MPC 41 (53X): Meet Your Maker

MPC Name: Surprise! It's Me
MPC Number: 41
Reward Requested: Posts

Alright, look, normally when I post something here, especially from this profile, it's a continuation of the story of Leith Crowther, a cynical college kid who loves metal and hates most everything else on the planet, and Veemon, a happy-go-lucky little digimon who always has his Tamer's back. This is an exception to that rule. Yes, whatever, delete this if you have to since it's not actually a story about Leith and Veemon but, in fact, a story about me. But before you do, consider this claim: it's still relevant. Granted, this post is also batshit crazy and damn-near unbelievable, but I swear to every divine force you can think of that this all happened.

You ever seen Digimon Tamers? The answer is 'yes' because, duh. It's basically that, only for real. You know, like how Digimon is supposed to be just a card game and TV show and, in this case, roleplay site? Well... I'm sure you can see where this is going, but please - I'm begging you - bear with me. I almost don't care if you believe this, but I'm gonna lose my head if I can't write it down and think that at least one other person is with me.

So, here's the deal: I'm asleep in my bed because that's what single, introverted people do when it's night time. Then I'm awoken, and, honestly, I can't really tell you exactly what woke me because I don't know. That's not the important part, though. The important part is what I saw when I opened my eyes: specifically, it was a young man who looked suspiciously like me. I mean, it was scary; he had the same kind of glasses, same hairstyle, same resting pissed-off face, and even was wearing a T-shirt that I owned. If I was a few years younger and inches shorter.. this guy could have been literally me. "We need to talk," was the first thing out of his mouth, and it was in the same kind of stern, insistent voice I would have used to address someone who had seriously wronged me. The worst part? That was my goddamn voice that came out of his mouth.

First thing I did was cover my own mouth to keep from screaming. The second thing was to pull up the sheets real high because- alright, I'll be honest. I sleep without any clothes on, so I was even less thrilled than a normal person might be to be in this situation. "Can we talk when it's not 2:21 in the morning?" was my admittedly pitiful attempt to get out of whatever was coming.

The stranger just grumbled and flipped the light switch in my room. "Now."

That second voice. I'd never heard it out loud before, and yet I recognized it instantly. It was exactly as I'd imagined... In fact, it sounded that way because I imagined it that way. There, standing by the foot of my bed, was him. Veemon. Let me take a second to impress something on you here: in three dimensions - you know, actual reality - he looked way different to my mind than he did when he was just animated. Think about it; imagine if you were walking down the street one day and saw a Growlithe pass by. Would you recognize it as a Growlithe now that its fur was defined, colors reflected the lighting of the environment? I bet you wouldn't, at least right away and perhaps ever. Veemon in reality was the same way.

But let's be honest: he was still freakin' adorable.

Still... he was a digimon standing at the foot of my bed. Can't forget that elephant in the room. "Look do you understand that-" Whatever Leith was thinking, it was interrupted by something he had expected to find beside him but didn't when he looked around. "Vee, where's Shoutmon?" Veemon shrugged. Leith growled. Then Leith threw my door open, and there he was: the most metal dragon in the digiverse, Shoutmon... eating some string cheese.

The dragonoid just shrugged like he didn't understand what was wrong. "I got hungry."

"Now that's my grievance," Veemon spoke up, then, "Why do we need him? Aren't I good enough for Leith alone?"

Oh, boy... so that was what this was about. "I mean... yes, but you're not really a musician, and Leith had no one else to relate to that way, so..." I then raised an eyebrow. "Wait, that's what you're mad about? Not the fact that I killed your first partner offscreen and might still kill you again? Just the Shoutmon thing?"

"I'm not thrilled about that myself," Leith jumped in, then, "Really, you just fucked up the whole way. You made me cynical, into music no one else likes, risk-averse, lazy, antisocial-"

"And if it doesn't work out that way? Hey, and that's not to mention the fact that you ship me and Vee, you fucking weirdo! Like, shit, you didn't even set up any chemistry to back that up!" Even though Leith was obviously angry about this, I don't think Veemon was; he just blushed a little. I frowned and shrugged, for I had no answer. "Hey, how about you, Shout? Tell him what you're pissed about!" To my surprise, Shoutmon's response was the same as Leith's: a casual shrug.

Shoutmon shrugged again. "Nah, I'm good. I mean, you could'a thought o' me earlier or picked me over the blue guy, but, eh, I'll get over it. I'm here now."

"Guys, that's enough. Please?" Well, at least Veemon had my back. "I think we've said enough. Let's just go."

"Wait, hang on. There's one thing I gotta do."  I was horrified when Shoutmon summoned his microphone, but I couldn't get out of bed and stop him because - well, you remember, right? So I couldn't stop Shoutmon from yelling into his mic loud as he could with his, "Gutteral Growl!" ability. I had to cover my ears to avoid total deafness and shut my eyes to brace myself, but he probably woke up the entire goddamn street with that move.

When I finally opened my eyes again, Shoutmon along with the other two were gone.

I guess I could talk about how I had to take the blame and apologize for the noise, but that part isn't really relevant to you all, now, is it? Now, look, I really, really don't want any of this to happen again. Do you think you could just, you know... go a little easier on those guys? Maybe let 'em win the next fight or two? I'm still super freaked out. If you don't believe me, fine - can't blame you. But if I were you, I'd be nice to your characters... just in case. Knowing me - and, therefore, Leith - I'm lucky I made it out of that encounter with all my teeth. Would your character me so passive?

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