All Seasons: Wisemon’s Actual Ending Series
Part 2: eBay
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei Animation. This series is intended mostly as a release for a burning plot idea, and for an ending that I find far more relatable than that of my Alternate Ending Series. So, the dialogue will be a bit less frequent in this one. To save time, on occasion, there will be some he said/she said type narratives. As is my style, this is all in the past tense, like a fairy tale, a really fucked-up fairy tale. Because I put so much thought into each word, my interests lie mostly in poetry now, which is why I was reluctant to even start this series. Unfortunately, poetry can’t satisfy my love of foreshadowing. This series will be absolutely loaded with foreshadowing, but you’ll have to find it yourself this time around.
I’m assuming that you read the last one, so I won’t bother summarizing it. This one has some sexual innuendo, but only adults get it anyway.
The morning after his disappointing homecoming, Tomoki examined his new surroundings. The cubbyhole went much deeper than he initially thought. The end of the hole didn’t even seem to be the real end, more like an obstruction. For some reason, somebody had jammed a very large rock into the unknown portion of the hole. The fit was tight enough to not allow any light, but the formation was clearly artificial. After brushing some dirt off of the rock, Tomoki found a message carved into it:
“DO NOT OPEN UNTIL DOOMSDAY—Takato Matsuki.”
As a legendary warrior, Tomoki had some experience with ominous warnings, and he knew enough to take them seriously. He advised SlimeBakemon to do likewise.
While the majority
of Caucasians and Hispanics celebrated the birth of their favorite son, Junpei and Izumi were unaware of the previous night’s
fertilization of their own son. Inspired
by Tomoki’s spirit suit, Junpei had asked Penguinmon to tailor similar ones for himself and
Izumi. Beside their king-sized bed in
“This outfit would look better with some turquoise gloves. It’s too bad we don’t have access to online shopping.”
“That’s because we live online, but I’ll be happy to pick some up for you,” Junpei offered.
“No, the jumpsuit is okay as it is. Seriously, you chose a great color scheme.”
“If you want gloves, you’re getting gloves. Execute: Spirit Evolution!” Junpei became the homage to the Blue Stinger Beetleborg, or possibly The Tick, “Beetlemon!”
“Do you even know where to shop for gloves around here?” Izumi questioned.
“Yeah, Mamemon has a store that specializes in gloves. Do you want leather, rubber, or cotton?”
“Those are interesting options, but I was kind of hoping for some winter gloves, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Every word I said is what I mean. Trouble can only come from your discontentment.” Beetlemon stepped through the castle doors and took off.
Izumi recalled
that she already had one glove. She
snagged Takuya’s left glove from under her bed. She examined it carefully, coming to the
conclusion that it would not do as a winter glove for the impending January
frosts. “Last year, we went back to the
Takuya’s glove was about to be laid to rest again, but immediately beforehand, its secret was discovered. It had a piece of duct tape on it—camouflaged duct tape, painted yellow to match the rest of the glove. Izumi pulled back the tape, and beneath it, she found three seeds. “It figures; Takuya killed himself to release three seeds, and that’s exactly what he left behind.”
On average, the climate got hotter. The skiing industry suffered, and elderly people died of heatstroke, but under Junpei’s guidance, Tomoki cashed in by starting a snow cone business. During the day, he went to school, while SlimeBakemon, disguised in a brown trench coat and gray fedora, manned the freezer cart. After school, for the early evening sales peak, Tomoki manned the cart. This was the logical business move; for some reason, customers preferred Tomoki over SlimeBakemon. The total sales were so-so, but the profits were amazing. A few months after selling his first snow cone, Tomoki was able to move out of his cubbyhole and into a one-room apartment. The only thing he left behind in the cubbyhole was the piece of paper with Kenta’s information. The information was never used; it wasn’t even read.
In Tomoki’s defense, Kenta was forgotten because Tomoki got into the habit of making all of his friends through his D-Tector. Tomoki already knew the code for Daisuke’s D-3 (through which, he also chatted with Miyako), and with nothing better to do at night, he dialed random numbers in the alternate dimension. He managed to contact Yamato Ishida, Jyou Kido, and Koushiro Izumi, but only Jyou and Koushiro were willing to keep talking to him after the first thirty seconds.
Tomoki’s physical appearance had changed somewhat during his 400-day absence from school, so his teachers didn’t recognize him, and he certainly didn’t help them by changing his name. He knew there would be all sorts of hassles entailed in being the child formerly known as lost, so he decided to be known as Tomoki Kanbara. For the most part, he didn’t talk to the other kids. After being forced to grow up at an accelerated pace, and after living with Takuya, Kouji, Junpei, and Izumi, the kids his own age seemed very immature.
Tomoki managed to make one close friend. A girl caught him talking into his D-Tector, and she noticed that the communicator didn’t have enough buttons to be a cellular phone, but just enough to be something familiar. She showed Tomoki her own variation, a pink Digivice with a built-in card reader, and she introduced herself as Suzie Wong.
Slowly but surely, Tomoki and Suzie got to know each other. The acquaintanceship began with SlimeBakemon, and a misconception that Tomoki had to correct; he and SlimeBakemon were business partners. Tomoki told Suzie the story of the legendary warriors. More accurately, he had Bokomon tell it (into Junpei’s D-Tector); it was just easier to have Bokomon read the book that he’d written. Suzie told Tomoki about Lopmon, but she couldn’t say much about the other Tamers and their Digimon, but she knew someone who could.
Approximately one year after his return to Earth, Tomoki was introduced to Henry. The leader of the Tamers (though Takato, Ryo, and Rika begged to differ) was happy to provide Tomoki with biased bios of his teammates. When Henry mentioned Takato, Tomoki recognized the name carved into the stone in the cubbyhole, and he relayed the warning to Henry, Suzie, and Mr. Wong (a crucial de facto member of the Tamers).
Henry wondered why Takato hadn’t said anything about the alleged “doomsday,” and decided to call a meeting of the Tamers who still kept in contact. This meant that Ryo and Rika were intentionally uninvited. Since Kazu was “busy” every afternoon, and since anyone else was forgotten, the meeting’s attendees were Takato, Jeri, Henry, Suzie, Tomoki (minus SlimeBakemon, who was covering his shift selling snow cones), and Mr. Wong. Because an investigation was in order, the meeting place was the cubbyhole. They found that Takato’s stone was sliced in half.
Henry took the paranormal occurrence as a harbinger of something that would require his personal rectification. The thought of being forced to fight something like the D-Reaper again irritated him. Somebody was at fault, and Henry brought out his scolding big brother voice for that individual:
“Takato, how long have you known about this?”
“About what?” Takato replied nervously.
“That’s your name on the stone! You know something that you’re not telling us, and you’d better spill your guts, or else…” Henry trailed off; he knew he went too far.
“Or else what?” Mr. Wong questioned. “Henry, this is why I pulled you out of karate lessons. You have an anger management problem.”
Henry lowered his head. “I’m sorry Dad, but I’m doing my best to keep it in check. I just have a lot of stress in my life, and this is looking like another task to add to the heap.”
“Whoa, what’s the big deal?” Tomoki asked. “The guys I know, or used to know, punched and elbowed each other before they let out the verbal threats.”
“This is none of your business,” Mr. Wong told Tomoki sternly.
Calmly, Henry re-questioned Takato. Eventually, Takato gave every attendee a full explanation:
“About two years ago, right after we beat the D-Reaper, I was feeling really down about Guilmon, so I visited his hiding place for old time’s sake. At the end of the hole, I saw…well…a hole, the one that brought us to the Digital World the first time. I probably should’ve called you guys, and we probably should’ve gone together, but I just had to know right away.
The first time we went, the landscape was bleak, but this time, it was beyond bleak. The desert was still there, but there were no cliffs, no data packages, and the sand was gray. At first, I didn’t see a single Digimon, let alone Guilmon, so I used my Digivice to hone in on the nearest Digimon. As luck would have it, I found Guilmon in a crowd of hundreds of other Digimon. Actually, ‘crowd’ is the wrong word; they were all standing in a straight line. None of them were moving. From the tallest Vikemon to the shortest Crabmon, none of them were moving, not even flinching. I knew something was wrong, so I didn’t get too close. I was about to call out to Guilmon, but then…
…You want to know why I kept it a secret? Have you ever seen something so horrible that you couldn’t bear to describe it to anybody? The whole line, all at once, they melted. They became that magenta stuff, the D-Reaper’s Chaos. In retrospect, they were probably already part of the D-Reaper before they lined up, but at the time, it was like seeing a split-second massacre.
So, I ran, back through the hole and out the door to where we’re standing right now. I knew that something had to be done. Without even thinking, probably because I was too shocked to think, I found a stone about the right size and rolled it into place. The next morning, I carved the warning with a screwdriver. Since I can’t tell you why I thought a stone would hold back the D-Reaper, that’s all there is to tell.”
Understandably upset about the prospect of the D-Reaper being more powerful than ever, Jeri broke into tears. Takato hugged her until she was done crying (about seven minutes), and then the two walked out of the meeting without being officially dismissed.
“Uh, that was informative,” Tomoki commented. “I just don’t get why Takato’s description of the digital world doesn’t match up with the one that I know.”
Mr. Wong fielded Tomoki’s question. “The one that you know must have spawned from the alternate internet. We call it the digital world to distinguish it from the original Digital World.”
Tomoki was more confused. “Alternate internet?”
“Yes, circa 1997, a few years after Al Gore came up with the idea for the first internet, he ordered the construction of a backup internet in case of an emergency. The project was a joint effort of the American and Japanese governments, and it was highly classified.”
“So how do you know about it?”
Mr. Wong didn’t appreciate Tomoki’s informality. “I was one of the programmers who helped to create it. A couple of years ago, the alternate internet became the primary one. Remember when the internet went down worldwide for a few days?”
“Hmm, I would’ve remembered something like that. It must’ve happened while I was out.”
Mr. Wong gave Tomoki a suspicious glance, and then he continued his story. “When the first internet went down, we replaced it with the backup. The alternate internet had already been established in several hundred computers, so it was just a matter of spreading it to every dialup, cable, or wirelessly connected computer across the globe.”
Tomoki soaked in the recent history, and he asked a bunch of follow-up questions. Mr. Wong wouldn’t have minded answering them, if only Tomoki had shown a shred of deference. Disregard for seniority was something that Tomoki had always believed in, but the belief had been strengthened since his time in the digital world and his communications with Daisuke, the self-appointed master of defiance. Suzie had to offer some pleading glances to her father in order to spare Tomoki a lecture, and possibly some slapping. Henry wrapped up the meeting by concluding that no action could be taken until the D-Reaper made its appearance, but until that time, everyone had to keep an eye out for anything unusual. As Tomoki put it, the Tamers had to “stay frosty.”
For Junpei and Izumi, the next four years fell into the realm of parenthood. The prince, young Tomoki, was a bundle of…well…he filled the hours in between royal sessions. It took a year for the parents to become inured to the crying, feeding, and diaper changing, but after the initial unpleasantness passed, they truly loved their child. They found that young Tomoki brought them emotionally closer, in an asymptotic kind of way. Meanwhile, Junpei and Izumi’s lust for each other died down somewhat—until they turned seventeen and sixteen, respectively. At this point, their hormones hit full blast, and they were very happy to have each other. As promised, Junpei never broke from his diet. He never ate another piece of cake or pizza, never plowed through another plate of mashed potatoes, never downed another burger or frankfurter, and never scarfed another chocolate bar. His digestive tract was offered salad, fiber, fish, various seasonings, and very little else. Additionally, his “workout” sessions carved him into quite the physical specimen. As improbable as it was, in a similar fashion, Izumi became more beautiful. In summary, the boy and girl who were once outcasts of the real world became the alphas of their respective genders in a world most would consider to be a paradise.
Back on Earth, the original Tomoki did quite well for himself. With each year hotter than the last, Tomoki’s snow cone business boomed. Junpei’s business advice kept the snow cone profits high, but it was Jyou’s survival advice that really paid off (in savings). As a medical student with personal expenses, Jyou knew how to be thrifty while still being safe. For example, Tomoki was advised not to buy any meat other than canned tuna (chunk light, not the solid white albacore, in order to lower the mercury risk), which provided his daily protein requirement.
Yes, thanks to Jyou and Junpei, an intangible father and son team of preparedness and good advice, Tomoki practically learned a new religion. He was encouraged to “borrow” the electricity to keep his snow cone cart refrigerated, and he was encouraged to “borrow” food from poorly designed vending machines. Without even needing to be advised, Tomoki “borrowed” some other things. He “borrowed” school supplies from other students’ backpacks. He “borrowed” cigarette lighters from his teachers’ desk drawers (he didn’t smoke, but he knew from experience that lighters had better uses). He loitered at McDonald’s, where he “borrowed” Happy Meal toys when parents took their kids to the restroom, and then he sold them in bulk on eBay.
Tomoki saved money the honest way too. He only had a few outfits, and he only washed them when they appeared to be dirty. Among the other yen-pinching steps: just a small set of dishes and utensils (completely plastic and continuously reused), cold showers, an obsolete computer (circa 2002), CD’s from the library, and leaving the lights off all but two hours per day. SlimeBakemon had to make sacrifices too. While Tomoki sniped the indolent children at McDonalds, his business partner dined on McDumpster.
The only times that Tomoki splurged were for Suzie. Not on the dates, since they could entertain themselves just talking (and nothing further) in the park, but on gifts. Izumi and Miyako advised him that clothes and jewelry were better than flowers and chocolate. Tomoki was willing to buy Suzie a pair of jeans when they went shopping together, but he figured that jewelry was a bit too serious (and expensive). Nonetheless, he called the science expert, Koushiro, for advice on gemstones. Koushiro reminded Tomoki that his expertise lay in inter-dimensional observation via satellite, and not in geology. In truth, Koushiro knew about geology too, but somewhere along the line, he had decided that since his knowledge was so valuable, it was not something that he should have been offering free of charge. Fortunately, with her eye for art and associated pigments, gemstones (or birthstones) were Izumi’s expertise. First, she asked for Suzie’s birthday. Hearing that Suzie’s birthday was on March 26th, Izumi told Tomoki that he had a choice between diamond and quartz. Of course, Tomoki went with quartz, but he chose some of the best cut pieces he could find. Similarly to how he learned to master shooting moving targets, Tomoki mastered picking off auctions, and his PayPal debit account did the rest. For each of four birthdays, Suzie got a new piece of quartz.
Except for some extra warm weather, nothing unusual happened…until March 16th of 2010, when the D-Reaper’s Chaos started to leak out of electrical outlets in every major corporations’ headquarters. When Sony got flooded, the prime minister made stopping the Chaos a priority, and Hypnos was officially reinstated.
A select few were reinstated by a higher power. Tomoki was the only one on the team who had already been informed, so he was the first one contacted. Wisemon appeared on Tomoki’s computer screen as a talking snow cone. Tomoki was reminded of his spirit suit and its activation code, and he was told that two of his Digivice friends would be his teammates. Then he was given a rephrasing of a prophecy slice:
“Tomoki, you hold the spirit of ice. As before, in an emergency situation, you will be crucial. You will be the cooler head when all others panic. For now, you also hold the spirit of darkness. I could tell you what that will mean, but you are better off not knowing. As a consolation, I let you choose the color of your spirit suit; nobody else will have that privilege. Under your burden, you will find it to be a very minor consolation. My apologies, but you still owe me for your passage back to your home world, and I intend to collect. You have already met Henry Wong. He will be the leader of your team. Meet at his home on May 6th at for further instructions. The whole team will be there, all eight members.”
The snow cone melted, and Tomoki was left to cope with his roommate:
“You heard all that, didn’t you? Are you going to help me?”
SlimeBakemon floated closer to his five-year companion. “You told me this would happen eventually, and I knew you would ask for my help. Here’s my reply.” SlimeBakemon shook loose several drops of slime from his body and sprayed Tomoki’s face.
“Not cool, I didn’t deserve that.” Tomoki wiped his face with his forearm. “I’m just asking for a little favor. I know you know how to fight; we didn’t start off as allies.”
“Let me explain something. I’m a ghost digimon; I make confrontation decisions based on a dynamic of fear. You were afraid of me, so I attacked you. I’m afraid of the D-Reaper.”
“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. No matter what happens, you can always reform yourself.”
“The D-Reaper can delete and assimilate the data of digimon, any digimon. Also, if he assimilated my reformation ability, it would make your mission a guaranteed failure.”
“Uh, I think the D-Reaper can already reform itself, or at least that’s how Henry described it. Oh, that’s another thing; the D-Reaper is not a ‘he.’ The D-Reaper is a simple computer program, so it’s genderless.”
“I’m a computer program too, but I’m not genderless.”
“So what gender are you?”
SlimeBakemon didn’t appreciate Tomoki’s uncertainty in the matter. “Obviously, I’m a male digimon.”
“What’s so obvious about it? You don’t have anything between your legs.” Tomoki corrected himself. “You don’t even have legs.”
“The only digimon with sexual organs are the ones who wear clothes. I’m a male because I choose to be a male. The D-Reaper could also choose to be a male, or possibly a female.”
Tomoki ignored the inane scenario. “Are you going to help me?”
“I’m in, but I want a larger cut of the snow cone profits.”
“What can you spend money on? You can’t shop in public. You’re barely able to pass yourself off behind a cart in a fedora and a trench coat.”
“I can shop online, just like you, without a disguise.”
“Your shift brings in thirty-five percent of the total, so I’ll call five percent your rent, and I’ll give you the remaining thirty.”
“It’s a deal.” SlimeBakemon extended a drippy hand, and Tomoki reluctantly shook it.
“Cool, just come with me to Suzie’s place on May 6th. That reminds me; I still have to buy Suzie her birthday gift.” As Tomoki browsed eBay for a small piece of quartz, he wondered if he should’ve told SlimeBakemon that the ghost’s exact contribution was 36.375%.
Meanwhile, in the
digital world, a different sort of compromise was being reached. On the
“I think that went well,” Zhuqiaomon commented. “At least, Tomoki didn’t seem to be too bummed about it. Um, I was a little confused about the number of warriors.”
“You got confused by numbers? Yeah right, like that’s never happened before.” Over five years, Azulongmon hadn’t lost any sarcasm. “There are ten legendary spirits, and eight DigiDestined warriors will fight the D-Reaper. That’s simple enough, even for a birdbrain like you.”
“So how do you come up with eight?” Baihumon pressed. “The spirits of thunder and wind stay in this world, Tomoki holds two spirits, and the spirit of flame is being retired out of respect for Takuya’s sacrifice. When you do the math, that’s six warriors, not eight. I think from now on, you should be banned from speaking on behalf of us.”
“Yeah, besides, I’m the leader here,” Xuanwumon reminded his peers. “I’m the oldest, the smartest, and the most powerful. Oh, and let’s not forget that my chosen warrior saved this world.”
“Buddy, we’ve heard it a million times. One of your picks won the jackpot, and thus far, ours haven’t.” Zhuqiaomon reviewed their respective selections. “You chose Kenta and Junpei. Baihumon chose Kazu and Izumi. I chose Takato and Takuya, and Azulongmon chose Henry and Kouji. Big deal, you got lucky with Junpei, but Kenta was your first choice, and he hasn’t amounted to anything that we could deem worthy of a spirit.”
Azulongmon started to chuckle, and the chuckle became something more, something frightening. “He’s not the smartest, he’s no longer the most powerful, and Henry will be the one who defeats the D-Reaper. Wisemon has prophesized it, and Bokomon has recorded it. It shall come to pass…but not without Junpei’s help. That is why I said eight warriors; we will send Junpei and Izumi back to their own world to join in the effort.
“Hell no!” Xuanwumon exclaimed. “They’re staying right here. We made a deal with Junpei, and we can’t go back on it.”
“We said he could be the king, but we never said he could stay,” Azulongmon pointed out. “We’ll find a reason to throw them out. The new prophecy says that they’re needed.”
“Man, the new prophecy says all sorts of shit. There are lots of interpretations.” Xuanwumon remembered something else that seemed wrong. “What did you mean when you said that I’m no longer the most powerful?”
Azulongmon temporarily avoided answering the question. “You’ve been too content with the peace of this world. What would happen, if by some chance, the D-Reaper entered? You would be powerless to defend yourself.”
“And you wouldn’t?” Xuanwumon countered.
“Unlike the rest of you retards, I’ve been taking precautions. The only way to prevent the D-Reaper from assimilating digimon is for me to commandeer the data. About a hundred Mega level digimon have made generous donations so far, but the data won’t be completely safe until it’s all under my tent.”
Zhuqiaomon was horrified. “Buddy, you can’t be serious. This is exactly what we’re trying to stop. The D-Reaper’s greatest crime is its destruction of individuality. What’s the difference between absorbing data and assimilating data? How are you any better than the D-Reaper if you eliminate individual personalities?”
“I’m better because I’m the best.” Of course, Azulongmon had to offer a more reasonable excuse. “As soon as the D-Reaper is beaten, I will return the fractal code that I have confiscated, and everything will be as it was before the D-Reaper loomed…except for some collateral damage. I’m taking necessary steps, and if you’re going to be pussies and start bitching about ethical issues, I’m going to start ignoring you.”
Xuanwumon called for his version of a filibuster. “Yeah, well, we’re not summoning Wisemon until you relinquish the data that you’ve stolen.”
“It’s too late for negotiations. He has to be stopped, here and now, before he becomes too powerful.” Baihumon secreted Vajra (diamond-like spikes) around her neck fur, “Vajra!” The western white tiger launched a flurry of translucent spikes, similar in appearance, yet significantly more powerful than Renamon’s Diamond Storm.
Zhuqiaomon fired up his feathers. “I agree; we can’t let this continue. Buddy, I’m sorry…Crimson Blaze!” The southern red phoenix launched a cliché oral fire attack, similar in appearance, yet slightly more powerful than HellDiaboromon’s Habanero Breath.
“For the record, I didn’t want it to come to this.” Xuanwumon sucked in the necessary wind to blow out his attack, and then he exhaled, “Phantom Mist!” The northern black tortoise launched a condensed stream of gray fog, similar in consistency, and just as powerful as MaloMyotismon’s Crimson Mist.
Azulongmon withstood the attacks for five seconds, just to prove his invulnerability, and then he retaliated. “Yeah right, if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be instigating. Not that this was avoidable, this was a long time brewing, and you wimps were next on my list anyway…Blue Lightning!” The eastern blue dragon launched an electrical attack…like nothing that had ever been seen before. The only familiarity was brief. When the attacks collided, their assortment of colors dyed the electricity green, and the origin of Wisemon’s The Offspring Lightning was discovered.
“Huh, that didn’t go as well as I would’ve hoped,” Baihumon understated.
“It’s okay; I’ve got a plan,” Zhuqiaomon announced. “We’ll attack him together. We’ll show him that he’s no match for the combined power of three of the four sovereign. Well, are you guys with me?”
“Hey Zhuqiaomon, that’s exactly what we just tried,” Xuanwumon reminded the turkey-brained digimon. “I’ll handle the strategies; you can handle the strategery.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Duh, the latter isn’t a word, but your uncertainty in that proves that you’re…” Xuanwumon reminded himself who their actual adversary was. “Man, for now, we need to retreat and come up with a new plan. Otherwise, Azulongmon has our numbers.
“Forget it; I don’t know the meaning of the word.” Zhuqiaomon flew high, and he positioned himself directly above Azulongmon. “If my Crimson Blaze won’t work, I’ll just swoop down and peck through his ambitious heart. Do you hear me? Azulongmon, your self-serving data scam ends here!” As promised, Zhuqiaomon swooped down for a flaming beak attack of sorts, and Baihumon and Xuanwumon closed their eyes. Fifteen seconds later, Baihumon and Xuanwumon opened their eyes, and as they had anticipated, Zhuqiaomon was gone.
“Who wants to be next?” Azulongmon dropped excess sparks into the cliff’s surface, carving random patterns of intimidation.
“We’ve got to get out of here—now!” Xuanwumon told Baihumon.
“No shit, I’m already gone.” Baihumon dashed away from the conflict, unaware that Azulongmon’s range was as formable as his power.
“You dumb bitch, you never turn your back on an opponent, Blue Lightning!” A bolt was deployed, and it instantaneously digitized Baihumon. As was his right, Azulongmon absorbed the white tiger’s fractal code. “Thanks for giving me a moving target. That makes it so much more fun. Now, Xuanwumon, old friend, it’s just you and me.”
Xuanwumon considered his options, but he knew that he didn’t really have any. “I can’t go on without Baihumon, so I will give you no further resistance. Strike me down, if you must. However, before you silence me, let me give you my own prophecy, completely separate from the one our Wisemon deduced. History repeats itself, and the fate of Henry will likely be the same as the other warrior you chose. Yeah, I know he’s the strongest, and I know what it says about the spirit of steel, but his luck thus far in life has been horrible. Then again, for all I know, maybe he’ll be fine. One thing I do know, you won’t be fine. Power corrupts, but when it does, it doesn’t remain. There’s always someone whose occupation is to rebel and dethrone. No matter how powerful you become, no matter how many precautions you take, when you least expect it, someone will destroy you. So you can take my data, but you’ll never find security.”
“Are you done jabbering? Never mind, I don’t care…Blue Lightning!” Azulongmon struck Xuanwumon with a fatal flash, and then he absorbed the black tortoise’s data. “You fucking retard, no digimon has an attack powerful enough to destroy me. I have nothing to fear, nothing but the D-Reaper. I can find security to deal with that. In fact, I can find an entire security team.
Author’s Notes:
Musical Inspirations:
Takato’s bogus journey: “Le Cirque En Rose (Obsolescence)” by Deadsy
Tomoki’s “Load” theme: “Thorn Within” by Metallica
Tomoki and his thriftiness: “Tightwad Hill” by Green Day
Tomoki and SlimeBakemon’s partnership: “Cut You In” by Jerry Cantrell
Junpei and Izumi’s main theme: “No Way Back” by Foo Fighters
Azulongmon’s machination: “Changes” by Godsmack
Cinematic Inspirations:
Azulongmon’s successful ambitions are loosely based on Senator Palpatine’s ascension in Star Wars Episodes I-III. Rest assured; there will be more Star Wars stuff later.
Television Inspirations:
The “DO NOT OPEN UNTIL DOOMSDAY” inscription was taken from “Knock, Knock,” the pilot episode of The Real Ghostbusters.
Trench coats and fedoras were the preferred disguises of the original cartoon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
McDumpster came from a sketch comedy; I forget which one.
Personal Inspirations:
I eat either tuna or egg whites everyday as my main sources of protein.
I worked at McDonald’s. Those Happy Meal toys wouldn’t be hard to swipe, not that I ever attempted it.
Yes, I will snipe your ass on eBay, but I prefer Amazon.
©2005 by Benjamin Wiseman
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