Heavy footsteps were heard as Leomon approached the main group. Gabriel turned to look at him, Leomon, held the fledgling dragon by the scarf.
“Is it awake?” Gabriel asked. Leomon nodded his head and threw him over his shoulder.
“He is currently trying to control his own body,” Leomon pointed over his shoulder, “this may happen time to time. Although he doesn’t feel pain when it happens and forgets 90% of what happens, so hit him in the head to stop him from eating you.”
“I’m sorry, what and who?” Brendan questioned while looking at the dragon.
“Okay, so long story short. This is Daomon, I know this because of this device,” Gabriel began as he pulled the small handheld out of his jacket pocket, “see, it has an image of him with his name shown above.” Brendan looked at it and took his own device out.
“I got nothing,” Brendan looked at Leomon, “how can I get one. Preferably one that won’t become a ravenous killing machine at random.”
“You can either, find an egg containing a Digimon, or forge a unbreakable bond with a with a wild Digimon.” Leomon explained
“Where’s the nearest blue door then,” Brendan looked around, “I need to do this in 15 days or less.”
“Door?” Leomon stated, confused.
“Its a video game,” Brendan started walking away from the dragon, “And the way you said ‘unbreakable bond’ sounded like something straight from the game.”
“Oh and where’s Connor?” Gabriel asked.
“At HQ,” Brendan pointed at a sewer near him, “I came up over there. Now let’s bounce before more of them show up.”
“Let’s tie em’ up! Heathen style,” Gabriel exclaimed with a slight chuckle.
“You psychopath, I’m in fear for my life,” Brendan found a broomstick and some rope by digging through some piles in the alley.
An hour later, Daomon began to stir, with a loud yawn, until he realised he was tied to a pole.
“What the fucking fuck are you bastards gonna do with my sorry ass,” Daomon shouted as he struggled.
“Eat you…” Gabriel said sarcastically.
“You do have a tendency to go into a rage,” Brendan explained, “so letting you go now would be a bad idea for each of us.”
“Plus your kinda stuck with this bastard,” Gabriel said as he pointed towards himself.
“Yay, my creator has already tied to me to a pole and said he will eat me,” Daomon looked at Brendan, “by any chance can we…”
“Nope, you get him,” Brendan backed away, “oh you also seemed to have calmed down. Good.”
“I fear no man… But that thing… It scares me…” Connor said from behind the couch.
“Relax,” Leomon cut Daomon out of his bondage and petted him, “you are with friends all of you.”
“Speaking of friends where is Viktor,” Brendan looked around.
“I dunno?” Gabriel said with a quick shrug.
“Well one less person to deal with,” Connor looked at his unpowered device, “I’m gonna find an egg.”
“This one would have killed us if we didn’t tie it down first,” Gabriel cautioned, “and you think you will live.”
“You shouldn’t have to worry about that, It may have been an isolated incident.” Leomon assured. “Most eggs don’t release a digimon of Daomon’s level, especially with such ferocity.”
“That means it’s perfectly safe,” Connor walked out of the door.
“Yeah except for the momma!” but it was too late. Everyone did an synchronized facepalm.
“Dumbass……” was heard faintly among everyone.
“We should go after him,” Brendan suggested. Everyone unanimously agreed to save Connor from himself.
“But even Humanity had some corrupted souls. Most of them went unnoticed by the rest. A deadly mistake…”
After half an hour, Connor came across a nest near a beach, outside of town. The nest itself held three eggs, and each had a hexagonal pattern on them. The nest had a three foot radius, and was made from packed sand. Connor quickly looked left and right, then knelt down to pick up one of the three eggs…
Meanwhile back in town with the rest of the group.
Brendan, Gabriel, And the two digimon, Leomon and Daomon, were making their way to the edge of town.
“Connor, Connor,” Leomon ran quickly from alley to alley trying to find the rouge tamer.
“Ron may have gone towards the Badlands” Gabriel mentioned.
“Well if he went there, he’s a goner,” Brendan looked out toward another alley, “you there Connor. Nothing.”
As the group of four neared the southern edge of the city, they began hearing the sound of waves rolling on a beach.
“Is… that water?” Gabriel questioned.
“He probably is that way as well,” Daomon looked around, “either or, I am NOT going to the badlands.”
“Well, too bad. We’re going that way…” Gabriel directed as he sprinted out of the southern gate. There was a girly scream.
“Sounds like Connor is in trouble,” Brendan guessed. Everyone looked at him weirdly. “He also probably has a digimon now. Not like we have any idea how those work though.”
“Good point, but whatever we should prolly go investigate…” Gabe pointed at the badlands, “We ride Until DAWN!!!!!” The motley crew sprinted to save their comrade. After what seemed to be at least a quarter mile out, they found Connor. He was on the ground, foaming from the mouth.
“Rabies?” Brendan asked.
“Can Digimon even get Rabies?” Gabe asked rhetorically. “I say we strap him onto a boulder and let the vultures eat em…”
“We will not have him go the way of greek fuck ups,” Brendan looked at Gabe, “he will be strapped down and woken up.”
So they strapped him onto Leomons back, the group also found an egg. Brendan’s pants caught on fire.
“Hot hot hot.” Brendan started rolling on the floor, kicking his feet. While rolling he ended up rolling straight into the ocean. He then flinched several times.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Brendan finally got out of the water. “Who has the taser?”
“I didn’t do it…” Daomon stated as he was the only one who primarily used fire-based attacks. Leomon and Gabe shook their heads. There was a little chuckle from the bushes.
“At least it can’t…” Brendan started, but then had his own personal rain cloud over him.
“Alright come on out now, enough games.” Leomon scolded. A flash of light appeared from a bush and several sentinels came out.
“Trojan detected...upgrading software,” they quickly aimed all of their guns at the group.
“Again!?” Brendan ran off to hide someplace else.
“Fuck this, I ain’t runnin’ Not this time. Fuck you! Let’s brawl.” Gabriel exclaimed as he pulled out the small device, which had a menu which had two options. “No Idea what these are, sooo just do your thing…”
“Ok,” Daomon, agreed as his eye color changed from a light blue color to a deep amber color. “Offensive mode. Hey ugly!”
“Speak,” the sentinel ordered, aiming his gun at Daomon.
“Your mom was Phillips Game console, and your Dad was Sonic 06.” It charged it’s laser and shot Daomon. Daomon was only scratched.
“I’ve seen landline modems charge faster and hit harder,” Daomon clawed the sentinel, but he went through. The sentinel disappeared. “ET on Atari was better than you.”
“B-b-b-b-Bonfire!” Connor stuttered from behind Leomon. Brendan played the “Toasty” quote from his device from the bushes.
“Damn son, that’s sure as hell not what I expected from Offensive mode,” Gabriel exclaimed, with a snicker.