MPC 33 - Is It Really Over?
Oct 27, 2016 4:26:02 GMT
Post by Marshal North on Oct 27, 2016 4:26:02 GMT
Well, this was a pretty awful birthday present.
Marshal and Coronamon had woken up on Halloween, much like any other day. What they awoke to, however, was the stuff out of nightmares. Or maybe at the very least a terrible horror movie.
Of all the things it could have been, it had to be zombies, of course. The honest-to-god living dead were just wandering around Shibuya. Marshal's mother was in the process of boarding up the house and rationing out food for the forseeable future.
"Mom, what's going on?" Marshal shouted as he ran downstairs. "Where's Dad?"
"We're not leaving this house for a while," Marshal's mother said somberly. "This could be the end of the world as we know it."
"If I may make a suggestion," Coronamon whispered to Marshal, "we could just take off for the Digital World." If the Real World truly was ending, this would probably be their safest bet, but what would this mean for Marshal's mother? Could she handle the stress of suddenly relocating to an entirely different plane of reality, with different rules and laws? Marshal supposed he could get them a place to live in Terminus City or any other city in the Digital World, but that could take some time. [15] Of course, that was if they even managed to get out of their neighborhood and to the portal.
Marshal made the call. “Come on, Mom,” he said, walking over to her and grabbing her by the arm. “We’re leaving.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused out of her wits. “Where will we even go?”
“I have a plan,” Marshal assured her. “Just stand back.” Marshal grabbed the D-Arc out of his pocket and swiped the Digivolution card. Coronamon quickly Digivolved into Firamon, who managed to take up a sizable portion of the house. Marshal climbed on top of his Digimon partner’s back and motioned for his mother to climb on board. Marshal’s mother clearly had more questions than she knew what to do with at the moment, but she got on Firamon’s back anyway.
“I hope for both our sakes that you know what you’re getting us into,” Marshal’s mother sighed. She wasn’t really aware of Marshal’s escapades to the Digital World, so she didn’t know the extent of the duo’s abilities. Without warning, Firamon blasted a hole in the roof of the house and shot out like a rocket. [30]
“Marshal North!” she screamed, hanging onto Firamon for dear life. “What are you doing blasting a hole in the house?!”
“Just trust us, Mom,” Marshal said calmly. “We won’t be going back.” Marshal was putting on a pretty convincing tough guy act for his Digimon and his mother. Deep down, however, he was falling to pieces. Were any of his friends okay? Most of them probably had the same idea as him. Would they be able to get their families to safety? Marshal had been pretty lax with letting his mother know about Coronamon, but from the stories he had heard from everyone else, not everyone was as welcoming to Digimon.
The three of them flew gently through the sky. When they looked down, they saw the spectacle that was unfolding on the ground. Millions of people shambled across the streets of Tokyo in giant packs. Others were more animated, running for their lives and trying to keep away from the horde that was steadily increasing in numbers. Firamon spotted a group running in the direction of the train station that was about to get overrun by the horde, so he swooped down and shot a Fira Bomb to help them out. [45]
After a little while, the North family made it to the train station. Unfortunately, the place was absolutely crawling with zombies. “Damn it,” Marshal cursed under his breath. “We’re too late.” Clearly, mobs of people tried to escape on the trains, but were too slow and were turned to zombies.
“What do we do now?” Marshal’s mother wondered. “We can’t go in there, can we?”
“We could fight probably fight our way through, but I don’t want to risk it,” Marshal answered. “Thankfully this isn’t the only way to get where we need to go.” Firamon turned around and headed for the river. They didn’t get very far before they were stopped by a horde of incoming Bakemon, which had apparently used the chaos of Tamers and their families escaping to the Digital World to enter the Real World.
“What are those things?” Marshal’s mother screeched. The sight of Bakemon was enough to freak out even a Tamer. Marshal’s mother did not handle the sight very well, and immediately fainted. Unable to fight properly, Firamon set Marshal and his mother down on a rooftop and tore into the Bakemon with reckless abandon. [60]
“Mom!” Marshal cried, lightly tapping his mother’s face with his hand. “Get up! We’ve gotta go!” No matter what he did, Marshal wasn’t able to wake his mother up.
Meanwhile, Firamon was struggling to fight the Bakemon. He was holding them off just fine until the entire mob of them started to merge together and Digivolve into the Mega-level Reaper Digimon, MetalPhantomon. With a swing of the monster’s scythe, Firamon was instantly reverted to his Rookie form and crashed onto the roof where Marshal was still trying to revive his mother.
Coronamon slowly staggered to his feet. “Marshal,” he groaned, “I think…this is it.”
“We have to make it!” Marshal cried, leaning over his mother and trying to hold back the tears. “We have to live!”
The words that lingered in the air triggered something between Tamer and Digimon. Marshal’s Digivice glowed with a light more intense than anything he had ever seen before. Coronamon suddenly Digivolved to a new form that neither of them had ever seen before. The now Mega-level Digimon rocketed back toward MetalPhantomon before the light faded, obscuring Marshal’s view. [75] As the two Digimon prepared to fight, an annoying buzzing sound filled Marshal’s ears.
That was when Marshal jolted awake in his bed, safe at home. He shut off his alarm clock and checked the date. It was October 31st, which meant it was Halloween and his birthday.
“Good morning, Marshal!” Coronamon said, sprinting into his room. “Happy birthday! Come downstairs, Mom and I made you breakfast!”
Marshal smiled, allowing himself to calm down from the nightmare he had just gone through. “Thanks, buddy,” he chuckled. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
[Total Sentence Count: 85]
[POSTS PLEASE GIMME DAT MEGA BOI]
Marshal and Coronamon had woken up on Halloween, much like any other day. What they awoke to, however, was the stuff out of nightmares. Or maybe at the very least a terrible horror movie.
Of all the things it could have been, it had to be zombies, of course. The honest-to-god living dead were just wandering around Shibuya. Marshal's mother was in the process of boarding up the house and rationing out food for the forseeable future.
"Mom, what's going on?" Marshal shouted as he ran downstairs. "Where's Dad?"
"We're not leaving this house for a while," Marshal's mother said somberly. "This could be the end of the world as we know it."
"If I may make a suggestion," Coronamon whispered to Marshal, "we could just take off for the Digital World." If the Real World truly was ending, this would probably be their safest bet, but what would this mean for Marshal's mother? Could she handle the stress of suddenly relocating to an entirely different plane of reality, with different rules and laws? Marshal supposed he could get them a place to live in Terminus City or any other city in the Digital World, but that could take some time. [15] Of course, that was if they even managed to get out of their neighborhood and to the portal.
Marshal made the call. “Come on, Mom,” he said, walking over to her and grabbing her by the arm. “We’re leaving.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused out of her wits. “Where will we even go?”
“I have a plan,” Marshal assured her. “Just stand back.” Marshal grabbed the D-Arc out of his pocket and swiped the Digivolution card. Coronamon quickly Digivolved into Firamon, who managed to take up a sizable portion of the house. Marshal climbed on top of his Digimon partner’s back and motioned for his mother to climb on board. Marshal’s mother clearly had more questions than she knew what to do with at the moment, but she got on Firamon’s back anyway.
“I hope for both our sakes that you know what you’re getting us into,” Marshal’s mother sighed. She wasn’t really aware of Marshal’s escapades to the Digital World, so she didn’t know the extent of the duo’s abilities. Without warning, Firamon blasted a hole in the roof of the house and shot out like a rocket. [30]
“Marshal North!” she screamed, hanging onto Firamon for dear life. “What are you doing blasting a hole in the house?!”
“Just trust us, Mom,” Marshal said calmly. “We won’t be going back.” Marshal was putting on a pretty convincing tough guy act for his Digimon and his mother. Deep down, however, he was falling to pieces. Were any of his friends okay? Most of them probably had the same idea as him. Would they be able to get their families to safety? Marshal had been pretty lax with letting his mother know about Coronamon, but from the stories he had heard from everyone else, not everyone was as welcoming to Digimon.
The three of them flew gently through the sky. When they looked down, they saw the spectacle that was unfolding on the ground. Millions of people shambled across the streets of Tokyo in giant packs. Others were more animated, running for their lives and trying to keep away from the horde that was steadily increasing in numbers. Firamon spotted a group running in the direction of the train station that was about to get overrun by the horde, so he swooped down and shot a Fira Bomb to help them out. [45]
After a little while, the North family made it to the train station. Unfortunately, the place was absolutely crawling with zombies. “Damn it,” Marshal cursed under his breath. “We’re too late.” Clearly, mobs of people tried to escape on the trains, but were too slow and were turned to zombies.
“What do we do now?” Marshal’s mother wondered. “We can’t go in there, can we?”
“We could fight probably fight our way through, but I don’t want to risk it,” Marshal answered. “Thankfully this isn’t the only way to get where we need to go.” Firamon turned around and headed for the river. They didn’t get very far before they were stopped by a horde of incoming Bakemon, which had apparently used the chaos of Tamers and their families escaping to the Digital World to enter the Real World.
“What are those things?” Marshal’s mother screeched. The sight of Bakemon was enough to freak out even a Tamer. Marshal’s mother did not handle the sight very well, and immediately fainted. Unable to fight properly, Firamon set Marshal and his mother down on a rooftop and tore into the Bakemon with reckless abandon. [60]
“Mom!” Marshal cried, lightly tapping his mother’s face with his hand. “Get up! We’ve gotta go!” No matter what he did, Marshal wasn’t able to wake his mother up.
Meanwhile, Firamon was struggling to fight the Bakemon. He was holding them off just fine until the entire mob of them started to merge together and Digivolve into the Mega-level Reaper Digimon, MetalPhantomon. With a swing of the monster’s scythe, Firamon was instantly reverted to his Rookie form and crashed onto the roof where Marshal was still trying to revive his mother.
Coronamon slowly staggered to his feet. “Marshal,” he groaned, “I think…this is it.”
“We have to make it!” Marshal cried, leaning over his mother and trying to hold back the tears. “We have to live!”
The words that lingered in the air triggered something between Tamer and Digimon. Marshal’s Digivice glowed with a light more intense than anything he had ever seen before. Coronamon suddenly Digivolved to a new form that neither of them had ever seen before. The now Mega-level Digimon rocketed back toward MetalPhantomon before the light faded, obscuring Marshal’s view. [75] As the two Digimon prepared to fight, an annoying buzzing sound filled Marshal’s ears.
That was when Marshal jolted awake in his bed, safe at home. He shut off his alarm clock and checked the date. It was October 31st, which meant it was Halloween and his birthday.
“Good morning, Marshal!” Coronamon said, sprinting into his room. “Happy birthday! Come downstairs, Mom and I made you breakfast!”
Marshal smiled, allowing himself to calm down from the nightmare he had just gone through. “Thanks, buddy,” he chuckled. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
[Total Sentence Count: 85]
[POSTS PLEASE GIMME DAT MEGA BOI]
