MPC 44B - Debauchery (But I haven't Colored It Yet)
Oct 9, 2017 22:39:30 GMT
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Oct 9, 2017 22:39:30 GMT
MPC #44 Prompt: Monster Mash
Word Requirement: 1500
Participants: M E
Reward: Posts, please.
I also apologize in advance because I have nOT WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN A YEAR.
It was a night most foul. A night most…unlucky. Why, it was actually Friday the 13th.
...Coolmon had no idea how she got to the streets of Shibuya, but man, was it a really spooky night. Dark, too. Like, were the lights always off in the suburbs? Was it always this empty? There wasn't really any way of knowing, truth be told! But! There was one consolation.
No human worth their salt was out tonight, so it was literally just Coolmon's smooth pink hide and the crickets!
Speaking of crickets, one spoke to Coolmon. As crickets do. "Pssst. Hey. Girlie. Why ya out here?" It inquired, as crickets do.
"Uhhhh. I...kinda got lost here and I'm noticing it's a nice night out and also there's no one else here. So I kinda wanted to go see what's up here since I never actually go out anywhere."
"Well, ya boy ol' Cricketmon, master bowler...has some words for ya. Get outta here. Get outta here fast. Hide in a dumpster, just don't be here in half an hour! For it's their night."
"Their?" Coolmon gulped. "Their...The Ferocious Four." Cricketmon, who...really just looked like a regular cricket, only inflated in both ego and wearing some weird hat that Coolmon could not for the life of her identify, explained. "Four dastardly creatures that seek only one thing on this dreaded night of the 13th!"
"A night of debauchery and trick or treat?"
"No, to be the single spookiest foursome on the block. Besides, Trick or Treat's on the thirty first, you pink dork. BUT THAT'S NOT MY POINT AT ALL! RUN!"
Now, under all circumstances, with Coolmon's level being taken into mind, any sane person would've ran. Probably to a pizzeria but who has those in frickin' SHIBUYA of all places? Like, come on! But. You also need to remember.
This is Coolmon.
Coolmon.
You know, the one Cutemon with a spine. The one who doesn't back down from jack squat.
Be it Dobermon. Be it the crippling inevitability of stagnation and deletion. Neither of them would she back down from.
“Yeah, uh. Against all better judgement, I wholeheartedly refuse.”
“But...Why? This is supposed to be a scary sto-...” “Because I’M HECKIN’ COOLMON! AND COOLMON DOESN’T BACK DOWN FROM A CHALLENGE!” “But THIS ISN’T A CHALLENGE, THIS IS A WARNING!” “IT’S A CHALLENGE AND I’M GONNA FIGHT THESE FURRY THINGS.”
“BUT YOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH POWER FOR THAT!” “TOO LATE!”
With a shout and a laugh, Coolmon ran off into the night! Poor Cricketmon was a bit too slow.
And Coolmon ran, and ran...Until she got so tired she basically flopped over like a poor man eating too much Taco Bell. Either way, the rookie was panting in some clearly defined exhaustion. Running was haaaaard.
Then, she heard it.
A sound, a voice, a clown…? No, it wasn’t a clown but it was still a voice regardless. “CAN’T A PIRATE PLUNDER IN FRAGGING PEACE?”
“FANGMON, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH. COME HELP ME.”
“A CURSE BE ON YOUR DAMNED SOUL, WARUMONZAEMON.”
“Wha.”
“SABLEDRAMON, NO. GET OUT OF THE OVEN. THAT’S INNAPPROPRIATE.”
“DINE ON MY FINELY TOASTED CHICKEN LEGS, WARUMONZAEMON.”
Where on earth were all of these voices coming from? They all had to be champion levels or above, at least...It was so weird hearing things that you couldn’t see. But. Coolmon got up. Coolmon looked around. Coolmon saw...nothing.
Until a clawed...gauntlet set it’s grip upon her head. It lifted her up and turned her around. Coolmon then could see…
...This was a brown Warumonzaemon. But instead of a single claw it had...two. And a bladed top hat. “WHO THE BZZZT ARE YOU?”
“...What.”
“WHAT.”
“WHAT?!”
“I SAID WHO ARE YOU.”
“...ULTRASONIC WAVE!” Coolmon shouted as she emitted the single most high pitched scream she could, a scream with was promptly returned with the WaruMonzaemon letting out an “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
This collision of screaming was so loud...so unbearable...That every bit of glass that was in the street they were on? It shattered. So much glass. Oof. Soo much. Coolmon had made the mistake of closing her eyes, so when she felt the ground suddenly, it was a start! She opened them to find that she was...not being held anymore. And that the brown WaruMonzaemon had gone away...Somehow. “...HEY! PIRATE GUY! BIRD GAL! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?”
“FOR THE LAST TIME I’M TRYING TO PLU-...”
...There was a moment of silence before a POOF of black smoke erupted in front of Coolmon. It was enough to make her wobble back a little as the resident of this big black smoke showed himself.
A very foxy, musclebound, leatherbound, toothy and very livid Fangmon. “YOU’RE NOT THE BZZZTBOY. GOOD. THAT WAS WARUMONZAEMON. HE IS ON A QUEST FOR SOME DUMB THING CALLED DEBAUCHERY. DOES IT EVERY YEAR. ON THIS DAY. EVEN IF IT’S A FRIDAY OR NOT.”
“But...Why?”
“HECK IF I KNOW. HE TRIED GETTING ME AND TWO OTHERS TO JOIN HIM FOR LIKE THE PAST TWO YEARS, BUT HE’S FAILED. HE ALSO BURNED MY FOREST DOWN WITH AN ARMY OF SKELETONS. BUT HE HAS ONE VERY SPECIFIC WEAKNESS THAT I DOUBT ANYONE HERE ACTUALLY HAS GIVEN HOW EVERY SINGLE DIGIMON THAT RESIDES IN SHIBUYA FOR WHATEVER REASON HAS EVERYTHING SHORT OF A DARN METEOR OR ACTUAL HOLY ATTACKS.”
“...What is it?”
“HOLY PIZZA.”
“...What?”
“YOU HEARD ME RIGHT. HOLY PIZZA.”
“But...That’s so dumb!”
“I KNOW. IT’S SO DUMB THAT NOBODY WOULD’VE THOUGHT OF IT. COULD ALSO JUST USE A HEALING SPELL ON HIM. THAT SETS HIM ON FIRE.”
“But how do I know if any of this is correct?” “YES. NOW I MUST GO. I HAVE A HEADLESS RABBIT TO SWINDLE.”
“BUT WAI-” “ISAIDI’MGOING.”
And with a BIG POOF OF SMOKE….the foxy Fangmon faded away. But with some parting words added, too.
“YOU COULD ALSO LURE HIM TO A WOMAN’S BATHROOM.”
...It was at this moment that Coolmon was just -done.- Absolutely hecking done.
She spent the next few hours wandering Shibuya coming up with a master plan.
...Leave bait. She left bait of all kinds everywhere, from pizza, to some questionably acquired merchandise from a pizzeria, to the only thing a bear would actually fall for, and that was a picnic basket.
Little did Coolmon know that by acquiring all of this via increasingly questionable means like robbing the game shop, she ended up angering something else.
...Well, not really something else. It was just WaruMonzaemon, and this was shown when Coolmon had finished laying her traps.
“ENRAGEMENT CHILD YOU FRIDGE-GUZZLING SOCK. YOU HAVE RUINED THE SANCTITY OF THIS SPOOKY NIGHT IN FAVOR OF YOUR BURGLARIES, AND AS SUCH I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO CONTINUE.”
“...What were you even doing in the first place?” “TRYING TO SPOOK THIS DARN SUBURB.”
“...By having a night of debauchery?” “NO. WHEN DID I EVEN INSINUATE THAT.”
“But…”
In order to save the people who might be forced to read this some very valuable time and some even more valuable brain cells, WaruMonzaemon wound up giving up the chore that was trying to spook Shibuya...Which was suffering a pretty bad power outage on account of some dummy trying to charge his laptop at the power plant or whatever...And instead spent the 13th giving a Cutemon a lecture on why burglary is actually really, really scummy. So, the real question is. There was something bad that was supposed to show up tonight. What was it? It certainly wasn’t this WaruMonzaemon, and we all know that Coolmon wouldn’t intentionally hurt a fly!
Well.
It was actually a quartet of WereGarurumon. One regular. One X. One Black...And one off because he was sick.
Unfortunately none of them could actually show up for some reason. Cricketmon never knew why.
Fangmon and Sabledramon did their things in peace...Though a few brows were raised when, at 5:30, a voice began to scream about it’s head being gone. And would not stop up till 6 am.
It was a really, really weird night and it’s probably best that nobody ever speak of this again, for who knows if the spookiness will truly stop?
Also, Coolmon still has no idea how she wound up in Shibuya again. Please forgive her.
She does have a cool costume in mind for the actual day of Halloween, though. “...I’m gonna dress up as the YOU’RE TEARING ME APART, LISA, guy.”
“TOO SCARY.”
“JUST AWFUL.”
“YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS. COME ON.”
“MY HEAD IS GONE.”
“...Oh. Okay…”
Maybe some reconsideration was required but it certainly was not right now.
All one needed to do was forget this ever happened, truth be told. Coolmon didn’t really know how she was gonna go and get this all done and fixed up in her head but she had to figure out some way…
...And then she did. Like Derry fading away from the memories of some losers, the memories of the 13th faded away like dust in the wind.
Word Requirement: 1500
Participants: M E
Reward: Posts, please.
I also apologize in advance because I have nOT WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN A YEAR.
It was a night most foul. A night most…unlucky. Why, it was actually Friday the 13th.
...Coolmon had no idea how she got to the streets of Shibuya, but man, was it a really spooky night. Dark, too. Like, were the lights always off in the suburbs? Was it always this empty? There wasn't really any way of knowing, truth be told! But! There was one consolation.
No human worth their salt was out tonight, so it was literally just Coolmon's smooth pink hide and the crickets!
Speaking of crickets, one spoke to Coolmon. As crickets do. "Pssst. Hey. Girlie. Why ya out here?" It inquired, as crickets do.
"Uhhhh. I...kinda got lost here and I'm noticing it's a nice night out and also there's no one else here. So I kinda wanted to go see what's up here since I never actually go out anywhere."
"Well, ya boy ol' Cricketmon, master bowler...has some words for ya. Get outta here. Get outta here fast. Hide in a dumpster, just don't be here in half an hour! For it's their night."
"Their?" Coolmon gulped. "Their...The Ferocious Four." Cricketmon, who...really just looked like a regular cricket, only inflated in both ego and wearing some weird hat that Coolmon could not for the life of her identify, explained. "Four dastardly creatures that seek only one thing on this dreaded night of the 13th!"
"A night of debauchery and trick or treat?"
"No, to be the single spookiest foursome on the block. Besides, Trick or Treat's on the thirty first, you pink dork. BUT THAT'S NOT MY POINT AT ALL! RUN!"
Now, under all circumstances, with Coolmon's level being taken into mind, any sane person would've ran. Probably to a pizzeria but who has those in frickin' SHIBUYA of all places? Like, come on! But. You also need to remember.
This is Coolmon.
Coolmon.
You know, the one Cutemon with a spine. The one who doesn't back down from jack squat.
Be it Dobermon. Be it the crippling inevitability of stagnation and deletion. Neither of them would she back down from.
“Yeah, uh. Against all better judgement, I wholeheartedly refuse.”
“But...Why? This is supposed to be a scary sto-...” “Because I’M HECKIN’ COOLMON! AND COOLMON DOESN’T BACK DOWN FROM A CHALLENGE!” “But THIS ISN’T A CHALLENGE, THIS IS A WARNING!” “IT’S A CHALLENGE AND I’M GONNA FIGHT THESE FURRY THINGS.”
“BUT YOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH POWER FOR THAT!” “TOO LATE!”
With a shout and a laugh, Coolmon ran off into the night! Poor Cricketmon was a bit too slow.
And Coolmon ran, and ran...Until she got so tired she basically flopped over like a poor man eating too much Taco Bell. Either way, the rookie was panting in some clearly defined exhaustion. Running was haaaaard.
Then, she heard it.
A sound, a voice, a clown…? No, it wasn’t a clown but it was still a voice regardless. “CAN’T A PIRATE PLUNDER IN FRAGGING PEACE?”
“FANGMON, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH. COME HELP ME.”
“A CURSE BE ON YOUR DAMNED SOUL, WARUMONZAEMON.”
“Wha.”
“SABLEDRAMON, NO. GET OUT OF THE OVEN. THAT’S INNAPPROPRIATE.”
“DINE ON MY FINELY TOASTED CHICKEN LEGS, WARUMONZAEMON.”
Where on earth were all of these voices coming from? They all had to be champion levels or above, at least...It was so weird hearing things that you couldn’t see. But. Coolmon got up. Coolmon looked around. Coolmon saw...nothing.
Until a clawed...gauntlet set it’s grip upon her head. It lifted her up and turned her around. Coolmon then could see…
...This was a brown Warumonzaemon. But instead of a single claw it had...two. And a bladed top hat. “WHO THE BZZZT ARE YOU?”
“...What.”
“WHAT.”
“WHAT?!”
“I SAID WHO ARE YOU.”
“...ULTRASONIC WAVE!” Coolmon shouted as she emitted the single most high pitched scream she could, a scream with was promptly returned with the WaruMonzaemon letting out an “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
This collision of screaming was so loud...so unbearable...That every bit of glass that was in the street they were on? It shattered. So much glass. Oof. Soo much. Coolmon had made the mistake of closing her eyes, so when she felt the ground suddenly, it was a start! She opened them to find that she was...not being held anymore. And that the brown WaruMonzaemon had gone away...Somehow. “...HEY! PIRATE GUY! BIRD GAL! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?”
“FOR THE LAST TIME I’M TRYING TO PLU-...”
...There was a moment of silence before a POOF of black smoke erupted in front of Coolmon. It was enough to make her wobble back a little as the resident of this big black smoke showed himself.
A very foxy, musclebound, leatherbound, toothy and very livid Fangmon. “YOU’RE NOT THE BZZZTBOY. GOOD. THAT WAS WARUMONZAEMON. HE IS ON A QUEST FOR SOME DUMB THING CALLED DEBAUCHERY. DOES IT EVERY YEAR. ON THIS DAY. EVEN IF IT’S A FRIDAY OR NOT.”
“But...Why?”
“HECK IF I KNOW. HE TRIED GETTING ME AND TWO OTHERS TO JOIN HIM FOR LIKE THE PAST TWO YEARS, BUT HE’S FAILED. HE ALSO BURNED MY FOREST DOWN WITH AN ARMY OF SKELETONS. BUT HE HAS ONE VERY SPECIFIC WEAKNESS THAT I DOUBT ANYONE HERE ACTUALLY HAS GIVEN HOW EVERY SINGLE DIGIMON THAT RESIDES IN SHIBUYA FOR WHATEVER REASON HAS EVERYTHING SHORT OF A DARN METEOR OR ACTUAL HOLY ATTACKS.”
“...What is it?”
“HOLY PIZZA.”
“...What?”
“YOU HEARD ME RIGHT. HOLY PIZZA.”
“But...That’s so dumb!”
“I KNOW. IT’S SO DUMB THAT NOBODY WOULD’VE THOUGHT OF IT. COULD ALSO JUST USE A HEALING SPELL ON HIM. THAT SETS HIM ON FIRE.”
“But how do I know if any of this is correct?” “YES. NOW I MUST GO. I HAVE A HEADLESS RABBIT TO SWINDLE.”
“BUT WAI-” “ISAIDI’MGOING.”
And with a BIG POOF OF SMOKE….the foxy Fangmon faded away. But with some parting words added, too.
“YOU COULD ALSO LURE HIM TO A WOMAN’S BATHROOM.”
...It was at this moment that Coolmon was just -done.- Absolutely hecking done.
She spent the next few hours wandering Shibuya coming up with a master plan.
...Leave bait. She left bait of all kinds everywhere, from pizza, to some questionably acquired merchandise from a pizzeria, to the only thing a bear would actually fall for, and that was a picnic basket.
Little did Coolmon know that by acquiring all of this via increasingly questionable means like robbing the game shop, she ended up angering something else.
...Well, not really something else. It was just WaruMonzaemon, and this was shown when Coolmon had finished laying her traps.
“ENRAGEMENT CHILD YOU FRIDGE-GUZZLING SOCK. YOU HAVE RUINED THE SANCTITY OF THIS SPOOKY NIGHT IN FAVOR OF YOUR BURGLARIES, AND AS SUCH I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO CONTINUE.”
“...What were you even doing in the first place?” “TRYING TO SPOOK THIS DARN SUBURB.”
“...By having a night of debauchery?” “NO. WHEN DID I EVEN INSINUATE THAT.”
“But…”
In order to save the people who might be forced to read this some very valuable time and some even more valuable brain cells, WaruMonzaemon wound up giving up the chore that was trying to spook Shibuya...Which was suffering a pretty bad power outage on account of some dummy trying to charge his laptop at the power plant or whatever...And instead spent the 13th giving a Cutemon a lecture on why burglary is actually really, really scummy. So, the real question is. There was something bad that was supposed to show up tonight. What was it? It certainly wasn’t this WaruMonzaemon, and we all know that Coolmon wouldn’t intentionally hurt a fly!
Well.
It was actually a quartet of WereGarurumon. One regular. One X. One Black...And one off because he was sick.
Unfortunately none of them could actually show up for some reason. Cricketmon never knew why.
Fangmon and Sabledramon did their things in peace...Though a few brows were raised when, at 5:30, a voice began to scream about it’s head being gone. And would not stop up till 6 am.
It was a really, really weird night and it’s probably best that nobody ever speak of this again, for who knows if the spookiness will truly stop?
Also, Coolmon still has no idea how she wound up in Shibuya again. Please forgive her.
She does have a cool costume in mind for the actual day of Halloween, though. “...I’m gonna dress up as the YOU’RE TEARING ME APART, LISA, guy.”
“TOO SCARY.”
“JUST AWFUL.”
“YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS. COME ON.”
“MY HEAD IS GONE.”
“...Oh. Okay…”
Maybe some reconsideration was required but it certainly was not right now.
All one needed to do was forget this ever happened, truth be told. Coolmon didn’t really know how she was gonna go and get this all done and fixed up in her head but she had to figure out some way…
...And then she did. Like Derry fading away from the memories of some losers, the memories of the 13th faded away like dust in the wind.
