MPC 69C/X : "Trial By Darkness"
Dec 31, 2019 4:03:33 GMT
Post by Zachary "Zaber" Scryer on Dec 31, 2019 4:03:33 GMT
MPC Name: "The me I Once Knew" "Wildcard-- I am the Shadow, your true self"
MPC Number: 69C, 69X- 65A,
Reward Requested: Bits
Trial of Darkness
When entering the ancient pyramid in the Digital World, it was a mystery as a mysterious power echoed through the land from it. They went to investigate but soon found themselves separated and lost as the spirits of the temple, or whatever else you would call it. Something dangerous was going on and Zachary and Panthermon went in to investigate. The temple was filled with more than just wicked Digimon with no care for discussion. There was a maze with them, and crytpic riddles. THings went south fast as not only was he and his friends seperated, he watched as Panthermon was swallowed up by the darkness… almost presumed dead.
ANd he was now lost in the black void of the ruin. THe deeper he went, the darker it got. He could see nothing, just wander with a hand on the wall that continued straight on as if the hall never ended-- or him running in a circle.
All the while he kept talking to himself to keep himself calm. It had been years since he had a legitimate fear of the dark. But now those feelings were coming back all over again. THat one time he was in the restroom and the kids from school shut out all the lights in the locker room while he was in there, knowing he was in there. What was a stupid prank terrified him and now he was in the same thing.
The memories continued to haunt him now as he wandered in the dark… till he heard the voice again.
“So stubborn… you stumble, struggle and suffer in the darkness, “ the voice chuckled. Growled. Rumbled… it was hard to tell. At first, Zachary was scared of it, but it was from no source around him. He just tried to endure it… like it was the demon lords he encountered with other Tamers. THeir voices were trying to get under his skin, so like them, he tried his best to not give them any leverage on his mood. For now, he bared with the mysterious voice that echoed in his head and in the dark. “So why do you press forward into it?”
“To find the light that leads anywhere where YOU aren’t there!” Zachary retorted aloud.
The voice chuckled again, amused by his defiance. “Well, you are no quitter. Do you think you can escape the darkness… no more than you can escape yourself? “
Zachary grew frustraited as he looked up to whatever being was tormenting him in the pitch blackness. “Okay, is this some annoyingly, insane riddle or you trying to get me to stab a knife into my eardrums?” he retorted.
The voice bellowed again. “You’re snide comments will not help you. If you wish to find what you have lost and your way out, quit ignoring what is right in front of you.”
Zachary’s lips were tight with restrained frustration at the riddles the disembodied voice spoke. “Could you at least tell me who you are so I can stop thinking your one of the god-damn Demon Lords?”
“I am what you fear most, what you hope to keep and what you loose when your life reaches your end.” it spoke.
A sigh escaped Zachary, leaning against the wall. “Oh you better be a disembodied voice, cause Panthermon or not, I will personally kick your butt if i have to!”
The hall continued, but soon Zachary felt the wall fall away. He nearly tumbled forward but luckily landed on his hands and knees. Though the hard stone floor was cold and dusty, he still had enough senses to adjust. The wall was gone but now he was forced to walk without any guide. At first, he was about to hold out his hand to guide himself foward… but then he finally saw something.
A light that shown above at a spot in where he was. He might of been in a room or something, but he saw a light and something in it far in the distance. Curious, he approached closer to find out what it was… moving in faster strides now that he could actually see something. The object became clear and he heard something. Sniffing? Sighing… Crying. Someone was crying.
The object in the light was a person… A boy sitting on the floor alone. The closer he got, Zachary felt an odd chill up his spine as he approached. It was famiiar. He was familiar as he soon realized something was up. Whether this was his imagination or an illusion from the haunted tomb, he was becoming uncomfortable with who was there. Finally, he got close enough to see it… and his heart sank. The kid crying was no more than 7 years old, smaller, but huddled in a blue fleese shirt with dark hair. He clung to a drawing book, one Zachary knew and seen before.
The boy before him was himself. 7 year old him from a long time ago, and now in front of his very eyes. He was still huddled, hugging the book and crouching low to the ground. HIs face was covered by the book but huddled tight for security.
Zachary was speechless, seeing himself there alone. All those memories of the harsh childhood he had dealing with bullies and mean kids who didn’t understand him made him ache. To face himself in that state again before his eyes too much. A tear fell down his eye too, recalling the horrible moments he wished he could just die than endure that pain and hate.
It took him a while, but he soon took a breath and reached out to touch him on the shoulder.
“Um… hey there,” Zachary spoke, “You okay…?”
“Leave me alone…” the younger him spoke, muffled by his sobbing. “I just want to be here alone where no one can call me names and hurt me. No one cares about me. It’s better I just stay here.”
The words stung. His own words. Sure, he hated the bullies and it was natural to have him withdraw from others after being hurt so many times. He believed that most people were nice and to run into many bad ones, made things harder to bare and take in.
“I should just disappear. I just want it to end…” he said, those words stinging most of all.
Zachary’s arms trembled, but he soon shook his head and he firmed up with a deep breath. Had he had a clear look of his face, he probably would of ran away, hating to look at himself in that state. He reached out and touched him on the shoulder.
“You know, what the bad thing about being left alone is?” Zachary asked matter of factly, trying to make light of his tone, “Is that you get lonely. That is never a good thing. When people hurt you, it is natural to want to isolate yourself and stay away from people. But… staying alone forever won’t make things better. It only hurts you more.”
The little Zachary slowly stopped sobbing, still hiding behind his book. “I don’t know what to do. I have no friends. No one cares…”
“You’re wrong..” Zachary said, trying to encourage him. “It’s easy when your hurt to think you’re alone too. But the people who do care, the people you can’t see right now… they do care about you, and would feel bad if you stayed here forever. “
“I have no one…”
“You know that isn’t true,” Zachary encouraged. “What about your parents? The teachers? THe nice kids who you DO like to be around. Even when you moved, you found people who you could be around. They may not of been there to help you, but they are the good ones you care about.” Zachary felt his own heart race, trying to remind his younger selve that his life was worth living. “People do care about you Zachary… and if you really think about them, they would feel sad too to know you would think like that. Is that what you want?”
The boy became silent as he slowly looked past his notebook, lifting his head up, revealing Zachary’s younger face. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve as he looked to the older Zachary. “How do you know all this? “ he asked.
Zachary rolled his eyes, trying to figure out how else he could word his situation beyond saying ‘ I am you’. “Let’s just say I been in your shoes,” he said with a smile. “I know it sucks now, but I promise you when you get older, this will seem small compared to how you are later. You decide your worth, and the people who actually matter to you-- no one else.” he said. “When it comes down to it, being locked in the dark isn’t even scary anymore. “
A weak smile showed on younger Zachary’s face as he lowered his pad-- revealing his earliest drawing of a black jaguar he had made. He had first made that picture at the same age his younger self was now. Zachary’s eyes looked to the drawing.
“He’s my friend. I wanted a friend who would look after me in the dark,” the little boy said, “He makes all the bad things to away. Isn’t he cool?”
Zachary smile broadened at the sight of his earliest drawing of Panthermon-- before he even knew about Digimon. “Yeah, he’s the best, “ he replied.
As the younger version of him calmed down, and smiled softly-- the light that once illuminated him soon began to fade. With it, the younger version of him also vanished as well, drawing and all, leaving Zachary once more alone in the darkness. He didn’t feel as bad anymore, recalling all that pain he felt and endured… but the fact he reminded himself of the good in his life, no matter what darkness plagued him. He knew to keep pressing on in hope for better times ahead. It was how he could stay alive back then, and now.
The fear of the dark was a thing of the past now.
“Is this your way of a swift kick in the butt to motivate? “ Zachary called out aloud in the dark., expecting the mysterious voice to hear him.
“Heh, perhaps… “ the voice spoke once more.
The sense of fear began to fade as he realized what all of this was. It wasn’t some malevolence. It was something inside him, a part of him. Something that had not been awakened till now, and now he could press forward, fully aware of his own vice. That he was not alone anymore, and that the dark was nothing he need fear again. He wasn’t scared of the dark. He was scared to be alone in it.
“NOw will you answer my riddle?” the voice asked among the dark.
Zachary rolled his eyes as the voice began to recite the riddle again.
“It is lighter than air, and always change. It is tethered to you always, a twin of your own making. I am visible in the day, and in the night I am everywhere. What am I?” the voice growled softly.
It was the same thing he realized, both literally and figuratively. He relaxed, breathed and answered to the dark. “You are… my shadow.” he answered.
The voice let out a soft growl, almost like a purr-- and almost familiar. “Now do you understand? Where is your partner now?” the voice spoke.
Zachary closed his eyes, even in the darkness… and it was then it appeared. He could see it. An odd trick in this mysterious digital temple as he now stood before what had been following him in the dark. With his eyes closed, he saw the large sphinx-like creature, clad in black armor. His own shadow-- and that of the creature was one and the same, linking them. Zachary felt baffled, but the feeling he sensed made it all too clear.
Panthermon had never been destroyed, and became something utterly new. “It’s you…” Zachary realized.
The shadows began to move around-- a light started to shine before Zachary.
“I am thou, thou art I…” AncientSphixmon spoke, a culmination of the ancient spirits in this temple and Panthermon’s will, “ The light of hope within casts your guardian shadow. Know you no longer need fear the darkness, nevermore. “
WC: 2085
MPC Number: 69C, 69X- 65A,
Reward Requested: Bits
Trial of Darkness
When entering the ancient pyramid in the Digital World, it was a mystery as a mysterious power echoed through the land from it. They went to investigate but soon found themselves separated and lost as the spirits of the temple, or whatever else you would call it. Something dangerous was going on and Zachary and Panthermon went in to investigate. The temple was filled with more than just wicked Digimon with no care for discussion. There was a maze with them, and crytpic riddles. THings went south fast as not only was he and his friends seperated, he watched as Panthermon was swallowed up by the darkness… almost presumed dead.
ANd he was now lost in the black void of the ruin. THe deeper he went, the darker it got. He could see nothing, just wander with a hand on the wall that continued straight on as if the hall never ended-- or him running in a circle.
All the while he kept talking to himself to keep himself calm. It had been years since he had a legitimate fear of the dark. But now those feelings were coming back all over again. THat one time he was in the restroom and the kids from school shut out all the lights in the locker room while he was in there, knowing he was in there. What was a stupid prank terrified him and now he was in the same thing.
The memories continued to haunt him now as he wandered in the dark… till he heard the voice again.
“So stubborn… you stumble, struggle and suffer in the darkness, “ the voice chuckled. Growled. Rumbled… it was hard to tell. At first, Zachary was scared of it, but it was from no source around him. He just tried to endure it… like it was the demon lords he encountered with other Tamers. THeir voices were trying to get under his skin, so like them, he tried his best to not give them any leverage on his mood. For now, he bared with the mysterious voice that echoed in his head and in the dark. “So why do you press forward into it?”
“To find the light that leads anywhere where YOU aren’t there!” Zachary retorted aloud.
The voice chuckled again, amused by his defiance. “Well, you are no quitter. Do you think you can escape the darkness… no more than you can escape yourself? “
Zachary grew frustraited as he looked up to whatever being was tormenting him in the pitch blackness. “Okay, is this some annoyingly, insane riddle or you trying to get me to stab a knife into my eardrums?” he retorted.
The voice bellowed again. “You’re snide comments will not help you. If you wish to find what you have lost and your way out, quit ignoring what is right in front of you.”
Zachary’s lips were tight with restrained frustration at the riddles the disembodied voice spoke. “Could you at least tell me who you are so I can stop thinking your one of the god-damn Demon Lords?”
“I am what you fear most, what you hope to keep and what you loose when your life reaches your end.” it spoke.
A sigh escaped Zachary, leaning against the wall. “Oh you better be a disembodied voice, cause Panthermon or not, I will personally kick your butt if i have to!”
The hall continued, but soon Zachary felt the wall fall away. He nearly tumbled forward but luckily landed on his hands and knees. Though the hard stone floor was cold and dusty, he still had enough senses to adjust. The wall was gone but now he was forced to walk without any guide. At first, he was about to hold out his hand to guide himself foward… but then he finally saw something.
A light that shown above at a spot in where he was. He might of been in a room or something, but he saw a light and something in it far in the distance. Curious, he approached closer to find out what it was… moving in faster strides now that he could actually see something. The object became clear and he heard something. Sniffing? Sighing… Crying. Someone was crying.
The object in the light was a person… A boy sitting on the floor alone. The closer he got, Zachary felt an odd chill up his spine as he approached. It was famiiar. He was familiar as he soon realized something was up. Whether this was his imagination or an illusion from the haunted tomb, he was becoming uncomfortable with who was there. Finally, he got close enough to see it… and his heart sank. The kid crying was no more than 7 years old, smaller, but huddled in a blue fleese shirt with dark hair. He clung to a drawing book, one Zachary knew and seen before.
The boy before him was himself. 7 year old him from a long time ago, and now in front of his very eyes. He was still huddled, hugging the book and crouching low to the ground. HIs face was covered by the book but huddled tight for security.
Zachary was speechless, seeing himself there alone. All those memories of the harsh childhood he had dealing with bullies and mean kids who didn’t understand him made him ache. To face himself in that state again before his eyes too much. A tear fell down his eye too, recalling the horrible moments he wished he could just die than endure that pain and hate.
It took him a while, but he soon took a breath and reached out to touch him on the shoulder.
“Um… hey there,” Zachary spoke, “You okay…?”
“Leave me alone…” the younger him spoke, muffled by his sobbing. “I just want to be here alone where no one can call me names and hurt me. No one cares about me. It’s better I just stay here.”
The words stung. His own words. Sure, he hated the bullies and it was natural to have him withdraw from others after being hurt so many times. He believed that most people were nice and to run into many bad ones, made things harder to bare and take in.
“I should just disappear. I just want it to end…” he said, those words stinging most of all.
Zachary’s arms trembled, but he soon shook his head and he firmed up with a deep breath. Had he had a clear look of his face, he probably would of ran away, hating to look at himself in that state. He reached out and touched him on the shoulder.
“You know, what the bad thing about being left alone is?” Zachary asked matter of factly, trying to make light of his tone, “Is that you get lonely. That is never a good thing. When people hurt you, it is natural to want to isolate yourself and stay away from people. But… staying alone forever won’t make things better. It only hurts you more.”
The little Zachary slowly stopped sobbing, still hiding behind his book. “I don’t know what to do. I have no friends. No one cares…”
“You’re wrong..” Zachary said, trying to encourage him. “It’s easy when your hurt to think you’re alone too. But the people who do care, the people you can’t see right now… they do care about you, and would feel bad if you stayed here forever. “
“I have no one…”
“You know that isn’t true,” Zachary encouraged. “What about your parents? The teachers? THe nice kids who you DO like to be around. Even when you moved, you found people who you could be around. They may not of been there to help you, but they are the good ones you care about.” Zachary felt his own heart race, trying to remind his younger selve that his life was worth living. “People do care about you Zachary… and if you really think about them, they would feel sad too to know you would think like that. Is that what you want?”
The boy became silent as he slowly looked past his notebook, lifting his head up, revealing Zachary’s younger face. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve as he looked to the older Zachary. “How do you know all this? “ he asked.
Zachary rolled his eyes, trying to figure out how else he could word his situation beyond saying ‘ I am you’. “Let’s just say I been in your shoes,” he said with a smile. “I know it sucks now, but I promise you when you get older, this will seem small compared to how you are later. You decide your worth, and the people who actually matter to you-- no one else.” he said. “When it comes down to it, being locked in the dark isn’t even scary anymore. “
A weak smile showed on younger Zachary’s face as he lowered his pad-- revealing his earliest drawing of a black jaguar he had made. He had first made that picture at the same age his younger self was now. Zachary’s eyes looked to the drawing.
“He’s my friend. I wanted a friend who would look after me in the dark,” the little boy said, “He makes all the bad things to away. Isn’t he cool?”
Zachary smile broadened at the sight of his earliest drawing of Panthermon-- before he even knew about Digimon. “Yeah, he’s the best, “ he replied.
As the younger version of him calmed down, and smiled softly-- the light that once illuminated him soon began to fade. With it, the younger version of him also vanished as well, drawing and all, leaving Zachary once more alone in the darkness. He didn’t feel as bad anymore, recalling all that pain he felt and endured… but the fact he reminded himself of the good in his life, no matter what darkness plagued him. He knew to keep pressing on in hope for better times ahead. It was how he could stay alive back then, and now.
The fear of the dark was a thing of the past now.
“Is this your way of a swift kick in the butt to motivate? “ Zachary called out aloud in the dark., expecting the mysterious voice to hear him.
“Heh, perhaps… “ the voice spoke once more.
The sense of fear began to fade as he realized what all of this was. It wasn’t some malevolence. It was something inside him, a part of him. Something that had not been awakened till now, and now he could press forward, fully aware of his own vice. That he was not alone anymore, and that the dark was nothing he need fear again. He wasn’t scared of the dark. He was scared to be alone in it.
“NOw will you answer my riddle?” the voice asked among the dark.
Zachary rolled his eyes as the voice began to recite the riddle again.
“It is lighter than air, and always change. It is tethered to you always, a twin of your own making. I am visible in the day, and in the night I am everywhere. What am I?” the voice growled softly.
It was the same thing he realized, both literally and figuratively. He relaxed, breathed and answered to the dark. “You are… my shadow.” he answered.
The voice let out a soft growl, almost like a purr-- and almost familiar. “Now do you understand? Where is your partner now?” the voice spoke.
Zachary closed his eyes, even in the darkness… and it was then it appeared. He could see it. An odd trick in this mysterious digital temple as he now stood before what had been following him in the dark. With his eyes closed, he saw the large sphinx-like creature, clad in black armor. His own shadow-- and that of the creature was one and the same, linking them. Zachary felt baffled, but the feeling he sensed made it all too clear.
Panthermon had never been destroyed, and became something utterly new. “It’s you…” Zachary realized.
The shadows began to move around-- a light started to shine before Zachary.
“I am thou, thou art I…” AncientSphixmon spoke, a culmination of the ancient spirits in this temple and Panthermon’s will, “ The light of hope within casts your guardian shadow. Know you no longer need fear the darkness, nevermore. “
WC: 2085
