The Search for Happiness (Digimental hunt)

Drac spotted the approaching machines, and tried rocking to his feet, realising the mildly compromising position he was in. The Lead Clownbot leaned down, studying the small trickster, before grabbing him by the sides, leading the rookie to let out a small “Oof!”, as he was yanked from the pie. He was spun, shaking off the cream, and upright, as the machine seemed to stare intently at him, before hoisting the child-sized digimon into the air, warranting much of the crowd to chatter excitedly, as if applauding the new performer, before the Clownbot pulled the tinfoil circle from the diminutive vampire, placing him on the ground, before spreading his arms wide, as the lights spread out, again, revealing a new attraction: a cannon, replacing the mammoth-ball trick. Drac Spotted this and his grin somehow widened from before, as the LeadClownbot strolled towards it, placing DracNos in a pile of rope, grabbing some of the rope, and wrapping it around itself, and crawling into the cannon. Another Faceless Clownbot pranced up, lighting the fuse of the Cannon, popping it’s own thumb open for the lighter, the rope, oddly enough, wasn’t attached to anything, so DracNos assumed he was going to do something with it, perhaps to demonstrate what to do. He was dead wrong, as the cannon fired, and he realized, through means of being yanked into the air, along with the robotic cannonball, that the rope had been looped around one of his feet, dragging him along, issuing a worried and shaky sound, (Uweh!) The LeadClownbot bent down and grabbed the rope, where DracNos dangled from below, as the spectators chittered, almost nervously, or perhaps in suspense, as the Clownbot started rotating it’s torso mid-air, spinning DracNos around, forcing repeated “AAuuuAAuuu” Sounds, as he spun. Eventually, His partner Clownbot twisted the rope, expertly untying the small rookie, sending the two flying apart, each caught by a set of trapeze swingers. The Clownbot, was caught elegantly, by the knees, by his partner, though DracNos was caught by the head, by his own trapeze artist. He instinctively brought up his hands to look at the faceless robot holding him, as he swung, he felt the direction of the swing, and figured to arc his body in a curved way, aiding the speed and power of the swing, his head was released, at the apex of the swing, he tucked into a ball, automatically rotating mid-air, before he noticed a figure approaching, and straightened his body, including his tail, which was what was grabbed by Lead Clownbot, by his forked tail and one of his legs. Either the robot improvised, or this was the plan, it was difficult to tell, though the robot released his tail and pulled DracNos over to one side, dangling by the legs, before crossing his free arm over the other, reaching for his swinging partner. DracNos reached up and grabbed this hand, and was pulled a bit up, as his ankle was released, and instead the palm flipped over, for DracNos to step on and support, he did so, and straightened himself along the side of the robot, stretching out his free arm and leg, as he based one of his feet on the metal tricep of his partner, and grabbing the closest part of it’s thigh, as it pointed out it’s clawed arm and foot, to rapturous chattering from the audience. His clownbot partner flexed it’s joints, as Drac realized they were nearing the end of their swing, and tucked himself close to the robot, as it flipped off the trapeze, flipping DracNos’s stiff body along with it. The two careened through the air, as Clownbot dislodged DracNos as they spun, tossing him up, as it landed, on solid ground, before DracNos, deciding to add extra flare, spun around and fired twin darkness arrows directly into the air, the two collided and made a small detonation, raining down black sparks, as Drac Stiffened his body, yet again, stretching his arms towards Clownbot, who stepped aside, and caught his partner by the legs, rolling off of the trapeze podium. The two fell, DracNos still stiff and the robot following suite, the two resembling a pole, as the Clownbot was the one to land on the ground, knees buckling from the impact as it rolled DracNos along the ground, who sprung to his feet, trying to stand still, before staggering, the intense vertigo hitting him like a truck. His staggering was caught, as Lead Clownbot caught his arm, raising it into the air, to uproarious chatter, DracNos’s smile still remained planted on his face, despite his virtual loss of sensation, he shook his head, determined to finish the show, he turned his head, and brought his free hand to look at the Lead Clownbot, silently asking “What’s next?”, who tilted it’s head, before pointing towards a small arena, Drac Tilted his head, as The Clownbot stared at him, expectantly. DracNos shrugged, as he watched a robot lion stalk into the arena, as well as another, faceless clownbot walked in, wielding a four-pronged shield, and a whip. The Lionbot watched it’s foe carefully, as the other stared in kind, the two circling each other, before the Lionbot leaped forward, and the Clownbot sidestepped, pushing the lion away, using it’s shield, although, the impact caused it to stagger, and the lionbot tried to advance the attack, before recieving a sharp whip to the face, which scratched it’s metal surface, driving it back. The two circled each other again, as the crowd was silent, tension growing as the fight was surveyed, the two combatants advancing their strategies after the first bout, before the lion lunged forward, stopping just short of the shield, and leaping to the side, before DracNos yelled ‘i can’t take it anymore!” And jumped into the arena, snatching a whip, and only a whip, from the armament section, and striking the back of the metal beast, after he did this, the Lead Clownbot tossed it’s mask down to the combatant, who slipped it over it’s blank face, before resuming the fight. DracNos quickly realized he should have grabbed a shield when the Lionbot rushed him with it’s iron skull, bashing him against the wall, causing him to cough and wind him, dropping him to the ground, before the lionbot smashed him down with a mighty steel paw. Under this paw, DracNos shook his head straight, realizing his whip was gone, and that Lionbot was driving back his partner, and he realized he needed to get out on his own, and it’s mouth glowed with fire, and he realized, if he changed into his Bat Retreat technique, a sizeable portion of his bats would be roasted, and he preferred his body in one, un-torched piece. His smile remained as he invisibly grit his teeth and released a guttural growl, cloaking himself in glowing light, as he digivolved “Dracmon digivolve to…” His body contorted, and he rose to all fours, as his hands disappeared, and were replaced with bladed paws, as his feet grew more curved blades and transformed to paws as well. His guttural growl turned into a snarl, as he bucked the Lionbot from his back, now matching it’s size, “...Sangloupmon…” He growled, in a deep, accented voice. The lupine digimon turned it’s head around, seeing only black, as it pointed it’s paws, before realizing, “What iz zis? I am… Aveugle?” He said, realizing his voice sounded different, with a thick and deep french accent, and he again realized he said the french word for “Blind”, casually, he snorted, shaking his head, the bat wings on his head flapping curiously. He realized that he could hear every movement he made, including his own muscles tensing up and his fur shifting, as he felt these new sensations, he heard a scraping sound and mechanical whirring coming from beside him, and then above him, as the lionbot pounced from above. Instinctively, he snarled out a word “Black Mind”, as he seemingly melted into a black puddle, which the lion scraped at, to no effect. It then breathed it’s fire breath at the black puddle, though it moved to the side astonishingly quickly, before darting towards it, vanishing in it’s own shadow. The lionbot flinched, then peered around, having lost it’s quarry, before focusing it’s attention on it’s original opponent, before the black puddle launched into the air, solidifying as the monstrous wolf, as it spun mid-air, howling out another move name “Sticker Blade!”, firing a number of curved blades towards the Lionbot’s face, forcing it far back, as his partner pushed the offensive, striking after his opponent, driving it back to it’s capture unit. Sangloupmon landed, next to Lead-Clownbot: Liontamer, and lunged at his foe, hearing it’s mechanics click and whirr the moment it began it’s attack, and Sangloupmon swiped at it’s face, countering it’s every move, before it was driven back into it’s unit, where it automatically shut down and was carted away. Sangloupmon swooned, as he felt an odd sensation, almost like he was… Deflating? Whatever was happening, in a moment, he was a little Dracmon, again, as his partner tossed aside it’s weaponry, standing alongside it’s digital partner, grasping one of its hands, raising it’s own into the air, as DracNos followed suite, and the two bowed, to rapturous applause. The tall robot leaned down to the little vampire, gesturing towards three chests, one with a pie symbol, one with a party horn, and one final one with a golden coin on it. Drac approached the chests, before turning to his partner, as the whole crowd was darkened out, almost invisible, as well as completely silent. DracNos approached each, before opening the chest with a party horn, receiving one blown directly in his face as confetti flew everywhere, he leaned back, at the outburst of sound. He closed the lid, then opened it, again, as the process repeated, with more confetti. He laughed, proclaiming “This is awesome!” as the other two vanished, he picked up his prize, gleefully, before the Lead Clownbot, now the only thing visible in the cavern, caught him by the shoulder, nodding to itself, as it reached inside of it’s chest compartment, pulling out an egg-shaped object, that resembled two snakes-in-a-can-prank snakes, with pink and yellow segments repeating in each, a symbol which resembled a balloon designed from a yellow swirl,with a pink outline. Drac looked up, realizing he was now alone, the cavern completely dark and devoid of any circus-related tools or even a tent, he glanced around, shrugged, and stuffed his smaller prize inside his chest of infinite confetti, which then vanished, when he wanted to carry it somehow, he then thought he wanted it again, as it appeared from nowhere, in his arms, the digiegg inside of it, still. He left the sewer system effortlessly, his grin slightly wider than usual.