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This is the expanse of nothing in the gaps between Digital Worlds, where permanently deleted data is sent by the system. Some junk data goes on to make its way back into Digital Worlds all across the multiverse, but some collects like stardust, forming massive superstructures of data.
These are databases called Apocalymon, though whether they can be even considered “Digimon” in the traditional sense is up for debate.
It would appear there are quite a few that have formed here.
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[Pinned Post Last Updated: March 1,, 2026; Blog Status: Semi-back from hiatus.]
"So clearly spoken when no pretense of affection or ignorance is given." He's definitely scrutinizing Ravage, despite the barrier of a screen between them. "There is---"
Here, his voice breaks into a chorus, some voices seemingly amused, others angry, and plenty simply observant.
"A tried and true---" "A profound peculiarity--"
"A fool of a husk---"
"---method for failure!" "--though within parameters."
"---courting only hatred."
Under it all is a murmur of insults towards Ravage. Requiem bristles, recollecting himself as the whispers and hisses quiet.
"Your certainty is not an element ignored. Tongue of serpent taunting the talons of hawks."
His question. Yes, they had a question. The chorus inclines its head and asks.
"Ambitions of snakeskin and oil alike come of a price in blood. You speak of sacrifice. What do you give? Or does our kin of species alone know only what it is to take?"
Ravage doesn't seem to pay any mind to the insults and comments from the chorus of voices. Either not caring or not paying attention to them. Their focus now shifted elsewhere once more.
Do any of the apos have any opinions about books of any degree
"I think it suits you. Calm and serious, but pleasant to listen to. You won't forget everyone. Neither will I. But you don't have to be silent about it. Yeah?"
The gasp they make is a solid part delighted squeal and actual surprise.
"Oh gosh, wooow! I didn't know other Apocalymons used human models like me sometimes! Yours is so cute!! Did you model it off of anyone in particular?"
...Maybe the imperative question was "did you mean to suddenly refresh your model into a human?" but Arca seems too oblivious to purport it. And, they probably don't know the model they're using was used to almost gut Horizon like a fish. Yeesh.
Horizon is the first to move, getting up from the ground and drawing a sword from thin air as she approaches Archive.
Pigeon shifts to wrap his cape around himself, feathers bristling in agitation.
Horizon calms herself, pinching the bridge of her nose as the swords vanish, "What the fuck was your question?... Oh yeah, human model."
"I mean, I only visited wearing this model because I thought you were another freak like me with a special interest in humans. Scary as it is to have a model forced on you, though, yours really is cute! If you ever want help making your actual one, though, I could give you some tips!"
[Their thoughts seem quite scattered and unbothered despite the swords pointed at them. They mutter quietly.]
"Then again, my model is a gutted version of Skyler's, so I had a whole base to scaffold on, as opposed to having to program one myself while also ensuring it could handle the weight of my Digicore..."
"Though, I don't need help with figuring out my actual human model. Pigeon, Teivel, and Willow have all been helping out with this. Teivel has got experience with altering his puppet's appearance so I'm good there..."
Horizon trails off for a moment, the sword evaporating into a vibrant pink mist.
"I'm mostly making the model so I can check out the human world alongside Pigeon without drawing a bunch of attention. I'm not personally a fan of humans, but the kid is decent."
The gasp they make is a solid part delighted squeal and actual surprise.
"Oh gosh, wooow! I didn't know other Apocalymons used human models like me sometimes! Yours is so cute!! Did you model it off of anyone in particular?"
...Maybe the imperative question was "did you mean to suddenly refresh your model into a human?" but Arca seems too oblivious to purport it. And, they probably don't know the model they're using was used to almost gut Horizon like a fish. Yeesh.
Horizon is the first to move, getting up from the ground and drawing a sword from thin air as she approaches Archive.
Pigeon shifts to wrap his cape around himself, feathers bristling in agitation.
Horizon calms herself, pinching the bridge of her nose as the swords vanish, "What the fuck was your question?... Oh yeah, human model."
"I mean, I only visited wearing this model because I thought you were another freak like me with a special interest in humans. Scary as it is to have a model forced on you, though, yours really is cute! If you ever want help making your actual one, though, I could give you some tips!"
[Their thoughts seem quite scattered and unbothered despite the swords pointed at them. They mutter quietly.]
"Then again, my model is a gutted version of Skyler's, so I had a whole base to scaffold on, as opposed to having to program one myself while also ensuring it could handle the weight of my Digicore..."
"Oh--- Oh my goodness! Your tooth!" His surprise is quickly eclipsed by a stronger bout of the emotion. One could practically hear the dial up noise coming from him. "Oh... my goodness! You... aren't human?"
He didn't pick up on that? Didn't Archive already confirm this?!
"Right, alright! We should know better than to make assumptions!" He shakes his head. "Our apologies. You said you don't know what you are, though? Do you have any clues that might yield fruit? We can't say we've seen any Digimon that resembles your physiognomy, not exactly... Hm..."
His surprise has faded into curiosity. In more of a mutter, as if merely thinking out loud, he continues.
"The shape is reminiscent of Magnadramon, I suppose, but your coloration is quite unique. Paws, much more dexterous. And you are built for bipedal locomotion." He blinks, as if something just clicked into place. "Oh, that would explain why he said their arm was growing back! Yes, we did think it a bit strange under the assumption that he was a human. They don't normally do that."
Dain walks past Tulty, scooping up Shrimp in their arms. Resting the child on their side as they looked back to the guest.
"Hopefully that answers your query, but should you have any further. I'd be happy to answer them where Shrimp is unable to. A good chunk of the words you used are ones he hasn't learned yet..." Dain hummed, giving the child a playful squeeze before they continued.
"My suggestion is to try to use more base level words when asking him questions. At least until me and Annie teach him more complex vocabulary."
"Oh! Oh goodness, you lost your arm?!! What do you mean it's---" He cuts himself off, shaking his head. "N-nevermind that. You seem in good spirits! I think that's what matters." If he's bothered by the sudden discontinuity between when he last saw Shrimp and now, he doesn't make it known.
"You have a room now, too! A place to make your own! I'm curious as to the benefactor that's given you lodging, I must admit. Digimon-like but not a digimon, you say?"
Shrimp seemed to vibrate with excitement, the skittish and nervous kid that was focused on survival rather than expressing himself emotionally seemed to have melted away quite a bit now that he had a stable environment. He was a lot more expressive now, his irritability that seemed to plague him before was replaced with an eagerness.
"... How long has it been for you since the question thing went dead?" He asked, unsure how to properly word the curiosity.
From his data interface, Tulty withdraws a meager set of art supplies: a sketchbook, pencil set, and erasers. The pencils appear to be a hodge podge of different brands, though their logos are oddly... smudged? They must be made out of corrupted data. But hey, colored pencils and a sketchbook!
No one tell the mon that erasers don't usually work on colored pencils.
By time the night drew to a close, Eclipse developed a new level of appreciation for the manic efficiency of his Partner under the duress of exhaustion. He wanted nothing more than to return to his superstructure and, in lieu of the ability to explode, scream until every inch of flesh in his body ached. How had Skyler ever managed to do a single thing, feeling the way he must've now?
The bond was thin and wiry, like a bouquet weeks without water. He couldn't feel them.
They'd watched the others trickle out, after the murderer's reveal. Gluttony, in the aftermath, had dragged Eclipse out— through a series of hallways they shouldn't have been in as guests, though the troubled look on Glut's face said he didn't give a shit. He'd found a good spot to brood, tolerating Eclipse enough to pull him into the nook on the roof beside him.
Glut didn't want to be found, didn't seem to want to talk, either. But he'd brought Eclipse with, to that place he didn't want to be found or talk at.
"Did you know?"
Eclipse started at the low growl out of Glut. He turned— all quiet, now that he'd ripped that stupid prop off of his helmet. It was in a trash can somewhere inside.
"That Sky was the murderer?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"The whole point was that none of us knew." Eclipse leaned back against the slatted facade of the manse, until the pressure on his back circulatory pipes hurt. "We wanted to get out of their memories and stress test the bit of data we'd recovered on my Roaming Mode. They said it was supposed to be fun."
"It obviously wasn't."
Eclipse turned his head upward, to the filtered starlight. Glut's gaze bore into him.
"A better Partner would've figured it out sooner," he murmured. "I knew they were uncomfortable, as soon as we saw the hosts. They wouldn't have just left me, otherwise."
"It's a social deception game!" Skyler had explained over the invitation, the other night. "The killer doesn't want to be caught, but everyone else investigating wants to catch the killer. But for both, that means knowing how to cover your tracks. A killer that knows you're onto them will lay red herrings; so a smart investigator is careful with information."
They'd looked and sounded so excited. Had they known then they would draw the unlucky lot? Eclipse wanted nothing more than to ask them, know when he'd fucked this all up. Had he been excited? Enough that Skyler masked their unease, convinced him this was a good idea?
Claws wrapped around Eclipse's arm with the precision of a surgeon. In Glut's hand, his arm looked twig-like and frail.
"Let's fucking ditch this place," it said, standing. "I'm gonna throw up more than your partner if I gotta be here any longer."
"...Right."
Tulty had been too late.
At least, that's what he supposed, upon arriving at Eclipse's podium to find neither Skyler nor he present.
Eclipse. The name was still new in the chambers of Tulty's digicore, soft and pliant and still trying to correct wrongly to Wrath. He sat on the edge of his superstructure claw, staring at the empty face of the red isocohedron.
Arca had come to him in a panic, a few hours ago. They'd been inconsolable, incoherent, and inconsiderate of Requiem's sensibilities. Tulty had still been there at Requiem's podium, when they found him.
"Tulty, I don't know what to do, everything's wrong and I don't know what to do."
It was the first time they'd been to Requiem's podium since those innocent early weeks with him in the Network. They wore their human disguise, tears running down their cheeks as they seemingly fought every urge to walk closer to Tulty (on his claw, as even now he preferred on another's superstructure), recoil from Requiem, or perhaps hurl themselves into Subspace's inky void.
Both he and Requiem followed the exclamation with a steady gaze and listening silence.
"L-look, okay, I tethered Sky, right? Except, a couple weeks ago, I felt the connection sever, and then they didn't come back." They pulled at their hair, deciding to pace instead. "I thought that stupid fucker Wrath— wait, it's Eclipse now. I thought he figured out how to load them, but when I showed up, he— they—..."
Archive buried their face in their palms, letting a keening noise out between a wail and a scream.
"He installed a worm in them."
Both Tulty and Requiem straightened at the declaration.
"Is your digicore alright?" Tulty asked.
"Has harm come to the one which binds us?" Requiem added.
Tulty felt a pang of shame, bright and sharp— right, Skyler. How could he be concerned for Archive first, when they weren't the one that'd been infected with a virus?
If Arca noticed his shame, they didn't show it, answering both without addressing either directly.
"They're rooted to him now, somehow, and I only decided to look into it because the more I looked the more I realize is gone from me, a-and—..." Finally, they looked at Tulty again. "Sky's leaving. They both are."
Cacophony erupted from Requiem's superstructure, his puppet tense, eyes strained. He lunged, pinning Arca to the face below.
"This chance will—" "You've ruined—" "I won't let—"
Arca writhed in Requiem's grip, staring up with a mix of recognition, as if they hadn't noticed they were even on his superstructure. They could barely snake their arms out, fleetingly pushing against his iron claw. None of them had ever seen something resembling anger from Requiem before. That was all this could be interpreted as.
"I'll check on them," Tulty said, staggering to his feet. "I can reason with them."
That hideous gaze of rage turned on him, now.
"See to it you do, closest kin of ours," Requiem hissed in a single voice once more, "or there will be no more patience to give."
The threat was clear.
"Alright. Please let Archive go." He glanced at them. "They won't be any help unless they're calm. This won't do you any good."
Narrowed eyes regarded Tulty. Distantly, he was aware of the rattling of chains— a sudden faraway pressure. Cold wormed its way through Tulty's digicore. There would be no escape if he failed. Requiem had hooked his claws into the very ports of Tulty's superstructure, awkward and enormous pincers clamped with unnatural precision not on the chains that Tulty could jettison in an emergency, but the open walls of his superstructure. If he wanted to escape, he would have to endure being ripped to shreds to do it.
"S-stop, please!" Arca's sudden panic suggested that the same threat had been employed on them as well.
Requiem pulled his claw from their roaming body, though he still loomed over them.
"We will know if they sever the bond," he warned in a low voice. "You have not seen true wrath, soft-shelled infants. You will not see it again, if you fail."
Requiem allowed Archive to scurry back to their structure. Tulty had chosen to make good on his promise.
Seated now on Eclipse's superstructure, the one comfort Tulty maintained was that Requiem had not loaded any of them. That meant that Skyler hadn't severed the bond completely— though surely if they had left, it would only be a matter of time before it decayed.
Eclipse hadn't hollowed out his superstructure, however. If they'd left for good, what would happen? Skyler would build a new life with Eclipse, surely, create a happiness doomed to fall by some Sword of Damocles they didn't even know hung over them.
"Oh, Skyler," he sighed into the open air.
Tulty could compress his digicore and leave. He'd been able to since meeting Archive— shortly after that miraculous introduction, they'd shared how. He could leave, abandon this place with Archive and leave the hollow husks of their superstructures— their molted shells, homes, selves— to be crushed and consumed.
They'd offered to leave with him again and again and again. Why hadn't he? The answer was clear as spring water. Where would he go? Where was safe for the condemned, when he could no sooner shed his guilt than digivolve into some other form? He would be hunted by agents of Homeostasis, should he venture to the world he most craved.
Arca's argument was always the same, too. They could work their way up to the bravery it would take to visit that place. Other Digital Worlds, other Human Worlds, they could accommodate them. So many welcomed Digimon of all shapes, with no excessive prejudice against them.
Before, his excuse would have been a fear of rejection at all. Would he relapse, turn into that vile Digimon he'd been before, if even only one person expressed revulsion with him?
Now, the excuse drew him in an agonized circle around Skyler. His bond with them had always felt strained, like listening for a whispered song beneath howling winds. The song never stopped, though— they still sung it, even when Tulty wasn't listening. As he strained to hear it now, though, it felt faint. Their voice was finally dying.
"I'm so sorry."
The noise that filled in what fell away was at once ambient and familiar as well as dissonant and bizarre.
Gluttony blinked against the shimmering lights of the manor, still haunting his vision as he took in the darkness around him. Eclipse called this Subspace, made it sound like it was desolate and empty, but as his antennae twitched, Glut could pick up all kinds of signals.
He was about to ask Eclipse about the signals when a series of events interrupted him.
"You're back!" Another Digimon, reminiscent of Eclipse— same species-type, probably— stood from the edge of a construct like a crane claw.
"What are you—" hissed Eclipse at the same moment.
Neither had a moment to reply as Eclipse staggered, disorientation wrenching his features, then crumpled to the ground.
Glut barely caught him, two hands wrapped around Eclipse's upper arms. Gingerly, he set Eclipse down, and tried not to think about the suddenly dead light in Eclipse's every feature.
"I... see Eclipse has made a friend?" the stranger asked, hesitant. "Have you met Skyler?"
Glut fixed the stranger with a scowl and a glare, skimming what he could from the signals they gave off.
"...Sloth," he murmured. "Day just keeps gettin' better and better."
"I'm sorry?" They knit their claws, trying to look polite.
"He ain't dead, is he?"
Sloth hummed as if he weren't sure what Glut was talking about.
"I'm gonna be pissed if he is." Glut nodded to Eclipse's limp body.
"Oh, no!" Sloth shook his hands. "I'm not sure what's wrong, though I have a guess."
"Guess away, then. You can help?"
"N-not quite, no. But it's possible he overwhelmed his systems with a shock of information. Suddenly reconnecting to your digicore will do that, especially when its container has been attacked while your consciousness was out."
Glut narrowed his eyes.
Realizing their mistake, Sloth again shook open palms placating at Glut. "A-another Apocalymon. Not me. I'm here looking for someone, to try to get the threat that was made on all of us revoked."
"Skyler?"
A bit of relief softened Sloth's posture at the name. He nodded, hands returning to that polite knit on his lap.
"If they don't return, Eclipse, Archive, and myself are going to be loaded," they said gently.
"By who?"
"Another Apocalymon," Sloth repeated. "Their name is Requiem."
Eclipse jolted with a gasping swallow of air, staggering up with the grace of a hatchling. "—doing here?"
Seeing the startled expressions of both Glut and Sloth, Eclipse rubbed his helmeted head, wincing.
"Sorry, you were out for about two minutes," said Sloth. "I know you are unhappy to see me, Eclipse, but there's been a..."
"Threat, I know," he muttered. "Fuck's sake, Tulty, I can't even escape you bastards in peace."
Ah. Tulty. So that was this Lord of Sloth's name.
"My core got what I missed. Shit, that's disorienting." Eclipse groaned.
"Then you know that we need to find Skyler to placate Requiem."
"Joke's on you all, then." He flicked the beak of his helmet at Glut. "Sky's out right now."
That seemed about as elucidating to Tulty as a bag over the head.
"I'm the Demon Lord of Gluttony." Glut fixed his hat, squinting at Tulty. "That Skyler of yours is knit in my code."
Confusion gave way to recognition and nerves. The ends of Tulty's cape twitched as he stared.
"Another one," he started, before— "I-I mean to say, this isn't unprecedented, but it is poor timing." Haltingly, he added, "What— do you mean, Demon Lord of Gluttony?"
"Glut's fine."
"No, I mean... what is meant by this title?"
"The Seven Great Demon Lords are arbiters of the Digital World's sins." Glut pointed a thumb at Eclipse. "He's got the Code Key of Wrath. I have the Code Key of Gluttony. And you have the Code Key of Sloth."
Nerves now followed behind a tremble in Tulty.
"That seems a hasty thing to say of one you've never met," Tulty said. "Rude to call a stranger lazy, and all that."
"It's part of the metadata you're broadcasting— the Code Key of Sloth's signal. I'm not calling you lazy. You are." Glut shrugged. "Your baggage with your own Code Key isn't my business though."
There was a prickle at the edge of Glut's consciousness, though, as if some part of them unerringly and eagerly accepted any and all challenge to make things their business that shouldn't have been.
"But I guess Sloth might be a bit more complicated than 'lazy' or something," Glut said, bidden by the thought. He didn't sound like himself as he spoke. "More like a lack of movement, not necessarily a judgment of lazy so much as just the inability to progress."
Both Eclipse and Tulty fixed hard on Glut at that.
"Skyler..." The name came from Tulty layered with a weighing sweetness like honey.
"They're okay," Eclipse whispered with a relief Glut hadn't heard yet. "Fuck, they're really okay..."
"Stop being weird about it!" Glut snapped, coming back to himself.
Tulty flinched gaze and body alike away, as if struck. Eclipse tried to hide disappointment in his eyes.
"I'm just worried about my partner," he said flatly. "I've only known you for like an hour or two. Think about it from our perspective."
"This... must be similar to how Skyler, too, felt, when I couldn't stop seeing Archive in their face," Tulty's voice was vulnerable, wavering at the edges. "Even that recognition of mine is an assault to you, who is neither."
"You're being weird about it," Glut hissed. "You're being so fucking weird about it."
Tulty kept his gaze low and pointedly as far from either other present body. Glut could see a glistening wetness in his eyes, though. Two lances of familiarity speared at Glut. One, external, a spasm of guilt, concern, unyielding need to comfort. The other, internal, a recollection of that same denied expression of feeling that all present knew was unfair, a stubborn feeling that acted defiant of reality and hurt with judicious efficiency.
Lilybell had looked at him, like that, when Glut had first drawn consciousness. He wouldn't make the same mistake again, pushing away the hurt instead of giving it room to thrash itself into a lull. He could be the bigger mon, even as he selfishly wanted to let these two idiots tear themselves apart over their inability to see Glut for himself alone.
Glut sighed, clapping an arm around Eclipse's shoulder and dragging him to the claw Tulty sat on. He plopped down, refusing to let Eclipse squirm away as he dragged Tulty in with his other arm.
The whimper Tulty made was pathetic, true to the words Skyler had spoken through Glut's model— there was no egress for his emotions, no way to let them go without festering. To Hell with that. Glut squeezed the both of them.
"My last host was a Satellamon," Glut started. "He was called the Courier. Popular guy, pretty quiet though. Kept to himself when he wasn't moving stuff for 'mons."
"Sky was telling me about him," Eclipse muttered. He wasn't fighting Glut's incessant grip, at least. "What's it matter?"
"He was dying. He didn't want to." Glut closed his eyes. "If he didn't let me hold his pain, he wouldn't have survived."
Tulty couldn't hide a small sniffle before he spoke. "So you are like a Partner?"
"When has a Digimon ever protected their Partner by loading their body?" Eclipse retorted, verbally disgusted.
"Arca actually saw—"
"Point is," Glut interrupted, "that sometimes you gotta let the folks that ain't hurt sharpen their claws while you recover. Courier had his digicore ruptured. This Sky a'yours got the shit scared out of them by a dead 'mon's memories. I'm not here to finish the job, but I learned my lesson last time. You can't rush someone back to life. Y'gotta let them come back to it on their own."
Eclipse settled as Glut spoke, but made no move either to respond, just looking away and brooding.
Tulty, however, once more softened in expression and posture alike at Glut's words. He leaned into the embrace, even slipping a claw to hold Glut's elbow.
"I see the shared data," he spoke softly. "I apologize, if it seemed that I was trying to rush something that can't be rushed. Better than anyone else, I know how much such a thing can hurt. I hope that my actions did not cause you pain, Gluttony."
"Just Glut's fine." That prickle returned, like a wash of warmth as it relaxed over Glut. "And it ain't no offense. All I wanted was for you to see my side of it, too."
Finally, Eclipse relented. He, too, signified his consent to be monhandled into a hug, though he wasn't so gentle as Tulty in pressing himself against Glut.
"As long as Sky really will be okay, I don't care," he murmured. "They're all that matters to me. I won't fail them again."
Glut huffed a silent laugh.
"You tell me if you figure out the secret to that, then."
And the Lord of Wrath closed his eyes to rebuff the comment with rest.
"Oh, another mon that hates that big son-of-a-bitch, huh? Look, so long as you don't wrap the parasite into your grudge, I feel like you'll get along with most people just fine. Whether you want to, I don't much care."
He huffs.
"What'd they do to piss you off, though?" The inquiry sounds genuine, unlike the borderline whiny defensiveness of his earlier words. "I mean, it has to have been pretty bad for you to literally maul them. Or were you just peckish and in need of a pick-me-up?"
Needles's superstructure seemed to groan and shudder with the force of her anger. This ominous, droning buzz echoes from the depths of the massive structure. Like millions of cicada buzzing at once.
She paused, stepping away from Eclipse, her chest heaving with deep breaths as she tried to get her bearings. Wanting to sound coherent instead of the scattered snarling she was making right in the moment.
Eventually she calmed down enough to speak in a way that was understandable and slumped down onto her side.
"You have no reason to believe my word either. However, you asked the question and I answered. Whether you believe it to be truthful is not for me to decide..."
Despite the sheer anger her voice held from before, her tone felt more flat now, hollow in a way that spoke of a digimon that was tired and emotionally drained.
Shrimp ( @shrimp-and-impmon-ask ) @ Tulty
( ABB: "He wanted to talk to you so... I'm letting him come here." )
"I wanted to say... Thank you for uh- worrying about me. Don't really get that kind of worry from anyone aside from Impmon..."
Shrimp rubbed his arm nervously, glancing away as he took a moment to build the courage to continue. With a sigh, he looked back at Tulty and continued.
"Could you tell me about the- your digital world?" He corrected, "I want to know more about it... Even if it isn't the same one Impmon's from."
"Someday, I hope to be brave enough to visit, even knowing what trouble I caused that place. My grudge is gone, now, replaced only with that aching wish to be a Digimon as those within me once were."
"If not by his hands, we will see its sunset ourselves, one day. Perpetuity does not last. Nothing is infinite, not even us. One Idea falls to the other, and will fall to its brethren only again. This is the only perpetuity promised in the world. To fight, to die, to fight again."
"I don't think that should affect a human quite so much as a creature such as you or I, Requiem. Even I acknowledge that one day, the Digital World will come need of a dark day. But we needn't rush its coming. That day will make itself clear, and by then we will be strong enough to usher in that period of rest. No sooner than that day will I threaten such harm to my Digital World again."
[Tulty.apocaly.mon and Requiem.apocaly.mon seem to be in disagreement over this subject.]
