Mirko Dubrinic
[Nighttime - Bedroom]Mirko was huddled under his covers reading on the tablet some stories. The descriptions were giving him shivers and he really started to hate it. What did he hate? The stupid well written story that talk about monsters in the fog. He hated his best friend from club who dared him to read it till the end. And for good last he hated himself for even accepting the dare and even more for being curious enough to actually be reading it.
"Curiosity killed the cat." He whispered to himself, hoping to get some comfort out the sound of his voice, possible break the immersion seeing the end of the page. The few last sentences made Mirko whimpered. He felt proud for going through but a much bigger part of him felt simple uneasy. He KNEW it was just made up... But it still gave him shivers. He left the light of his tablet on as he closed his eyes, it was late and he had to wake up early.
[Morning - On the way to school]
Mirko stifled another yawn.
"Dont forget your scarf, its cold in the morning." To say he felt sleepy, was a understatement he got barely four hours of sleep, most of the night he spent awake attempting not to think about what he read just hours before.
"I will mom. Should I buy anything on the way home?" Mirko questioned as he tied his shoes, checking one more time if he had everything in his second bag for his football training. There was the change of clothes, towel and shoes as well as a lunch package,
his books were in his backpack proudly showing off the logo of his favorite club.
"Yes. I wrote it down for you. " His mom walked over and gave him a list with his wallet and a kiss on his forehead. His dad had already left the house in half past four this morning having a shooting. He promised to come in time for dinner and Mirko was excited to hear which people his dad meet.
The boy grabbed his favorite lucky ball and run out. Only to slow in his step and gulp, there was fog in the morning. The story from last night poping on the front of his mind. That would be silly, Mirko started running to warm up and keep his mind off it. It worked well enough, he enjoyed running beside the river bed. Until some colorful lights and a crash startled him enough to make him fall over and drop his ball.
He halfway awaited some tall figure to be now atop of him trying to eat him.
No one was around.
Mirko chuckled, this was embarrassing beyond believe. Assuming it was most likely someone partying or a light from hundredth other things like cars or flashy toys. There was no reason to be so jumpy. Picking himself up he noticed that his ball rolled off and was now dangerously close to falling into the water. That was a real reason to worry about. Adjusting his club bag on his left shoulder he sprinted and kicked the ball away from the edge and directly into a carter.
Carter?
Mirko followed it up and noticed a small sink hole in the earth, beside his ball in the middle of it was a device of sort. Never seeing such a piece of tech he picked it up. Examining it curiously, it was white in color and it was cold for only a moment. The device felt warm in his hand and the white retreated to give place to a grey and really dark red color. He found the reaction amazing and was watching as the thing screen awoke as some form of flashlight activated and shone brighter and brighter until Mirko had to close his eyes.
Beside the river bank in the foggy morning was left only a lone football.
[In the woods]
Mirko shifted, his mind starting up and wondering what was pressing against his left side. A moment longer he realized the direction of gravity and was now wondering how he came to be lying on his left side. He sat up and rubbed his face, there was something amiss. He just could not place what it was. Opening his eyes he lazily looked around.
"Ugh...Fasz Where Am I?" He turned around not recognizing the woods, the distinct lack of river was worrying as well. He had to wonder if he was kidnapped, but it wouldnt make sense to wake up ...
"Phone... Where is...ah, found it." Mirko fished his phone out his pocket and faced disappointment. No signal what so ever, and apparently it was two hours after he left home. Unsettled and unsure he picked his club bag, the backpack was still whole and secure on his back. What he did found missing was his ball, but the weird dark red and grey device was resting beside him.
For a half an hour Mirko was walking in one direction, hoping for any road. Instead he spotted a lone cabin in the woods. It looked old and empty, but then again maybe they had a land line he could use to call his parents or police?
Candlemon
[In the cabin in the woods]Candlemon had a lovely morning, he woke up in the basement of the shelter which he found and took a liking to several days ago. It was a good place to be, a bit lonely but he would try to make friends again. Yesterday his friend search didnt bear fruits, but he collected at least lots of fruits instead. Which he enjoyed now for his breakfast.
He jumped around trying to think of which direction he should try to go in today to find friendly digimon. Finding angry digimon was always way too easy but finding peaceful ones was harder. He would have left though the front door, but when he peeked out the window to check if it was safe or not he noticed a figure staring at the cabin. He had moved the curtains only a tiny bit to peek out, and it didnt look like he was spotted.
He didnt recognise the figure and that made him feel that he had to be on the guard. So he keep on watching hidden in the shadow and the figure keep on staring. After good five minutes Candlemon decided that whoever that was they couldnt be possible out searching trouble. His believe was mostly based on his experience that whoever seeked out trouble didnt stand that long that still. At least in his limited experience.
Maybe they could become friends. A idea came to him and Candlemon jumped to the door that lead to one of the two rooms.
A minute later the door was set up and Candlemon stood in a blind spot in that room and waited. He didnt have to wait for long as he heard the front door open with a squeak. A young sounding voice spoke something. Candlemon couldnt help but suppress a chuckle. Footsteps sounding a bit unsure and then coming closer to the slightly open door.
It was left slightly open on purpose. It got pushed open and a splash followed quickly.
Candlemon jumped out his blind spot and noticed the figure now having a shocked face and wet hair and clothing. It wasnt too much water just one bowl, but the face the other was making was amazing. Candlemon laughed.
What the digimon didnt await was for the other to suddenly fall over on his butt and put his hands up speaking something fast, words he didnt recognise at all. The only thing he was sure was that he caused the other distress.
"I am sorry. I didnt want to scare you."The other stopped and looked up a bit flinching when Candlemon tried to get closer.
"Please dont eat me. Or steal my soul or face.""What? I am not doing any of it. I am sorry, again for the prank. I thought it fun, you know. Your face is funny with all those wet hair. " "You arent going to eat me?""No.""You sure.""Yes.""Oh.... You know you are a big speaking candle, right?"(
Underscore spoken is Hungarian. )
