Blake slowly and groggily awoke in a grassy field. Last he remembered, he was experimenting with all sorts of weird potions in a bid to improve his confidence, but one pink concoction had exploded in his face and knocked him out cold. And now, here he was...somehow transported to the world of Digimon.
Slowly standing up, Blake adjusted his glasses before the abrupt sound of rustling bushes startled him. The teen turned toward the source of the noise, utterly confused. “Hello? Is someone there..?” Blake asked nervously, and out from the large shrub emerged...
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