Digimon Adventure: a nightmare

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Fiction

Day 2: Writing/Storytelling

The thing smiled at him with his brother’s face, and it looked wrong. The smile was too wide, too gleeful and too cruel, with none of Matt’s natural reserve or softness. T.K. trembled, caught between the desire to back away and to rush forward and punch the smile off. 

“Welcome, little storyteller,” the thing purred. “So glad you could join us.” It moved closer. T.K. had grown over the years and Matt only had a couple inches on him but the thing still seemed to loom over him. He held its gaze, afraid to break eye contact.

It called him a storyteller… How did it know that about him? Did it know everything Matt knew? T.K. shuddered involuntarily and the thing’s smile widened beyond what seemed physically possible.

“Our Master is a storyteller, too, you know.”

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Into the Ocean

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Day 7: Hope and Despair

As he plunged into the water, T.K. gasped instinctively. He felt the water rush into his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hands, too late, but he could still breathe. Confused, he looked up. There was nothing but darkness and the feeling of water all around him. The mountain was completely gone and T.K. was still sinking. 

Despair gripped him. That wasn’t Izzy who used his new powers against him. Something else had been in their midst, posing as Izzy for who knew how long, and they were all none the wiser. T.K. hadn’t even had the chance to warn anyone. All his friends were in danger, Tai and Matt were still missing, and he was trapped falling into this endless darkness–

Except that he wasn’t sinking anymore. Slowly, the darkness was lightening into a cold grayness. T.K. could make out stone walls on either side of him and felt his feet come to rest lightly against a stone floor. Somehow, he was now in a long hallway. There were no visible light sources but he could see the walls stretching far ahead of him, an unbroken line of gray stone. 

T.K. could still feel the water stirring his hair and clothes and wings. He hesitated. Then, his face set. There was only one thing to do and that was to move forward. He had to get back to everyone and warn them about Izzy before anyone got hurt. He’d failed to stop the impostor, so anything that happened was on his shoulders now. T.K. refused to let his friends down. He took one step and then another. He wouldn’t give up.

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Day 4: Relationships

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Day 3: Childhood

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Day 2: Writing

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Day 1: Patamon

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Day 4: kabedon

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Conflict

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Day 1: flowers

Sora feels like the feathers should itch. After all, they’re alien to her and her body, right? But they feel perfectly normal laying against her arms and shoulders. She shudders and they fluff up, but it still feels all too normal.

How could this have happened? How could Matt do this to them? Sora covered her face with her hands, glad that no one else was nearby, glad that she didn’t have to be strong for one moment…

“Sora?” 

“Oh, Tai!” Sora snapped her head up, tried to wipe her feelings from her face. “What are you doing here?”

“Mimi sent everyone looking for you.” Tai’s mouth half-twisted into a grimace. “Says she has an idea she needs to talk about with you.”

 “Oh.” She should hurry back, then. But she stayed where she was.

“Sora…” Tai stepped closer. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

“Nothing!” Sora answered quickly. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them. “I was just… Looking at the flowers, here!” She gestures at the field around them, a little nook in the slope of Diagnostic Peak. “Everything is fine, right?”

Tai frowned more deeply. He watched her for a moment. “There’s a lot that isn’t fine,” he finally said, with a little grumble.

Irritation flared. “You know what I mean!”

Tai put up his hands, looking alarmed. 

Sora wasn’t done. “Everyone needs time, Tai. We can’t just…I don’t want to…” 

“I know!” Tai interrupted.

“You don’t know! Or you wouldn’t keep trying to leave us!” Sora blinked back the tears furiously.

Tai started. “I never wanted to leave you!” he retorted. He spread his arms. “We should all go!”

“We can’t!”

They both fell silent, glaring at each other. Tai’s wings flared out from his back, casting long shadows over them. Sora could feel her own wings spread behind her in response, every feather ruffled.

Tai dropped his arms. “Fine.” His wings folded down into a cape around his shoulders. He turned and stomped away, leaving a trail of crushed flowers in his wake.

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Day 1: flowers

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Day 2: sunset

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Prompt: Confiding

Illustrations of this scene

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Prompt: Izzy and Bugs

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Trapped

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Prompt: Plz help

It was disorienting, knowing that he was not in control of his own body. Even something as simple as breathing became significant when he was not the one breathing. That creature in his body in the Digital World–it was breathing with his lungs. And Izzy was here, wandering this labyrinth with feet that weren’t real, that were only a mental construct. He put a hand on the wall, watching it move slowly, as if meeting more resistance than air, like being underwater. Though there was no light source, Izzy could still see his hand against the dark wall clearly enough, even if everything was tinged in gray, like a de-saturated photograph.

If it was all his imagination, why did this place seem to have laws of its own? The physics here were strange, yes, but it had an internal logic that Izzy couldn’t defy with merely his thoughts. 

And there was the double awareness. He could still feel his body but very distantly, as if there was a film playing behind him that he glimpsed every so often out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes there was a ghost sensation against his skin, too muted to identify. 

He’d drifted away from the wall as he thought, and he could see the hallway branching in front of him. Down the left was simply more cold stone and dim shadows but to the right…that flash of color…!

Izzy tried to hasten his pace, but he just continued that slow, bobbing drift. His frustration bubbled up into a shout before he could think better of it. 

“Matt!” Even the sound came out strange and distorted, but as it left his lips, Izzy’s feet found the floor. Instinctively, he pushed off again and found himself rushing forward all of a sudden, straight to his friend's side. 

To his mortification, he had to grab Matt’s arms to stop himself. They stared at each other, both struck dumb for a moment.

“Is it really you?” Izzy finally asked, pushing back so he could see his friend better. Matt looked exactly as Izzy had seen him last in the Real World. The only concerning thing was the growing look of horror on his face.

“Izzy? They got you, too?” Matt’s voice also echoed strangely around them. He pulled away from Izzy. “No…”

Before Izzy could respond, the shadows around them seemed to come alive. The walls shrank and the floor heaved up, darkness rushing into his vision. For a few moments, Izzy could see nothing at all. When at last, the dim visibility returned, Matt was gone and Izzy was alone again.   

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Questions

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Prompt: Izzy and Tentomon

In the twilight shadows of the mountain, it was hard to see very far. They could hear the whisper of many wings and the gentle sound of falling water, but they had hardly seen the inhabitants of the mountain since they had been brought there. 

Izzy’s mind kept returning to this, worrying over it like a loose tooth. He knew he had more important questions to answer but every time his mind wandered back to Diagnostic Peak. All these Digimon gathered here, all birds of some sort of another, and all of them shy and hesitant around the Digidestined. It was very strange behavior. 

They called this mountain a sanctuary. A sanctuary from what? There were so many questions to ask, but Izzy forced himself to remember that they had to wait. It was possible the answers were related to the locked gate, but if they were, none of the bird Digimon seemed to know it. 

The gate had to be the priority, for his friends’ sake. They all had lives to get back to; they couldn’t afford to be trapped here. Assuming of course that they could undo whatever Matt had done to the Digimon… 

Izzy frowned, concentrating. He felt the wings buzz to life behind him. It was almost like Tentomon was hovering beside him, hearing that sound. Izzy spread his fingers thoughtfully, watching sparks play between the tips. He could hear clearly Kabuterimon’s voice, encouraging him to press harder, pour his energy into those sparks, but the area around him was silent except for the rustling feathers, the trickling water and the vibration of his own wings. 

He curled his fingers into a fist, banishing the sparks and Kabuterimon’s voice. Now there was only the faint sense that he wasn’t alone. Whatever had happened to them and their partners, the Digimon were still there, that was certain. That meant that it was probably reversible. 

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Sep 13: Rose Garden Filled with Thorns (magic)

another look at Mimi’s new look

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Foreboding

Day 4: Sick Day

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Kari had been laid in a nest of feathers, ushered there by a pair of concerned Swanmon as soon as she admitted to feeling unwell. At first, it has been swarmed by their friends, from Joe taking Kari’s pulse and temperature to Davis hovering helplessly. It hadn’t taken long for Yolei to marshal everyone into order, commanding that they all take it in shifts to watch over Kari, to give her space and quiet to rest. Even Tai had submitted to this plan. 

And now it was T.K.’s turn. He sat beside the nest, watching Kari toss and turn in her sleep, remembering the times he’d done this before. It always seemed to come back to this: Kari hurting and him feeling helpless to reach out to her. He always wanted to protect Kari but how could he protect her from this?

There was a whisper of wings. T.K. turned, reassurances on the tip of his tongue: he could stay a little longer, no need to change shifts just yet. He stopped. 

It was not one of their friends but Chronomon who had arrived. She floated to Kari’s side, her wings casting fluttering shade over them. 

“Shhhh…rest, child,” she murmured. Her voice tinkled like silver bells. Kari seemed to settle a little at the gentle sound.

T.K. felt relief trickle through him. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“No thanks are necessary.” Chronomon turned her luminous eyes on him. “This mountain is meant as a sanctuary for the darkness consuming our world. Whatever I can do for her, I will.”

“But…if this mountain is safe from darkness, why is this happening to her?” T.K. burst out, unable to restrain his frustration.

Chronomon looked at him sadly. “This one of Light is connected to the life of the Digital World. Its suffering is her suffering.”

T.K. clenched his fists and bowed his head. Helpless…He couldn’t save Patamon from the darkness…or his brother. And now it was hurting Kari, too. The feathers of his own wings rustled with his agitation.

“Peace,” Chronomon urged him, her silvery voice trembling a little. “This is no place for rage.”

With a start, T.K. realized that she sounded…fearful. He looked up and found that the mega Digimon had drawn away from him. 

His anger left him in a rush. He shivered. Kari had never been so sensitive to the darkness and the life of the Digital World before, especially in a sanctuary of light. What had they all become, that powerful Digimon watched them warily?