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Hearing Jack’s story of how he met this “Dorumon”, who now goes by Darren, I wasn’t sure what to make of all this. There are creatures that can enter devices and seemingly being able to change form at will, and I have a feeling that this is only the tip of the iceberg that are these “Digimon”.
“Mr. Darren, Is it safe to assume that ‘digivolving’ is your version of evolution?” I ask him
“Kind of, yeah.” He responded. “I mean, it is technically an abbreviation of ‘digital evolution’, kind of like how Digimon is an abbreviation of ‘digital monsters’.”
“Preposterous," Ratchet dismisses, “evolution is not something that happens in a few hours. True evolution is something that happens over decades, centuries even.”
“That’s why he said, ‘kind of’, bub.” Impmon spoke up, somehow having a box of popcorn in his hands.
“What do you mean, Krusher?” Miko asks.
“Digivolution is more li-” He pauses, registering what she said. “Wait what did you just call me?”
“Krusher.” Miko repeated “With a k. Darren has his own name; I figured you should have one too since we’re going to be pals.”
“This is…Acceptable.” Impmon says, Miko beaming at the acceptance. “We aren’t pals, though. I don’t pal with humans. I’m good on my own.”
“Nah, we’re pals now” she states.
“No, we are not.” He refuses.
“Yuh-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
They would then proceed to say the same thing repeatedly. I go to interrupt their strange tangent so that Impmon could resume his explanation, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find that it was Bumblebee.
<Me and Raf have something to add on to this discussion on Digimon.> he says.
“Oh? And what would that be?” I Ask.
Bumblebee steps back to reveal his charge Rafael, or Raf for short, along with an abnormally large bee with purple antennae and small spikes on its abdomen, hiding behind the human. Rafael seems to be attempting to coax the presumed to be Digimon
“h-h-hello, Mister Optimus s-s-sir.” The creature stuttered, “I am also a D-Digimon known as a Funbeemon.”
“Greetings, Funbeemon.” I said “My name is Optimus prime, but feel free to call me Optimus. Is it safe to assume that you have received a name as well?”
“Y-yes, sir.” he confirmed. “Raf gave me one. It is-”
“Barry B. Benson.” Krusher Interjected.
“No.” The three humans said simultaneously. It was rather startling how quickly they responded to it.
“Aw come on, why not?” Krusher questioned. “It’s good.”
“No.” they flatly rejected in unison again.
“OK, I hear what you’re saying.” He says. “Counterpoint: according to all known laws of avia-” Krusher gets immediately silenced by Miko’s hand over his mouth.
“No.” She stated, Bulkhead now approaching the duo to break them up before things get worse.
Leaving it to the wrecker, I turn my attention back to the Funbeemon.
“Apologies for the interruption, what was your name again?” I ask again.
“Marigold, Optimus sir.” She replied.
“Marigold, Understood.” I turn my attention to Raf and Bumblebee. “How did you come to meet Ms. Marigold?”
“It happened a few minutes before you sent out that recall command.” Rafael started.
“GAME OVER! PLAYER 2 WINS!”
<WHOOOHOOO!> Hooted Bumblebee
I had just gotten out of school and found Bumblebee waiting out front for me. We went to a secluded spot so that we could hang out without anyone noticing. I figured that playing a few racing games would be fun, only to find that my protecter is particularly skilled at it, for reasons that should be obvious.
“Aww man, I lost again.” I groaned. “Good Game though, Bee.”
<Good game, Raf> He replied.
That is when I remembered something. I open my computer and go to a private chat room.
<What are you doing, Raf?> Bumblebee asks.
“Oh, I’m entering this chat room to talk to this new friend of mine.” I replied
<New friend?> He says as he begins to drive over to a different location since it’s not usually wise to stay in one place for too long. Don’t want the Decepticons to catch onto our habits.
“Yeah, I met them online a couple of weeks ago. We were going to talk about some tricks and strategies for certain games. They sometimes say some weird things but overall, they’re good.”
<Weird things?>
“They’ll say stuff about ‘trying to find a new hive’ or something like that. I always assumed they were trying to find a group of people who share similar interests as them.”
I turn my gaze back to the screen as a put a message into the chatroom.
[Hey buddy, are you there?]
[Hello, I am here.]
[How has your day been?]
[Besides failing to find a new hive to join, pretty good I suppose.]
[A shame, but hey, at least you still have me, right?]
[What do you mean?]
[I like to think we’re pretty good friends, you know]
[…Friends? …Really?]
[Yeah, friends. Unless you don’t want to be.]
[No, no, I do want to be friends.]
[I would like that. Friends are like a different kind of hive.]
[That’s good to hear, buddy! 😊]
[And no secrets are kept in the hive.]
[So could you back up from your screen or something?]
[maybe put it on an empty seat?]
What are they talking about? “back up from the screen”, “put it on an empty seat”? How did they even know I was on a laptop or that I was in a car? Deciding to listen to the instructions I put it on the driver’s seat and waiter. Without warning, a small swirling vortex that appears to be made of code formed on the screen of my laptop. From the vortex appeared a small insect like Digimon about the size of my head. It had a pair of large green eyes that gave, six wings on its back keeping it up, and a zig zagging small that almost gives it a dopey look.
“Hello, I am-” It started when…
*SCRREEEEEEECH*
*THUMP*
Bumblebee hit the brakes so hard that the small creature slammed into the window.
“-P-puroromon” It finished, popping of the window.
<WHAT IN THE ALLSPARK IS THAT?!?!> Bumblebee exclaimed.
“I-I’m not sure, Bee.” I spoke as the creature, now known as Puroromon, groaned in pain.
“Ow, that really hurt.” They spoke.
<Sorry> Bumblebee said.
Puroromon let out a somber sigh. “This was a bad idea, I’m sorry for wasting your time.” They said, turning towards the laptop. “I’ll just go back and resume my search for a new hive. Goodbye.”
“Wait!” I call out, stopping the insectoid in their tracks. You don’t have to go.”
“I…I don’t?” They questioned “B-but you didn’t seem to like me when I revealed myself.”
“That wasn’t me disliking you, it was just surprise.” I started. “I didn’t exactly expect you to come out of the computer.”
“I suppose that such things are not normal for humans, but are you really ok with me?”
“Of course! I said you were a friend, and I meant it.”
Just then, the radio came to life as a gruff voice came through.
“Bumblebee, Optimus want you back at base pronto. He has a mission for you.” It spoke.
<Got it, let’s go.> Bumblebee beeped, the car then began to move once more.
“Look, Puroromon, right?” I ask the insectoid.
“Indeed, Puroromon number thirty-seven to be precise.” They replied
“thirty-seven? There’s more like you?” I questioned further?
“Yes, there is. We don’t really give ourselves names in the hive like you humans do, only a number designation.” They confirmed.
“That seems a little rude. You aren’t some number.”
“Technically I am just another member of the hive, but if you want to view it like that, then so be it.”
“Then how about we give you a name. does Marigold sound good to you?”
“W-w-wait, y-you want to give me a name? but I’m just-”
“My friend. You’re my friend, Marigold, and I’m not going to let you deprecate yourself like this. I don’t know what your old hive taught you, but when you’re with me, you’re not some number or another cog in the machine. You are a person that deserves a say in things.”
Marigold was speechless for a few seconds. Then a tear formed near one of its eyes.
“T-thank you.” They stuttered, when a soft light engulfs the creature. When it fades away, it reveals a bee-like creature, now about the size of me. “I promise, I will give my all to our bond, no matter what.
My friend.”
“And that’s what happened.” Raf concluded his tale.
To say that what has happened within the last 24 hours is strange would be an understatement, yet I still have many questions about these “Digimon”. Where did they come from? Why are they here? How did they come to be? Are they extraterrestrials like us?
“Optimus,” Ratchet speaks up, his voice knocking me out of my train of thought, “while everything we have learned is unusual and still unexplainable, I believe we should get back to the reason why we called everyone here.”
“Right,” I agree.
“the signal.”
I hate sand. It’s rough, coarse, and Irritating. It gets everywhere, even in my pelt somehow. Yet here I am, in the middle of a bloody desert, having to deal with it as far as the eye can see. Boss lady says this is supposed to be a good area to start the infiltration of earth and its populace. I don’t see how it’s such a good place, but she offered a real pretty penny for my services, so I can’t complain too much.
Fortunately, we found a Locomon that somehow got stuck here, along with a bunch of carrier carts. We figured there had got to be plenty of little Digimon on board, so we went right in. Not like the Locomon could stop us when I knocked it on its side anyway. I sent a few lackeys into the carts to find them, only to report nothing.
Now what am I supposed to fight? It’s not like my rival is-
“FIST OF THE BEAST KING!”
Oh. Well then, things just got a WHOLE lot more interesting.