Nice Day For A Stroll (Kimiko + Scarlet)

As if Kimiko’s day could not have gotten any more worse or bizarre, seemingly from nowhere came a newcomer she assumed was human. It was a little hard to tell given the newcomer’s elaborate choice of outfit.

Kimiko did appreciate the newcomer’s sense of style, but that was where her appreciation ended. The newcomer carried herself like an anime villain, complete with a sneering monologue at Kimiko’s expense.

Kimiko had little patience for it, to put it mildly. The glare she shot the newcomer could have made a charging rhino freeze in its tracks. “How about you bend over, pull that stick out of your arse and use it to fuck yourself, you stupid slag?”

It was not a particularly princess-like manner of speaking. One of the pink blobs, the one that had said ‘wow lady’, burst into laughter at that.

“Never mind, I like this human!” he cried.

The other blob let out a long, weary sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, you would,” he groaned.

“Aren’t you the one who wanted to come out here?” said the other. “Maybe she’s the one you felt like you needed to find.”

His twin looked at Kimiko and tilted his head, blinking again. “I don’t know…”

Kimiko was still horribly confused and weirded out beyond words could explain, but she refused to let it show in front of her new, very much unwanted audience.

“Just tell me where I am,” she demanded of the two blobs with as much fierceness as she could muster.

“Easy there!” said the second blob to speak, raising his hands. “You’re in the Digital World. As for how you got here, well, can’t really explain that one. Humans have a weird habit of just showing up.”

Digital World? That hardly explained anything. It was getting difficult for Kimiko to keep her expression neutral against the rising tide of panic within her.

“Please tell me there’s a way out of here,” she said.

The way the other woman spoke was like some kind of pantomime performance. She was very into her anime villain aesthetic, that much was clear.

Kimiko was not having it. Rage blazed through her hotter than molten magma. How dare this no mark talk down to her and call her a commoner. She had no idea who she was dealing with.

“No, you listen here you fucking worthless windbag!” she yelled even as the other woman continued to rant. “I! Don’t! Care!”

And without thinking she pulled one hand back into a fist and launched it straight at the other woman’s face.

“Yoooooooo!” cheered the pink blob that had said ‘I like this human’, regardless of whether her fist made contact or not.

The other blob meanwhile had turned several shades paler.

“Oh, no,” he murmured. “Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea!”

Kimiko finally realised the other woman was not alone as some kind of dark dragon formed out of nowhere beside her. The burning rage within her suddenly turned to icy cold fear.

Well shit.

Kimiko’s fist was surging towards the other woman when the dragon’s scaly hand blocked it. For a horrible moment that felt like it lasted an eternity, nothing existed to Kimiko but the woman’s dragon. Her heartbeat accelerated and her throat became drier than the Sahara Desert.

Shit, shit, please don’t eat me –

Yet, somehow, the dragon did not bite her head off. Not yet, at least. Kimiko took several steps back.

Maintaining her defiance towards the other woman was difficult when the other woman had an actual freaking dragon by her side. Kimiko swallowed, then balled her fists and did her best to glare despite how she actually felt.

“That’s so edgy you could cut down an entire forest with it,” she spat when the other woman named her dragon.

Apologise to this windbag? As if. Kimiko would sooner bathe in acid.

Then, the other woman turned her attention to the two blobs and outright threatened them.

“Try it!” howled the blob that had cheered Kimiko’s punch.

He hurled himself forward. His twin quickly dived on him and forced him to the ground.

“Shut up, you ingrate!” he snapped.

Kimiko glanced back at them, then at the other woman. Truthfully she could not have cared less if the other woman destroyed the blobs’ home, if they even had one. She doubted the other woman would stop with the blobs, however; Kimiko would undoubtedly be her next target, and as much as Kimiko loathed to admit it, there was not much she could do against a dragon.

“Am I really that interesting to you?” she said. “If I’m so beneath you why do you care? Surely you’ve got better things to do than waste your time with me?”

It pained her to speak of herself in such a lowly manner, but her goal now was to try and get the other woman to go the hell away.

Kimiko’s attempt to get the woman to leave did not work, it seemed, and backfired as the woman’s agreement with her lowly words about herself caused her anger to rise. Her balled fists began to shake.

“What are you talking about?” she demanded. “My Digimon? Speak clearly!”

It was then it dawned on her that one of her dress’s pockets suddenly felt a lot heavier. She pulled out from it a device unlike any she had seen before; it was the size of her phone with a small square screen near its top, black grips, a purple body and bright red buttons.



The device began to beep loudly as two red dots flashed on its screen in the direction of the blobs. One of them was continuing to struggle on the ground and hurl colourful threats while the other did his best to hold him down.

“Ignore him,” huffed the one trying to keep the situation from escalating. “He just wants to fight everyone and everything. It’s not…” He trailed off as he looked back to Kimiko and saw the device. “O-or maybe it is?”

His twin took advantage of his distraction to throw him off. He looked like he was about to lunge again until he saw the device, at which point his eyes widened and he suddenly grabbed his brother.

“You said you felt like there was something you had to find out here!” he cried. He pointed at the device. “And I felt it too! If that’s not it then I don’t know what is!”

The increasingly confused-beyond-words Kimiko had no idea what to say or do. The other woman began her anime villain rambling again and Kimiko narrowed her eyes at her.

We’ll see about that, she thought in response to the woman claiming she could use her, but she remained silent. She really wanted this woman to leave, but she also wanted to get the hell out of this place, leaving her not quite sure what to say at all.

Kimiko’s eyes remained narrowed as she scrutinised the other woman. What the hell was her deal? One minute the woman was talking down to her as though she were less than dirt, the next she was providing her with advice.

Still, Kimiko did not get chance to wonder about this, for the woman’s words left her mind spinning. An entire parallel world full of monsters that could partner with people? She really had stumbled into an anime. And the two blobs were her chosen partners? Her mind reeled like a fishing rod.

This isn’t possible. This is a dream.

When she pinched herself, however, it felt all too real. It was only through a massive force of stubborn willpower that she was not having a panic attack. She refused to do so in front of this stupid slag, no matter how she truly felt.

“Then what are you?” she asked the blobs.

“I’m Motimon,” said the less aggressive of the pair. He held a hand out to his brother. “And this is Motimon.”

The look Kimiko gave him screamed ‘seriously’.

“I am going to have to give you better names,” she remarked, though she was still finding it hard to comprehend that these two creatures were now somehow connected to her.

“There’s a Trailmon station not far from here,” continued the less aggressive of the Motimon twins once the other woman had brought trains up. “We could go there, I suppose – though does that mean we’ll end up in the human world after? Oh, my; I never thought I’d ever get to go there! I don’t know what it’s like at all! Oh, oh, I do hope it’s not too dangerous!”

Kimiko ignored him and fixed the other woman with a glare colder than Arctic wastes as she reached the end of her explanation.

“You can leave now,” she said.