Doodle Story: New Friends
#9 of Pokemon/Digimon War
Randy and his friends finally run into a group of "allies" who plan on helping them along their journey.
Doodle Story: New Friends
Some hours later, Garurumon and all of his passengers finally arrived at the Digimon base he informed Randy and Skrew about. However, given the setting that they were in, the base was no more than a bundle of Digimon who had taken over an abandoned facility that should've been demolished months ago. But the treecko and sandslash didn't care how big or small the place was. They were just glad to finally be surrounded by monsters that actually looked like they could be both friendly and assertive when the time called for it. Randy glanced over to his right and saw a pudgy Growlmon sitting down on his huge rump, looking out into the forest with a blank stare in his eyes. He was probably supposed to be one of the lookouts, but he looked like he hadn't slept in two days, and desperately wanted to lie down and rest. To the left of him was a Gargomon, who had the same duties as the Growlmon, although he looked much more vigilant. Somewhere up ahead Randy spotted a fierce WarGrowlmon sharpening its gargantuan Pendulum Blades he had attached to each arm. He shuddered, knowing that the beast could decapitate him with just one swing of his arm. Further ahead was a Gaogamon ravenously gnawing away on a giant hunk of meat while a Patamon was busy chewing his way through a watermelon. Elsewhere, a Gatomon was wincing as she wrapped her right paw up in gauze. Overall, the place looked safe enough to stay at.
"So, this is what you Digimon creatures look like, the good ones, anyway." said Randy.
Garurumon nodded. "That's right. We've spent the last few hours gathering up any remnants we could find, but we're sure there's still dozens, maybe even hundreds of other Digimon out there."
"Hello! What about our species? Aren't you digital monsters forgetting about us epic card-collecting monsters?" asked Skrew.
"...Card collecting?" asked the cubone, with a raise eyebrow.
"We're working on that. I told you, you Pokémon haven't been the only victims during this war, and we're trying to help your species without putting our own in danger."
"And just how will you be doing that?"
Garurumon huffed. "Look, there are our commanders over there. You guys go talk to 'em and ask."
The periwinkle wolf walked over to two tall beasts who were standing patiently for the feral beast's return. Randy and Skrew looked at one of them and gasped with fear. He looked exactly like that giant werewolf creature they saw back in the bathroom, except he wasn't coated in black fur, and his pants weren't camouflage. He actually looked a bit like Garurumon, except he was bipedal. The other creature didn't look familiar; as far as they could tell, he was just an oversized cat in black pants.
"Well, I see you've returned, Garurumon," said the giant wolf.
"You know this guy?!" asked Randy.
"Of course I do. He's WereGarurumon."
"But he's the guy who...wait, what's his name again?"
"My name is WereGarurumon. There's no need to fret; the Digimon you're probably mistaking me for is ShadowWereGarurumon."
"Is the shadow one black and demented and foul-smelling?"
WereGarurumon nodded. Randy sighed with relief and slid off of Garurumon, along with the cubone. Skrew, however, was still paralyzed with fear.
"Relax, Skrew. He's not the guy who was hunting us last night."
"Sure...sure...of-of course he's not," he said, his voice trembling.
"Think about it: even if he did want to kill you, there's dozens of other Vaccine Digimon surrounding him, including me. So if he is ShadowWereGarurumon-which he's not-he wouldn't be able to lay a claw on you without us taking him down in a split second."
The sandslash glanced over at the giant lion creature. He looked as fierce as the werewolf, but there was something about him that made him feel more comfortable and safer. Maybe he used to be some legendary Digimon's guardian cat or something, thought Skrew. I'm sure he's not so bad if I got to know him, and I'm sure he'll protect me from that giant wolf.
"Okay...all right, fine," said the sandslash, as he slowly and apprehensively slid off Garurumon.
As the periwinkle wolf began to walk away to patrol the area, the three Pokémon walked over to WereGarurumon and the giant lion and looked up at them. All three of them were tiny compared to both of them-Randy only went up to their waist at best. He was suddenly glad that he was an oversized treecko-most of them were barely taller than their feet.
"My name is Leomon, and as he told you earlier, this is WereGarurumon, not his Virus counterpart." said the giant lion.
"We took over this base once we arrived in this sector and have been running plans of attack and nursing any wounded Digimon or Pokémon we can find."
"I don't suppose either of you guys know what's been going on the past 36 hours?" asked Randy.
WereGarurumon shrugged. "Bunch of Virus Digimon are trying to acquire more territory as far as we know."
"And they're gonna kill anyone that stands in their way. That's just great." said the cubone.
"How come you guys are in charge here? Why aren't there any other elite Digimon like you commanding this place?" asked Skrew.
"We're not in charge; we're just hiding from the Internet." said Leomon.
"Why?"
"Because we're tired of seeing people make porn of us."
"Um...what?"
Leomon and WereGarurumon glanced at each other. "We can't find other Champion Digimon who are willing to command this center at the moment."
"What was that you mentioned about the porn-"
"Are you Pokémon capable of fighting?" asked WereGarurumon.
"Yeah, we're not injured."
"Good. Then the three of you should have no problem traveling with Impmon and Guilmon as they scout around the forest looking for stragglers."
"Who?"
"Hi!"
Randy turned around and saw a red dinosaur-looking Digimon standing behind him with a wide smile on his face. Instinctively, he jumped backwards and shouted, just before a ball of fire exploded near his feet. The treecko shouted again and fell backwards, panting so hard his chest was rising and falling. Above the crowd, a purple imp-looking Digimon groaned loudly and smacked his forehead.
"Damnit, Guilmon, you made me miss!"
The Pokémon looked above Guilmon's head and saw Impmon hovering in mid-air. It wasn't hard for any of them to realize that he must've been the mischievous Digimon of the bunch. Impmon sighed with defeat and floated down to the ground, standing in front of the Pokémon with his arms crossed.
"Impmon, you and Guilmon are gonna have some company on your search for any survivors." said Leomon.
"Uh, no, kitty. These guys ain't gonna do nothin' but slow us down, and I am not gonna save their ass if they fall behind and get chomped up by a DarkTyrannomon!"
"But we need all the allies we can get, Impmon."
"What could possibly go wrong, Guilmon? We have a fire-breathing reptile, and we have moi. Now, honestly, do we need anything else?" said Impmon, with a cocky grin on his face.
Randy huffed. "He's right. I don't feel like traveling with this douchebag anyway. That's what Skrew's for."
"Hey!"
"See, kitty? They don't wanna work with us, and we don't wanna work with them!"
"But they seem nice," said Guilmon, his ears folding down.
"Yeah, and I wanna ride a dinosaur!" whined the cubone.
"You are a dinosaur, dumbass." said Skrew.
WereGarurumon shrugged. "Fine. Don't work with them. But when you guys run into BlackWarGrowlmon or a BlackImperialdramon, don't come crying to us."
Impmon frowned. "Say what now?"
"What the hell's a BlackWarGrowlmon?"
"It's me if I was black and bigger and badder and full of metal and machine and...Impmon, what's the word?"
"Sadism," he said, quietly.
"Yes, that word!"
Randy went pale and glanced over at the WarGrowlmon who was still sharpening his Pendulum Blades. Just the sight of a regular WarGrowlmon scared the crap out of him, and now it turns out that there's a dark version that's full of evil and sadism roaming around out there?
"Err, maybe going with you guys won't be so bad."
"Hold on. I'll admit that, yes, running into a BlackWarGrowlmon scares da shit outta me, but that does not mean I'm agreeing to let you guys on board our scouting mission!"
"Then what do you propose, Impmon?" asked Leomon.
"That we have someone else prote-uh, I mean, traveling with us. You know someone who is actually capable of defending themselves!"
"But we can defend ourselves!"
"Pfft! Oh, wow, what are you gonna do: ward them off with your stinky feet?"
"Hey, they're quite effective when they need to be." added Skrew.
"SHUT UP!" shouted Randy.
Using his quick reflexes, Impmon snatched the bone out of the cubone's hand, bashed it against Skrew's noggin, and then promptly stuffed it so far into Randy's mouth that it became lodged in his gullet and he started choking. As the treecko began to cough and gasp for air, desperate to remove the bone, Impmon grinned widely.
"Ya see? I just disarmed all a' ya with nothin' but a bone! How could you guys possibly defend yourselves out in the wild?"
Cubone nonchalantly walked up to Impmon and thrust his entire arm into his torso. Impmon didn't even grunt or cough. His eyes just dilated as he felt the Pokémon punch him in the solar plexus. They remained in that position for a few seconds, and then the cubone removed his arm and watched the imp collapse on his stomach, unconscious. If anyone could see underneath the cubone's skull, they would've realized he was grinning.
"I think we'll be okay." he said.
"So you'll stay?" asked Guilmon, merrily wagging his tail.
Cubone nodded. "Yeah, we'll stay. Best not to tell Impmon until after we head out though."
"YAY!" shouted Guilmon, as he glomped the cubone.
As the red Digimon was busy hugging the cubone, he glanced over his shoulder at Randy, who was lying on the ground gasping and wheezing, still trying to get the bone out of his throat. His face was beginning to turn blue.
"Um, shouldn't we help out your friend there?" he asked, pointing to the treecko.
Cubone turned around and looked at Randy before shrugging. "Nah, let's wait until he passes out. I like the way he's squirming."