You awaken in the dark, something small and round pressing into your chest, judging by the leathery scrape on your skin, Devi’s fallen asleep during the day again.

The smell of cooked fish guides you outside, Elecmon, Eva and Gotsumon still cooking up some of the shark you and Jeff hooked.

“Morning numbskull.” Eva calls as you step onto the beach. “Care to tell us about your latest attempt to get yourself killed?”

You rub the sore part of your skull, your hair still kinda smelling like stale beer, doing your best to tell them about the karaoke bar, while dusting a few grains of glass out of your hair.

You’re tossed a toasted sandwich, fresh off the fire pit, and you bite in thankfully, before Eva clears her throat noisily, her new earrings glimmering in the fire light. “Well, good for you.” She finally nods, “Good work getting her out of there, I mean.”

Elecmon pipes up, “Are you alright? You’re acting… nicer than usual.”

She glowers at him for a moment, ‘tch’ing loudly. “Why? Because I’m being nice?”

“Yes.” Gotsumon nods.

The blonde huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, before the two digimon decide to call it a night and get some sleep, dawn approaching quickly.

“She’s going to be hungover, isn’t she?” Eva groans, clapping a hand to her forehead, and rising to her feet, “Come on, I know a cure that always works when my mum’s been on a bender, just need to pick up some ingredients.”

She jerks her thumb down the street, pointing at a convenience store. “Like what?”

She reels off, counting on her fingers, “Vodka, tomato juice, some celery, bit of-”

“That’s a Bloody Mary.” You point out.

Her smile quirks a little, “And? Works on mother dearest. Only other thing I know is what Mark told me, and he says best cure for a hangover is to never get sober.”

“And Mark is…” You groan, massaging your head.

She just rolls her eyes, “Not the point, friend of mine, whatever. We going?”

>Just water will do her fine, don’t feel like walking
>Let’s just get her some OJ.
>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?
>Bloody Mary, drunk teach is fun teach
>Write in

>>46321347
>>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?

>>46321347
>Let’s just get her some OJ.
>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?

>>46321347
>>Let’s just get her some OJ.
>>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?
When are we giving Casey the dick?

>>46321347
>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?
>Let’s just get her some OJ.

>>46321347

>>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?
>Bloody Mary, drunk teach is fun teach

>>46321347
>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?

>>46321347
>>Let’s just get her some OJ.

>>46321347
>>You just want to spend some quality time alone with me, huh Eva?

You smirk at her, “You just want to spend some quality alone with old Dash, huh Eva?”

She rolls her eyes, looking away pointedly, “If you don’t want to go, you could have just-”

You’re already on your feet, “Come on, we’ll get her some juice, should make her feel better.”

Her lower lip twitches a moment, before she follows along with you down the street. Thankfully, whoever said they were going to call the cops on you yesterday, they were either too lazy, or they didn’t get a good description of you, because no one so much as glances your way.

The door swings open, another of those digimon made out flames behind the counter, this time his fire is blue though.

You poke your head around, managing to catch more than a few digimon idly shoplifting throughout the aisles. What is with this city and stealing?

You stare at the juice selection, unable to decipher the digimons language, you just kinda stare around for a few minutes blankly, Eva appearing out of a side aisle, “Figure it out?” She asks, staring at the shelf.

Well… you grab a carton, it’s orange, what else could it be?

You hear her gulp to herself, her face conflicted when you look over at her. “What’s up?” She shakes her head, but you’re not giving up that easily. “C’mon, out with it.”

She chews her upper lip for a moment, before, “Mark, he’s my… well was, well… not really, but kinda…” You raise an eyebrow, as she starts twirling a loop of hair around her finger, “I… well I was kinda dating him, before all this. And after yesterday, it’s just… I feel kinda shitty. But… I also really- ahem- enjoyed myself, with you that is. More than I ever have with…” She trails off. “Am I an asshole?”

Eesh

>Couldn’t have mentioned this before hand?
>Kinda, yeah, you wanna break this off?
>So? Go with the flow, have some fun where you can take it
>Write in

>>46321991
>>Couldn’t have mentioned this before hand?

>>46321991
>>Couldn’t have mentioned this before hand?

>>46321991
>I mean was he a dick?

>>46321991
>>Couldn’t have mentioned this before hand?

>>46321991
>And? You can tell him how much better I am when we get back.

>>46321991
>Couldn’t have mentioned this before hand?

>>46322036
Change this to this.
>>46322039

>>46322039
I'll support this.

>>46321991
>>46322039
Supporting

It's okay to cheat if the guy is a dick - Anon

>>46322198
We might also want to know what Eva thinks and have her examine her feelings for this guy.

>>46322198
It's okay to cheat if you're in another world.

>>46322263
We may never even make it back! And Dash is attractive!

We should keep banging all the digithings once in a lifetime opportunity!

And I'm pretty sure statutory laws don't apply here so Daisy should break herselef off some Jeff. Free love and exchange of data man. we should fuck jeff.

>>46322263
>>46322198
It's like Vegas. What happens in the Digiworld, stays in the Digiworld, unless you got the disc space for it.

>>46321991
>Eh, I have a boyfriend too, I'm not one to judge.

>>46322304
>>46322315
Fujishit, leave.

>>46322304
We're not fucking Jeff.

>>46321991
>>46322315
Supporting.

>>46322347
>>46322352
Why not? It's fine to fuck giant spiders and tiny pixies, and another guys girl, but Jeff is off the table?

>>46321991
>>46322039
adding
>>46322315

>>46322371
Yeah.

>>46322371
Yes

>>46322371
Yep.

>>46322371
Anons are terrified of the homo. Which is odd because they're fags, as is established by posting.

>>46322371
Yup, although the cuckolding was unintentional.

>>46322429
We may be fags, but at least we don't give into the urges for dick.

>>46322371
It's cool. Just bribe chuckles with steam gifts for gayboi pastebins.

>>46321991
>Eh, I have a boyfriend too, I'm not one to judge.
>Go with the flow, have some fun where you can take it

>>46322455
It's not urging for the dick, it's giving Jeff urges for the dick.

No one had a problem fucking Avery.

>>46322474
Who the fuck is Avery?

>>46322488
Last chuckles quest. Basically Revy from black lagoon, but with a penis.

Jeff isn't half as cute.

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You pause a moment, “I mean… is the guy a dick?”

She coils that loop of her hair faster, chewing her lips till, “Well… sometimes, but, I mean, he’s really… I dunno, I mean he doesn’t go around kicking puppies or anything, but every time we hang out he keeps trying to bring up mum’s work, and… but he buys me stuff, and he brings booze, and-”

“Eva.” You cut her off, “You’re rambling. Yes or no, is he a dick?”

“He ignores me shitting on people?” She shrugs, unable to look you in the face. “And he gets me booze.”

“That’s not an answer.” You point out.

She kicks the floor, “I dunno, it’s been like, a month and a half now… and I’m stuck with you all the time now, and you’re… you” What does that mean? “You’ve got this weird… nice, but no bullshit way, that gets in my head, and-” She kicks a shelf this time, “Fuuuck.” She groans weakly.

>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?
>Well, this is your choice, I’ve got OJ to deliver.
>It’s cool, I’m a slut too, you know.
>Write in

>>46322522
>>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?

>>46322522
>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?
>Well, this is your choice, I’ve got OJ to deliver.
>I'm a total slut.

I'm just here for digimon and people are literally banging my childhood memories and all the teens they can get a hold of.

I just.. I just wanted to train digital monsters.

>>46322522
>It’s cool, I’m a slut too, you know.

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>>46322550

>>46322550
I know, anon. I just wanted to punch to gods and dragons in the face, but I had to give in to what everyone else wanted.

>>46322522
>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?
>Well, this is your choice, I’ve got OJ to deliver.

>>46322522
>>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?
>>Well, this is your choice, I’ve got OJ to deliver.
When do we get Banchomon?

>>46322522
>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?
>Well, this is your choice, I’ve got OJ to deliver.

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Welp, “Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex.” You clap her on the shoulder, “You’ll have to figure out how you feel about that. It’s your choice, I’m afraid.” You give her shoulder a squeeze. “Got OJ to deliver.”

She nods absently, “I guess. I’ll… catch up in a minute, alright?”

She sags, leaning against a shelf, while you pay, “Don’t take too long, alright? Something stupid happens every time we split up for too long.” You remind her.

You make your way back down the shorefront, whistling absently to yourself, bumping into Elecmon and Hagurumon on the way. “Hey, where ya going?” You call to the two of them, “Thought you were getting some shut eye Elecmon?”

He shrugs, “Couldn’t sleep, Casey and Hagurumon were getting breakfast, thought a walk might help tire me out.”

You glance around, noticing Casey in the bakery across the road, you nod, before something roughly yanks you from the ground, the flapping of wings carrying you up and away. What in the-

You glance up, strong hands wrapped crushingly tight around your biceps, feathery angelic wings beating to lift you into the sky, a- less than angelic outfit covering the digimon carrying you away, while Elecmon and Hagurumon watch in stunned shock

You kick at the air, try and flail your arms, but it’s no good, you can’t punch her like this.

Shit…

>Yell for Casey, Guardromon can shoot her down.
>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go
>Write in

>>46322886
>>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go
FUCKING HELL, ALL THE DAMN TIME.

>>46322409
>>46322410
>>46322425
If you seriously think we're not gonna fuck at least one guy by the end of this, you are sorely mistaking.
>>46322886
>>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go

>>46322886
>Yell for Casey, Guardromon can shoot her down.
>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go
>GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WHAT IS IT WITH THIS PLACE AND AMBUSHES?

>>46322522
>>Sounds like he’s bribing you for sex, that what you want?

>>46322886
>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go

>>46322886
>>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go

>>46322886
>"Why exactly are you doing this? Am I your type?"

>>46322886
>>Yell for Casey, Guardromon can shoot her down.

>>46322886
>Yell for Casey, Guardromon can shoot her down.
>Grope the 'angel', it'll catch her off guard.

>>46322550
You've gotta admit Casey is best girl, at least. I never really liked digimon, but the writing and Casey kept me here.

>>46322963
I find her incredibly boring. It's just another book worm girl who didn't realize she was attractive.

>>46322886
>Magic time, raise your body heat til she has to let go

Right as I enter the thread we get ambushed. Goddammit

>>46322963
>>46322973
Daisy's my favorite, but we never seem to get alone time with her

>>46322973
Except she's not traditionally attractive at all.

>>46323076
So you're blind then? Have you not seen pictures of her? The only difference is she took off the hoodie.

Just because she's not an hourglass figure with big tits doesn't mean she's not attractive.

>>46323075
Daisy is cute.

Magic it is, roll me a d20 on that, DC is 16 Something extra good if you get 19+

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46323118

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46323118

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46323118
plz no bully

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46323118

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46323118
I got this

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46323118

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46323118

>>46323100
>So you're blind then? Have you not seen pictures of her? The only difference is she took off the hoodie.
>Just because she's not an hourglass figure with big tits doesn't mean she's not attractive.

Hence "Traditionally"

>>46323130
>>46323139
>>46323142
>>46323152
>>46323153
Them some weak ass rolls

>>46323153
No, you don't

>>46323177
I said she didn't realize she was attractive. I didn't say she didn't realize she was a blond with a d cup.

What's the point of saying, "B-but not traditionally!"

It's the same story. Hell a lot of anons are weird as fuck and like flat chicks.

ffs

>>46323228
Actually, I usually like girls with a b or a c, but Casey is intelligent, funny, and cute.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46323118

>>46323280
I didn't say you did.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46323118
Watching all these niggas roll like shit. This is how a man rolls.

>>46323437
>3
like my penor...

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>>46323437

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46323437
Nice try, loser. I'll show you how it's done.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46323437
You mean like this, right?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

These dice rolls are just bad, sometimes I wonder if they're poorly seeded on purpose at times.

guys stop, its best of 5

>>46323508
Are we going to get raped by an angel?

Rolled 1, 2, 10, 1, 19 = 33 (5d20)

>>46323508

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46323508
But my manliness was challenged! MASSIVE DICK INCOMING

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46323530
Look at him! Look at him and laugh!

>>46323520
He.. didn't ask for more rolls.

Chuckles your players are retarded.

>>46323577
That's the joke, anon.

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You can do this, just got to make yourself too hot for her to keep hold of you!

You channel energy down your arms, sending heat through them, but your captor seems to notice. “No you don’t heathen!” She growls, one arm letting yors go for a moment, you desperately try and kick loose, before she summons a staff in her free hand, bashing you over the temple and-

Something wet drips against your forehead

“Mmmmmph.” You groan, blinking yourself awake, senses popping in one at a time. You’re lying on something rocky. Right. You can taste what eems to be mouldy cloth in your mouth, a gag. Right. Every thing’s dim, lit by firelight. Sure. The popping sounds of a fire, and muted conversation.

“We could cut it out. A sinful device that gives him power.”

“But with his tampering, whoever touches it might be infected with the filth from that den of heathens and whores.”

“Mmmmph?” You groan, before you spit the gag out.

That gets their attention, the one that grabbed you from the street enters your vision, pulling you upright by your hair. “Ahhh.” You hiss, “Watch it!”

You spot that weird bug digimon floating around the back of the light, along with two taller towering angels, a male and female one, the man clad in purple armour, while the woman is in… very tight wight clothes that don’t look very angelic, and at the back a small child looking blonde angel.

One point to note, no humans.

>Alright, where’s Zeke?
>What are we cutting out?
>Hold your tongue, wait to be ignored.
>Write in

>>46323632
>wight clothes that don’t look very angelic
Well yeah, they were made for a ghastly ghoul.

>>46323632
>>Alright, where’s Zeke?
Every damn time. Dash really has some fucking shit luck.

>>46323632
Warn them that the fucker floating around is trying to fuck everything up. Goddamn.

>>46323632
>Alright, where’s Zeke?
>What are we cutting out?

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>>46323656
shhhhhh

>>46323632
> What are we cutting out?

>>46323632
>Alright, where’s Zeke?

>>46323632
>they want to cut out our sinful device

PANIC

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46323632
I roll to seduce the female angel with my sinful device.

>>46323738
Her eyebrows rose, but nothing more.

>>46323632
>>Alright, where’s Zeke?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46323760
Alright I try with my penis.

>>46323770
Yes, your penis is small. The joke has gotten old.

>>46323770
The angel is disgusted and spits in your direction.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46323777
Alright I try with your penis.

>>46323784
Clearly you don't know how to use my penis.

>>46323784
The dice just don't like us tonight stop trying.

>>46323784
The angel rolls her eyes.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>46323802
I play the sub?

>>46323843
Apparently she likes doms.

>>46323843
The Angel pulls out her sword and removes your sinful device. And the black head.

>>46323843
OH SHIT NIGGER WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46323857
Cheesy pick up lines?

>>46323843
you are now a shitty home made Russian submarine from the 1920s

>>46323876
She finds you amusingly pathetic, but not enough to sleep with you.

>>46323876
The angel's mouth corner twitched a little.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46323897
>>46323893


Alright we're getting somewhere... I try Puns.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46323897
complement her wings?

>>46323909
She had a giggle there, m8.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46323909
Angel rolls will to resist laughing

>>46323915
She folds them around herself and grins.

>>46323915
The angel blushes, covering you with them, moving them to tickle your face and other sensitive parts.

>>46323915
We found her weakspot! Good work boys!

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You try to pretend you at least have a little authority in this situation. “Alright… where’s Zeke?”

“He is hidden away from you.” The youngest looking angel cuts in, his voice soft like velvet. “We are doing this of our own accord.” He points at you. “You admit to being the leader of the other humans. All we have to do is cut the snake’s head off, and the body will collapse in on itself.”

Your digivice buzzes in your pocket, but you don’t dare reach for it, doubly so when you realise your hands are bound..

The bug thing lets out a noise that’s more akin to a hungry snarl than any words, it’s jaw flapping madly. “Shut that thing up.” The young angel orders.

Your hair is released and you’re left sitting, upright, cornered with no way out but past them, with hands bound behind your back. Could try and burn the ropes, but even then you’d have to get past all of them.

Your digivice buzzes again, quietly, as the angels crowd around the fire a moment. “We could have the bug do it. It’s already mad, and the best equipped for removing it non-lethally. If we’re to remove him, sending him alive would be less suspicious than a dead body appearing.”

Lethal? Non-lethal? Cut the head off? What the hell are they talking about?

>Check your digivice as subtly as possible
>Burn the ropes, make a break for it
>Sit quietly, see if a better chance arises.
>Write in

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46323915
Hah! Was that all? I complement her ass!

>>46323947
>>Sit quietly, see if a better chance arises.

>>46323954
The angel frowns, pulling her wings away from you, calling you crude.

>>46323947
>Write in
"Sooo, what's this about?"


>>46323954
Ya blew it.

>>46323947
>>Check your digivice as subtly as possible

>>46323947
>Burn the ropes, make a break for it

>>46323980
Seconding this

>>46323947
>Check your digivice as subtly as possible

>>46323947
>Check your digivice as subtly as possible

>>46323947
>>46323980
Backing this, deleted my old vote.

>>46323947
>>Check your digivice as subtly as possible
Class in seven hours? BAH! Digimang is more important than paltry SLEEP! I must learn from the master of insomnia.

and another d20 for stealth

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46324082
welp

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46324082
welp we lose

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>46324082
>>46324085
kek.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46324082
Shooka shooka.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46324085
muthafuckin
STEALTH

>>46324085
WOO!

>>46324100
WOO! Crit not canceled out.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46324082
I got this.

>>46324052
I have class in 9 hours. Who cares about the collapse of the soviet union anyway?

>>46324085
We good!

>>46324085
And they call him Rain.

>>46324127
Indeed komrad, worry not about capitalist propaganda

>>46324173
>>46324127
Gorbachev was architect of destruction of great Soviet Union

Stalin was great man)))) famines and destruction of agriculture only serve to rapidly urbanize country.

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You slip your digivice loose, managing to avoid detection you curl your knees up, hiding the screen behind it.

The screen has flashing text splayed out on it. “User threat levels at maximum, distress beacon sent to partner.”

If that means what you think, then at the very least, Elecmon knows where you are… Alright, okay, you can handle this, just need to stall if they come for you.

They seem content to argue with each other, the bug’s head flitting back and forth, panting loudly, like a dog listening to their conversation, while you slip your digivice back into your pocket.

After a time, a pebble flicks against the back of your head, drawing your attention.

You glance back subtly, Elecmon laying on his belly in a small tunnel at the back of the cave, smeared in dirt and filth. “Dash.” He whispers, glancing nervously at the angelic digimon. “You okay?”

You slowly, slowly nod your head up and down, gulping. You can’t fit down that tunnel he’s in, Elecmon looks like he can barely fit.

Damn it.

>Tell him to get the others and blast their way in
>Jump in, time to digivolve
>Tell him to stay put for now, see if any of them get tired first
>Write in

>>46324257
>Tell him to get the others and blast their way in

>>46324257
>Tell him to stay put for now, see if any of them get tired first
> Ask if the others are nearby

>>46324257
>>Tell him to get the others and blast their way i

>>46324257
supporting>>46324293

>>46324257
>>Tell him to stay put for now, see if any of them get tired first
I'm not dealing with Lucemon nor his Ulitmate strength in rookie form bullshit.

alright, writing

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“Stay put.” You breathe, catching him nod.

And that’s when your hair is grabbed again, yanking you forwards. “Come now, he might be filth, but if we’re sending him back, we don’t need to rough him up too much.” The lady angel chastises as the male tosses you down closer to the fire.

“I will treat him how I see fit.” The purple one retorts, folding his arms over his chest.

The little blonde one floats down next to your head, prodding at the back of your neck, a spike of pain stabbing up from inside it. “You carry inside you something evil.” He breathes. “We’re about to do you a damn favour and cut it out. You should be thanking us.”

He prods again, right over that little black lump in your neck.

Another spike of pain spreads out from it, gritting your teeth, before the little angel hisses in pain too, recoiling. “As I thought. The dark king cursed them, burn angels to the touch.” He nods to the others, “Bug, do your work, delete it, and send the boy home.”

Send you home? What?

The bug lets out a laughing noise, swarming at you, landing on your back its mouth grabbing you around you neck, you feel a horrible suction.

You grunt, the world around you loosing its colour, going black, all the shapes just green wireframes.

“Dash!” Elecmon cries, snapping you back for a second, the angels whipping around to face towards him.

“His partner!” The purple one growls, a purple blade extending from his wrist, “Get rid of it!”

Elecmon meets your eyes, as a glittering light starts to pour off the blonde angel, the bug still sucking at your neck, the world going to green wireframes again for a split second, then for one moment, a crowded street, before flicking back to the cave.

The hell was that?

>Run Elecmon, I’ll be fine
>Elecmon, over here, I think we’ve got a way out
>Write in

>>46324545
>Elecmon, over here, I think we’ve got a way out

>>46324545
>>Elecmon, over here, I think we’ve got a way out

>>46324545
>>Elecmon, over here, I think we’ve got a way out

>>46324545
Oh I do not like you mr. angel. Trying to force Dash to leave an entire world without his philosophical might.

>>46324545
>Elecmon, over here, I think we've got a way out

Fuck me for having to make shit choices to prevent meta gaming

>>46324627
Hah! Jokes on you! I make shit choices because I don't know enough about the setting to metta game!

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You struggle against the bug, getting your face off the floor, “Over here! I think I know a way out!”

The angels turn to look at you over that, “He can’t be-”

Elecmon darts between their legs, dodging a swung blade, trusting you on instinct, you grab hold and curl him under your chest protectively.

The sharp, sucking pain stops suddenly, the weight on your back gone, the cold rock under you suddenly feeling more like melting hot bitumen.

You crack your eyes open, pushing yourself to your feet, a digimon even smaller than Tsunomon laying flat and catching his breath while you stare at the buildings all around you, gyms, fast food, banks…

The squeal of brakes and the honking of horns snap you out of your reverie. “Hey kid! Get out the damn road!” You turn around, a red faced middle aged man leaning out of his window, more cars piling up behind him. “WHAT? YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?” He shouts louder.

You look down, then up again, before scooping your digimon friend up and moving to the sidewalk.

This is the human world. More importantly, you’re a few blocks from home, you recognise that gym!

You’re back! Somehow, whatever they did, it forced you back. You pat your pockets and… still got your wallet, aaaaand your phone, back to normal. Well. Clock says its’ nearly four in the afternoon. Same day you left.

“Elecmon, you okay?

He nods, “Yuh.” He can’t really make words it seems.

But, the others…

>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.
>Go check the school out, maybe there’s some clues.
>Head home, it’s been too long.
>Write in

>>46324797
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.

>>46324797
>Go check the school out, maybe there’s some clues.

>>46324797
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.

>>46324797
Welp. Fucked up time distortion is going to ruin our pre-established hierarchy and pecking order.

This is fucked.

>>46324797
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.
>Go check the school out, maybe there’s some clues.

Grab a burger on the way.

>>46324797
Time to be gone for three weeks!

>>46324797
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.
Browse the internet on our phone, should eb on the news.

>>46324797
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.
>Go check the school out, maybe there’s some clues.
Eat and search.

>>46324846
Nah let's wait longer that way we can get NTR'd by Jeff.

>>46324882
Nice.

>>46324797
adding to my post >>46324821
>First thing, he needs some food to get big again, get a burger.

fuuck. The time distortion is large enough that it's going to be at least a year before we manage to get back to the digiworld.

>>46324950
OH WELL

>>46324950
We come back and everyone else is hardcore digifighters and we're still just plain ol' Dash.

The the quest loses players and Chuckles moves on to the next thing.

>>46324950
Assuming it's the real-real world and not the fake-real world.

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Alright, he needs food first things first. You tuck him under your arm and duck into a burger place, spending some of your remaining human bucks on two cheeseburgers, you cram yourself into a corner booth and help him eat by tearing it into chunks.

By the time he’s got it down, he’s back to a Tsunomon, “So, this is your world?” He questions, peaking out the window.

“Yup.” You nod, “Used to play baseball over in that park every summer.”

He nods, before glancing over at you, “Everyone else is still in the digital world though.” He points out.

Yeah… You flick through your phone a moment, hoping that maybe Casey’s phone number carried over or something. Nope.

“Let’s go check out our school, it’s where we got sucked in, might have some clues.” You figure. “And try not to move, I can probably pass you off as a stuffed animal. Otherwise folks might start freaking out.”

He nods, doing his best to stay still as you hurry the few blocks to school. Gates are shut tight, but you vault over it easily, creeping in. You walk around the janitor, slumped in a hallway chair, drunk out of his mind with a bottle of cheap whiskey and rambling.

He saw you get sucked in there earlier, maybe you could get something out of him, but…

You step into the classroom first, the place looks like a tornado hit it, papers thrown everywhere, “Hey, look at this.” Tsunomon mutters, pointing at whiteboard.

You look up, “That’s your language, isn’t it?” You ask Tsunomon.

He nods, “Yeah but, it’s written funny, an old dialect… hang on.” He clears his throat, “If you wish to return, discover where they come from.”

What the hell does that mean?

You look closer, noticing a binder on Daisy’s desk, the class roster. You notice yours has a frowny face next to it.

“Maybe… something’s at one their houses?” Tsunomon suggests weakly. Your head is really killing you now...

>See if you can get anything out of the janitor
>Call the cops.
>Check their addresses
>Head home, get some sleep first
>Write in

>>46325033
>Check their addresses

I'm going to bed guys. Please don't pull a kabu and totally forget what we're doing and wander off.

>>46325033
>>Check their addresses

>>46325033
>>Check their addresses

Depending on some of my assumptions The digiworld moves ~3.8k to ~50k times "normal" time.
The 3k figure is me being extremely optimistic and that we managed to hold ourselves in our reality for 10 minutes after Kelli was taken and that she has spent exactly 27 days before we came into the digiworld.
(27*24*60)/10
38880/10
3888x normal time
Every second is a bit over an hour.

>>46325033
>Check their addresses

>>46325065
Fuck me

>>46325065
it runs on dramatic tension time/narnia time

in the show, I think izzy said something along the lines of 1 day in digiworld= 1 minute real time

>>46325033
>“If you wish to return, discover where they come from.”
The come is in present tense? My first guess would be "Where do Digimon come from" or "Where do Digimon live" the answer would of course be the internet/computers.
Unless the writer has a different concept of time and sees the summoning of humans as a recurring thing in which case it would be "Where does the call/portal come from?)

You run down the list, getting the addresses of everyone and writing them in your phone, Casey, then Jeff and Eva, Zeke, Takeshi the asian kid and Rich, the drummer guy.

Still, that leaves Daisy’s address, but Tsunomon turns that up, having rooted through her desk draw, he pulls her purse out, her drivers license showing… she only lives down the street from your place. Huh.

The rest are littered about town, Casey’s place is furthest, a good half hour bus ride, Jeff and Eva are about ten minutes away from yours, Zeke lives in a shithole neighbourhood, on the dirtier side of town,Takeshi is far away, but right by a subway station, and Rich is a few blocks over from your place.

“Discover where they come from?” Could it be this easy? Visit their houses? Or does it mean something more cryptic…

Damn it.

You’ve searched the room top to bottom, but that’s all the leads you’re gonna get. You erase the message from the whiteboard, a tiny spider crawling down the wall next to you, scampers idly up your hand.

You start to slap it, but hold your hand, the creature refusing to bite, simply watching you innocently. “Are you with Aru?” You have to ask, but it doesn’t make any response.

Course it doesn’t.

Well damn it.

>Head home, maybe something will happen if Elecmon touches your computer
>Head to someone’s house. (There’ll be a second poll for whose)
>Question the janitor
>Write in

>>46325131
>Keep spiderbro with us if he holds on
>Head home, maybe something will happen if Elecmon touches your computer

>>46325131
>Write in
WE'RE KEEPING THE SPIDER
IT KNOWS THINGS!
also google "where do digimon come from"

>>46325131
>>46325159
Supporting.

>>46325159
Maybe look into the history of the internet and it's previous iterations?

>>46325159
>>46325201
These guys know what's up

Ask the janitor

>>46325065

Anon, it depends of the season and of the digiworld they're in.

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You let the spider be, watching it blink it’s eight tiny eyes in sequence, before picking up Tsunomon. “Come on, we’re heading back to my place, got a few ideas, research.”

You hurry home, just a little short before five, before your parents get home, slipping your key out of your wallet and hurrying towards your room. You set him down on your bed, the familiar smells of home drifting into your nostrils, soy protein, your own deodorant, the herb planters mum hangs out the kitchen window.

It’s been… a long while

Focus!

You pull out your laptop, hoping for a long shot. “Where do digimon come from?” You type in.

It comes up with a failed search, ‘Did you mean Pokemon?’

Shit. Not the time. You scratch your face irritably, before a soft knock comes at the door. “Knock knock.” Your mother calls gently, “Dashie? How was summer school?”

You toss a blanket over Tsunomon, “Uh, fine!” You call through the door.

She twists the knob, letting herself in, “Fine?” She seems surprised, leaning in the doorway with a smile. “After all your moaning? It was just fine?”

You take her in a for a moment, her gentle smile, her blonde curtain of hair. “I..” You hesitate, closing your laptop over so she can’t see it.

“I’m sorry you had to go honey, I really tried to convince them out of it, but they don’t understand you’re not that kind of learner.” Mum continues, “Maybe if you don’t do so well again next year, we can enrol you in one of those montessori schools your father was talking about?”

God, no. She babbles on, “Well, dinner’s in half an hour, I’m making a big load of nachos, so get hungry mister.” She gives you a grin, before turning on her heel.

>Hug mom, it’s been too long
>Tell her everything, she works in IT, maybe she can help
>Keep it to yourself for now, keep searching
>Write in

>>46325131

>>Head home, maybe something will happen if Elecmon touches your computer

and seconding >>46325159

>>46325371

>Hug mom, it’s been too long

>Keep it to yourself for now, keep searching

>Ask her if she's ever heard of digimon

Not revealing everything yet, but asking would be good.

>>46325371
Gaah this is a hard one. Usually I'd be all for telling everything but can we actually prove any of the shit that has happened?
Anyways just jam Elecmon at the computer screen and hope for the best?

>>46325418

We have a talking baby digimon with us.

Oh man, this is like the time Google Kid was sent back in the human world and took care of his sick sister, only to return to the digi-world without losing any time.

>>46325371

Adding to my vote here >>46325392

>show her your digivice

>>46325371

>Hug the mom.

Before we tell her, we need to know how overprotective she is. Also...

>Hey, does the word "digimon" mean anything to you?

>>46325371
Holy shit, Miria's our mom.

>>46325392
Thirding

>>46325439
Its a normal phone again

>>46325464

That explains a lot about Dash

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Before she can get away, you’re out of your chair and in the hall, wrapping her in a tight hug from behind. “Love you mum.” You whisper quietly.

She looks back at you, pleasantly surprised. “Oh! My goodness, you’re in a better mood than this morning.” She chuckles. “Was summer school really that fun?”

You just squeeze her a little tighter for a moment, before you let her go. “Hey, random question, but does the term ‘digimon’ mean anything to you?”

She rests her chin on a finger, brow furrowing, “Di…. gi… mon…” She hums to herself, “Can’t say it does honey. Wait…” She cocks her head to the side, “... Nope.”

“Digital monsters? Anything like that?” You push.

She scratches her neck absently, “Like one of your pokemons?”

You sigh, “No…. not like pokemon.”

She laughs, patting your head, “Kinda reminds me of this project I had in college though, my friend and I made these cute little things… what’d we call them?” She pauses, raising your hopes, before snapping her fingers, “Tamagotchi!”

“Tama-what?”

She shakes her head, an absent smile on her face, “Nothing, now don’t you have homework to do?” She pries your arms off her, “It’s unfortunate, but I have dinner to make.”

She heads downstairs, whistling to herself.

“Hey baby doll.” Dad calls from the door, “How’s slugger doing?”

“He’s in a good mood, surprisingly.” Mom laughs, “But let him work, he’s got his serious face on all of a sudden.”

You chew your lip, running a quick search on tamagotchi, but the only result you get is some ancient college archive you can’t access since you’re not a student.

Tsunomon wriggles free of his blanket, “What do we do now then?” He asks.

>Sneak out, check out Daisy’s place down the street.
>Pretend to do homework in the kitchen, ask mum more about this project
>Tell them everything.
>Tsunomon, what happens if you touch a computer.
>Write in

>>46325572
>Tsunomon, what happens if you touch a computer.
and when that inevitably doesn't work
>Sneak out, check out Daisy’s place down the street.

>>46325572
>Tsunomon, what happens if you touch a computer.
Worth a shot. Last time we touched a mainframe we got more mana. After that inevitably fails
>Sneak out, check out Daisy’s place down the street.
>>46325585
Great minds think alike.

So dash fucks around on aru, casey, and eva but it's nit cool if eva fucks s round?

>>46325572
>How can you talk and react normally without the necessary blast processing speed?

>>46325585
>>46325591
Investigation, ho!

>>46325597
I don't care if she does, its more that she seems conflicted over it, and the guys kind of a dick

>>46325597
Dash is honest about it and cares for all three of them

Eva waited till afterwards to say anything and probably doesn't care about the boytoy

>>46325597

No? Dash was fine with Eva having a boyfriend, he just wanted to make sure *she* was fine with it too.

>>46325628
This. Chuckles trying to start shit but I ain't biting!

>>46325597
Nah, if Eva wants to it's fine, it just didn't seem like she entirely wanted to.

“Well, it’s worth a shot. Tsunomon, anything happen if you touch my computer?” He bounces over and you press him flat against the screen.

He lets out a weak groan for a moment, going all fuzzy looking, flickering in your hand and you pull him away. “The hell was that?” You ask.

He rotates in your grip for a moment, “Press me back a second.” He nods, you’re doubtful but press him back, and… he bursts outwards into Elecmon, your laptop battery dead, smoke coming off the digimon’s skin after that.

He shakes his limbs out, making a small “Ahh.” Noise, a minor complaint.

“So, you can eat electricity too?” You muse. “Interesting. Now come on, we’re not entirely trapped in here.” You pull your window open, “We’re gonna try and check out Daisy’s before dinner.”

He nods, leaping on your back when prompted and wrapping his paws around your neck.

You shimmy down the drain pipe next to your window, alighting on the lawn and creeping around to the front of the house. Dad’s smoking his pipe on the porch, but a well tossed rock let’s you take off without being noticed.

You recheck the address, apartment twenty six at the lot down the road. You jog down, Elecmon keeping his head low and going unnoticed pretending to be a backpack, as you find it, up on the third floor of the complex, peering inside.

Smallish place, locked tight.

“Can I help you?” An old woman calls from the apartment next door.

You give her a grin, “Hi, yeah, I’m Daisy’s brother, she’s held back at work, just asked if I could grab her shoes for her? It’s our dad’s birthday tonight, and we’re having a party.” The lady stares at you cautiously, “It’s just… we’re not sure how many he’ll have left. Please, she said the place would be unlocked.” You add.

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She clucks her tongue, “Poor thing, here, she gave me a spare key to feed the cat.” She reaches inside, handing it over to you.

You thank her profusedly, ducking inside and setting Elecmon down.

It’s cramped, but tidy, the pink furniture covered in pink sequined pillows, that have been scratched to shit by her cat.

The tabby licks itself absently on the table as you look around, hoping for clues. A tablet sits on the coffee table, and the door to her bedroom stands open.

>Check the tablet, obvious to look for something digital
>Poke around her room first
>Write in

>>46325738
>Feed the cat

>>46325738
>Poke around her room first
Because at this point either we're at the very minimum months behind the others or there is no time distortion and we're in no rush.

>>46325738
>Feed the cat to Elecmon

>>46325738
>Check the tablet
What could go wrong?

>>46325738

>Feed the cat
>Check the tablet, obvious to look for something digital

>>46325738
>Poke around her room first

alright, tie breaker, first reply wins

>Tablet
>Room

>>46325841
Tablet

We aren't supposed to like enter everyone's addresses in like an ip right?

>>46325841
>Tablet

>>46325851
That would be interesting. A persons phone number would be the IP address and moving from the real world to the digiworld would require us to input the server IP. I guess you'd need to start a greeting to open a portal?

>>46325866
Dont know man I know fuck all about computers but I know we're looking for where people come from and tht ip addresses are a thing.

>>46325866
Fuck that was worded oddly and the phone part makes no sense. I apologize to anyone that has lost IQ points.
Maybe the digivice/phone MAC address would be the phone number?

>>46325841
>Tablet

Aru would be fun to have around right now.

sorry, was making dinner

You move to sit, noticing the love heart framed picture on the table, a slightly younger daisy and some other girl beaming at the camera, while Elecmon drags the cat food out for the pudgy creature.

The tablet doesn’t even have a password. Oh Daisy… you flick through the notes, but there’s nothing of interest there, lesson plans, old notes from college… a downloaded word document?

You tap it open, “You’re gonna pay bitch! You think you’ve got me put away? I’m gonna find you, and I’m gonna do to you, exactly what I did to your dumb whore friend you hear me?”

Jesus.

You look up, the message has already been forwarded to the cops, thank christ for that at least.

You tear through the whole thing, but come up with nothing, your phone buzzing with a text. Wuh oh. It’s been at least an hour. “Gone out to the gym??? It’s fine, just be home by ten.xx” Mum asks.

>Apologise and head back for dinner
>Check her room, then head back
>Well, she’s not mad, check out someone elses’ house
>Write in

>>46325952
>Check her room, then head back
>Well, she’s not mad, check out someone elses’ house
Combine these. We need to figure this shit out.

>>46325952
>Check her room, then head back

>>46325952
>>Check her room, then head back
>>Well, she’s not mad, check out someone elses’ house

>>46325952
>>Apologise and head back for dinner


Have we tried to use magic yet?

alrighty, while I start writing whose house

>the twins
>Casey
>Takeshi
>Zeke
>Rich

>>46325952
>Check her room, then head back

>>46326055

>Casey

>>46326079
Her house is the furthest away though?

>>46326055
>Takeshi
Asians know techy stuff right?

I'll leave this vote open a while, I'm having dinner, amuse yourselves, and try to keep the thread from dying

shitpost, waifupost, shadowrun, saltpost, whatever floats your boat

>>46326055
>the twins

>>46326095
No, they're a bunch of backwater mooks.

>>46326055
>the twins

twins house it is then

>>46326279
astounding

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>>46326279
>Those tanlines

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You dip your head into her room, a tiny single bed pushed up against the wall, the curtains pulled open.

Elecmon moves to pull the sheets back, looking around for anything, while you check her wardrobe, a cluster of unkempt clothes bursting out when you open the door.

Pulling a sizeable bra off your head, you peek through and…. There!

More digicode, by the looks of it, a single character. “Hey, Elecmon, what’s this say?” He hurries over, jumping up to look.

“I think…. It says just ‘ki’? Or maybe Chi? They’re kinda similar, same basic principal.”

Huh. Now what’s THAT doing here?

You reach out and brush it, feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up for a moment, before a sight flashes before you. Daisy’s trembling backing away, as something unseen advances towards her down a dark hallway.

“G-Get back!” She orders. “I was trained by a Witchmon! I know how to use magic, and I’m not s-scared to fight you!”

A huge snout appears, a silver haired girl with crazy ass eyes laughs as she struts down the hallway. “Oh shut up, I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to sa-flldblllll...”

The sound and sight fade away and you’re staring at the back of her closet again, “Did you see that?” You ask Elecmon. He nods, grabbing his head. “Where was everyone else?” He asks, rubbing his head.

Looking back up, the letter is gone.

Oh boy.

“Well, we’re not getting anything else I’d imagine.” You sigh, “Come on, let’s check out the twins place.”

You follow the address, leading into a relatively nicer neighbourhood than your own, all the houses have sculpted hedges, and gates around the front.

The twin’s house is the biggest on the street, a sturdy wall protecting the front, with a gate for cars to pull in and out, you half recognise it from that scandal report on Eva.

You step up to the walk in entrance, buzzing the house, it takes a few seconds, but the camera above twitches to life. “Well, aren’t you a handsome young thing?” A mature voice coos in the machine, “Who are you? Too good looking to be a stalker…” she lets out a feisty growl, before a short laugh. “Eva’s upstairs in her room, probably... getting changed if you don't mind waiting in the foyee”

>I’m Eva’s boyfriend, yeah
>Jeff and Eva’s friend, from school
>Just a reporter, do you mind if I ask her a few questions?
>Write in

>>46326391

>Jeff and Eva’s friend, from school

>I've read this dumb rumor about Eva some idiot posted on the net, I wanted to check if she's okay

It gives us a semi-good reason to be here

>Send a message to Mom explaining you're checking on a friend at their house, and apologize about how you'll be late.

No reason to make Mom and Dad worry

>>46326464
Supporting this.

>>46326391
>Jeff and Eva’s friend, from school

>>46326464
Voting this.

How much do you bet their mom is going to be incredibly hot and not that much of a shithead when you get to know her?

>>46326529

Though there's the possibility she's a jerk all around.

Remember, guys, we promised Jeff that we wouldn't bang his mom.

>>46326559
I don't even want to bang their mom.

>>46326559
Does a 69 count as banging?

Seriously though free love or not, I'd rather not bone the woman who's responsible for fucking up Eva and Jeff.

>>46326559

True. We have to go back to the digi-world, then ask him if he'd be ok with us breaking this promise in exchange of us helping him get a girlfriend.

Then again, I don't think Dash is the kind to bang on the first encounter. He might be a slut, but not the kind to fuck immediatly, or else he would have taken Bellestarmon's offer.

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“I’m Jeff and Eva’s friend from school.” You start.

She laughs, cutting you off, “A friend of Jeff’s are you?”

You grit your teeth, “Yes, ma’am, I know he’s not had many before, but believe me, I am. Now, I saw this rumour, a dumb rumour that some reporter posted online, and I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”

You hear her pop her lips a moment, “Sorry, just putting on some lipstick, come on through.” A short buzz and the gate swings open. You shut it behind you, heading for the house, the door opening a crack. “Come on in.” She purrs, as you step inside and- whoa.

Their mother is draped in a sheer night dress, her dark silky hair flowing over her shoulders as she runs an appraising eye up and down you, smirk on her lips. “Just a friend, you said?” She asks again, her perfume wafting towards you, soft and heady-

You bite the inside of your cheek. Focus, “Yes Ms Powers, would you mind if-”

“Call me Evelyn.” She purrs, swatting playfully at your shoulder as she saunters her way towards a staircase, crooking a finger to wave you up, the second floor is luxuriously decorated, plush carpet underfoot, mirrors hanging every few feet, soft lighting, tables that seem to only be there to hold flower vases.

“Eva’s door is just down the hall, on the right and mine is just past at the end, if you need any…” she cups her hands behind her back, her eyebrows waggling, as her chest thrusts out, “Help finding anything else around the house.”

>Head into Eva’s room
>Wait til she’s gone, then check Jeff’s
>Not interested Ms Powers, sorry
>Write in

>>46326638
>Head into Eva’s room
We can check Jeff's after that.

>>46326638
>Not interested Ms Powers, sorry
>Head into Eva’s room

>>46326667
While I'm also not interested, I'd rather not antagonize her by saying so if she isn't forcing the issue yet.

>>46326638
>Eat Ms. Powers' donut

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>>46326674
I get where you're coming from, and i'd rather stay on good terms with her too. ...I just don't trust /tg/ making the right call is all.
>>46326679
mfw

>>46326638
>Head into Eva’s room

>>46326638
>>Head into Eva’s room

>>46326667
>>46326674
>>46326710

I'd wait knowing about her more before saying I'm interested or not.

We only know what her kids told us about her, and, well, they're not the most objective people.

Especially Eva, who has her mom as manager, meaning it's her job to regulate her daughter's career with all the hard-assness that it implies (and it's Japan, so... even more shitty to be in the show-business).

I'm not saying Evelyn Powers can't be a bitch, just that we don't know her enough to cast a judgment.

Where is our digi-buddy? I doubt we can hide him on ourself, now

>>46326922
>(and it's Japan, so... even more shitty to be in the show-business)
Is it Japan?

>>46326951
Between the hippies, summer school, and the fact that one of the other kid's defining traits is being asian, I doubt it.

>>46326951
>>46326922

>>46326279

>>46326951

Well, it's based on Japanese show and tropes, at least.

>>46326970

Fair enough.

>>46326638

Adding to my vote here >>46326922

>Smile and thank her

She's letting a stranger in her home without difficulty, better be polite.

I get the feeling that Chuckles borrowed Eva's character from Jessica Jones' best friend

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You nod silently, heading to Eva’s room, making a pretence of knocking before you enter. “If you wanna talk to Jeff, you’ll want to make sure you knock first.” She adds, slipping past, with a accidental brush against your side.

As expected, it’s empty inside, fancy clothes strewn everywhere, the sheets bundled tucked in lazily on her queen sized bed, a small work desk, right next to a colossal make up station. “Split up?” You nod, letting Elecmon down, the pastel painted walls shining the light back at you.

He nods, digging around in the colossal walk in closet hanging off her room, while you check the bed, the familiar smell of her hanging over the room. For all your efforts, you come away with not much, a few brushes, lost socks…

You check the make up station, but it’s barren too, except…

You flip the mirror over and under, another character written on it’s back. “Ma.” Elecmon reads aloud. “I think?” He grimaces, “Sorry, old alphabet, but I’m pretty sure it’s to.”

“Ma, and Ki..” You muse to yourself, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He shrugs, as lost as you are. You snap a picture of it anyway, making sure you’ve got it this time, before you press a finger to it.

“Left flank, move up! Go, go, go!” Eva barks, pointing across an open field, those weird dinosaurs with guns from Koman Doh charging past her, Devimon flying overhead, charging towards… Is that Coded Village?

“Eva what the hell are you doing?” You demand, whipping around to face her, but she sees right through you, a hat with a gleaming golden star now perched atop her head, those devil bat things from the armadillo village blotting out the sun as they fly in.

“Give that bitch what for!” She bellows, a horde of Sukamon bouncing past, not even flinching as a bolt of energy streaks by, passing inches from her head, before the sight fades away.

“What the HELL was that?” You ask Elecmon, but he’s just as bewildered as you are.

Where the hell was Daisy? And Jeff, or Casey for that matter?

The letter’s gone now, the ringing from roar of gunfire on your ears the only hint of what just happened.

“Ma, Ki…” You shake your head again. The sun’s setting when you slip into Jeff’s room, the room having a much more dour look. The curtains are drawn tight, the walls painted in dark blue, the smell of old used tissues filling the room, his laptop abandoned atop his bed, the fan still whirring.

His desk is littered with toys and figures, the floor with books and clothes thrown haphazardly. Not much other furniture than that, the room’s considerably smaller than Eva’s, with a standing closet rather than walk in.

>Brace yourself, then check his laptop
>Dig into his closet, see if it’s back there.
>Check under his bed maybe?
>Write in

>>46327101
>Brace yourself, then check his laptop

>>46327101
>Brace yourself, then check his laptop

>>46327101
>Dig into his closet, see if it’s back there.
>Check under his bed maybe?
His laptop's gonna be password protected out the wazoo.

>>46327121
Nah, he's just going to have the folder hidden in plain sight.

>>46327224
>school stuff
>filesize: 908 GB

>>46327239
The best part is when it actually is school stuff, and the actual thing is the magazines under the mattress. Of Eva.

Evelyn seems to someone who needs a person to talk with.

You take a moment to prepare yourself, before cracking his laptop open, it whirrs a little harder, coming out of sleep mode, fully unlocked.

Well.

He’s left a folder open, blank save for another folder, one which also only has one folder inside, and so on, titled “Jeff Powers resume” You raise an eyebrow, clicking properties.

File size: 1.3 TB

Christ Jeff, that’s kinda impressive actually.

Elecmon catches your attention though, “Look, under side of the computer!”

You close it and flip it over. “Got.” He reads aloud, “That one I recognise.”

Well, here goes nothing.

You snap a picture and press your finger to it, and…

You’re in a stately bedroom, an enormous four poster bed on one side, a huge table littered with lavish dishes, exotic fruit and abandoned goblets lays between you and a short haired human girl standing upon a balcony, overlooking a castle.

What the hell? Where’s Jeff? It’s only some chick, with… rather curvaceous hips you might add, noticing the way that dress hugs her tight little body.

A door sweeps open, a green lizard digimon with a flower atop it’s head sweeping in. “How are you feeling today princess Jess?” It asks.

Wait…

You glance over at- “I told you!” She pouts, folding her arms over her flat chest, “I’m not a princess! If anything I’m a prince!” Oh god, why did his voice get so high pitched? Why did his hair grow out so long and silky looking?

The flowery digimon tilts its head back, laughing, “Very funny princess, but our Prince Mamemon knew the second he saw you that you were to be his bride.”

Jeff opens his mouth, but seems lost words, letting out a choked noise when two guards lean into the room, 6 foot tall rabbits with gatling guns for hands. “I-” Jeff starts to protest, “You-” The flower nods expectantly, “When we’re married, he’ll free Gotsumon, right?”

The flower nods calmly, and the room fades from sight.

“Was that really Jeff?” Elecmon asks? “He looked… different. And it sounds like someone’s holding Gotsumon hostage!”

You shake your head, “Chi, Ma, Got….” Wait a second… rearrange them, and…

Magotchi.

>We need to get to Casey’s check the last letter
>I gotta talk to my mum
>Write in

>>46327500
>but our Prince Mamemon knew the second he saw you that you were to be his bride.”
That poaching dickhead!

>>46327513
Tough call. I think checking Casey's will make it easier to pull off, but at the cost of even more time. Though, honestly, I'm hoping we can get back before all this happens, or else things are going to be hard to fix.

>>46327513
>We need to get to Casey’s check the last letter

>>46327513
>We need to get to Casey’s check the last letter
>I gotta talk to my mum
What if Eva and Jeff's mom tries to rape us on our way out?

Hey, wouldn't it be funny if we just decided to leave them all there and focus on getting Elecmon acclimated to the real world?

>>46327573

No

>>46327513

>>I gotta talk to my mum

>Wait to be outside the house, then call Mom. This has to do something about this "tamagotchi" thing she talked about.


Get info, then get to Casey's.

Remember that it's getting late and that her parents are the strict type. I doubt they'd let a teen in their house like that.

>>46327564

I don't think she would go for rape. Maybe sexual arrasment at worse.

>>46327573
Hey, wouldn't it be funny if you stopped being a faggot?

>>46327645
No.

>>46327513
Well, as this guy >>46327519
I guess I'll go with
>Head to Casey's, try and get in touchwith your mom on the way.

>>46327513
If we can shave a bit of time off of things by going straight to mom, just
>I gotta talk to my mum

but I'd really like to do this so we can find Casey:
>We need to get to Casey’s check the last letter

I hope this will teach Dash to not rush in the unknown without a way to get back.

Also:

>Go back to the digi-world
>Evelyn is sent with us
>Has to find the others while traveling with her

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>>46327513
So we're gonna talk to our mama about "tama?"

>>46327513
supporting >>46327637

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“I gotta talk to my mum about this, we’ll do it on the way to Casey’s.”

Elecmon nods, and you cast around for a better disguise on the way out, landing on…

“No.” Elecmon states flatly, as you pick up the collar and leash.

“It’ll just be for a short walk.” You assure him, “Come on, just… you know, bark, if anyone comes near, and I can pretend you’re some exoctic breed.”

He scowls, but nods finally, letting you slip the bright pink collar around his neck, moving to attach the leash when you hear footsteps, Elecmon hurrying to hide behind the kitchen counter.

“Going so soon?” Evelyn asks, slipping off the staircase, one of the dainty shoulder straps holding her dress up dangling loosely below her shoulder. “If my daughter’s not your type, then maybe…” She plucks an apple from a bowl, “You prefer your fruit when it’s had a little time to mature and... ripen.” She suggests, her dainty tongue swirling around the stem a moment, before she snaps it off with her teeth, tying it in a knot inside her mouth.

God… you’re not going to be able to run at this rate.

“Well?” She asks.

>You didn’t even ask if Eva’s okay
>I’d love too… another time
>No, thank you and good day.
>Half an hour can’t hurt that much, at this rate…
>Write in

>>46327822
>You didn’t even ask if Eva’s okay
>No, thank you and good day.

>>46327822
>I’d love too… another time

>>46327822
>You didn’t even ask if Eva’s okay
>No, thank you and good day.