I didn't order a wake-up call. (Solo)

The smell of burning moss and wood hung in the air as a chain of villagers passed crudely-made buckets of water from the nearby stream along the line to douse the flames engulfing a number of their huts. Walker was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the village. His Botamon seemed oblivious to the situation, and was happily rolling around in circles in front of him. A group of assorted soot-covered and nervous-looking Digimon stared at them in a mix of apprehension and curiosity. 

"Okay, so, obviously we got off on the wrong foot, here." Walker said, looking around. A pair of nearby Biyomon jumped back in fear as one of the huts they were dumping water on collapsed, letting out a cloud of dust, smoke and sparks.
"...But I mean, you shouldn't have startled me. I don't like being woken up after I've been drinking."
"I was just seeing if you were okay!" a small Pumpkinmon said. 
"Yeah, and I'm sorry for thinking you were a C.H.U.D. and all the kicking. You....things...are all very new to me. Do you have names? Lemme hear some names." He pointed to a Gotsumon in the front of the crowd. 
"You, rock thing. Name?"
"They call me Gotsumon"
"Okay, and you?" he said, pointing at a second Gotsumon. 
"I'm...also Gotsumon"
Walker paused. "Okay, gourd guy. With the lipstick. What's your name, anyway?"
The Pumpkinmon stepped forward. "Oh, I'm Pumpkinmon."
"Me too!" the smaller Pumpkinmon said. 
Walker buried his face in his hands and let out a drawn-out sigh of exasperation.
"How the hell do you tell each other apart?"
The villagers all looked at each other in confusion.
"Okay, whatever. Smaller pumpkin guy, go get that label maker I threw at your head earlier. I'm giving you all names. Line up." 

A few moments later, the villagers had mostly forgotten the smoldering huts, and had taken to going around showing off their new names. Each of them had a white adhesive strip with black letters adhered to themselves somewhere.
A Kotemon with a crooked label across its face appeared displeased.
"Well, I'm sorry, Jerty Seinfeld, I don't know how to do a back-space on this thing, and I only have a limited amount of label rolls here." Walker said, shooing the Kotemon away. 
"Now, I need to eat, and so does Rex, here. The little asshole keeps trying to eat my shoelaces."
A Gomamon spoke up. "Hey, like three of us are named 'Frodo'. Which one of us gets to be Frodo?"
"I don't know, whichever goddamn Frodo gets me something to eat."

As Walker dug into the fruit that the villagers had managed to gather nearby, a few of the villagers had begun to whisper about their guest.



"His partner seems a little...odd, doesn't he?" a Gotsumon labeled "THING" whispered.
A Bearmon with the name "CHEWIE" affixed to its hat nodded.
"Definitely. I tried talking to him, and he just stared blankly. I don't think he even understood a word I was saying."

The pair glanced over at the Botamon, which was lying face-down in the dirt and chirping away to itself.

"I think there's something very wrong with him."