The pair of fairy-like digimon had all but vanished into the thick undergrowth of the forest when two things happened. The first thing was a choked-off cry that sounded like it could’ve come from Marineangemon. The second was a short, terrified scream that sounded like Piximon.

The forest fell into silence. No breeze rustled the branches, no insect-digimon chirped to make their presence known, nothing. The clearing was out of sight, too late to retreat to. It was just the four humans and the two young digimon accompanying them.

Then something popped into existence in the middle of the group with an ear-splitting monotone [i]screech[/i], like the brakes of a crashing train.

“[color=f7941d]Hee hee hee... did I scare ya?[/color]”

The ‘thing’ was shorter than any of the humans - that much was clear, even as it reclined in midair, feet well off the ground. It was roughly human-shaped, but no human shared in its fuchsia skin, visible on the exposed parts of its arms and legs. All its colors were painfully bright, all but the bone-white mask it wore. Despite the mask only having one yellow eye, it felt like the being was observing them without issue. Around the height of its shoulders, a pair of intersecting records flitted about, spinning lazily. At its head, twelve glowing orbs floated, occasionally pulling away only to snap back into place - to the digimon, it made for a grisly halo. One hand held an unconscious Marineangemon by the arm like a ragdoll. The other hand had everyone’s digivices levitating above it. The being made a show of leaning forward, and its records began to spin more quickly.

“[color=f7941d]Say, you’re [code]humans[/code], aren’t you?[/color]” The mask hid its face completely, but its voice more than made up for the lack of facial expressions, conveying the blatantly false enthusiasm. 

“[color=f7941d]That- 
that’s great, that’s really something. I could just 
[b]tear you to pieces[/b].[/color]” The being laughed for a moment, the sound cutting in and out, and then seemed to stare the group down. “[color=f7941d]Hey, why aren’t you laughing too? That was hilarious![/color]” It gestured wildly as it spoke, flopping Marineangemon about and revealing the jagged purple crystal embedded in his side that hadn’t been when he’d spoken with the group.

“[color=f7941d]Don’t tell me you’re all boring![/color]” It ceased reclining, rising upright and putting his hands to its hips. Marineangemon and the digivices involuntarily followed the movement. “[color=f7941d]Boring is [code]boring[/code]. 
I’d rather [code]play[/code].[/color]” It seemed to briefly glitch out of existence, only to reappear outside the group and begin circling them. On occasion, it seemed to ‘glitch’ lower, toes brushing the grass and making the grass sprout high and immediately wither, before returning to its original height in the air. “[color=f7941d]Wouldn’t [i]you[/i] rather play too? There are so many games! And all the time in the world for them now![/color]”