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Post by yonnie88 on Mar 22, 2014 6:54:45 GMT
It was a lonely night as usual for Yonnie as he wonders aimlessly around in the forest. When he made it to a clearing, he looked up and saw the full moon high in the sky. He gave off a big sigh as he started to reflect on his life.
Yonnie still couldn’t get over what had happened to the digimon that attacked him. He didn’t have a choice. He had to give in. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be here now. Still, just seeing that digimon laying there, in the exact same position that he was in, weaken and close to death, made him cringed. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was a monster and wanted nothing more than to see his opponent crushed under his feet. He didn’t care that the digimon's scared face was looking up at him. He didn’t realize all of this until he finally gained control again. He looked down in horror at what he done. He ran away and just kept running until he collapsed.
The moment he woke up, Yonnie was in the forest, completely lost. He didn’t mind though. Things would have been better if he remained lost. He began to wish that digimon would have finished him off. Sometimes, he thinks it’ll be easier to let the virus take him over completely. But every time he thinks about this, he remembers the vow that he made back when he was a Tsunomon, to be good and not let the virus overcome him. Even through he did break his vow, there was something inside him, telling him to hold back this virus.
Yonnie sighed and sat down on the ground. He continued to stare at the moon. It seemed to make him feel a bit better, but he still feels great pain inside of him. He continues to keep the virus at bay, but for what cause? Will he find true purpose for staying on the side of good?
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Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Mar 24, 2014 14:35:54 GMT
Tweek needed some time away from his scheming and dirty dealing for a bit, all this grown up work did tax on him after all. So he decided to take a break and go back to being a kid for the time being until his plan started to come to. Of course he could still be dastardly and sly but he wouldn't put too much work into it, especially out here in the woods, just stupid wilds out here.
In fact why did he come out here exactly? It was just wild idiots, and sure pranking them was easy but it wasn't really any fun.
He was in a tree when he saw the weird gabumon like digimon below him, looking down with a curious stare watching it mope about below. It was looking at the moon probably trying to think something deep or some stupid thing like that, so it wasn't a wild. Interesting though, this did put him in quite the position, a lone digi alone in the woods at night, who knows what it could run into?
The answer, probably nothing worse than Tweek
but for now he would just get the mood started, taking a bit of branch and breaking it off quietly to throw it in the bushes to the left of the zoned out creature, hoping to startle it or get it's mind going at least.
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Post by yonnie88 on Mar 24, 2014 17:43:38 GMT
As the BlackGabumon continue to gaze up into the moon, he couldn’t help but let out a small smile. He wasn’t sure why, but just looking at moon gave him some comfort. Maybe it might be because it doesn’t have to worry about an internal struggle going on inside itself. It doesn’t care who would judge it. It can just be up in the sky, minding its own business and not bother anyone. How Yonnie wish he would be just like the moon and not have to worry about the virus fighting inside of him. Alas, he knows that it cannot be so. Still, just watching the moon was enough to calm his nerves.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he thought that he something rustling in the bushes on the left of him. He quickly sat back up, glaring over at the bush where he heard the sound.
“Who’s there?” He said in curious and stern voice.
He was hoping that behind those bushes would be another lost traveler like himself. Most likely, it must be one of the digimon living in the woods. Whether it was friendly or not is a mystery to him. After just going through a fight, he was hoping that he didn’t have to go through another one. Even worse, he doesn’t want to resort to letting the virus overtake him again.
Yonnie wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. He wasn’t afraid, but was very cautious and tense. He wasn’t expecting anyone here at this time of night. As he kept watching the bushes, it wasn’t making any other noises. Perhaps the creature inside left or maybe it wanted him to come closer. He still kept up his guard just in case it suddenly comes out.
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Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Mar 27, 2014 21:13:56 GMT
As he looked to the bushes and waited for something to come out there'd be nothing. No matter how long he watched not another rustle or crash or any sign of anything that was once their being there anymore. In fact the night would become eerily silent. The armor ultimate skilled at stealth and silence as he used his goo form to creep around the trees up above soon tossing another branch into a bush to the right and a bit back before making a sound from over there, adjusting his vocal chords around to match some horrifying beast and for a moment started to make a low growling noise from near the bush before retreating.
If this rookie provided enough entertainment he may not have to kill him later.
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Post by yonnie88 on Mar 28, 2014 5:42:06 GMT
The night had certainly gotten strange. At this point, Yonnie had sat back down and looked up onto the full moon. He occasionally looked over at the bush, still on his guard. Maybe he was only just hearing things. After what happened with the fight earlier, he was still kind of jumpy. All he wanted to do was to lose himself to the moon, drowning his thoughts in the moonlight. He didn’t understand why he would be the one to suffer under this horrible virus inside of him. Perhaps he did something horrible in his previous life? He just didn’t understand it all. But deep inside of him, he wanted to make friends. He wanted people to like him, but would that be possible? Would be worth it to try?
His thoughts were interrupted again when he heard something from the bushes on his right. He thought he might be just hearing things again and decided to ignore it, but now this time, there was a low growling sound. He quickly got up again. Maybe there was something out there after all. Are there more creatures hiding out there. Maybe he was surrounded. He quickly shook his head. He was starting to get paranoid. Either it was because of what happened earlier or maybe because something was really out there. He just didn’t want to stay in this forest any longer. Perhaps it was time to move on and continue his travels.
As was walking through the wood, he kept his guard up. He had been lost in these woods for quite some time before. All the trees look exactly the same, so he would scratch on the trees that he passed to make sure that he wouldn’t go around in circles. He just hoped that he would get out of here soon and be on his way. He had heard that these woods were haunted, but wasn’t sure if he completely believed it. He looked up to the moon, being covered up by some of the tree branches. If he could just leave these woods and find a better, safer place to watch it, he would be relieved.
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Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Apr 2, 2014 14:01:00 GMT
This was starting to get fun for little Tweek. He could tell his prey was getting scared, the tell tale signs of paranoia starting to appear in the gabu lookalike.
It then seemed his prey was on the move, was he really that scared? Well no matter, Tweek would follow for now keeping up in the branches and observing for a while. It didn't take long to realize the gabumon was marking the trees, which gave him sort of a devious idea. Oh messing with this guy was about to get a lot more fun.
The slime creature went ahead a bit but made sure to keep track of the blackgabumon still, he didn't want to loose him especially with what was about to happen. Then changing his hand to be shaped just like that claw he'd seen on the gabumon earlier he'd start putting scratches in the trees nearly identical to the gabumon's trail markers, He'd continue to do this on a few trees before hiding again to see how his new plaything would react.
Oh nothing like the smell of paranoia.
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Post by yonnie88 on Apr 5, 2014 6:26:50 GMT
The hours seemed to have been slowly crawling by as the lonely BlackGabumon was trying to find the light at the end of these dark, miserable woods. Yonnie’s mood was feeling quite low and staying here longer wasn’t helping things much. Even worse, he can feel a slight tingling sensation on his back. His black fur pelt helped keep away the cold, but he still couldn’t rid of that small shivering feeling. It might be that he was feeling like he was being watched from somewhere. He had that feeling for quite some time now and no matter what he did, it wasn’t going away. The sooner he got out of the forest, the better for him, and his mood.
After quite a while of walking, he reached a thick set of trees that is blocking his path. Yonnie sighed deeply and is now forced to turn around and find another path out of the forest. Fortunately, he had scratched the trunk of all the trees that he passed along the way. He did that so he didn’t get turned around and come back to places he’s been already. He would just have to follow his scratches and find another path to get to the exit. He turned and did just that.
After he followed the path, what Yonnie saw shocked him. There were trees all around him with claw markings that he didn’t make. How could this have happened? Were these woods really haunted by a ghost? Or, mostly likely, someone was just messing with him. Whatever the reason is for this, he was now convinced that someone was following him. He wasn’t sure why this person was doing this. His self-esteem was low enough as it is. He just needed to get out of these woods as soon as possible. He let out a low growl and pressed forward, hoping that this path will take him out of the woods.
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Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Apr 8, 2014 17:36:29 GMT
The poor fool had no clue he was being toyed with by a creature such as Tweek, not until he saw those claw marks, thought why did he seem so surprised seeing them?
they were near perfect imitations how was the creature able to tell they were different from the ones he marked? Or was he just surprised to see so many, that may be the case, either way he now knew something was out there and this is where the real fun would begin, the paranoia would only get better from here on out.
Tweek continued to slither among the tree branches watching his prey now that he'd seen the scratches and oh did it feel great to see such looks on peoples faces. He'd missed pulling harmless pranks though killing could be just as fun, it just felt so great to get back to his roots.
He'd track the path of the gabu a bit longer before going ahead a bit and changing his arm, forming and hardening it into a blade and using it to slice almost clear though a tree to the point where it wouldn't require much to topple it, then he'd wait for the creature to get near enough hand give it a little push, sending it crashing to the ground, probably a bit in front of him if tweek's guesses were right, hopefully it didn't crush him then he'd have to find a new plaything.
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Post by yonnie88 on Apr 9, 2014 4:19:24 GMT
Yonnie kept trekking across the woods, still not seeing an end in sight. This whole night had been quite frustrating to him. After all of the strange things that had been happening to him, he was sure there was someone out there. He wasn’t sure of their true intentions and how they were doing all of this. Trying to figure this was just so tiring from him. That and the fact that he was walking all night was making his eyelids heavy. He really needed to leave this place and find a place to rest. He can still feel his patience being tested with these mysterious occurrences. He normally had a lot of it, but now he wasn’t sure how he would contain his anger for long.
The BlackGabumon stopped suddenly and looked around. He thought he heard a sound from the distance. Something that sounded like...He looked over and saw a large tree falling down towards him. As soon as he saw it, he leaped forward, nearly escaping being crushed. He slowly got up and dusted off the dirt. He walked over at the trunk of the tree, inspecting it. It seems that the tree had been cleanly cut, no doubt by the person that was stalking him. This made Yonnie give out a loud, threating growl. Now his patience was all but gone. He wanted to find the creature that was doing this and get them to stop. He was tired and wasn’t in the mood to tolerate being annoyed for their amusement. He stared over in the direction the tree fell from, yelling over at the darkness.
“Alright! Come out of there! I know you’re out there! Why don’t you come out and face me instead of hiding like a coward!?”
He could hardly believe that he said that, but it was how he was feeling. His anger was nearly reaching his boiling point. He could barely maintain the virus trying to crawl its way out of him, but what was the point. If was destined only to be poked fun of like a freakish monster, then what’s the point of fighting it. If virus does take him over, he knew he would go berserk and destroy the whole forest and anyone in his way just get to person messing with him. He hoped beyond hope that it didn’t have to come to that, but what else was he going to do? Would just be best to let the virus take him over again? He just wasn’t sure anymore.
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Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Apr 14, 2014 20:52:49 GMT
Finally! It took that dork of a digimon long enough to finally say something! Quite the mistake around tweek, because a creature that had full freedom of form could not only mimic outsides but insides, including vocal chords, and with all his practice all he had to do now was heard a voice and he knew how to adjust.
So now even more mind freaking could begin, and he'd start with the good o'll echo trick. At first his words would sound like an echo in the dark and hollow forest but after a time it would become more apparent it was a voice on it's own... "Coward?! Coward?! Coward?! Coward?! Coward?! Coward?!", It originally got quieter but got louder and louder again as he slithered though the wood around his plaything the sound seeming to come from a different place each time it was said, but how was it begin said in his voice?! It got louder slowly seeming to call out at him before stopping.
Would he be freaked out by his own voice? usually they were but this digimon was interesting it had somehow known about the scratch marks, and it seemed more angry than scared. But then again anger was a symptom of paranoia.
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Post by yonnie88 on Apr 15, 2014 9:10:03 GMT
Yonnie watched intently into the darkness, waiting for the person that had been stalking him to finally show his face. Alas, just as he figured, he didn’t want to come out. This was making the BlackGabumon’s blood boil. This creature didn’t have the nerve to give him a proper challenge. It seems that he was determined to keep following Yonnie and play more mind tricks on him. He had just wanted to be out of these woods and away from all this nonsense.
After all of the other strange things that happened to Yonnie tonight, what would happen next would be the strangest. After he yelled out, he heard the echo of the last word that he said. This didn’t seem unusual at first. He was in a hollow area of trees after all. Then as he kept hearing the echo, it started to act strange. It was going longer than it should, and what’s more, it seems like it was making echoes of its own. Yonnie stepped back a bit and looked around, hearing his many echoes coming from all directions, growing louder and louder. The echoes wouldn’t let up. It was like they were mocking him. Could the stalker have the ability to mimic his voice? At this point, he didn’t care. He just wanted it all to stop. The Gabumon covered his ears and fell down on to his knees.
“Stop it! Stop it! Please stop!” Yonnie yelled out to the sky at the echoes, even though they don’t seem like they would listen.
Even covering his eyes, the BlackGabumon can still hear the echoes loud and clear in his mind. The real echoes seemed to have stopped, but they continue to go non-stop in his mind. It was like the virus were creating those same echoes, but why? Maybe it was telling him something. It was telling him to give in. The echoes won’t stop unless he gives in and let it take over. He could destroy the forest, setting it ablaze and eliminating his stalker. It would be so much easier than trying to fight it. What was the point of it all? Why fight it? He could just set the whole world on fire while he at it. It feels like his mind was about to snap. The stalker was going to get what he wanted and finally break him.
Suddenly, an image of him as a Tsunomon came into mind. Yonnie watched as the digimon he had bullied stayed away from him, leaving him all alone. He hated that feeling more than anything. It was then that he vowed to keep his virus in check. He wanted to have friends. He wanted to have people like. He wanted to feel like he would made a difference to someone’s life. If he gave in, he wouldn’t be able to do that.
He focused as hard as could, trying to drown out the constant echoes. He kept telling himself that he needed to push the virus back. It couldn’t beat him. It never will. Soon enough, the echoes in his mind finally stopped. The Gabumon stood back on his feet, taking a few deep breathes. It took a while, but he calmed down. He was still a bit shaken, though he was mostly tired. He would just have to keep moving, hoping this time he would find a way out.
After some time of walking, he could see a faint light through a few trees. Could this be? He rushed over and moved past the trees. Behind them, the thick groves of trees were finally gone, with a large meadow in its place. Yonnie finally made it out of the woods at long last. He hope that he would lose his stalker at long last. Thinking about it now, he wonder how he was able to do things he did. How could he make those scratches on the trees identical to his or mimic his voice. Yonnie was much too tired to think any more on this subject. Right now, he would have to find a nice, safe place to sleep. He looked up at the moon again. He was relieved that it was there. Now he could watch it until sleep took him over. He wandered forward, hoping to but all that had happened today behind him.
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