrupted as Hawkmon approached, offering a bowl of grapes. The fruit looked succulent and delicious, their skin glistening in the sunlight. But without hands to pick them up, he was forced to eat like a dog, lowering his head and using his tongue to fetch the grape out of the bowl and eat it.

Despite the awkwardness of his situation, Blastmon-Head found himself savoring the grapes, each one bursting with flavor as he gobbled them from the bowl. The sweet, juicy flesh was a balm to his weary spirit, and for a moment, the world around him faded away.

Blastmon-Head yelled, “These are magnificent!”

Angoramon said, “I am glad you are enjoying them! We picked them ourselves!”

“More!” Blastmon-Head yelled like a madman as his bowl was empty, “I want MORE!”

Blastmon-Head has become a berry addiction. Which was developing into a problem.

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POV Wormmon.

Wormmon needed to change tactics, so while he was thinking of a plan, he tasted a pear. He savored the juicy sweetness of the pear, each bite a revelation that seemed to momentarily transport him away from the day's worries. The fruit was unlike anything he had tasted before, and it filled him with a comforting warmth.

As he devoured the pear, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of the conversation among the other Digimon. They were discussing their plans for tomorrow. Something about finding Mega Digimon, a task that sounded both daunting and exciting.

Wormmon asked, “If you don't mind me asking. Why do you need to find a Mega Digimon?”

Angoramon said in a mysterious voice, “The four seats of power are empty at the top.”

Gammamon said, “We call them pillars that support the Digimon World. This world doesn’t have a group at the top.... And well, uhm.”

Jellymon said, “We need four Mega Digimon to be the new pillars of the Digimon World. I don’t know why it has to be four. Just the conditions you need to make a pledge to Yggdrasil.”

Wormmon said, “Let me get this straight. You need Four Mega Digimon to become the new pillars of the Digimon World? Why would any Digimon want to be a pillar?”

Angoramon said, “If a Mega Digimon becomes a pillar, they can control the Digimon World and shape it however they wish. The Mega Digimon ascend to become pillars of Digimon World also mean a huge power boost.”

Jellymon said, “What stage did you reach Wormmon?”

Wormmon replied, “I reached the Ultimate Digivolutions.”

Gammamon said, “You're going to need to train SUPER hard to reach Mega Digivolutions.”

Wormmon replied, “I don’t think getting to my next stage of Digivolutions is even my goal...”

Gammamon said, “Do you want to go back to the human world?”

Wormmon said, “I don’t know.”

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POV Greg.

Greg was with Zoe having a picnic.

"Are you feeling any better?" Zoe asks softly.

Greg blinks, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"

She gives him a knowing look. "You’re still holding on to guilt about the incident."

Greg tenses, looking away. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Without a word, Zoe takes out her Digivice, gazing at it with a sad smile. "You know, I'm the last one standing," she murmurs. "Sometimes, I wonder if there's anyone left who’d give me a proper burial if something happened."

Greg looks at her, surprised by the unexpected confession. "What… what are you talking about?"

"When I first came to the Digital World, I was just like you—searching for answers, hoping to find some kind of solution to fix my broken life." She pauses, her expression distant. "And on that journey, I found things I wasn’t expecting. I changed. I became someone I couldn’t have imagined before. And now… even though I don’t have all the answers, I know I’ve got to keep moving forward."

Greg looks down, chewing on her words but still feeling the weight of his guilt. "But… what if there are no answers for me? What if it’s pointless?"

Zoe reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Then you keep looking, even if you feel lost. It may not seem possible to move on, but it’s all we have sometimes."

Greg’s eyes lower, the truth pulling at his heart. "But… it was my fault. All of it."

Zoe shakes her head gently. "Guilt doesn’t change the past, Greg. It doesn’t make the future better, help anyone, fix anything, or improve us. All guilt does is trap us."

He clenches his fists, emotions brewing in his eyes. "It’s hard... So hard."

She nods, understanding in her eyes. "I know. But maybe exploring this world will help you change, bit by bit. And one day, maybe you’ll be ready to let go of that guilt...”

Greg heard Zoe's words, but in his heart, the pain lingered, heavy and unyielding, cutting deep and was more intense than any physical wound he’d ever felt.

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It was nighttime, and Greg, Blastmon-Head, and Wormmon retired to a tent. To top it off, the tent had a water bed, which was probably not the best choice for Digimon camping but sounded fun nonetheless.

Wormmon claimed a pillow and curled up in the corner, looking as cozy as a bug in a rug.

Blastmon-Head found a slab of rock and plopped down.

Greg, meanwhile, sprawled out on the water bed, thinking he’d discovered heaven in the form of wobbly, sloshy luxury. Just as he was about to drift into a blissful slumber, the tent flap rustled open.

Zoe appeared, clad in a nightgown and clutching a pillow. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” She asked, sounding sheepish.

Greg's brain screamed "no," but his mouth had other plans. “Okay, come in…” he blurted out, proving that puppy dog eyes are a superpower.

Zoe beamed, slid under the covers, and slept next to Greg. “Goodnight Greg.”

Then, the tent flap waved hello again as Gammamon poked his head in. “Zoe, can I sleep with you?” he asked, as if Greg were invisible.

Zoe pondered like she was considering world peace. “Greg, can Gammamon sleep with us?”

Greg sighed, “Sure,” because resistance was futile.

Gammamon’s face lit up, and he dove into the water bed, squeezing in beside Greg and Zoe. Gammamon was now the meat in a cuddle sandwich.

Before Greg could even adjust, the tent flap flung open again. Patamon and Tailmon sauntered in, looking like they were lost on the way to a sleepover.

“I couldn’t go to sleep,” Jellymon confessed.

Zoe turned to Greg expectantly. “Greg?”

“Get in,” Greg muttered, realizing he was now running an all-night motel for Digimon.

Jellymon climbed aboard, and Greg attempted to reclaim some sleeping space.

Everyone snuggled in, and somehow, against all odds, they all managed to sleep through the night.

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POV Alphamon.

While Greg, Zoe, and many of the Digimon fell asleep.

Two Digimon’s were having a secret discussion under the stars.

Alphamon was standing like a knight ready for a command.

Angoramon was sitting leaning against a tree.

Angoramon said in a cheerful way, “It is nice that Zoe seems to like Greg. She seems more cheerful with more human contact.”

Alphamon said, “If that human decided to hurt Zoe like Markus, I will eliminate him.”

Angoramon said, “What is our plan for Greg and Wormmon? Wormmon is close to becoming a Mega Digimon. Knowing how desperate Zoe is, she might push Greg and Wormmon to the wrong path.”

Alphamon spoke, “We are running out of time. We must have Wormmon become a Mega Digimon.”

Angoramon said, “It is not easy to get Digimon to reach Mega Digivolutions. We will look for other Mega Digimons. We don’t want Dark Evolution.”

Alphamon said, “If we can’t, we will send Zoe back to the human world.”

Angoramon said softly, “Are you really going to betray Zoe and allow the Digimon World to be destroyed?”

“Yes,” Alphamon said calmly, “I would betray Zoe and allow this world to crumble if it meant saving her life.”

The two Digimon fell silent.

“Alphamon,” Angoramon said. “You are Zoe’s partner, Digimon. Please convince Zoe not to push Greg and Wormmon to Mega Digievolve.”

Alphamon said, “I am not getting in the way of Zoe.”

“You are Zoe knight in shining armor,” Angoramon said carefully. “Zoe had formed a bond with Greg and Wormmon. If she pressured them into Mega Digivolutions, she risked causing them harm and shattering that bond. The thought of losing Greg would break Zoe's heart. Haven't you noticed how truly happy she was to finally meet a human who wasn't hostile toward her? As her knight, your duty isn't just about physically protecting Zoe; you must also protect her heart.”

Alphamon was silent as Angoramon waited for his answers.

Alphamon said, “I will protect Zoe.”

Angoramon smiled.

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POV Zoe Orimoto

The next morning.

Zoe Orimoto and all her Digimon watched Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head leave the camp and continue their journey.

Alphamon got on his knees and said, “Thank you for not pushing Greg and Wormmon to reach Mega Digivolutions.”

Zoe took out her Digivice and looked at it fondly.

“They have potential. They need to conquer the darkness in their hearts to reach Mega Digivolutions,” Zoe said. “Besides, you wouldn’t stop nagging me, you worrywart.”

Alphamon's shoulder sagged and he said in a whiny voice, “Zoooooooooe.”

Zoe said, “Hush you. Ceresmon, are you awake?”

The wind seems to sing a melody as a plant Digimon emerges from the ground.

Ceresmon said, "Hello, darling. Are you ready to take off?”

Zoe said, “Yes.”

The ground started to move as the campsite and the surrounding forest started to lift to the air. Revealing the Mega Digimon Cersemon who carried everyone on her back to their next destinations.

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POV Greg.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head watched dumbfounded as Ceresmon lifted up to the cloud and flew away into the horizon.

Greg said, “Are we ever going to see them again?”

Wormmon said, “Something tells me we are.”

“No. No. NNNNOOO!” Blastmon-Head cried out loudly. “No wonder those berries tasted so good! They were harvested from Ceresmon! Come back and take me with you!!!”

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POV Greg

The next day.

Every morning Greg would get a red backpack filled with water, fresh clothes, some food, and essentials.

Blastmon-Head commanded, “Greg! I noticed you get that red backpack every day from ROB. You should tell ROB to bring me some diamonds to eat!”

Greg replied, “Diamonds? Why diamonds?”

Blastmon-Head said, “Because they're delicious! Just ask ROB for them, will you?”

Wormmon said cautiously, “I wouldn't meddle with unknown entities, Greg. There are too many stories about things going wrong. It's best not to trifle with them.”

Blastmon-Head scoffs and says, “Oh, come on, Wormmon. You're just pathetic and overly cautious. This is a great opportunity!”

Greg said, “I don’t know… but maybe it’s worth a try. ROB hasn’t let me down yet... Okay, I'll give it a shot.”

Wormmon sighed and said, “This will turn out horribly...”

Greg starts praying, “ROB, I have a special request today. Could you please bring us some diamonds for my friend Blastmon? Thank you.”

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The next morning.

Greg wakes up to find a new red backpack. He excitedly rushes to it and opens it to reveal a pile of sparkling diamonds. Blastmon-Head moved closer, eyes gleaming with delight.

Blastmon-Head wakes up and sees the diamonds. “Oh wow, you really did it! Look at all these diamonds!”

Greg said, “I guess ROB heard my prayer. Here you go!”

Greg gives the red backpack to Blastmon-Head. Blastmon-Head starts devouring the diamond.

Wormmon wakes up, and paper falls to the sky. Wormmon reads the paper out loud.

Bro. I hope Blastmon enjoys the diamonds, they are made of the finest human hair.

Blastmon-Head stops eating and spits out the diamonds, “These are made from human hair!!!”

Wormmon said, “Well yeah... Is that a problem?”

“That disgusting ROB! He fed me hair!” Blastmon-Head shouted in the sky. “I will make you pay! I will find you and pulverize you! ROB! Do you hear me?! I will be your end!”

Blastmon-Head kept hopping up and down and screaming to the sky for another thirty minutes.

Wormmon had a thought, if God wanted to punish someone, he would sometimes answer your prayers.

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POV Greg.

Few days later.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head reached an area that looked like a swamp. The dense, humid air hung heavy with the scent of damp soil. The dark, still water reflected the twisted forms of trees and the hanging veils of moss.

Greg squinted at the scene and said, "Should we fly across?"

Blastmon-Head, ever the optimist, chimed in, "I'm sure we can cross the swamp by jumping on the logs."

With a determined leap, Blastmon-Head hopped onto a log, which promptly broke, sending him plummeting into the murky water.

Greg gasped, "Blastmon!"

Without thinking, Greg dove into the water, only to disappear beneath the surface.

Wormmon, eyes wide, shouted, "Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!"

With a flash of light, Wormmon transformed into Stingmon and dived into the swamp, quickly dragging both Blastmon-Head and Greg out of the water.

Blastmon-Head lay panting on the ground. "That was horrible. I thought I was going to die."

Greg, equally exhausted, gasped, "Likewise."

Greg whipped off the excessive water from his body.

Blastmon-Head said, “This hurts my pride. Greg, can you do me a favor and clean me? There is mud in places I don’t even know existed.”

Greg said, "Sure, buddy.”

Greg takes out a white tower from the red bagpack and starts cleaning Blastmon-Head off of mud.

Stingmon shook his head in exasperation and said, "You two are idiots."

Stingmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

Wormmon is quite happy that when he de-digivolve the mud, the dirty water is removed.

Blastmon-Head grumbled, "I miss my body. I could pulverize this entire swamp if I had it."

A slug Digimon appeared and moved slowly toward the group. "Oh, a human! I haven’t seen one of your kind here for a while. I am Numemon, and this is Magic Mushroom Swamp.”

Greg said, "Hello, Numemon, I am Greg. The worm Digimon is Wormmon. The diamond head digimon is Blastmon.”

Wormmon asked suspiciously, “Why is it called Magic Mushroom Swamp?”

Numemon answered, “The swamp has mushrooms with various effects. One of the most popular mushrooms allows you to forget certain memories, it affects both Digimons and humans.”

Wormmon asked, “...Are you telling me I can forget ever watching Dragon Ball anime if I eat a mushroom. I can enjoy my beloved show all over again.... What does the mushroom look like?”

Greg said, “I know what you're planning, and it’s not a good idea.”

Numemon answered, “Forget Me Mushroom is a blue and purple mushroom with white ring patterns.”

“I see...” Wormmon immediately started running toward the swamp with fire blazing in his eyes.

Greg body tackled Wormmon to the ground and shouted, "Dammit, don’t do drugs, you Dragon Ball obsessed idiot!”

Greg held Wormmon tightly as Digimon was trying to escape.

Wormmon shouted, “Let me go! Let me go! Let me goooo!”

A long time later, Greg was able to calm down Wormmon.

Greg, Blastmon-Head, and a tired Wormmon were back to standing in front of Numemon.

Numemon said, “Allow me to continue. There are some mushrooms you should avoid eating.”

Greg said, “Poison mushrooms, huh.”

Numemon clarified, "No, because they mutate humans and Digimon. One of the extreme cases is when you consume the Fire Mutant Mushroom you gain the power to control fire.”

Greg said excitedly, “You mean! I can control fire, one of the hottest powers in the world! What does the mushroom look like!?!”

Wormmon said, “Greg, don't do this.”

Numemon replied, “The Fire Mutant Mushroom is a mushroom that has orange, yellow, and red flame designs.”

Greg immediately started dashing into the swamp.

Wormmon shouted, "Wormmon Digivolve to Stingmon!"

With a flash of light, Wormmon transformed into Stingmon.

Stingmon body tackled Greg to the ground.

Stingmon shouted, “Dammit Greg! I am making sure you don’t ruin your life!”

Greg yelled, “I need firepower! I will be as hot as Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. Don’t ruin my dreaammmmms. My destiny awaits me!”

Stingmon didn’t let Greg go until he calmed down and promised he wouldn't eat weird mushrooms.

After Greg calmed down. Stingmon de-digivolved to Wormmon.

All three, Wormmon, Blastmon-Head, and a tired Greg were back to standing in front of Numemon.

Wormmon said, "Alright, we are going to fly over the Magic Mushroom Swamp.”

Numemon said, “I recommend you go through the forest and collect Healing Mushrooms. They can heal any Digimons and human injuries.”

Greg said, “...Do you think we should risk this?”

“No!” Wormmon shouted, “We don’t have the self-restraint to go through the Swamp and not eat life-changing mushrooms.”

Blastmon-Head laughed and said, “I won’t fall for temptations. These Healing Mushrooms sound like life saviors. We should collect them.”

Greg said, “I know we can do it.”

Wormmon sighed and said, “Fine. Lets get this over with.....”

Numemon said, “The Healing Mushroom is white with pink heart patterns. Good luck.”

Wormmon, Greg, and Blastmon-Head entered the Magic Mushroom Swamp.

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Greg was carrying Wormmon on his shoulder and clutching Blastmon-Head in his arms.

The Healing Mushrooms were easy to locate, and Greg found some, placing them in the red backpack.

There were mushrooms in all shapes and forms.

Greg even spotted a Fire Mutant Mushroom. His eyes locked on it, and before he could do anything, his hand was reaching for it.

Wormmon smacked Greg’s head, “Don’t you dare.”

“Aggh. This is awful,” Greg whined.

“We will get through this and not turn it into a disaster,” Wormmon said.

“Okay,” Greg said sadly.

Greg continued collecting the Healing Mushrooms.

While Greg was reaching down to collect a particularly large Healing Mushroom, he tripped and fell.

Both Greg and Wormmon ended up in the swamp water.

Blastmon-Head landed in a pile of Magic Mushrooms and accidentally ate one.

Greg and Wormmon watched in horror as Blastmon-Head began to grow and grow until he was huge and Kaiju-sized.

Greg said, “Oh no.”

Wormmon said, “He’s not kid-sized anymore.”

Giant Blastmon-Head laughed. “Hahahaha! I feel powerful! Everyone looked down on me! Now I look down on everyone! With these mushrooms, I will be invincible!”

Giant Blastmon-Head opened his large mouth and devoured a log covered in Magic Mushrooms.

Greg, Wormmon, and the Giant Blastmon-Head waited anxiously for the Magic Mushrooms to take effect.

Suddenly, Giant Blastmon-Head erupted in flames.

Giant Blastmon-Head screamed in agony, “AAAAAHHHH!!! I am on fire!”

Greg said in envy, “That should have been me!”

Wormmon screamed, “Duck and roll! Duck and roll! Duck and roll!”

Giant Blastmon-Head started to roll in the swamp water, but the fire wouldn’t go out.

Wormmon watched in horror as the giant flaming diamond head rolled toward him and Greg.

Wormmon and Greg started to run away as the flaming Giant Blastmon-Head chased after them.

Wormmon screamed, “AAAAAHHHH!!!”

Greg screamed, “AAAAAHHHH!!!”

Flaming Giant Blastmon-Head screamed, “AAAAAHHHH!!!”

Everyone was traumatized.

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POV Numemon.

Numemon saw Wormmon, Greg, and Blastmon-Head come back from the Magic Mushroom Swamp looking like they fought a powerful fire Digimon.

Numemon asked, “What happened?”

Wormmon said, “Mistakes have been made.”

Blastmon-Head burps out a fireball.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

The forest is walked through by Blastmon-Head, Greg, and Wormmon.

They went out of the forest and saw the open ocean.

Wormmon saw the ocean and asked, “So... how are we going to cross the ocean?”

Blastmon-Head answered in bewilderment, “There shouldn’t be an ocean here. It should be flat grassland.”

Wormmon responded, “What?”

Greg responded, “Wow, so this is the effect of global warming, what a tragedy.”

Wormmon spoke in disbelief, “This isn’t Earth Bet, this is the Digimon World. They don’t have global warming.”

Greg asked, “Where did all the water come from?”

Blastmon-Head answered, "Well, a Digimon could have done this.”

Wormmon spoke, “That’s a scary possibility.”

Blastmon-Head asks, “How are we going to cross the ocean?”

Wormmon continued to stare at the ocean in front of him. He couldn’t even see the land in the distance, so it was obviously a ton of water.

Greg asked, “If we continue to go south, we are going to have to fly over the ocean. Maybe we should have used your snake digivolve form.”

Wormmon asked, “You mean Quetzalmon?”

Greg nodded his head and affirmed. "Yes, that one. You have 7 different armor digimon forms. It is hard to remember the names of all of them.”

Wormmon replied, “True. Alright, use the Digimental of Light to armor Digivolve me.”

Greg yelled, “Digi Armour Energize!"

In Greg's left eye, the Crest of Light appeared.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Quetzalmon!”

Both Greg and Blastmon-Head were riding Quetzalmon. Quetzalmon flew into the air carrying Blastmon-Head and Greg.

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Quetzalmon was traveling in the sky above the oceans.

For fifteen minutes they were flying in the sky, and there was no land in sight.

Quetzalmon worries that he will lose stamina before he gets to the other side.

Quetzalmon started to calculate how far he could go before landing in the ocean.

Something huge emerged out of the sea. It was a humongous woman, on closer examination she was a mermaid.

The mermaid waved her hands toward Quetzalmon and spoke, “Hello there, why don’t you come closer so I can speak to you?”

Greg said, “She is beautiful.”

Blastmon-Head said, “She is super super super powerful.”

Quetzalmon was nervous because the huge mermaid was obviously a Mega Digimon.

Quetzalmon was going to need to be Togemogumon to have a chance of beating a Mega.

The mermaid spoke, “Come down here, I won’t hurt you.”

Quetzalmon hesitated, but he went down to meet the giant mermaid.

The mermaid had her palms open and together like she was going to catch rain.

Quetzalmon landed on the giant mermaid with open hands.

The mermaid said, “Nice to meet you, little one. I am AncientMermaidmon, the ruler of the ocean.”

Greg gave a bow. “I’m Greg, a human.”

Blastmon-Head said, “I’m Blastmon.”

Quetzalmon said, “You can call me Bait. Right now I am a Quetzalmon.”

AncientMermaidmon said, “Bait, I feel you are familiar to me. Have we meant before?”

Quetzalmon responded, “Oh no. We never meant.”

AncientMermaidmon said, “Is that so? No matter. I’ve been searching for an item that was stolen from me. My trident. Can you help me find it? I will reward you handsomely.”

Greg said immediately, “Deal.”

Quetzalmon said, “Greg, don’t be a simp.”

Blastmon-Head asked, “Are you the reason that the ocean covers these lands?”

AncientMermaidmon spoke, "Yes, I am, I am expanding the ocean so it would be easier to find my lost trident.”

Greg said in horror, “You got to stop! Your going to destroy the environment and make the area unlivable for land base Digimon!”

AncientMermaidmon spoke, “I need to find my trident. It is very important to me.”

Quetzalmon sighed deeply, “Let's find this trident. It will be a much easier task than defeating AncientMermaidmon.”

AncientMermaidmon spoke, “Thank you, little one, for the help.”

Greg said, “Great AncientMermaidmon, please reverse the damage you have done upon the land when we give you your trident.”

AncientMermaidmon smiled beautifully and nodded. "Oh, of course, little one.”

Quetzalmon flew back with the new mission of finding the trident for AncientMermaidmon.

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Greg, Quetzalmon, and Blastmon-Head were now back on land.

Quetzalmon de-digivolve into Wormmon.

Greg stretched his arms and yawned.

Blastmon-Head asked, “How are we going to find the AncientMermaidmon’s trident?”

Greg answered, “Back home, we used Tattletale to investigate for us. She is a Thinker who is good at finding information. Since we don’t have her, we are going to use Searchmon. Another Digivolution of Wormmon.”

Blastmon-Head said excitement. "Wow, you have so many Digivolutions! We will reach the tower in no time!”

Wormmon shook his head. "Well, we don’t have Digivolutions for every problem we face. I wish we did, though. Anyway Greg Armor Digievolve me.”

“Will do Wormmon,” Greg yelled, “Digi Armour Energize!"

In Greg's left eye, the Crest of Knowledge appeared.

Wormmon said, “Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Searchmon!”

Wormmon glowed and digivolve to Searchmon.

Blastmon-Head looked at his reflection on Searchmon's shiny body and said, “Hello handsome.”

Searchmon was picking up sounds, he could see the outline of the area. As he continued to look, he didn’t see any trident shaped object. “I guess we need to continue walking around and searching. I will find it if it’s in the area.”

Greg nodded his head. "Alright, let's search, we don’t want to walk around in the dark.”

The group started to explore for the trident.

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Four hours of searching later, Searchmon has successfully found the trident.

“Guys!” Searchmon said excitedly, “I found the trident!”

“Really where?” Greg asked.

Searchmon said, “Come on guys, follow me.”

Searchmon started to run in the direction of the trident, with both Greg and Blastmon-Head following after him.

Searchmon led the group to a tree. Sitting on top of the tree was an angel-like digimon.

The Digimon is relatively small, the size of a basketball. Its body is round and plump, giving it a cute and almost chibi-like appearance. It was a primary pink color with white wings. In one hand of the Digimon was a spear, and in the other was the golden trident.

Piximon was currently eating the cookies from the tree.

Blastmon-Head said in surprise, “That’s Piximon!”

“Piximon?” Greg said in surprise.

Blastmon-Head elaborated, “Piximon is a Digimon that can do magic. It can pop up anywhere in space and time. It’s a really dangerous Digimon.”

Searchmon said, “I knew stealing the trident couldn’t be done by a normal Digimon.”

Searchmon de-digivolve to Wormmon.

“Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!”

Wormmon glowed and digivolve to Stingmon.

Greg said, “We can try to ask for the trident back.”

Stingmon said, “If Piximon doesn’t return the trident. Then we will use force.”

Greg said, “Violence isn’t always the answer, let me talk to Piximon. I will try to convince him to give back the trident.”

Stingmon said, “Violence is a question, and the answer is yes. We will try it your way first. Good luck.”

Greg was one who stepped forward toward Piximon, with Blastmon-Head and JewelBeemon following Greg's steps.

Greg shouted loudly, “Hello Piximon.”

Piximon turned his head, his mouth full of cookies, and stared at the group. “What do you want, kid? Don’t you see that I'm eating?”

Greg said, “Funny story. That trident you have in your hand belongs to AncientMermaidmon. She has been looking for it and has been flooding the entire area trying to find her trident. Can you return the trident to her before she turns the entire area into an ocean?”

Piximon smiled evilly and lifted the trident in the air, “You mean this beauty! I stole it from that broad while she was asleep. There is no way I am going to return it!”

Greg shrugged. “Well, I tried. He’s all yours, Wormmon.”

“Lets get that trident back.” Stingmon extended his stinger and charged at Piximon, his stinger being thrust at the angel Digimon.

The stinger slammed into Piximon.

“Augh!” Piximon is thrown back and tumbles through the air and upright itself.

Piximon says, “That was a strong and fast attack! I am going to take you kids seriously!”

Stingmon says in shock, “I’m surprised he survived my attack! This one is super durable!”

Piximon teleports behind Stingmon. Piximon yelled, “Begone!”

Stingmon disappeared. It was like he was there one second, and now there was no trace left.

Greg was shocked and yelled, “What did you do?!”

Piximon laughs arrogantly, “I sent him to the past! Bye bye kids! Your lucky that you got one hit on me! If I were less injured, you two would be in a world of pain.”

Piximon flies away.

Blastmon-Head says, “What should we do now?”

Greg shakes his head, his eyes trembling. “I don’t know.”

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon

Wormmon woke up with a killer headache. Wormmon moaned in agony as he checked his surroundings.

Wormmon mumbled, “Where is Greg and Blastmon?”

Wormmon couldn’t find Greg or Blastmon-Head. The last thing Wormmon remembered was the battle with Piximon.

Wormmon deduced, “Piximon must have sent me in the past or the future. I could be on a totally different continent. Regardless of where I am, I need to find Greg.”

A giant bird Digimon landed in front of Wormmon and said, “I am Parrotmon, and this territory belongs to me! Why are you here?!”

Wormmon was a caterpillar and Parrotmon was a giant bird. The first thing Wormmon thought when he saw Parrotmon was that he was going to be eaten.

“Time to fight!” Wormmon pumped himself up. “Wormmon Warp Digivolve to JewelBeemon!”

Nothing happened for Wormmon, he didn’t glow, he didn’t transform.

"Well, isn’t this embarrassing?” Wormmon nervously laughed. “I am very dead.”

Parrotmon spread his wings wide, “Small insect! Begone from my lands!”

Parrotmon flapped his wings, and a powerful gust of wind was generated.

Wormmon's small body lifted off the ground, and he soared through the air, “Oh no!”

Wormmon was now flying in the air at terrifying speed, spinning like a shuriken in the air.

As Wormmon descended into the forest, he must have hit four tree canopy before he crashed into the ground.

Wormmon groaned as he lifted himself up. He was covered in branches, leaves, and cookies.

Wormmon shaken his body like a dog getting the stuff off of him.

“Let's not go through that again,” Wormmon said. "Okay, so I need to avoid the stronger Digimon because I can’t Digivolve.”

Wormmon picked a random direction and started walking.

As Wormmon continued walking, he was getting hungry.

Wormmon saw many Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies on a tree.

“Oh sweet,” Wormmon climbed the tree and reached the canopy. Wormmon started to pick the cookies and eat them. “These are good.”

Wormmon's mind started to wonder to Greg, “I hope he’s doing okay...”

Wormmon finished his snack and continued on his journey.

Wormmon heard a loud stomping sound, and hurriedly Wormmon hid in the bushes.

Tyrannomon appeared, it walked forward, not too fast or slow. It passed Wormmon, who was hiding in the bush.

When Tyrannomon was out of the way. Wormmon got out of the bush, and he continued his journey.

“I already miss my awesome and overpowered Digivolutions. Greg I am never going to take you for granted again,” Wormmon said as he started crying. T_T.

Wormmon would continue his journey through the forest, dodging from the powerful Digimon that inhabited the area.

Before long, Wormmon heard someone singing a beautiful melody.

Wormmon was memorized by the charming music.

Wormmon followed the sound and discovered a woman with blue skin and fins on the sides of her head, seated on a boulder. She was singing a beautiful, enchanting melody.

Wormmon hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

Should he approach the singing Digimon and ask for information? Was it the Digimon's humanoid appearance that made him feel more trusting? The captivating song gave him a positive impression.

But then, Wormmon remembered stories about sirens luring sailors to their doom.

Wormmon decided to take the risk.

Wormmon approached the singing Digimon and greeted, “Hello.”

The singing Digimon stopped singing, looked at Wormmon, and her face contorted into disgust. "Eww, a bug.”

Wormmon cried. T__T.

Why did that reaction hurt so much? It wasn’t his fault he was a bug! Goddammit!

Wormmon spoke after getting his emotions in check. “Your singing is beautiful... Uhm... Have you seen any humans in the area? I’m Wormmon.”

“You may address this one as Ranamon, and yes, my voice is that of an angel. What is so called human? Is it, by chance, a delicious type of cookie?” Ranamon asked.

“That’s not good...” Wormmon said sadly. 😔.

What was Wormmon supposed to do now?

Wormmon asked another question. “Have you seen Piximon?”

“This one heard of Piximon and how he causes trouble,” Ranamon said. “This one saw him once around the forest, but this one has not seen him recently.”

Wormmon now had a goal. He was going to find Piximon and force him to transport him back to Greg.

“Thank you for the help. I will be going now,” Wormmon said as he was leaving.

Wormmon left the clearing. He heard footsteps following after him.

Wormmon turned around and saw Ranamon a few feet behind him.

Wormmon asked, “Why are you following me?”

"This one does not want to learn about your demise. Especially since you complimented this one music."

Wormmon puffed out his chest. "I'll have you know, I’m quite the fighter."

Ranamon leaned down and placed her hands on her knees. "Oh my, this one sure you’re just the toughest," she teased. 😊.

"I’m not getting rid of you, am I?" Wormmon asked.

“You are not.”

“Okay then, my plan is to find Piximon and get him to transport me back to my friends. Do you know how we are going to find Piximon?”

"Not a single one."

Wormmon was back to square one.

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Ranamon and Wormmon were searching the forest for Piximon.

Ranamon said, "Oh, look at this black and white cookie tree. Aren't those cookies just divine?"

Wormmon was confused and followed the path where Ranamon was looking.

The tree that Ranamon was looking at had Oreo cookies growing on the tree.

Wormmon said in longing, “It's been such a long time since I had oreos.”

Ranamon raised her hand and opened her palm. “Whipping wave!”

A water whip attacked the tree, and the Oreo cookies fell to the ground. The oreos broke on impacting the ground.

Ranamon collapsed on her knees. She looked at the broken Oreo cookies sorrowfully. "What a tragedy! Delectable cookies in front of this one, now all ruined?!"

“Allow me to get you some oreos,” Wormmon climbed the tree with ease.

Ranamon muttered, "Tiny bug is small, however, you can reach the delicious cookies."

Wormmon collected a lot of cookies and then climbed down the tree.

Wormmon offered the Ranamon, “Here you go.”

Ranamon rubbed Wormmon's head and said, “Tiny bug is amazing.”

Wormmon felt frustrated being complemented and stuttered out, “Ah well. Yeah, I am.”

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Wormmon searched through the forest and failed to find Piximon.

The sky was getting dark.

“It's almost nighttime,” Wormmon said in regret. “We are going to need to find a place to sleep.”

Ranamon replied, “This one knows the perfect place to sleep. Follow me.”

Ranamon led Wormmon to a school in the middle of the forest.

The school building stands out in the middle of a forest. The exterior is painted in cheerful colors, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The entrance features a colorful mural depicting scenes of learning and play.

Wormmon said in shock, “There's a school here.”

“These buildings are all over the Digiworld.”

Wormmon nodded. “I see.”

Wormmon started to recall a fact that sometime in the human world they would delete data and it would appear in the Digimon World. Maybe the blueprint of a school was deleted and it ended up being added to the Digimon World.

Wormmon and Ranamon entered the school.

Small baby Digimon were in the school, playing around.

“Ranamon!” Pipimon, a round green baby Digimon, was excited to see Ranamon. "Oh, your back!”

“Do you have a treat for us?” Poyomon asked a baby Digimon that looked like a ghost.

“I hope it is delicious,” Choromon said, who looked like a metal computer mouse.

The baby Digimon went to Ranamon. Ranamon gave the oreos to the baby Digimons. “Here are the treats, little ones.”

Wormmon asked, “Do you take care of the baby Digimons?”

Ranamon replied, “This one does give treats to the baby Digimon, however, the group of Monzaemon protects the territory.”

Renamon went to the nursing office, which had three beds.

Wormmon picked the bed closest to the door. As he melted into the bed, he felt happy and comfortable.

Ranamon leaned on the windowsill and started to sing a melody.

Wormmon didn’t realize how exhausted he was as he drifted to sleep listening to Ranamon’s song.

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When Wormmon woke up, Ranamon was snuggling with him in the same bed.

Wormmon now faced a dilemma. How was he going to move without waking up Ranamon?

Wormmon wiggled his body and started to inch away from Ranamon. Ranamon readjusted his arms and pulled him deeper into her hug.

Wormmon was stuck until Ranamon woke up.

Eventually Ranamon woke up. She stared down at Wormmon and asked, “Why are you in this one bed?”

“I should be asking you that,” Wormmon asked. “This bed is closer to the door. It is obvious you are in my bed.”

“Hmmm,” Ranamon hummed softly. “It is obviously your fault, you are warm and cuddly.”

Wormmon looked at Ranamon like she was crazy.

Wormmon asked, “Okay, can you let me go?”

“Do you not like this one holding you?”

“Well... It's nice.”

“Then there is no problem. Stay with this one for another hour.”

Ranamon started to drift back to sleep. 😪.

Wormmon felt trapped. 😖.

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It took awhile before Ranamon woke up.

Wormmon asked Ranamon, “Can you give me a tour of the school? Since you do live here.”

Ranamon replied, "Sure, this one can give you a tour. In exchange, this one hopes you can fetch me more delicious cookies.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

Ranamon smiled and started giving a tour of the school.

Ranamon led Wormmon to a room with wooden laminated floors and two hoops. Soccer balls, tennis balls, basketballs, and dodgeballs were scattered on the floor of the room.

Ranamon said, “This is the ball room, since it has a lot of balls.”

Wormmon replied, “This is the gym.”

Baby Digimon were playing with the ball. Monzaemon was watching them play.

Monzaemon looked at Ranamon and gave a nod. Ranamon returned the gesture.

Wormmon asked, “Do Monzaemon talk?”

Ranamon replied, “This one has not heard them talk. They communicate with gestures. This one has counted ten Monzaemon in this building.”

Ranamon led Wormmon to a room filled with computers. The computers lacked internet access but included games like Solitaire, Chess, and Tetris, along with applications such as Notepad, Paint, and a calculator.

Ranamon said, “This is the metal box room, since it has a lot of metal boxes.”

Wormmon replied, “This is the computer room.”

As they were passing to a new room, another Monzaemon was being used as gym equipment and was sitting in the hall.

Wormmon could feel Monzaemon joy surrounded by Baby Digimon.

Ranamon led Wormmon to a room filled with paintbrushes, clay, paint, and other art supplies. Famous paintings by Da Vinci and Leonardo were on the walls.

Ranamon said, “This is the art room, since it has a lot of art supplies.”

Wormmon replied, “Huh, you got this one right.”

Ranamon led Wormmon to a room filled with books.

Monzaemon was flipping through a children's book while baby Digimon watched on.

Ranamon said, “This is the book room, since it has a lot of books.”

Wormmon replied, “This is the library.”

Ranamon asked, "Alright, that covers the important places, what do you want to do now?”

Wormmon answered, “Plan and strategize, let go to a classroom.”

Wormmon was now in the classroom, writing on the board with chalk.

Ranamon was taking a seat.

Wormmon started speaking, “My goal is to find Piximon. We are going to make a map of the forest.”

Ranamon raised her hand.

Wormmon said, "Yes, Ranamon.”

Ranamon said, “Can we make a map of all the delicious cookie trees and powerful Digimons? This one believes those two are very important.”

“Very well, we will add those to the map.”

“Hohohoho. Our group will have many cookies.”

Wormmon made a deadpan face. 😑.

Wormmon asked, “Are the cookies your only thing you're interested in?”

Ranamon answered, “Of course they are. That’s why this one left the ocean. The cookies on this continent are delicious.” Ranamon said, smiling. 😊.

Wormmon could already tell it was going to be a long and arduous journey to find Greg.

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon

Third day separated from Greg.

Wormmmon and Ranamon were traveling through the jungles.

Ranamon held her hand up and said, “Wait, do not go that direction, that is SkullScorpionmon territory.”

Wormmon was trying to find any signs that marked Digimon territory. He didn’t see anything. He asked Ranamon, “How did you know we were entering another Digimon territory?”

Ranamon answered, “SkullScorpionmon marked the territory boundaries with his energy.”

Wormmon asked, “Is this some kind like ki, chi, or chakra power?”

Ranamon thought for a second, “This one, call it energy. Different Digimon call it different names.”

“So how do I use energy?”

“This one focuses on the warm feeling in this one's eyes.”

Wormmon concentrated in his eyes, trying to perceive energy. After a minute of fruitless effort, he gave up. Wormmon said in defeat, “I can’t do it.”

“Tiny bug will get better with practice.”

“I hope so. Then I am going to try to do the kamehameha.”

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Fourth day separated from Greg.

Wormmon was back at school. His exploration of the forest gives him no hints of Piximon.

Wormmon was looking through the library for anything interesting to read and found a joke book.

Ranamon found a book called The Princess Bride and showed the book to Wormmon. “This one wants tiny bug to read this book to me.”

“You can’t read?”

“This one can read Digimoji. Which is the writing system of the Digimon World? This one can’t read this language.”

"Sure, I can read you the book. I can also teach you English so you can read it yourself.”

“This one is too busy to study.”

"Well, that’s a shame, there are tons of books in the library. Don't you want to read them?”

Ranamon looked at the rows of books. “Maybe. Read this one, The Princess Bride, first.”

“Alright. Your majesty. Your wish is my command,” Wormmon said while bowing.

Wormmon read about a quarter of the Princess Bride book before stopping.

Ranamon was looking at Wormmon with glittering eyes. “This one needs to know more!”

“We can read more tomorrow.”

“Ugh. That is not fair...” Ranamon then asked sheepishly, “Can tiny bug teach this one to read English?”

Wormmon nodded his head. “Of course.”

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Fifth day separated from Greg.

Wormmon was marking the days he last saw Greg. There were four slashes and a diagonal slash on a small dry erase board he made with a black marker.

Wormmon learned the hard way that writing on the chalkboard will be erased at the end of the day. He was forced to use the small dry erase board to write his notes, maps, and keep track of the days.

The exploration of the Jungle has only made him discover more cookie trees and Digimon Territories.

Wormmon and Ranamon were drawing in the Art Room. Wormmon is drawing a map of the jungle. Ranamon was drawing for fun.

Ranamon drew a picture of Seadramon. "This is Seadramon. He is very bossy to this one."

Wormmon looked at the drawing and said, "That looks like scribbles."

Ranamon nodded. "That is what Seadramon looks like."

"Okay..." Wormmon replied, "I have a question. I've noticed that when I write on the chalkboard, it disappears by the end of the day. Also, there are two copies of 'The Princess Bride.' I didn’t see another copy of that book in the library. What I’m trying to say is, what's with these oddities?"

"This one does not understand the problem.”

"I mean, it's like a game where things get replenished at the end of the day. It's not just the school. Even the cookie trees have the same number of cookies in the same tree on the same branch."

“What’s the issue?”

“How are these cookies multiplying so quickly, and where did you get a second book?” Wormmon asked, holding up his small dry erase board. “I found exactly twenty small dry erase boards in the art room cupboards. I took one, but the next day, there was still a full pile of twenty. Where did the extra board come from? Who replaced it?”

Ranamon shrugged, “That is just how the world works.”

Wormmon said, “That is both wonderful and inconvenient.”

Wonderful was the fact that they had infinite supplies.

Inconvenient since it was impossible to change the environment without all of it being erased the next day.

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Seventh day separated from Greg.

The school computer lab had many computers, each equipped with basic programs for functionality. However, there was no internet connection, which was a significant drawback.

To Wormmon's delight, the computers had a notepad program. This allowed Wormmon to take notes without having to use multiple dry erase boards.

Wormmon missed the internet and all its resources.

To Wormmon's horror, all the information on the computers was erased by the end of the day.

Fortunately, Wormmon discovered a solution. He found a CD, or compact disk, in the principal's office. Now, Wormmon could write down the information he learned on the notepad and save it on the CD.

Ranamon also spent time in the computer room and found herself becoming addicted to the Tetris game on the computers.

"This one just needs one more line block! Come on, line block!" she exclaimed.

Wormmon decided to create a new notepad document. Finding Piximon was becoming increasingly difficult, and he didn't know how long he would be stuck there. He started writing the name of the document: "Parahuman Worm by Wildbow."

Wormmon planned to give all the information he had gathered to Greg, hopeful that one day he would find his friend.

Ranamon asked, “What is tiny bug working on?”

Wormmon paused as he stopped typing, “A story with a sad ending. I am writing about a person's life and what will happen in the future.”

“You know the future?”

“I know a certain person's future and only that person. Not myself.”

“There are always drawbacks with such powers. Your power sounds inconvenient.”

Wormmon chuckled, “The person lived a very eventful life. I want to share this story with my friend Greg.”

“Greg, is that tiny bug friend?”

“Yes, I've been looking for Piximon to send me back to him.”

“Hmm,” Ranamon hummed thoughtfully. “Can you read this one, the story you're writing?”

Wormmon paused and then replied, “How about learning to read English? You can read it yourself. I’ve been reading Princess Brides to you. You need motivation to learn the language.”

Ranamon pouted, “This one has been too busy to learn properly.”

Wormmon replied, “Trust me. Your not going to regret it.”

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Tenth Day separated from Greg.

Ranamon and Wormmon were in the nurses room, sleeping in the nurse's bed.

Monzaemon entered the nurse room. The large bear Digimon steps woke up the pair.

Ranamon opened her eyes and yawned. “Yawn. What do you want?”

Ranamon stirring awake made Wormmon wake up.

Monzaemon was holding three empty dodgeball bags. Monzaemon was giving the empty dodgeball bag toward Ranamon.

Ranamon said, "Oh, it is that time of the month.”

Wormmon asked, “What going on?”

Ranamon said, “We are going to go to the territories with friendly Digimon and ask for cookies. They will exchange these empty dodgeball bags with dodgeball bags filled with cookies. We can use all those cookies to feed the baby Digimon that lives here.”

Wormmon nodded his head. “Can I come with you?”

Ranamon nodded her head, “Sure.”

Wormmon and Ranamon left the school and were walking to the first friendly territory.

Leomon was leaning against a tree when Wormmon and Ranamon saw him.

Ranamon greeted, “Hello Leomon.”

“Ranamon,” Leomon returned with a nod. “The Monzaemons making you carry the bags?”

Ranamon smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, this one is helping feed the baby Digimon.”

Leomon laughed, which was so loud that it shook the ground, “Good! Well, here is the cookie bag.”

Leomon went behind the tree and pulled out a dodgeball bag that seemed to be filled to the brim with cookies.

Ranamon gave the empty dodgeball bag to Leomon and got the full dodgeball with cookies in the exchange.

Wormmon approached Leomon, “Leomon. I am Wormmon, and I’ve been searching for Piximon. Have you seen him?”

Leomon answered, “I am sorry I haven’t seen that particular Digimon.”

Wormmon's shoulder fell. “That’s too bad.”

Leomon said, “I am sure you will find Piximon one day.”

Wormmon said sadly, “Hopefully.”

Ranamon visited two more Digimon, and much to Wormmon's dismay, they didn’t have information on Piximon either.

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Fourteenth Day separated from Greg

Ranamon and Wormmon were in the library.

Ranamon was reading her copy of "The Princess Bride." Wormmon had observed that she was remarkably quick at picking up English. Although she occasionally asked Wormmon for help with a word, she had no trouble learning the new language.

Wormmon felt like his heart was really heavy. For two weeks, he failed to find Piximon. He was considered searching the territories of the stronger Digimons. He considered the risk and weighed if it was worth it.

“Tiny bug?” Ranamon asked.

“Yes?”

“Tiny bug isn’t reading.”

“I am not in the mood today to read.”

“Oh ho. What is tiny bug in the mood to do?”

“I want to search the forest more... I need to find a way home.”

“It is dark outside,” Ranamon said. “We can search in the morning. Tonight this one singing to the baby Digimon on stage. Do you have a song request?”

Wormmon considered the question, “I have a request. But it will require someone to know sheet music and know how to play the piano.”

Ranamon smiled, “The Monzaemon has supernatural ability to play instruments, this one believes they can read sheet music and play the piano. They are quite talented. Tell me your request.”

Wormmon spoke his request.

Later in the same night.

Ranamon had a routine that she would sing on the stage in the lunchroom.

A crowd of baby Digimon were seated on the cafeteria benches.

At the back, nine Monzaemon sat, each accompanied by a group of baby Digimon using them as cushions.

A single Monzaemon played the piano.

Ranamon began singing, "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars." Her voice was beautiful as Monzaemon played the piano perfectly.

Wormmon ended up crying after hearing the song. T__T.

All the guests enjoyed the concert.

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Twenty days separated from Greg.

Wormmon woke up early and saw Ranamon deep in sleep. The plan he had today was risky, and he couldn’t allow Ranamon to stop him. He was going to enter territory owned by the dangerous Digimon. He had to take the risk if he ever wanted to find Piximon.

Wormmon sneaked out of the Nurse room and left the school.

Wormmon quickly found the territory owned by SkullScorpionmon. Wormmon was able to concentrate the energy in his eyes and see the marking that SkullScorpionmon was marking the area.

The forest was dense, the canopy above blocking out much of the moonlight, casting long, skeletal shadows on the ground. Wormmon moved cautiously, his small, green body blending with the foliage. He crept through the underbrush, his antennae twitching, alert for any sign of danger. He knew he was in SkullScorpionmon's territory, and that knowledge weighed heavily on him.

Each step was deliberate, every rustle of leaves beneath him sending a shiver down his segmented spine. He paused behind a tree. The forest was still, but he could sense the malevolent presence of SkullScorpionmon, lurking, hunting.

A snapping twig made Wormmon freeze, his heart pounding in his tiny chest. The skeletal silhouette of SkullScorpionmon loomed in the distance, its exoskeleton glinting menacingly in the dim light. Its claws clicked rhythmically, a sinister symphony that sent a chill down Wormmon's spine. He pressed himself against the tree, willing himself to become invisible, to meld with the shadows.

SkullScorpionmon's tail swayed, the deadly stinger at its tip glistening with venom. The creature moved with a predatory grace, searching, always searching. Wormmon held his breath, his tiny legs trembling. The beast paused, its eye seeming to scan the forest, then, with a guttural hiss, it moved on, disappearing into the darkness.

Wormmon exhaled slowly, the tension easing only slightly. He knew he couldn't stay hidden for long. He had to find Piximon and get out before SkullScorpionmon circled back. He darted from tree to tree, each movement calculated, each pause filled with dread.

In the end, Wormmon couldn’t find Piximon or even a clue of the Digimon in the SkullScorpionmon territory.

Wormmon returned to the school, dejected and empty-handed, his antennae drooping with the weight of his failure. The dim lights cast long shadows in the hallway as he trudged through, lost in thought. He barely noticed Ranamon approaching, her eyes wide with worry.

"Where did you go?" Ranamon's voice was soft but urgent as she picked him up, enveloping him in a warm hug.

"I was just going for a walk," Wormmon mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

Ranamon pulled back slightly, her eyes piercing into his. "Why are you lying to me?" Her voice was firm, laced with accusations.

Wormmon fumbled for words, but none came. The silence between them stretched on, heavy and suffocating.

"Where did you go?" Ranamon repeated, her voice a whisper now, edged with fear.

Wormmon sighed, the weight of the truth pressing down on him. "I went to SkullScorpionmon's territory to find Piximon."

Ranamon's grip tightened, her eyes wide with horror. "What is wrong with you? You could have been killed!" Her voice rose to a high octave, echoing through the empty halls.

"I needed to find Piximon," Wormmon said, his voice resolute. "I've searched every safe place in the forest. I have to venture into the dangerous areas."

Ranamon sighed deeply, placing him gently on the ground. "Wormmon, this one furious with you! How dare you risk your life like this? Do you have any idea what it would do to this one if you were gone? When you die, you turn into a Digiegg and lose all your precious memories. All those memories we've shared, gone in an instant!"

"It's a risk I have to take," Wormmon replied, his voice steady.

Ranamon's eyes filled with tears as she screamed, “Does this one not matter to you, Wormmon? Do all the times we've spent together mean nothing to you? Is your friend Greg so important that it's okay to leave this one alone and risk your life without a second thought? Answer me, Wormmon!”

Wormmon was silent, the answer already clear in his mind. "You do matter to me. I'm sorry, Ranamon. I need to find Greg."

Ranamon's tears spilled over, each one a dagger to Wormmon's soul. "You absolute fool!" she cried, her voice breaking.

She turned and ran, leaving Wormmon standing alone in the empty hallway, the echo of her footsteps and her sobs lingering in the air.

Wormmon trudged on, thinking that he was horrible and he was alone again.

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Thirty days separated from Greg.

In the art room, there were a number of dry erase boards on the ground. Some mapping the area, others with the location of cookie trees, others had details about Digimon territories.

Wormmon marked the thirty-day mark on the dry erase board. He counted every mark he made on the board. Thirty days.

Wormmon has been searching through the forest. Even going as far as sneaking into stronger Digimon territories. Searching for any clues of Piximon.

All of his hard work was useless.

“God fucking dammit!” Wormmon throws the boards he’s been marking into the window. The window cracks on impact.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Wormmon ranted out loud. “I need to go back to Greg! He’s my partner! We are supposed to save the world together!”

Wormmon felt hot tears well up in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling. “ROB! I know you are listening to me, you bastard! Send me back to Greg!”

Wormmon prayed that R.O.B. heard his voice.

Wormmon screamed, “Why did you send me to Earth Bet!?! Why did you make me care about Earth Bet if you aren’t going to help me save it!?! Haven’t we fought hard enough!?! Haven’t we suffered enough!?! Haven’t we sacrificed enough!?! WHY DID YOU GIVE ME A PLACE I BELONG AND TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!!!”

Wormmon was going mad, he started to see everything he lost and was trying so hard to get back.

Greg's smiling face flashed into his mind.

Taylor's cold exterior but warm heart flashed into his mind.

The Undersiders, who Wormmon was growing closer to, flashed into his mind.

Triumph, whom Wormmon was learning to respect and trust, flashed into his mind.

Brockton Bay, the city Wormmon called home, flashed into his mind.

“Please,” Wormmon pleaded with all of his heart, tears streaming down his face. “Send me back.”

R.O.B. was silent.

Chapter Text

POV Wormmon.

Thirty-four days separated from Greg.

Wormmon was in a classroom.

Wormmon laid his body on cushion mountain, which is a name he gave a pillow heap he created.

Baby Digimon were jumping around, having a great time, jumping, spinning, and rolling their bodies.

The noise was a good distraction from Wormmon's dark thoughts.

The Monzaemon entered the room, and the baby Digimon went to the large bear.

Monzaemon was giving cookies to the baby Digimon. The baby Digimon, like excited baby chicks, were gobbling the cookies up.

Monzaemon finished feeding the cookies to the baby Digimon and moved toward Wormmon and offered a cookie.

Wormmon shook his head. “No thanks.”

Monzaemon patted Wormmon on the head. Which was nice.

Monzaemon seems to have adopted Wormmon into his group of baby Digimon. After his falling out with Ranamon, he... hasn’t been doing well.

Wormmon appreciated the gesture and even talked long hours with the teddy bear Digimon about his problem. The ordeal he went through with Greg. The reason he needed to find Piximon. The argument he had with Ranamon. He spilled everything to Monzaemon. Even though Monzaemon didn't talk, it was nice to get everything off his chest.

Monzaemon picked up Wormmon and carried him out of the classroom.

Wormmon shouted, “Hey big guy, where are you taking me?”

Monzaemon had placed him in a janitor closet.

In the janitor closet, there were mops, various cleaning liquids, toilet paper, paper towels, and other tools.

Another Monzaemon carrying Ranamon like a cat placed her in the same janitor closets.

The Monzaemon closed the door of the janitor closet with both Ranamon and Wormmon stuck together in the closet.

Wormmon noticed that Ranamon looked... downtrodden. Her eyes were red. She didn’t look happy like he remembered.

Wormmon knows it was two weeks since he last saw Ranamon.

Wormmon would go to the nurse room sometimes and hear Ranamon crying, and like a bastard coward he was, he would run away.

Wormmon had so many words he wanted to say to Ranamon. The reason he wanted to find Greg. The world he wanted to save. The messed-up situation he was in. The responsibility on his shoulders

Ranamon looked at Wormmon with wet eyes.

All the words Wormmon wanted to say flew out the window.

Wormmon knew what he really wanted to say. Wormmon said, “I am sorry.”

Ranamon scooped Wormmon up and held him tight. “You fool.”

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Forty days separated from Greg.

Wormmon and Ranamon were nestled in the quiet of the Computer Lab. The hum of machines provided a steady backdrop as Wormmon's antennae twitched with anticipation. He had just finished typing the complete story of "Parahuman Worm" by Wildbow, a monumental task that had taken weeks.

Wormmon looked over at Ranamon, who was absorbed in a game of Tetris, her fingers deftly maneuvering the falling blocks. "Hey, Ranamon," he called softly. "I finished writing that story about the future. It explains a lot about the world I come from and why I need to go back. Want to read it?"

Ranamon paused her game, her curiosity piqued. She nodded, her eyes meeting Wormmon's. "Sure, this one loves to."

With a grateful nod, Wormmon handed her the CD. "This has everything on it. I'll make more copies later, but for now, this one will do."

Ranamon took the disk and inserted it into the computer, the screen flickering to life as she began to read the epic tale of Taylor Hebert and her harrowing journey, culminating in her victory against a near-omnipotent alien god.

Meanwhile, Wormmon slid a fresh compact disk into his own computer. It was time for him to tell his own story—the changes he had made in Earth Bet—changes that could alter the fate of that world.

Wormmon pondered the perfect title for his tale. With a determined click of the keys, he began to type.

‘Greg and Wormmon.’

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Fifty days separated from Greg.

In a field of flowers so vast that a sea of flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, their vibrant hues painted the landscape with shades of red, yellow, and violet.

Baby Digimon frolicked amidst the blossoms, their tiny voices mingling with the whisper of the wind.

Monzaemon monitored the Baby Digimon while the Baby Digimon decorated the teddy bears.

Ranamon and Wormmon were enjoying the weather and beauty of the flowers.

Ranamon moved gracefully among the flowers, her fingers deftly weaving a crown from the freshest blooms. She selected each flower with care, her touch light and sure, creating a crown of flowers that seemed almost magical in its perfection.

"Here, Wormmon," Ranamon said softly, placing the finished crown upon his head. It rested there as if it had always belonged, its colors complementing the green of his shell. "You look splendid," she added, her eyes sparkling with a kind-hearted mirth.

Wormmon looked up, his antennae twitching with a mix of shyness and pride. "Thank you, Ranamon," he said.

Wormmon plucked a single flower from the meadow and fashioned it into a simple ring. His skill inadequate to make a crown of flowers, he settled on making a flower ring.

Wormmon held out the ring to Ranamon, he said. "I made this for you.”

Ranamon accepted the ring, slipping it onto her finger. She tilted her head, a playful smile curling her lips. "Why, Wormmon, are you proposing to this one?" She teased gently, her laughter like the tinkling of bells.

Wormmon shook his head vigorously. "I only have eyes for my waifu Bulma!"

Ranamon laughed, a sound full of warmth and affection. She patted Wormmon's head, her touch as gentle as the breeze. "This one knows, Tiny Bug. I was only teasing. But thank you. The ring is beautiful."

The two Digimon stood side by side, watching as the Baby Digimon continued their joyous play.

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Seventy-five days separated from Greg.

In the library, Wormmon found a book. It was written in Digimoji.

Wormmon turned to Ranamon. “Hey, Ranamon, can you read this book to me? It is the only book I found written in Digimogi.”

Ranamon glanced at Wormmon and the book he had. She read the title of the book, “Creation of Digiworld. Do you want me to teach you Digimoji? So you read it yourself.”

Wormmon shrugged, “Sure. But I am curious about what is written in the book. Can you read it to me before I need to learn Digimoji? My senses are telling me this is important to my life.”

Ranamon said, “Alright, let's start reading the Creation of Digiworld.”

In ancient times, when the Digital World was but a mere spark in the vast expanse of cyberspace, there existed Huanglongmon, the Digimon Emperor. With ambition as vast as the digital oceans and a hunger for power that rivaled the mightiest of data streams, Huanglongmon sought to reshape the very fabric of the Digital World according to his own desires.

Seeing the potential devastation that Huanglongmon's ambitions could wreak upon the Digital World, Yggdrasil, the Digimon God, called upon the Digimon Sovereigns and the three Archangels to halt the Emperor's reckless march toward dominion.

Thus, a great battle erupted, echoing across the circuits and code of the Digital World. Mountains crumbled, forests burned, and rivers ran with the digital essence of combatants locked in fierce struggle. The clash between the forces of Yggdrasil and Huanglongmon was so cataclysmic that it threatened to unravel the very fabric of the Digital World itself.

But in the darkest hour, when hope seemed but a flicker in the vast darkness, the Digimon Sovereigns made the ultimate sacrifice. With their combined strength, they managed to bind Huanglongmon within a prison of their own creation, sealing him away from the Digital World for eternity.

Yet, even in his imprisonment, the threat of Huanglongmon lingered like a shadow upon the Digital World. Thus, the three Archangels, guardians of the sacred order, took upon themselves the solemn duty of watching over the seal of Huanglongmon, ensuring that the Emperor's ambitions remained forever quenched.

Ranamon finished reading.

Wormmon stared at the book, “So this is the lore drop.”

Ranamon asked, “Want me to learn Digimoji? We have time before bed.”

Wormmon shrugged and said, “Sure.”

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Hundred days separated from Greg.

In the nurse's office, both Ranamon and Wormmon were sleeping in the same bed.

A slight light enveloped Wormmon, growing in intensity until it bathed the room in a brilliant radiance. Ranamon stirred, her senses awakening to the spectacle unfolding beside her. As she opened her eyes, the light faded, revealing not Wormmon but Stingmon.

Stingmon sat up slowly, disoriented by the sudden change. He glanced at Ranamon, who was now fully awake and watching him with wide, curious eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice a whisper of wonder.

Stingmon offered a small, almost sheepish smile. "It's me, Wormmon. I’ve Digivolved into Stingmon."

Ranamon blinked, taking in the Digievolution. "Well, you’re certainly not a tiny bug anymore," she remarked, her tone a mix of amusement and admiration.

Stingmon chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess I’ve grown a bit."

Ranamon's eyes twinkled with a sudden thought. "We have a problem," she declared, her voice carrying a note of seriousness that piqued Stingmon’s curiosity.

"What problem?" he asked, leaning slightly forward.

Ranamon pointed to the small bed they shared. "The bed is too small for both of us now."

Stingmon glanced at the narrow bed, then nodded in understanding. "I can sleep in another bed," he offered.

Ranamon shook her head and said. "No," she said firmly. "You will cuddle with me at night."

Stingmon was speechless.

In the end, they moved to one of the empty classrooms and moved to bed together.

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Hundred Twenty-five days separated from Greg.

Stingmon was in the art room with Ranamon.

Stingmon now had claw hands so he could recreate a masterpiece.

Stingmon sat with a determined focus, his eyes scanning over a collection of handmade pages laid out before him. Each page was a meticulous recreation of scenes from the Dragon Ball manga, drawn with a precision that only Stingmon's photographic memory could achieve. His hands moved deftly, adding fine details and dialogue bubbles with careful strokes. This was more than a hobby; it was a mission.

Ranamon, her curiosity piqued, approached him. "What are you working on so diligently, Stingmon?"

Stingmon looked up. "I'm recreating the Dragon Ball manga," he explained. "I have a perfect memory of it, and I practice every day to keep it alive. It's important to me and something that I want to preserve."

Ranamon settled beside him, her interest clearly captured. "Why is it so important to you?"

Stingmon's expression grew thoughtful. "I will admit I have a Dragon Ball obsession or addiction depending on the day. It is a hobby that I truly enjoy."

Ranamon nodded, understanding the depth of his sentiment. "It's wonderful that you found a hobby you love," she said softly. Her eyes sparkled with a sudden thought. “This one loves beautiful dresses, especially wedding dresses. They're so intricate and elegant."

Stingmon glanced at her, intrigued by the shift in conversation. "Wedding dresses?"

"Yes," Ranamon continued with a dreamy sigh. "The one favorite cookies are strawberry jam cookies. There's something about them that just feels so... special. Maybe one day this one will get married, wearing the most beautiful dress and sharing those cookies with someone this one loves."

Stingmon replied. "That sounds like a lovely dream."

Ranamon gave him a playful wink. "Well, maybe someday it will come true."

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POV ???

Somewhere in the Digital World was a rocky plain, a desolate arena where fierce battles for dominance were waged. The ground trembled under the weight of the twenty mighty Greymon, each one locked in a brutal struggle to claim the territory as their own.

One Greymon, bearing the scars of countless battles, fought with relentless determination against his adversaries. His powerful tail and fiery breath laid waste to those who dared challenge him. But even the mightiest warriors can falter. A moment’s lapse in vigilance left him open to a devastating blow, and with a thunderous crash, he fell to the ground.

As the fallen Greymon lay motionless, the sky seemed to darken, an ominous chill descending upon the battlefield. The other Greymon paused, their fierce combat halted by a sense of impending dread. Something far more sinister than any foe they had faced before was about to unfold.

A dark, malevolent light enveloped the fallen Greymon, pulsating with a foreboding energy. His roars of pain and fury transformed into an eerie silence, the light consuming him entirely. The air grew thick with dread, the battlefield falling into a tense, anticipatory hush.

From within the dark light, a horrific figure began to emerge. The Greymon's flesh melted away, replaced by a grotesque skeleton of raw, unrestrained power. The transformation was complete, and SkullGreymon stood where the Greymon had fallen, a harbinger of chaos and destruction.

SkullGreymon’s eyes, now empty sockets filled with a ghastly red light, scanned the battlefield with an insatiable hunger for destruction. His roar, a chilling blend of anguish and rage, echoed across the rocky plain.

Chapter Text

POV Greg

After Piximon had made his escape, Greg and Blastmon-Head were left separated from Wormmon.