Chapter #5Chapter 5: Mmmmmmmmm.... Tasty? by: Unknown ==============
Elsewhere... far from the apartment...
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"Agent 12IO04 to Big Brother. Our Subject... he appears to be treating this nicely. But he will soon learn what horrible reality awaits him as he and the first Project feed. Once he and she slumber, initiate our first expirement. Over".
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And back to "New York"...
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At least being a Renamon isn't so bad. You realize that even though your impressive human muscles have waned in your Black Renamon form, you are quite swift and can easily leap from building to building, as in the case of Renamon. It's one thing to experience the agility of Renamon in "real" life, but to see her keep all her glory in a bulbous package is just plain mind-blowing.
Another awkward thing: you're armed. Nothing too flashy, just a Bowie Knife strapped to your belt. But that still makes you feel uneasy. Renamon wasn't armed at all.
"Honey", you ask. "What do you normally eat?" You brace yourself for a disgusting answer, but what she states is too much. "Our usual meal: humans". The rsulting words make you trip off the side of a rooftop and begin to plummet. Luckily, using your new reflexes, you snag a flagpole during your descent and hang on for dear life. "Honey!" Renamon lets down a thin, ling string with drying clothes attached to it, which you then climb up. How you didn't break it climbing is also a miracle. You studder. "Did... did you say... humans?"
Renamon sighed and elaborated, tightening the purple guantlet-thingies on her arms. "When the rift from the digital world to reality was created, I obviously went to go locate Rika. Considering she didn't exist, I was stuck here along with the other digimon who came through". Other digimon? Were you one of those who "came from the rift", too?
"But, why in the HELL do we eat HUMANS together? Wouldn't eating dead things be easier", you ask, obviously sickened. You did not want to become a cannibal anytime soon. Renamon explained let again, and noticing you scraped your foot during the trip, began to rub it with a shirt taken from the clothesline. "That is just it", she tells you, "It was TOO easy. Immediately, though I felt weak after just a few days. It seemed that I could not form the protiens of dead creatures into data, which I needed to survive. Expirementally, I tried to swallow up a small animal. Somehow, I recieved data from it to live. But it wasn't enough. Our main prey are humans because they are much easier to obtain, and also because they will give enough data to keep us sated for about 120 hours."
120 hours. That's about... 5 days, you think. No wonder why it felt like you hadn't eaten for so long...
"And the knife?" you ask. Renamon chuckled, and that set a chill down your spine. "Not all of our prey can be consumed so easy." Renamon stopped messaging your scraped foot, and continued off to your destination.
The question is... where? Where are you going to... ulp... eat your former species?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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