That morning when you woke up, you nearly jumped out of bed. Considering how slow you typically were to get out of bed in the morning, you weren't used to this. However, today was unique. You were going to go out and catch your first human today!
You ran to your dresser and opened your glove drawer; you started going through the usual hassle of finding a matching pair. When you had found two that you thought looked especially good on you, you pulled them on and opened the bandana drawer.
You combed through it and discovered your preferred one. You tied a blue piece of clothing around your neck with an evil-eye motif. You glanced in the mirror hastily to assess your appearance. You contemplated adding more accessories but ultimately concluded it would be unwise to become overly burdened. Being quick and agile was a key component of your hunting strategy, which would be challenging if you wore a lot of gear.
You reached for your preferred pair of sunglasses and donned them. Making a favorable impression on the person you've just captured is vital. If your sunglasses infringed, you could tilt them onto your head. You packed a few goods that might help on the hunt.
You carefully inserted them into the pockets of your bandana before racing out the door. You practically flew through the dawn-lit streets down to the big building that seemed to stretch to the sky.
You quickly entered your clearance number on the front keypad, went through the entrance designed for rookies, dashed across the lobby, and ascended the stairs to the room you had just left. When you input your passcode once more. The two glass doors that you entered were vacant.
The only thing of note in the room was an archway on the far wall; it started to shimmer and glow, revealing a portal to the human world inside. For once in your life, you were early to an appointment; you were impatiently jogging in place when the BanchoLeomon instructor came in, looking very surprised to see you.
"Impmon? My my, you do want a human badly, don't you?"
On any other day, you would have yelled at him with sarcasm and a sneer, but today you grinned at him. Even trying to disguise your excitement wasn't worth it.
"You better believe it! I can not wait to have my human."
You are soon lost in your little world for a moment; you are thinking of what you would have a human do for you when they finally become your new slave.
"Impmon? Impmon! Snap out of it. You haven't caught one yet..."
You shook your head before returning to the present and sneering at BanchoLeomon. He shook his head at you while chuckling. He quickly gets back to the topic at hand.
"Alright, Impmon, you have finished your training course and got your Human Hunting License. But according to the rules: I have to go over the basics with you again..."
You groaned impatiently; you knew that you had to endure this last lecture, for the moment at least. BanchoLeomon cleared his throat and began reading off the checklist on his clipboard.
"One: You may only capture one human at a time. After your captured human has been sufficiently trained and tamed, you may acquire permission to apprehend another one and repeat the process as often as you are allowed.
Two: Your human gets checked on periodically at random intervals to assess their health and level of obedience. The person will be immediately released if an officer determines they must be returned to their environment for any reason.
Three: You are allowed to use your human however you see fit, so long as no permanent harm occurs to your human. After all, we are hedonists, not monsters.
Four: You're permitted to capture and train your human in any way you wish, so long as you do both in a reasonable amount of time. All right, that's it..."
He frowns at you when you pretend to have fallen asleep while standing up, then stomps over to you and smacks your rump with his clipboard. You yelp and grab your behind but chuckle to yourself. Worth it...
"Just go."
He points to the glowing portal in front of you. He tries to scowl, but you can see the smile of amusement he is trying to hide. You give him a mock salute and dive in. In the Human World, an abandoned monitor in the woods is overgrown with weeds. The screen flickers to life, displaying static before your gloved hand emerges and grabs hold of the grass, followed by your other hand on the edge of the monitor, and you laboriously haul yourself out to sprawl on the grass.
You lay there panting for a few moments distress of traveling to the human world isn't comfortable for you. But you rise and trek through the woods, remembering what BanchoLeomon taught you. It does not take long to reach the edge of the human city; you peer out of the bushes at all the humans hurrying by, busy with their own lives. They are unaware that anyone of them might be captured and enslaved by you or any other Digmon.
It's hard to stay calm; you're presented with hundreds of humans to choose from and almost salivating at the thought of snagging any of them for your own. But you remember the first rule and reluctantly resolve to capture only one. Now comes the most difficult part; You have to choose which one to capture.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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