MPC 52A/B: Bellamy and the Beast [Solo]

Later that day, Bellamy returned home with a new filthy magazine book from the Library. Gosh how he enjoyed reading all about handsome digimon going on great adventures to overcome the evil and wicked and return to possibly hold hands with their loves. It made him wonder if one day the same would happen to him?

Well, those thoughts were quickly dispelled by a sudden explosion coming up from the basement. Bellamy rushed down immediately. "Luke, what was that?!" he asked, then immediately saw that the Elecmon was slowly sliding down one of the walls, a strange purring machine in the middle of the room. Surprisingly, there was a broad grin on his face.

"Bells, it works!" he said.

"What works?" Bellamy asked, blinking at the machine. "The heck is that thing? An Elecmon Cannon or somethin'? Why would ya invent something like that?"

"No, no, the explosion was just the ignition" Luke explained, standing up and dusting his fur. "Don't you see? This thing here is a combustion engine! This could revolutionize the entire industrial age!"

"Heyy, that sounds pretty neat!" said Bellamy. "Even though as digimon we already can kinda grow our own engines and cannons and shit like that" he clapped his housemate on the shoulder. "So then! Now that you've invented somethin', what are ya gonna do?"

"I'll take it to the Rosewood Fair right away!" Luke said, brightly. "That seems to be the most logical thing to do once someone invents revolutionary technology!"

"Alright, perfect!" Bellamy grinned. "Can I go with you?"

"Oh, no, I need someone to stay behind and do the housework" Luke said. "Besides, travelling alone through the forest sounds like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, don't you think?"

"Okay then, well, good luck, Luke" Bellamy said, giving him a quick hug, then before long, Luke was on his way, pulling the engine along in a cart.

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"...Oh man, I should've brought a map" Luke muttered to himself three hours later. There was a sudden boom of thunder from above too. "...or paid attention to a weather forecast" he added, a heavy downpour quickly soaking him through. Lost in the woods in a thunderstorm, Luke quickly rushed to find shelter. The trees were tangled and foreboding, the sky filled with forked lightning. He had to get out of here quick!

Then, he saw it. Silhouetted by a thunderbolt, a great big castle appeared in front of him.

"Whoa, funny nobody around noticed that before" he said, then rushed toward it. Monstrous stone gargoyles were visible on the parapets above, but, all Luke could care about was the tall wooden doors in front of him. He crossed the drawbridge, engine still in tow, then knocked on the door. To his surprise, it opened on its own accord, but, nobody was there inside.

"Hello?" he called as he entered the entrance hall. It was rather draughty and cold, but, at the least dry. He shook the rain from his fur and took further steps inside. "Anyone here?!"

Luke thought he heard whispering from behind him. But... nobody was there. Nothing except a small lit candle and a clock. "Who was that?!" he asked, starting to get scared. "I'm... sorry to intrude, but, I just need a place to shelter if that's alright...! Just... it's storming outside and..."

"But of course you can!" a cheerful voice said from behind him.

"No, be quiet!" another voice snapped. Luke turned and to his shock, the candlestick and clock seemed to be talking!

"AAHH!!" Luke yelped, falling back at the spectacle, but, his curiosity as an inventor soon took hold. "Incredible..."

"Now listen, the master has strictly forbidden any intruders!" the clock snapped.

"Oh Colin, you might have forgotten your manners after all zis time, but I certainly 'ave not" the candle said. "'Allo, Monseur Elecmon, I am Marshaliere your 'umble serviteur, and zis is Colin. Please, warm yourself by ze fire~"

"Oh, gosh, thank you..." Luke beamed. Not long after he was led into a side chamber, the clock muttering all the while, they were quickly joined by a speeding tea tray with teapot and cup upon it.

"Yo what up homeslice?" the teapot said. "Wanna spot of tea?"

"Careful, don't make it too hot" the cup complained. "You always make it too hot, Gaz"

"That's because it's TEA, Finn!" the pot snapped. "Anyway, no worries! Drink up~"

Gosh, it seemed almost every object in this room was animated somehow. And named too. Truly fascinating. Luke would have a field day figuring out how exactly this worked. Before Luke could do so though, they were interrupted by a ferocious roar from behind them. Luke almost dropped "Finn" but the animated cup bounced back on the tray, shivering in fear.

"What are you doing here?!" a voice rumbled. "You're not welcome! How did you get in?!"

"I'm s-sorry" Luke shivered, falling off the chair as he leaned back from the beast in fear. "I... needed shelter... and... I thought..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?!" the beast snarled. "Do I scare you that much?! Is my form too repulsive and terrifying for you?!"

"N-no..." Luke lied. In the light of the fire, he saw that this beast was a monstrous, grizzled Flaremon, with teeth as long as his ears, towering over three times his own height. "I... needed somewhere to stay!"

"Very well, I'll give you a place to stay!" the Flaremon snarled, and lifted Luke clean off his feet by the scruff of his neck. "You can stay there FOREVER!"

"No! Please!" Luke wailed, but it was no use. The terrified serving staff could only watch in horror.

"We can't let him do this..." Marshaliere spoke to the others. "The spell... it won't be broken if he acts like this. Do you agree, Colin?"

Colin hesitated, then sighed. "Very well..." he said, giving a nod that made his internal clockworks rattle.