Ask the Strangest Digimon this side of the Digital World!

The chatroom quickly turned back to normal, only for a new message from Haphasmon to appear. Miyako snickered and sat in front of her computer. She couldn’t deal with that little guy, throwing a fit like that.

♥Miyako♥: what are you talking about???? of course u aren’t (＠＾０＾)

It took minutes for him to reply. Unusual - he’s always been so needy, if he missed her so much, why would he ignore her like that? Was it on purpose? Well, too bad for him. Miyako had her adorable darling Poromon, who took a nap next to her and gasped in surprise when she took him in her arms and hugged him.

But, after a short moment, that quiet chime coming from the computer speakers notified a new message in the chatroom, this time attached to that little creature made of only a few bits she’d come to associate with Haphasmon. Her mood quickly perked up.

♥Miyako♥: why don’t you ask that yourself??? you were the one who was so desperate that you sent little sword to my desktop and then decided to take your sweet time to reply  ಠ▃ಠ

♥Miyako♥: *swords

♥Miyako♥: anyway i’m a v busy woman and i was v busy today

♥Miyako♥: my parents made me work at their convenience store and i was stuck there for hours （；´д｀)

♥Miyako♥: so booooooooooooooooooring 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

And out of nowhere, the subject turned to food. Her friend wouldn’t normally change it that quickly, but it didn’t really surprise her. He was a digimon, of course he’d want to talk about food. These guys seemed to have a black hole for a stomach - her endless shifts at I-Mart were proof of it.

She was still miffed by not being able to properly complain about her troubles, though.

♥Miyako♥: heeeey don’t go changing the subject like that!!!! (╯▔皿▔)╯

♥Miyako♥: i’m not done talking about my day!!!!!! (╯▔皿▔)╯

♥Miyako♥: you glutton (；⌣̀_⌣́)

♥Miyako♥: i’ve had omelet for lunch btw

♥Miyako♥: my oldest sister made for us 

♥Miyako♥: i wouldn’t tell her but it was nice to have something homemade for lunch ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒☆

“Omelet.” He seemed to ignore her anger for ignoring her messages, instead focused on what she described. Or, well, maybe not described so much as just mentioned. There was a long pause- Longer than one or two minutes- Probably five. Finally, he seemed to respond.

“What is an ‘Omelet.’ What is it made out of. What does it taste like. I must imagine it would most likely taste delectable.” Another long pause. Almost like Halphasmon was thinking. Thinking hard about what he was going to be saying next. 

“However, anything would most likely taste better than the bone I am tossed in here on occasion.” Another picture of what appears to be a Digimon-like sprite dreaming about food with an ‘upset cloud’ above its head. Probably Halphasmon frustrated about how hungry he is? Or. . . Well, it’s a little vague, but so far, what hasn’t been a little vague about this strange creature behind her screen?

“It has been approximately one billion, two hundred and sixty-two million, two hundred and seventy-eight thousand and eighty seconds since I was placed in here. Soon to be one billion, two hundred and sixty-two million, two hundred and seventy-eight thousand and eighty-nine seconds.” He seemed to drop from nowhere. 

School day went as usual, if not a little boring. And there were also no missions for her and Hawkmon in the Digital World, no one who needed a plucky girl with her mighty warrior for a partner to help rebuilding a once prosperous town of Floramon.

There was just one thing left for her: helping at I-Mart, her family’s convenience store. It was a good excuse to procrastinate from homework, yes, but she had better things to do. Electronics to take apart and build up again, programs to program, forums to read and find out why her programs aren’t working…

And that little digimon buddy who’s been chatting with her through her computer.

The way they communicated had a strange similarity to certain digimon she and her friends once fought. Were they a threat? Were they trying to hack Miyako’s computer and attack the Real World?

But as time passed, she noticed it was just a poor digimon looking for company, for help, and for food. Was it so wrong to befriend them?

So, everyday, she’d go home from school and talk to her unusual friend. Except this time, she was taking a little more time than usual.

Hours of endless customer attending later, Miyako could finally check on her digimon pal.

Her computer was on, did she forget to turn it off? Her parents would surely be mad at her. But on the screen was the usual chatroom, devolving into Sword Forms, impeding her from reading and writing properly.

- Eh? Halphasmon?

She got an almost instant response with her message.

“Thank Yggdrasil. I’m not alone.” The Digimon had an odd habit of not using any sort of punctuation other than periods- An odd choice that almost gives the tone of his messages a strange monotone and/or melancholy feel to them. Another few minutes passed by, before another message popped up. “What had took you so long. What could possibly be more important than this.” Halphas sent, along with a picture of what appears to be an angry little pixel creature with angry ‘puff’ clouds emerging from their head. As they’ve talked, the Digimon had taken up the habit of sending these little animated pictures to display his emotions due to his odd habit of writing. 

“I’m hungry and thirsty. What are you eating today.” The conversation almost seemed to shift with little to no regard for letting Miyako answer. It was like his mind didn’t think from A to B to C anymore- Almost like it flitted from one thing to the other. It was alright when it was a few days apart, but now, it almost seemed. . . Manic.  Whatever could’ve been done to Halphas to reduce his thinking to such a degree?

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The sound of chains clinked together as Halphasmon, covered in layer upon layer of Adamantine Digizoid Chains, hung upside down from the ceiling. A little crack in the smooth, white gray floor, slightly opened by a singular feather, was all he had to look at. 

There was a door on one of these walls, but it blended in so well that all he had to look at was just a darkened, white-gray metal room. All six side surrounding him looked exactly the same. 

A starter between @glassesandpassion’s Miyako and Halphasmon.

The human’s computer lit up, data traveling from the deepest, darkest recesses of the Digital World to Miyako’s own PC. After a few moments of loading, a new chat message finally lit up across the screen: “Miyako Inoue. Are you there.” The message read out. There’s a good few minutes of pause, before another message popped up. A rarity, considering who this is coming from.  “I have widened the gap in my room with a feather. I can now send more messages.” Another few minute pause. The three little dots near the bottom of this rather strange chatroom continued to sit there for about ten minutes before another message finally came through. 

“I’m hungry.” It finally responded. Another few minutes passed.

If this Digimon was trying to be stealthy at all, the distinct rattling of metal chains made any attempt a resounding failure. It didn’t take Symbare’s keen hearing to sense the strange knight’s presence from a mile away, so as soon as he realized Halphasmon was headed straight for him, he still had plenty of time to prepare.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the guy, though.

“What…” He blinked, having come to a halt right after turning away from his table to meet his unexpected guest. “Who… are you?”

Halphas’ glowing red eye, stationed within the hole of his helm, stared right back at the gigantic, humanoid rabbit digimon. He made nary a sound, chains rattling and clinking together as he approaches the food Cashmere was preparing. 

He didn’t care what it was. Honestly, he probably would’ve eaten rotted flesh at this point. Reaching down, he grabbed the food, the beaked point in his helmet opening up to reveal a row of meat tearing teeth lined throughout it. He quickly tore a gigantic chunk out of the meal the poor Symbare-Angoramon had prepared with seemingly little regard for manners. It was almost savage, watching him consume his food. 

Though his arms were chained together, not allowing for more wider movements, he still continued to rip and tear into the meal until it was all gone. With a sigh, his stomach finally full after what felt like eons, he shambled to the opposite end of the room, placed his back on a nearby tree and slid down onto the ground.

@digital-oddballs reblogged this for a starter! (for Impmon and Cazzie)

”Watchit, delivery coming through!” Running through the streets of this busy village, a DORUmon carrying a large bag made of a mix of plant material and leather moves to take the least crowded paths. She had an important delivery to make, and she was determined to get to where it was she needed to get to, though she was still gonna try and be respectful of anyone near the path.

She was about almost halfway to where she was trying to arrive at when…some purple gremlin-looking weirdo Digimon collides with her, sending her sprawling across the ground. “Wh-what the-excuse me, but this isn’t a road for public loitering.” she says in an irritated tone, shooting the stranger a dirty look as she picked herself back up and looked around for her. Was it just her, or…was that punk familiar or something?

Impmon was having a pretty decent day, all things considered

🐤 (chronotimehat)

Hatty looked confused, she never thought to put metal things into the explode box before. She already liked this new tame friend she had he was so smart! But, he didn’t seem to want to see the explosion as he was hiding away. That was dumb! How could you miss the best part? Looking at the explosion unfold was the most pure form of entertainment in the universe. Least for Hatty.

“Hey, why are you hiding? You’re gonna miss it!”

Hatty didn’t know about why you shouldn’t put metal in microwaves. She didn’t know any better, so she went over to where Impmon was and gently picked him up before heading back towards the box. Completly unaware of what was about to happen to the two of them when the box exploded. Hatty only wanted to share this wonderful explosion with someone! It was so much fun!

The sheer joy Impmon had was suddenly transformed into 100% pure panic as the dumb kid thought it was a great idea to bring over a microwave practically full to bursting with metal objects over to the Imp. He could tolerate her being blown up- Both for his sense of humor and also for the fact that he knows she’s strong enough to probably resist it.  After a second or two of silenced panicking, he couldn’t help but notice sparks were starting to pop off the silverware within the Microwave.

"If I'm your tamer how do you tame? That sounds like hard work and I don't like to work! I'd rather use the explode box to make things explode. Have I shown you the explode box? Its right over there!" Hatty points to a microwave, so much chaos could be made with it. Chaos Impmon could take part in!

“Tamer, Digi-Destined, it’s all da same t’ me, really. Y’ jus’ a bunch’a humans who think ya call th’ shots now ‘cause ya got some big strong digimon ‘friends’ y’ command t’ do everythin’ for ya.” The Imp mocks, laying on his side and tapping one finger on the ground below him. 

"You can't catch a break can you?" Tomas says to Impmon.

“’Parently not, wit’ these little brats flyin’ ‘roun’ m’ head, droppin’ water balloons...” The Imp’s smile grows wide quickly, however.