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Tricks and Treats (Ertsatz, open)
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Post by Duffer & Kotemon on Nov 5, 2014 16:42:48 GMT
Naturally, an Ice Cream Sandwich transplant was not what a burnt, glass-filled foot needed. If the ice cream was as cold as Troopmon believed it to be, (as in, just taken out of an ice cream cart) it would be a very, very bad thing to apply. Screaming in pain as the boy was held by the loony in a gas-mask, Duffer had no real way to tell Troopmon to stop and could only pray his shouting in agony would give the unusual mon a hint.
Meanwhile, Kotemon was with Hideki, apologizing to the roachmon for the tamer's behavior. Following the boy and frowning at the water the boy'd gotten, it frowned. "I'm fairly sure this would hurt him more than help." Kotemon said, the sounds of Duffer's screaming worrying it. "...Has Troopmon ever dealt with an injured person before?" The mon asked, realizing it might have accidentally screwed over the tamer... again. Of course, when Troopmon began shouting as well it became clear something else was going wrong other than simple medicinal failure. The mon began running, whether Hideki would follow suit was up to him.
Meanwhile, the poor bastard in the ghost costume was dealing with his own issues. He'd been hanging up and waiting for someone to show up he never realized the line holding him up was weakened. As he descended the staircase in an attempt to scare the two, the sound of snapping followed and the echoing music of a grown man falling down a stairwell was not far behind. As the ghost lay on the floor, moaning in pain it was becoming abundantly clear that this Haunted House plan had not been very well thought out at all.
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Post by Hideki on Nov 6, 2014 23:15:59 GMT
The fear from seeing a ghost quickly faded. Troopmon didn't have a particularly long attention span, after all. Soon the badly-dressed creature was a thing of the past. Duffer needed his help! The ice cream was good. Good ice cream. The screams means it works! Wait, that glass no is good. Maybe Troopmon should fix. But hands covered in ice cream… The digimon continued to coo like a loving mama pigeon. Wait. Why he crying? Troopmon ceased trying to apply the ice cream to the boy's foot and instead just rubbed the child's head with an ice cream covered hand. "i͘͠T͟͜S̕ ͜o͠͠K͜aY̢͢͜ ̵̛D͞u̴FF͢eR̢-̀͠Ķ̵͡ų͏̷N͏̨.̴ ͜͡T̢͢R̀͢o̕O̷P̷̧͜Ḿo̴̧͟Ņ͞ ̛͏H̵a̡͘͢S͞͠ ̀Y̷͟o͜͝Ư.̵̡"
"Oh, should I put it back down? I thought it could probably help.." Hideki hadn't dealt with a serious burn before.. he thought that some cold water would help. Strangely enough, so had his digimon, in his own twisted way. “Troopmon? What do you mean? He’s only had limbs for a few days. Well, I guess he helped me with my arm a while back. Popped it back into place.. it hurt like crazy. Not gonna lie, there was a lot of screaming.”
A loud scream resounded from down the hallway, followed by a soft cooing noise. "Oh no.. that sounds familiar." The two arrived in the room to see a terrified Duffer being held by a relatively serene-looking Troopmon. There was an unconscious ghost nearby and what appeared to be an ice cream sandwich on Duffer's head. All in all, it was a very confusing scene. "I am SO sorry."
A pumpkinmon sat alone in a dirty room, well, alone aside from an unconscious wolfman. The bright pinpoints that represented his eyes were wide with terror as he watched the children's misadventure through the house. "I am SO fired."
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Post by Duffer & Kotemon on Nov 7, 2014 2:18:20 GMT
Kotemon took Duffer from Troopmon, looking at the damage that'd been done. Shaking its head, Kotemon sighed. "Well Troopmon... you tried at least. That's worth something... Please stop making that noise though. It's disturbing. Try and help whoever that is in the ghost costume, we're getting out of this joke of a haunted house." Kotemon kept trying to calm Duffer down, taking the flashlight from the boy to start looking for an exit. "Hideki?" Kotemon began. "I'm sorry our meeting had to end like this, but I assure you it's not normally like this. Normally Duffer is not crying his eyes out for a legitimate reason... although he is terrified of being left alone, so don't do that."
Meanwhile, Pumpkinmon would be greeted by the only one of his employees that actually did their job. The Botamon climbed out of a trapdoor (rather impressively, considering that the baby had no limbs) and bounced to the side of its employeer and relative, leaning up against it and purring gently, happy with a job well done.
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Post by Hideki on Nov 19, 2014 0:40:06 GMT
Troopmon stopped it cooing when commanded, but the digimon didn’t understand what the kendo-themed digimon meant by disturbing. Doves were docile, poop-filled creatures that lived in big cities and ate bread. They were essentially exactly like humans in the digimon’s mind. Wait, the ghost man needs help? The rookie immediately ran to the side of the groaning undead and started meowing like a kitten.
Hideki was absolutely mortified. “I’m sorry too.. I really am. I am so, so sorry for Troopmon’s…” the boy was staring at his digimon with a look of shock and terror. “… oddities. This has been one heck of a Halloween though, right? I guess I’ll see you guys around, though. This digital world place can’t be that big.” The child stood by his crying, newly ice-creamed comrade, staring at the floor. “It’s alright Kotemon. I can stay here with him if you want to look for a way out of here. I mean, it can’t be too hard. This place is ramshackle enough that you could probably knock a hole through the wall.”
Troopmon was over by the stairs, rubbing the remains of an ice-cream sandwich on the ghost’s head. Troopmon was helping and ice cream is good. The creature groaned in agony at the mysterious meowing cold and was convinced that it had finally found death.
Somewhere in the distance there was a loud slam, as if a large slab of wood had almost been knocked entirely off it's hinges as an unintelligible (yet strangely campy) roar resounded from the creaking halls. Myotismon was very upset at the subpar care his guests had received. The two Impmon stood by the ajar portcullis with large bags full of sweet confections for their guests, praying to whatever dark lord they worshiped that they wouldn't file some kind of lawsuit.
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Post by Duffer & Kotemon on Nov 20, 2014 2:48:57 GMT
"Well well... Myotismon said, carefully entering and approaching the group. "Er... um... this is a bit..." he tried to contain himself at the amount of spilled blood on the floor, adjusting his coat and suit in an attempt to remain professional. "Unusual. I assure you, my dear guests, that this has NEVER happened before... usually because the oil lamps AREN'T lit..." The digimon looked at seemingly nothing, but what anyone who worked there knew was where a camera was. "As an apology, here is that candy you were promised... enough to fill your little hearts with sugar until the next human holiday you may celebrate." The Myotismon motioned the impmons forward and let the humans have the candy. "Now, if you excuse me I have to find my tamer..." The large digimon walked towards the fallen ghost and heaved it up over its shoulder, away from Troopmon, sighing. Leaving the mansion Kotemon looked at the two and began leaving, grabbing the bag of candy and taking it with them.
"It was nice meeting you two, but now I need to get Duffer to a clinic to heal his feet." The digimon explained, leaving and waving goodbye as his tamer began calming down. [Thread Exit]
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