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Male, 31 years old. (So I'm practically dead, as we speak.)

Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)

But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)

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A dark mass had appeared directly in front of her, as a large armored reptilian monster emerged from the shadows. There Mari was — staring down the barrel of an assault rifle nearly kissing her forehead. Her body jerked forth as the truck’s windshield exploded in a moment of terror. Followed by the embarrassing revelation that she’d made Chromedome’s evolution careen into the asphalt. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and rushed over to the Commandra.mon, illuminated by the streetlights above, lying motionless on his backside without a scratch on him. His eyes and pupils were shimmering pools of silver that looked straight at her. Even knowing who it was, intimidation held her tongue at the possibility of angering him when he was still armed. At least until it spoke with his bombastic voice and erased any trace of doubt.

“Chromedome. Awaiting orders.”

She heard a childish giddiness in the digi.mon saying his name, noting that he sounded less robotic than before. “Well he has the same impenetrable skull.” She thought, letting out a relieved sigh. “Although, this makes it a lot harder to hide him.” Reaching out to offer her palm, as she gave her first additional rule with the slightest smile. “Stand up and keep that thing trained to the ground at all times.”

He gently gripped her hand with his ice cold steel claws which sent a shiver across her arm. The weight of her decision was felt as she pulled his heavier frame upright. She flinched at the sudden and violent slam of his tail as he stood with the M-16 pointing downward, however, he didn’t seem aware of this. “Wilco.”

She paused awkwardly, recalling that was military jargon for telling someone that you ‘will comply’. Realizing this bizarre creature, for better or worse, may follow her will no matter the circumstance and that he was under her supervision for a reason. Though returning home was her most pressing issue, so the numerous questions sprouting in her mind would need to wait. “Good…” She said taking a depressed glance at the vehicle, grateful to be on a road with no traffic and be unharmed. Groaning in the knowledge that a new windshield wasn’t cheap, and unless she wanted her insurance premium to skyrocket, she’d have to pay for it herself. Since her manager was the last person she wished to report this to. Then after analyzing her situation with arms crossed - a dubious hypothesis sprung up as she took the D-Loader from her pocket and aimlessly fidgeted with it. If he could camouflage himself, what other abilities were at his disposal? She pointed at the broken glass covering the hood. “Hmm, Chromedome. Do know if you can fix that?”

Chromedome turned his head and stared at the debris. “Negative. But you’d like the glass removed, correct?”

Mari shook her head. “Nevermind that-” She uttered, stepping forward, but that nagging environmentally friendly position didn’t want to leave the litter. Despite her rationale of wanting to avoid strangers or the police witnessing a gun-wielding bipedal dinosaur. If he handled those burglars, maybe he was worth trusting to do the job. “If you’re able to do it fast — and quietly.”

She had no clue what would come of this. Chromedome smirked and answered with certainty, his tail pounded the street once again. “Mission received.” He promptly jumped high enough to almost reach the top of the streetlight pole. The fact he did so in that heavy armor was already surprising, so the following actions left her jaw agape. Proceeding to watch his intense gaze as both claws clutched the grips, the gun’s muzzle silently flashing as every single shard began disappearing. In reality, bullets were spraying out with such impeccable precision that each corresponding bullet destroyed a piece, then evaporate into data upon hitting the target. Chromedome landed with knees bent and an audible clank, as his magazine dropped down and dissolved in mid-air. Another materialized in his open claw and was swiftly loaded into the M-16 with a click. He faced Mari, stunned as his smiled.

“Did I please you?” Chromedome asked. Mari nodded trying to find the words to say, she’d only seen gravity defying moves like that in action movies. In immediate hindsight, ofcourse she’d blurt out something stupid.

“Uh-why did you jump?” Mari needed to kick herself later for that.

“I wouldn’t have been able to aim with my sights at the ground otherwise.” Chromedome responded.

“R-right. Well done. L-let’s go now.” Mari said nervously scratching her nose. Chromedome nodded as he marched up and opened the door. Muttering as she got back into the driver's seat, tightly gripping the steering wheel. “Remind me to not get your bad side.” He sat like a statue, riding shotgun as her truck drove away. “Roger that. Mari don’t g-”

Mari groaned slightly and cut him off. “Not something I meant literally.” He fell silent. “I’m ready for bed...and no more surprises-”

The two instantly disappeared and transported onto the beach within meters of Raiden and Zues.

Transferred To Digital World.



A never-ending drip from the sink’s faucet filled the ongoing silence. Despite her partner’s efforts to be by her side and cheer her up, Ellie hadn’t spoken since her father left. Sitting and looking at the bathroom floor, both hands pulling up her shirt, trying to stop shivering with her back exposed with a bleeding scab. Labramon was cleaning up the blood with a warm damp washcloth clenched between his teeth. It was hard to keep himself from hating Ellie’s mother while he stared at the old scarred flesh, so many red lines that displayed a cruel canvas of her youth. Letting go of her shirt and finally emitting her first word through a soft whine, “Oww.”

Goliath hung the cloth on the edge of the bathtub. “I told you not to pick at it.” He spoke softly as he sat in front of her. “It looks better now though...” His attempt at stoicism was short-lived, as he frowned and lowered his ears when Ellie glanced upward and pouted. What would it take to make her happy? His chest was starting to hurt, and that discomfort could be heard in his voice. “Princess, I-”

He was rendered speechless by her getting onto her knees, palms sandwiching his blushing cheeks as her forehead lightly banged into his. “Uh-” His mouth went agape as his utterly confused face had his eyes brighten upon seeing her smile. But it lead to uncertainty as she began gently tugging on Goliath’s cheeks, showing off his fangs, and forcing them to grin.

“You have to be happy because I said so,” She chided before releasing him, having his disheartened expression return as she stood upright, “Not so easy is it?”

It was strange, but he realized what she meant. “I’m not helping am I?”

She hugged him. “I’m sorry Goliath. But I’m still upset with Dad and I want to stay that way — if that makes sense.”

“I don’t really understand.” He admitted as his head tilted slightly right. “Would you like to draw alone?”

She shook her head, holding him close. “I don’t want to talk or do anything. Let’s just watch some T.V together. Okay?”

He nodded and proceeded to follow Ellie into the living room to turn off the lights and lay down on the couch. Burying herself in layers of blankets and pillows, all except her head and an arm digging the remote from underneath the cushion. With Ellie motioning him to do so, Goliath promptly hopped up and curled into a ball onto the other side of the couch. Their heads lying adjacent to one another as he watched her changing the channels. His eyes widened at the sight of another news broadcast panel discussing repeated nights of vigilantism happening. Panic struck his mind as neither were likely expecting to see Goliath on the screen, but his image was unmistakable. As sad photos of the victims were shown in the hospital while dog growling sounds played over top of them. The reporter’s voice spoke with dire seriousness.

“Witness reports confirm that this dog has been seen multiple times. One even giving the police vivid details of this man ordering the dog to maul this assailant. Here’s a sketch, if you see this man or the dog, please immediately contact the authorities.”

“I feel so bad for the dog. It will have to be euthanized because of a sick individual taking the law into their own hands.” A woman panelist chimed in, as Ellie set down the remote and looked at his fearful eyes.

“H-How am I going to explain myself...I’ve been telling her to share everything with me, but I’m leaving almost every night while their asleep. What must she think of me?” Goliath jumping at the sudden feeling of her stroking his fur. Ellie gave him a reassuring smile.

“I know you did the right thing. A warrior is supposed to stop the bad guys.”

Her kind words melted his anxieties, feeling like nothing had ever gone wrong. “Ellie-”

She put a finger over her lips and shushed him, changing the channel to a cartoon. Both went on to get comfortable and be blissfully ignorant in how harshly reality would remove their innocence. Eventually ending with the pair getting sleepy and napping together on the couch.


Ellie's father was not at work this night. But in an empty parking lot, in his car alone with a crumpled up fast-food bag. As a local radio station happens to be reporting on the same story about the violent canine attacks. His phone held up to his ear. “...Yeah I’ll give you the address. And you have permission to break down the door.” He turned the knob to increase the volume. “You can do this without hurting my daughter, right?”

“Of course. Protecting her is our top priority, and you're keeping her safe. We’ll be in touch.” They answered.

The call ended as his sense of guilt was immense, but it added on to the twisted irony that when she found out what he did, believing he too went behind her back to hurt her. He massaged his headache and mumbled to himself. “Maybe I should’ve contacted the police instead…”


It was more than a rude awakening as Goliath slipped back into consciousness. Only to see darkness with his eyes blindfolded. His legs seemed paralyzed, unable to move as he laid flat with his belly touching the cold steel surface of the lab table. Struggling to recall how he found himself here, just knowing that somebody took him. His jaw was shut by a muzzle, preventing him from calling out to Ellie. Not hearing anything in his surroundings due to the thick sound-proof glass cage. Unbeknownst to the digi.mon amidst the large room illuminated by the ceiling light panels. Many white-coated individuals monitoring him from rows of computer screens displaying numerous graphs and other cryptic data. Keeping calm and wishing to wake from this nightmare became less possible as reality sunk its fangs in. Was his princess trapped too? Did these ‘authorities’ do this? Is this the punishment he was deemed to receive? The unknown struck terror in him. But a true warrior refused to show weakness when the safety of his partner was determined.

“Cure Liquor. Work. Get out. You have to escape.” He thought, as the soothing feeling of a fluid rushing through his entire body was ailing his immobilization. His claws ripped off the blindfold to reveal a fiery look as he rose from the table. Finally seeing where he was imprisoned and the enemies faces that were behind it. A few men raised concerns but the leader reassured them that Labramon wasn’t going anywhere, and that they only needed to intervene if he removed the muzzle. Goliath lunged into the air and slammed the glass with his claw — to no effect. He landed on the ground and sluggishly slashed at the wall several times in different spots, but that was failing to do damage too. It was not merely taking a toll on his energy, but anger was building within. The onlookers didn’t even seem to care as he started to growl. “Break! Break! Break!”

The prison of hopelessness was closing in on him. Becoming increasingly doubtful that there was any key to freedom as his exasperation was turning to exhaustion. "What did I do to deserve this?! Because I help people?! Is that why I’m being kept here?!” His mind shouted, pausing as his ears shot up at the apparent cry. “Ellie? I know that was her voice! She’s crying...because — of them. Goliath used every ounce of strength to successfully tear off his muzzle, as the men watched the screens on the computers unexpectedly glitch out and emit a red glow. The sudden screeching static brought a foreboding atmosphere. Seconds later, the ceiling lights suddenly turned off and wouldn’t turn back on, making Goliath's piercing crimson glare the brightest thing in the room. Seething and snarling with rage as he barked out, creating a sharp oscillation wave with each word.

“How dare you make my Princess cry!”

The glass cracked repeatedly and soon shattered entirely. Every instance of him witnessing harm being inflicted upon others flashed in his head. “So many humans seem to only exist to make others suffer…but you’re the ones who deserves suffering!” The computer screens burst row by row, as everyone in earshot clutch their ringing and ruptured ears as they bleed. Light beamed in the distance in front of him, coming from the reinforced steel doors opening wide. It was clear that an outside force was at play, but it gave him a chance to run. So he sprinted toward the door and trampled over those writhing in agony, refusing to stop until his partner was by his side. Rushing through the door and continued across a digital void as Ellie's cry was getting closer. Too focused to notice that his body slowing dissipating. "I'm coming. I'm almost there."

Transferred To Digital World.



"They stole him from me..." Ellie was sobbing against a tree, her eyes shut. Lost in a pitch-black forest without any idea how she got there, what to do, or where Goliath was. The sole source of light was her D-Loader that she clenched tightly. "Goliath...please find me. I need you."

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. Feeling something warm and wet touching her cheek. Ellie opened her eyes to see Goliath heroically standing over her, he smiled as his paw wiped her tears away. "I'm here, so-please be happy. Princess-" He assured with the last of his breath, collapsing into her lap, and shrinking into his in-training form.

Deevolution Process Finished.
Here's Xiao.mon.


She held him tightly and sniffled, able to feel his warmth and believe that everything would be okay in the end, keeping her eyes open. "I won't let anyone take you again. I'll watch over you until you're rested..." And so she waited there...

Unfortunately for the duo, they were not nearby the others when they were sent to the digital world. As another entity already had plans from them. One that would teach them, the darkness didn't always lead to the dawn.
Banned because the status bar is cancerous and seems to be on a daily mission to prove no one at the moderation staff does their jobs.
Mari was about to venture into the unknown. Reaching her hand out to reclaim a lost device and all the knowledge it could access. Sighing in relief once her fingertips touched its sleek rectangular surface. Sliding the television remote across the carpet from underneath the living room couch until she successfully held it. Pulling the front-half of her body up and lying down in the comfort of her throw blanket. Because the morning only truly began when she chose to get off what was slept on. Meaning those missed calls from that preachy kid would have to wait — to be deleted from her history. Instead, she was boredly staring at the lone light source illuminating the space and flipping through its channels. Unmuting the afternoon news, as they reported on a series of ongoing armed home invasions happening near her friend’s neighborhood. Halfway listening to her manager’s skeptic exasperation over her cellphone sitting atop the coffee table.

“How are you already running out of cereal? I bought it in bulk for you last month-”

“It’s complicated alright.” She answered dismissively, brushing the toaster pastry crumbs off her wrinkled jeans. Glancing at her kitchen refrigerator opening up, where Missimon was hyperactively shaking after guzzling his third box of cinnabon crunch, and was now attempting to grab the gluten-free coconut milk carton crammed behind the less terrible beverages on the top shelf. “Seriously, what am I supposed to say? Yeah, I have a gluttonous robot who won’t vacate my property.” Taking the phone and putting it up to her ear, as she switched the speaker off to give an order. “Hey! That’s enough breakfast.”

Missimon responded by perking his head up in her direction and promptly shutting the fridge door. Proceeding to clean up the discarded boxes, and stealthily snack on the few cereal pieces he dropped on the floor. Mari swayed her feet poking out of the cover as she spoke in a perky and pleasant tone. “Thanks. You’re the best...Yep. Goodbye.” She ended the call and sat up, wandering toward her bedroom to wear something new. Dressing herself in baggy and loose fitting clothing loaded with rebellious political quotes, noticing the D-Loader’s bright screen.

Preparing Transfer To Digital World...1%


"Transferring to digital world?” She wondered with an analytical pause, stuffing it inside her pocket. Returning to the hallway and seeing that the lights were on, as Missimon was tidying up and softly humming to himself. She realized that he didn’t seem to sleep, staying in constant motion since the beginning. “Maybe this ‘M’ person knows I want nothing to do with this, and is actually sending him back where he came from...he'd probably be happier that way.”

Mari's thoughts were interrupted by Missimon approaching her. “Mari. I’ve prepared my response to your regulations. Permission to address-”

“Go ahead.” She uttered while walking past him, as he closely followed her to the door. “But make it quick, we have somewhere to be.” She added, slipping her shoes on and collecting her keys. Missimon’s eyes lit up at the suggestion and gave the slightest eager nod.

“I will abide by your rules to not harm others, break things or act without your approval.” He stated. “Permission to ask, where are we going?”

She smiles slightly and opens her door. “We're off to burn some of your energy. So cloak yourself and keep quiet, okay?” Missimon silently nodded, as his outer shell became camouflaged. “That certainly makes hiding you a lot easier...”


Thankful that she was able to drive to her destination without getting caught in too much traffic. Or stopped by the police, otherwise she’d have to explain why the blanket riding shotgun was continuously bouncing. Observing that he seemed to enjoy the radio blasting punk music that overpowered him unconsciously humming along. Reminding herself that this was for a good cause, though the deed itself didn’t prevent the ludicrous cost of parking her car. She opened up her glove compartment and put on some black disposable gloves. “Alright, no one’s around. You can get out.”

Missimon went out her opened door and curiously inspected his surroundings. It was a basketball court that had its trash cans knocked over, and its grounds covered in litter and crude chalk drawings. She knew it wasn’t a rare sight to behold, often the aftermath of teenagers that clearly weren’t raised right. He awaited further orders, as she nonchalantly pulled out some big trash bags from the tailgate. “I’d like you to help me clean this place. Same as my apartment.”

“Is this your territory?” Missimon asked sounding particularly puzzled. “Will we be rewarded by our enemies for cleaning here?”

“No, it’s a public space. Anyone is allowed to come here. But you can’t expect others to do the right thing, when the opposite is usually an easier option. So it’s up to us to do the hard work. And our reward is making an effort to improve the world.” Mari replied with a devoted tone. Missimon seemed impressed by her important-sounding words.

“I don’t understand. But I will do what you want.”


It always seemed to be getting darker earlier and earlier by the day. Far less bright outside as hours passed by to restore the court to normalcy, aside from the chalk that remained untouched. The bed of her truck was divided by bags of junk and soda cans that would be recycled and sold. Hey, another man’s trash was her treasure. She sat and laid back in the driver’s seat, looking at Missimon in the passenger side. Seemingly exhausted and resting flat on his backside, showing that even these strange creatures had their limits.

“Mission Completed.” Missimon said drained of volume. As she let out the slightest chuckle while looking at the battery power left on her smartphone. “Yeah. Admittedly, you were pretty helpful...I’m used to doing this kind of thing by myself.”

“I’m glad I could be useful Mari. I enjoyed our time together. I think you’re very interesting.” Missimon replied with his eyes shut. Mari blinked at his statement, not knowing what to think. Feeling like a cartoon with her heart was growing three sizes. It wasn’t the first time she received a compliment, or was admired by her peers...and yet it was unique, in that it felt wholly undeserved. “...Perhaps I’ve been a little too harsh on him. He’s just been trying to get along with me, and I suppose it’s probably not his fault that he showed up when he did. So if he doesn’t want to leave...I’ll learn to get used to him.”

As she turned the key in the ignition, her phone buzzed with a new message from her bandmate that she spoke with yesterday. She stopped to have a quick text exchange then set the phone back in her cup holder. Suddenly shifting her seat straight up, and glancing in her rear-view mirror, firmly gripping the steering wheel and pushing her foot down on the pedal. Mari didn’t know what kind of trouble she was getting herself into, as she hit the road and hastily surpassed the speed limit. It wouldn’t take her long to arrive at her friend’s house, as it wasn't much farther than if she drove to her own apartment. But there was always something about this dead-end street that made her feel tense and uneasy. Missimon's eyes were soon jolted awake by her sharp turn at the cross section, causing him to watch her with an equally focused stare.

“Mari. Is there something wrong? We’re going faster than last time.” He noted with his usual alert tone.

“Probably not...” Mari muttered, shaking her head, even though something in her gut felt awry. “Seems like Kiyomi’s being paranoid about something again. But I know her parents are visiting sick relatives, and that friendly elderly couple are away on their 50th anniversary. So I’ll take it seriously for her sake and keep her company, if it helps her not feel as alone.”

“Well, if you need me. I’ll be right by your side.

Mari didn’t reply to Missimon, but his concern did take some of the weight off her shoulders and relaxed her posture. Only to be startled by her phone ringing shortly after. Mom’s timing was impeccable as usual, but her lecture would have to wait. Making the last turn and slowly rolling up to her friend’s address. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything suspicious, in spite of her expectations to have worried herself for nothing. Even in the dark, it was easy to spot the difference between the elderly couple’s mint-green estate across from her bandmate’s comparatively tiny home with the porch lights on — her heart skipped a beat at the sight of hooded and slender figure standing in front of her door. Not sure what possessed her to immediately get out of the car and confront the stranger, but Mari made her voice known.

“Hey! If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the police!”

The figure spun around and raised his hands up. “Huh!? U-u-uh wa-wa.”

Mari groaned slightly at the distilled essence of a fanboy before her. With a squeaky and stuttering voice displaying the lack of a threatening bone in his body. She could almost see the stars and hearts spinning around his head. The pink kitten coin purse in his hands that was unmistakably Kiyomi’s, as she connected the dots with her friend’s bad habits. “She really left her wallet at the food court again…so it was a misunderstanding after all...why do I feel so disappointed?” She frowned a bit and walked up to the porch with her palm open, speaking in a more irritated tone. “I’m not trying to be rude, but just bring it to mall security next time...” He quickly nodded and bowed his head, handing her the wallet and promptly fleeing to the discarded bike to ride off in embarrassment. Mari watched and took a deep breath in her calm surroundings to let the stupidity of the situation settle in. “Crisis over. Better go give her a call, so she’ll leave the broom closet and answer her door.” Mari thought with a shrug, heading back to her car to grab her phone.

“Mari has defeated her cowardly enemy!” Missimon exclaimed with his claws raised high, still lying in the seat. She half-smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m afraid-”

The illusion of peace was shattered by the crash coming from the neighbor’s front window. She leaped back inside her truck, recalling the news report of armed burglars in her friend’s neighborhood. Missimon hopped upright with a burst of energy.

“Three enemies are in the vicinity! Order needed!” He confirmed the danger she feared, almost as if he was reading her mind.

She nodded. “Subdue them.”

“Order Received.” Missimon replied, rocketing straight past her and through their broken window. The feeling of reckless guilt struck her brain as she saw Missimon enter. Why didn’t she hesitate to throw the little guy into peril? Maybe it was his obvious eagerness to act. Nevertheless, she made a negligent decision that was too late to take back. She couldn’t even finish dialing the emergency number, before hearing the clamor of gunfire — then nothing at all. It terrified her in a way that she hadn’t even dreamed of experiencing. Maybe her brain should’ve informed her legs that it was incomprehensible to be sprinting toward it. “What the hell am I doing? I never should’ve-”

“Missimon!” Mari called out, as the front door swung open. The young adult never expected to stare down the barrel of a gun. Nor see three bodies lying unconscious with Missimon hovering above them and approaching her with a gleeful smile, acting normally, with a bullet-sized dent in his forehead.

“Enemies subdued!”

"That’s...your amazing." She replied in awe. Missimon’s face blushed as her hand grabbed his claw firmly. Knowing it was preferable to standing directly over the thugs, she ran them back to the relative safety of her truck. The sounds of her cell ringing was simultaneous with the police sirens that were going off in the distance. "There’s no way I can tell the police, or Kiyomi about Missimon...I just need to go home and pretend this never happened...”

That was easier said than done. Especially when she hadn’t even had the chance to catch her breath before driving off like a madwoman. But aside from getting home in one piece, her only other thought blurted out of her mouth. “That chrome dome of yours must really come in handy…” Glancing down at the flustered digi.mon remaining still and quiet in her lap.

Missimon eyes twinkled with hope, his claw pointing at himself. “Chromedome? Is that my name?”

Mari smiled and went with it. “Yep. That’s your name.”

Not anticipating Missimon to react by glowing brightly, along with D-Loader in her pocket. Mari let out a shrill shriek and slammed on her breaks.

Digital Evolution Successful
Meet Commandra.mon!


Transferring To Digital World...99%
Guns
Well, I've had enough online and real life stalking experiences to hit double digits. (At least.) So people that only seem to exist to follow/react to everything I do for years at a time with a creepy level of desperation. Or, just literally stalk me. I'd like to hope that's unique, because I just seem to attract people who are fucking nuts. Opposites attract I guess? Hope I've never told these stories yet.

So, we have a guy who spent, eh bout 3 years of his life? Recording my online history, and writing comic books that usually end up killing me. Who also created at least 3 alternative accounts/sent multiple emails to multiple private addresses in order to get in contact with me. (So ya know, assholes better step up your game. Y'all have a long way to go to top what I've dealt with.)

My favorite Ghetto McDonald's had at least had four instances of this. Had one guy lambasting me about politics, where the guy embarrasses himself in front of everyone else. Dude follows me home in his car to resume the verbal altercation. Dude was like 30 plus years older than I was. (And if only that was the only time I saw the fucker.) One old ass guy, who tried everyday to make sure I wasn't allowed to eat there. (Cool and normal) spent more than few afternoons literally following me for blocks muttering how my house should be burned down because I kicked him out of his place. (I wish I didn't see this ball of sunshine, nearly every other day I lived in the Ghetto.)

I guess most of my school life bullying/a teacher who literally had it in for me, doesn't count, unless "literally following/stalking you're whereabouts exclusively just to cause you misery" counts. (Bonus fact, that teacher was liked by no one, and "fired" for looking at weird porn at work. So again, people who are nuts.)

My life gets worse, then gets better, but the pieces never seem to change. You think you'd get used to the utterly pathetic and mentally unstable to be so frequently obsessed with you, but guess I'm still looking for the, "Why? Am I really that interesting?"
>My 1x1 page "Hey, maybe put the mildest effort in your writing."

>"Hey I read your 1x1 page, and I'm still interested."

>*day later*

>"HOLY SHIT, YOU WANT ME TO PUT EFFORT IN?"

And, that's proceeded by.

"There's no petty vendetta against you."

"Hur hur, we've been stalking and harassing you for years now."

There was no escape from the sound of water hitting the ground. But how could rain fall from above without there being a single cloud? No — something even more amazing was right in front of his dilated pupils. It’s purpose was a mystery that was shrouded by a warm fog. Yet he still saw himself in its shine. Was it meant to be a noble’s shrine?

“I’ve never anyone so intensely interested in a toilet...”

Raiden lathered some shampoo into his hair, and watched Zues admire his porcelain reflection with a childlike zeal. Not used to wearing swim trunks in his personal wet room; though his morning shower didn’t usually have the company of a large grey hamster with spikes protruding out its body. “I’m - eh - almost - eh - there!” Zues puffed, making several attempts to jump and reach the lid with his stubby little paws. Before he successfully climbed atop the shut seat, proudly standing with a toothy grin, as if he conquered a mountain. But as fast as Raiden closed his eyes to thoroughly rinse, the bundle of energy had already leaped off and started to run across the spacious floor. Suddenly plopping on his rear to effortlessly slide around on the slip resistant material, spinning in circles and giggling to himself.

“Be careful buddy, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He warned the Pusurimon, taking a few steps closer to his tray loaded with twenty different men’s care products. Grabbing a conditioner bottle with added herbal extracts and oils that probably justified the price he paid for it. As Raiden casually reached down to catch the approaching fluffy head, colliding into his palm harmlessly. “Oof.” Zues blinked and stared up to Raiden smiling beyond soaked hair partially covering his face. Zues beamed with delight and sat by his feet, albeit while bouncing eagerly. “Are you ready? You promised to let me explore everywhere today.”

“I’m almost done.” Raiden reassured, as his eyes shifted to the side, as he rubbed his chin. “Wait, did I remember to apply my facial cleanser twice?”

“Yay! You’re done.” Zues cheered, performing a gleeful hop, swiftly spotting a new fascination and zipping forth. Jumping into a filled laundry basket and burying his upper-half inside the clothes and towels, as he squirmed about. Raiden sighed, as he carefully examined his fingernails for dirt, recalling his previous conversation with Mari. “Perhaps I should try to call her back and set up a meeting...we are in the same situation after all.”


The phone would go unanswered both times. Hanging up the phone on his nightstand and shrugging with a bothered expression, Raiden began dressing himself with the clothing he’d taken out in advance. Using his mirror to simultaneously fix every wrinkle, adjust his shirt’s collar, and watch Zues in the background curled into a ball and treating his bed like a trampoline. Admittedly, reaching impressive heights in the process and increasing concerns that his spikes would soon puncture the ceiling.

“Is something troubling you friend? Want to talk to me about it?” I want to talk.”

“Clearly. You’ve been a non-stop commercial for batteries since you evolved last night.” Was a response that crossed Raiden’s mind, but the words sounded bitter upon consideration, as he shook his head. “That’s not fair, he sounds so pure and honest. Don’t take our frustrations out on him.” Raiden took a deep breath and turned to face him. “I’m just used to staying on a very particular schedule...and now I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Zues stopped moving in order to give him a stare that was brimming with enough confidence to share between them. “I see!” Zues said, giving a firm nod. “Let’s play together!”

Raiden cracked a smile and cautiously patted his backside. It was the life advice that he expected to receive from someone who hatched only a day prior. "His cheerfulness really is contagious...” Then an idea sprung to mind — as he approached the bed and picked up Pusurimon without reluctance. “Alright. I know the perfect spot.”

Zues’ eyes lit up with excitement while being held up, lightly slapping his paws on Raiden’s upper chest. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Both spontaneously laughing together, as the D-Loader had gone unnoticed, blinking on the nightstand.

Transferring To Digital World...25%



Pusurimon’s imagination ran wild, gawking at the decorative arches, pillars and their bright wall fixtures that were illuminating a sprawling red carpet. Traversing the wide hallway for the first time was already a magical experience of incredible brevity, given that the bathroom was next-door. So getting the opportunity to soak in the view from a higher angle, for what felt like an eternity, made it harder for him to keep calm in Raiden’s arms. As his anticipation was building with each passing door, serving as a portal to the unknown and craving to venture into all of them. So once they finally reached their destination near the opposite end of the hall and pulled the door open — Zues gasped and fell silent — overwhelmed by the flashing pretty colors and playful melodies that permeated the entire room. His arcade was a nostalgic paradise; packed with the classic machines in mint condition, lined up in many vacant rows. “Here we are.” Raiden said, promptly setting the stunned furball down on the rainbow glow of the floor. As he stepped in and let the door swing close on its own. Zues’ body inflated for a moment before he let out a deep exhale. “This is amazing!” He began running around and dashing in-between Raiden’s legs as he walked. “How do we play? Show me! Ooo! What’s this one do?”

“Hmm...which would be the easiest to teach?” Raiden thought, pointing over the air hockey table closer to the center of the room. “Let’s try this.”

“Yay!” Zues bounced up, then dashed toward the table, causing Raiden to rush to the table himself. “Just being near him makes me feel a bit like a kid again...” Raiden helped lift him up onto the top, as he proceeded to take out the puck and two mallets inside his goal's compartment, then slide the yellow one over to Zues, who put a paw on it. “Okay, the rules are simple. You stay on that side, and use that to hit this into the goal.” Raiden explained with accompanying hand gestures, though he noticed that Zues was too busy looking mesmerized by the mallet, clasping it in his paws and holding it like a trophy. Raiden rubbed his hair and shook his head, speaking in a positive tone. “You sure do appreciate the little things in life...”

Zues’ looked at him and grinned, answering with a sincerity that pierced straight to his heart. “I’m happy because I’m with you!”

Putting his hand over his heart after it skipped a beat. That response was an emotional gut punch that required a second for the adolescent to recover. “...has anyone ever said that to me before? I guess — that’s because I just never had time for friends.”

“Friend?” Zues interrupted, his voice sounding concerned.

“Oh, um, I’m fine. Just-” Raiden stumbled over his words, noticing Zues quivering slightly as he pointed. Raiden turned to look and his eyes widened. “What the-” The fighting game machine’s screen behind him was surging with an ominous black lightning.

“I-Is it supposed to spark like that?

“N-no.”

Suddenly the room’s bright atmosphere became a lot less colorful, as every screen at once replaced its vibrant colors with dull greys. As a mutual feeling of dread sank in their guts when the sounds of screeching radio static abruptly filled the area. Raiden clamped his ears and groaned with clenched teeth, as Zues curled up into a ball and ducked underneath the table.

“Zues. Come on. We need to leave.” Raiden instructed with urgency, quickly getting onto his hands and knees, his reach for Zues heeded at the touch of his pointed and hardened fur. He was quivering and not going anywhere. A plan to avoid becoming a pin cushion was formed on the spot, as he pulled off his shirt and used it to scoop Zues up. “Don’t be scared little guy. I’ll keep you safe.” Raiden assured with a passion that he didn’t know he possessed. But the pressure only increased as he stood, as the grey machines seemed to blackout in an intentional order, as he saw the entire back row of lights suddenly shut off.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t be...scared. I’m too scared.” Zues whimpered. Raiden bolted for the doors, swearing he heard a voice beckoning him from beyond the noise. As the encroaching darkness seemed to chase after them, consuming the surrounding light sources.

“Not good. I can’t even speak...and it feels like I’m pushing against a strong wind current. What happens if I can’t run fa-”

The clamor was gone. As Zues suddenly hit the ground and spread out onto his stomach, eyes opening to see the front door a foot away from his face. He stood up with wobbly legs, turning to see the arcade returned to normal. He gasped and froze with terror; his friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Huh? Where’d he-why did-I didn’t even try to help-” Zues trembled at the thought, and let out a desperate shout. “Friend?!” But there was no answer, and that revelation caused tears to flow from his eyes. “H-He’s gone...I-I’m alone.” He blubbered through sniffles, having the same isolated feeling he’d felt inside his digi.egg. But then his ears perked up, as he felt a rush of newfound energy that had him pushing through the door.

“Dangerous! Everything's dangerous! I have to protect my friend from danger!” Those words were stuck on repeat, as his hastened feet made a beeline across the hall. “Go faster! Don’t stop running!” Static shocks sparking from his golden quills, as they started to glow and grow out. His silhouette started becoming more hedgehog-like in appearance; getting pointed features from his sharp crimson claws, to a spiky silver coat of fur that covered most of his chest, cheeks and his whole backside. The transformation only aiding his speed to rush into the bedroom, and yanking the D-Loader off the nightstand. Clenching the glowing screen within its claws and hoping to find answers, but only seeing a displayed message.

Digital Evolution Successful
Meet Heriss.mon!


“Take me where my friend is! Please-Oh Please!” Zues cried out. As the D-Loader seemed to respond to his plea, by letting out a bright flash. His body started to immediately distort itself until it became an amorphous mass of data and warped into its screen, as both vanished from the room in an instant...


“I never expected to feel this awful after failing at something...isn’t that just what happens when someone strives to achieve anything? Businesses, people, we all fail constantly, and we have the tenacity to then tell ourselves ‘there’s always another day’ where this infinite cycle goes on. Because ambition is an ultimately foolish endeavor...shooting for the stars that are well beyond our reach. And yet...for the briefest moment...I felt like I could defy the odds in order to keep a friend safe. And that’s why it stings...”

“Hey. Hey! Wake up!” A familiar voice called out in a slightly deeper pitch. Raiden lunged forward in an upright sitting position with his hands outstretched. “Zues!”

But his arms then dropped to his sides, after seeing nothing but a long stretch of blackened sand and a strangely colored ocean. The sky and everything else was completely foreign to him; believing this was some long twisted dream. Doing a 180° as he was carefully prodded into reality by something sharp, like the prick of a needle. “Gah!”

“Oh! S-sorry. You startled me and I d-didn’t-”

“Zues?” Raiden interrupted in surprise, certain that it had to be him, even before he observed the same colored device the digi.mon was carrying. Zues’ expression was unmistakably joyful, and so was the hyper manner in which he flailed his arms while trying to elaborate, speaking incomprehensibly fast. Raiden took an obvious deep breath, successfully getting Zues to mimic him.

“Yes, yes. I found you! Are you hurt?” Herissmon said a bit less quickly, holding out the D-Loader’s message. Raiden let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m okay...now that you’re with me.”

Zues blinked and held his claws up to his face, happily giggling. Making Raiden feel a wave of embarrassment, as a real one hit the shoreline. He stood up and thoroughly brushed his clothes off, having a single question. “So...how do we get back home?”

Confidence beamed from Zues, as he held the D-Loader up. “Take us back please!” As the device’s screen went blank and dimmed, not doing anything. Zues waited in confusion for a few moments, before he started rattling off many differently worded versions of the same statement. Raiden shook his head. "If only it were that easy..."
@Lucius Cypher Forgive me for being so blunt. But the last post was almost a month ago, and the last OOC update was 9 days after the post. (One day after I gave the 2nd reminder.) I think a good general rule is nothing active should have a week long gap of posts (or explanation as to why it's taking this amount of time.) And it doesn't strike me as IRL stuff, when posts are happening frequently, elsewhere.

As a GM, it really wouldn't hurt to roll call and @ everyone when these types of delays occur. Especially, if there's no activity for days after you post. (Because I didn't even know the follow up post happened until just now.) I kind of want to know if everyone's even still aware of this. And if you're just running low on creative fuel for this, it might be nice to officially say so. (Basically, I'd likely kindly drop out myself, if this kind of thing happened in future. Not meant to be rude or personal, but it's a pretty hefty time sink for the amount of actual progress made and I'd start to have my doubts that it would reach a conclusion.)
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