You had barely made it three steps from the computer when a loud screech scraped through the air and tore through your eardrum. The sound ended, only to be replaced by a cacophony of beeps and wails that mixed together to form an absolutely unholy sound. Each shriek was another stabbing railroad spike right through a new part of your skull. Your hands covered your ears in a vain attempt to muffle the sound, but to no avail, as it pierced through your hands like paper.

It's was all too much...

You fell to your knees as a blacksmith from hell beats a rhythm inside your skull. A dull throbbing sensation bored its way through your thoughts. Another roar of sound crumpled you, as your rock back and forth practically begging the pain to stop. It was the dial-up tone from hell.

And almost as if it were all a lie, the noises stopped.

An eerie silence deafens the room. Nothing seems to be wrong, save for the silence, but then your eyes focus on the monitors around you. Your heart sinks as you swallow your saliva.

"Would you like to play with me? (y/n) _"

The text appeared, black on white, upon the sea of monitors around you. Every single one repeating the same message, over and over, right down to the blinking cursor. The cursor blinked simultaneously on all of the screens, as though goading you into typing something.

...

You were dumbstruck.

What's going on? What's happening? What was that sound?

Between the occult-ish turn of events and the countless questions that remained unanswered lining the floor of your brain, you struggle as you try to make sense of the situation.

What was that? Who di-

You're in the middle of thinking about what could have caused all the computers to go haywire when a blue haze catches your eye. It shines through the lining of your pocket, and you feel like know all too well what it was going to be.

"Would you like to play with me?" The words repeated on the phone screen. The blinking cursor of the computers replaced with two buttons labeled "Yes" and "No".

>Press Yes.
>Press No.
>Try to get out of here.

>>3169195
>Try to get out of here.
We don't have to deal with this.

>>3169195
yes

>>3169195
>>Press Yes.

>>3169195
Yes. Get it over with.

>>3169195
>>Press Yes.

>>3169195
>Press Yes.

>>3169195
>Press Yes.

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Tentatively you hover your finger over the yes button. This could go rather poorly. You don't even know what you're pressing yes to! For all you know, you could be offering up all of your passwords! You can't help but worry...

After deliberating for what seems to be almost an eternity, you steel yourself. Worse thing that could happen is that you'll die. Not that much of a loss, you reason.

Your face grimaces as your press the yes button with your thumb. The finger slowly makes contact to the screen and...

Practically nothing happens.

You're almost disappointed, but the relief that nothing major happened overcomes that.

A little fanfare plays from your phone's speakers as some text bobs up and down.

"Yay! We'll have so much fun together!"

The text is accompanied by a little egg-shaped object that rocks back and forth to the motion of the text. It's patterned with a patchwork of zeros and ones, buuut nothing else seems to be happening. You try to poke at the egg, still nothing.

You glance up from your phone, as you finishing looking at whatever that thing is. The class has returned back to normal, you muse, as you stare at empty monitors. Giggles and snippets of gossip trickle in through the classroom's open door.

Was it always open?

You shrug it off as you shove your unresponsive phone into your skirt pocket.

Sigh...

You are absolutely exhausted...

1/2

You trudge out of the door and pass your teacher who's coming into the classroom. She takes one look at you before exploding into an embodiment of maternal instinct.

Do you look that bad?

"Oh my goodness! Miranda! Are you okay? You look terrible!"

Oh god. Here she goes... You can not deal with her right now.

"... Yeah... I'm. good."

You manage to mumble something out as you make your way past her.

She lets you walk away, but after a quick look over your shoulder, you notice that fretting.

It's nice that she cares about you.

You exit the building into the parking lot as you catch sight of a particular brunette getting into his car.

"Oi Kent! Gimme a ride?"

Kent whips around, surprised to see you, but otherwise pleased. He motions towards the other door with his thumb and within the minute you're ripping down the streets towards home.

Before you know it you're back home and you're trudging up the stairs to your apartment. You wave goodbye to Kent as he leaves before fumbling with your keys for a moment. You manage to get the door open and head inside, shutting it behind you. You make a beeline straight towards your room as you shuffle across the living room.

Flooph! You land on the bed exaggeratedly.

Ah, bed... how I love you...

You quickly undress, kicking off your socks and skirt. You slap on the clothes you left out from this morning. A snap of hand and you undo your bra freeing your bosom from the prison of cloth and metal. You manage to plug your phone in before crawling inside your fluffy blue duvet.

I'll deal wit..h... it... lat...

...

ZZZzzzz...

...

Zzz...

Squee?

...

Huh?...

You groggily shift your head when a shrill trilling noise rouses you from your slumber.

You bury your head under your pillow.

Oh god. A new sound. You have had it up to your neck with strange noises...

You peek out from under the pillow at your monitor to see a familiar egg on the screen.

That means...

You glance at your phone to see its familiar blue wallpaper before scowling.

At least you can use your phone again.

"Feed me! I'm hungry! Gimme data!"

The egg bounces up and down, a little window broken in its shell where you can see two yellow eyes staring back at you. To jumps right next to a folder where you kept your school work before jumping on the folder itself and opening a window displaying all of your coursework.

You heave a sigh.

>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.
>Dump pictures of bunnies into it.
>Drop the picture of a dog your friend sent you.
>Drag the egg into the trash bin.
>Ignore the egg and go back to sleep.

>>3169561
>Dump pictures of snakes in it

>>3169561
Dog picture.

>>3169570
This

>>3169561
>Drop the picture of a dog your friend sent you.
Protomon.

That, or MC's e-journal entries. Dooooo eeeeet.

>>3169561
>>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169561
>>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169561
>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169193
>you shoved your phone rather unceremoniously into your skirt pocket.
immersion lost
what kind of fantasy lala land do you think has skirts with pockets that would fit a modern phone?
you can't go so high concept, people can only suspend their disbelief so far before breaking

>>3169560
>You shrug it off as you shove your unresponsive phone into your skirt pocket.
again!

>>3169561
>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169798
>what kind of fantasy lala land do you think has skirts with pockets that would fit a modern phone?

Cityfag. Make your own pockets.

>>3169561

>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169561
>copy our entire gaming folder into it

>>3169561
>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169561
>>Drag a report you did on the Mythology of Dragons into the egg.

>>3169570
>>3169561
this

>>3169561
>Drag the egg into the trash bin.

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You lean over your desk, rather, you tried to. You forgot that you were on your bed and somersaulted onto the floor, face first.

Nice going genius, you berate yourself as you try to get up.

With an arduous shove, you manage to right yourself onto your feet. You stumble for a moment, as your recollect your bearings and balance, but manage to meander over to your computer.

You peruse your collection of various images and documents in order to feed the needy thing.

Hmm. A story about King Arthur? No.

Dog pictures that Stacy sent? Ehhh, maybe not, they're too cute for that.

You flip through some pictures of goofy looking snakes and consider it for a moment but their cute faces as they stare back into the camera just persuaded you otherwise.

You decided to settle on the History of Dragons paper that you wrote for your mythology class and try dragging it to the little thing. It bounces up in down with increasing fervor as you bring the file closer to it. It's a little cute and you tease it a bit by pulling the document away. Pixels of teardrops appear in the little things eyes and you can't help but feel a little bit guilty. You drop the file by it without any more distractions.

It tears into the document with a ravenous hunger as it starts biting into the file. Little particles scatter around, before fading into oblivion as segments of ones and zeros stream into the open hole on the egg.

Within minutes the file is completely consumed and the egg takes a little breath after it finishes its meal. It offers up a little burp.

Its eyes close for a moment and the egg begins to shake. A lattice of cracks spider across the surface and begins to fall off into chunks, leaving a black ball of fluff behind. The ball of fluff looks at you while a little speech bubble with a happy face accompanies it for a bit for a moment before fading away.

Well, that's done...

The fluffball blows bubbles in the air while bouncing idly.

A few minutes are spent like this with you watching it roll around before it lays down and goes to sleep. Bubbles of Zs pop around it. A glance at the clock on the wall reads eight o'clock.

>Go back to sleep.
>Play with the fluffball.
>Play some vidya.

>>3170474
>>Play with the fluffball.
well, what can we do with it?

>>3170474
>Play some vidya.

>>3170474
>Play some vidya.
Can we pick the vidya gaem?

>>3170474
>>Play with the fluffball.

>>3170521
Go for it dude.

>>3170525
Age of Empires 2

>>3170474
>Play some vidya.

>>3170474
>>Play some vidya.
Something with a dragon so we can show it what it should be able to do, and strive to be.

>>3170533
+1

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Well, you're up now, might as well play some video games.

You scroll through your library of games to decide on something but nothing particularly catches your eye. The endless sea of the various shooter and puzzle games, that you bought bundled together, lazily drift upwards to the motion of your mouse.

Hmm. An older game might be fun, you think to yourself when your eye catches the text "Age of Empires II".

The outdated graphics flicker to life as you parse the menus making a new game.

...

You're in the middle of a game when the puffball wakes up. It blinks and rolls around before noticing you playing a game. Its eyes are glued to the game and watches you play. Movements are traced as keys are pressed. Enemy units are slain as militia and cavalry march forward.

You've cornered the enemy commander when the puffball starts gnawing at part of the game. You click on it and try to shoo it away with your cursor but the damage is done and one of your knight units has become a puffball's dinner.

Aww. That's disappointing. He was a rather important piece.

You're in the middle of trying to compensate for the unexpected casualty when a white envelope flies across the screen.

It slides in from the lefthand side of your monitor and interrupts whatever thought process you had as swooshes in right in front of you. It nestles itself above your taskbar and bounces every few seconds.

>Open it.
>Leave it be.
>Bin it.

>>3171042
>>Open it.

>>3171042
>>Open it.

>>3171042
>Open it.

>>3171042
>Leave it be.

>>3171042
>>Bin it.

>>3171042
Open it!

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You cross your arms as you inspect the suspicious envelope. It's a plain white envelope and nothing seems particularly special about it.

You deliberate for a moment before opening it.

A click opens the and a young girl, a few years your junior from the looks of it, pops out.

"Hello!" A voice bursts forth out of your speakers, that you hastily turn down.

"I'm Minervamon! It's very nice to meet you! I welcome new Trainers, like you, from all around the world."

She hops out of the envelope, pausing to rummage around inside it before pulling out a massive sword that was almost her size.

"Oooh, I see you've chosen Botamon, they're usually a very versatile type... Anyways! I'm here to give you a quick run over of your new responsibilities! These little fellas..."

She pauses to pick up the fuzzball apparently called Botamon.

"Are digital monsters, digimon for short! They're synthetic lifeforms created as a byproduct of various bits and protocols on the net interacting in various ways. Your job as a trainer is to simply accompany and be their guiding companion them as they live out their lives."

She sets Botamon down and pulls out a vial from... somewhere. With experienced hands, she pops open the top and sprinkles the contents onto Botamon.

A stream of green liquid coats the digimon as tiny numbers mist around it. The liquid seems to evaporate as Botamon squeals with joy.

"This... is condensed data, digimon can consume various forms of data and evolve and change with it. Of course, it doesn't always look like this. But this is the most ideal way, with a single drop containing almost ten gigabytes of data!"

"Are you following along? I can explain any questions you have if you ask."

>"Ohhh... I get it."
>"Wait, I don't get something..." (Write-in)
>"But what if I don't want to be a Trainer?"

>>3171529
>>"Ohhh... I get it."

>>3171529
>"But what if I don't want to be a Trainer?"

>>3171529
>>"Wait, I don't get something..." (Write-in)
"Hmm"
"If that vial contained 10 gigs of data, how the hell did it fit on my computer?"

>>3171551
Fuck
Brain went dead and thought a gig was a terabite.
Change choice to
>"Ohhh... I get it."

>>3171551
Valid question, but I'd suggest rereading.

>a single drop containing almost ten gigabytes of data!

>>3171529
Weimeir digimon anon?

>>3171529
>"Ohhh... I get it."

qm ded?

>>3171992
Or maybe tired and sleepy.

>>3172000
Ah, my bad. There wasn't a heads-up, so I got worried.

>>3171529
>"Wait, I have some questions" (Write-in)
>Is there a way to get in contact in the future like phone number or email address?
>Is there a guide book how to properly take care of it?
>How do i contain it to not eat all my important data?

>>3171529
>"Wait, I don't get something..." (Write-in)

Seconding >>3172140; this is important stuff to know.

>>3169800
Cityfag? What's that?

>>3176366
it's someone who wears skirts

>>3171529
>Wait, you're saying that AI are just kind of autonomously popping into existence and the whole thing is being kept a secret?
>Are you also a digimon, or is the mon thing just an affectation?
>Couldn't you find a less creepy method of recruiting people?

>>3171529
>Your job as a trainer is to simply accompany and be their guiding companion them as they live out their lives."
what's the salary? Are there any health benefits? Do I get dental?

Is this quest still running?
Did OP abandon it?
Is there any fucking information at all about when the update is or if the thread is active?
Is OP in a coma/ded at their keyboard?

>>3182188

>>3171529
Last time QM was seen. We know nothing.

>>3182188

I think he might be too busy write atm...

>>3182191
Do you have an estimate of when you'll be able to run again, or is this an indefinite hiatus?
I mean this in the best way possible; it's good to give your readers estimates, even if nothing is concrete. I myself am pretty patient, but there are lots of people here who have dropped a quest for less.
I will wait, and I wish you the best in your life; I do apologize for sounding like a nag, too.

>>3182218
Just been busy with family and friends over. I have a half finished post on my computer. So I'll try to post that today at least.

Hmm.

Everything sounds simple enough, you guess.

"Ohhh. Okay. I get the idea now."

Minervamon claps her hands together enthusiastically. She bounces in place as she continues on.

"Well, that's great! Some people take longer to get used to the whole ordeal... But you're keeping up quite well and that's fantastic!"

She gives you two thumbs up before twirling around and continuing her speech.

"We at MAGAMI do our best to support relationships between digimon and humans. In fact, we were the first to actually make contact! Cool stuff, right? We have various facilities catered to trainers such as yourself, with amenities such as pools, computer cafes, and training centers."

She counts on her fingers while she lists off the numerous amenities.

What is this... an ad for a sports club?

"You'll also be able to learn from the other trainers that frequent our buildings. They come from all walks of life and each has their own approach to training their digimon."

"First we have the battlers, the kind of trainers who live on the adrenaline rush of combat. Toootal battle junkies, they are. They face off head to head in bouts where their digimon battle in various forms of combat such as duels, teams battles, and wars. And let me tell you. Those wars are freaking intense. Hell, even the recordings of past wars just awesome! You should see them sometime!"

(1/2)

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(2/2)

"We also have breeders, and despite their title, no actual breeding happens. In case, you were that kind of person. Ah! Not that I would know! I definitely wasn't curious about that sort of thing."

She tries to correct some potential misunderstanding while blushing from head to toe. She stammers while spouting string after string of incomprehensible gibberish. Eventually, she collects herself enough to continue and coughs before doing so.

"They're the kind of people who need to know everything about everything. A kindred spirit for digimon, they're constantly on the hunt for new companions and ways for their digimon to evolve. We rely on many of their logs and findings for our database."

"Our last group are the casuals. There's nothing particularly special about them. They actually comprise our main demographic and they're content with just talking and being entertained by their digimon."

"If you have any more questions please visit us at one of our facilities at..."

She pulls something out of her pocket that settles onto your desktop.

"That location! It also has my personal information so if you wanted to contact me specifically. Oh and here are a few bits of data to feed your digimon. So long as you feed them regularly, they shouldn't want to eat your user data."

A few canisters of the liquid data materialize in front of her before she places them down onto your desktop, she gives a quick wave before she hops back into the envelope that she came in.

"Bye-bye!"

With that, the torrent ends and you are left looking at Botamon mildly confused. It doesn't seem to be all that fussed as it blinks before closing its eyes and dozing off.

Wha... What the hell just happened?

>Try to process what just happened.
>That's enough for today, you're going back to sleep.
>Get back to gaming, those castles aren't going to conquer themselves.

>>3183454
>>Try to process what just happened.

>>3183454
>Try to process what just happened.

Welcome back. :D

>>3183454
>Get back to gaming.

>>3183454
>>Try to process what just happened.

>>3183454
>That's enough for today, you're going back to sleep.

>>3183454
>>That's enough for today, you're going back to sleep.

>>3183454
>Try to process what just happened.
>Make spreadsheet with when and how much this little monstrosity was feed

>>3183454
>right click the liquid data
>drag them into the google searchbar

>>3184442
+1

>>3183454
Seconding >>3184442