Digimon: The attack of the Fanmademon! (rules update)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Fangewomon would've responded, but she was slowly drifting out of her dream-world state, and before she knew it, she was awake. There was something cold and hard pressing against her forehead, and when she gained enough consciousness, she found the tear-stained face of Impmon, sans his mask, gloves and jacket, snarling down at her with such a hatred in his eyes that she felt like she had done him a great deal of wrong.

Impmon shifted. The cold, hard object was the muzzle of his gun, no longer a BB gun, but something akin to a double-barreled desert eagle. The image of his face reflected off her blue eyes, and he hated it so much. "Die." He said, and pulled the trigger before anyone else woke up.

No bullet came out. There was a quiet click. He threw the gun away, smiling a broken smile, before he walked away, slumped almost double, as he picked up his clothes and put them on.