Mack was so not happy about this little trip. Not at all. Especially the idea of taking it in the deep, dark forest that is rumored to be filled with dangerous animals, psychopathic killers, and so on. But did he have a say in it? NO!! He did not in any shape or form, get his word out on opposing this camping idea. 

The 12-year old boy was one of those paranoid types. Not the whole 'lock-yourself-in-your-room' type of paranoid, mind you. Just one of those people that have an inner sense of things going horribly wrong before they do. He's also one of the smartest kids in his class, and he knew it. His six friends also know this, and yet they don’t care about it. Willis, Luke, Alex, Mary, Jill, and Owen got most of the votes since they really haven’t had a camping trip since they were little. Luke got the idea of setting it up in the forest, much to Mack’s horror and everybody else’s delight. Luke, as the bona fide leader of the group, assured Mack that all of those rumors he heard are probably all in his head. The bespectacled boy reluctantly agreed to that statement.

"Alrighty guys," Luke said while they were trekking to the chosen campsite. "Everybody got their camping gear loaded up?" "Got mine packed." Willis said. "Ditto." Alex followed in a rather cheeky tone. (Surprisingly considering that he usually forgets things not related to video games.) "Same." Owen, Mary, and Jill responded lastly. "Mack, did you pack your stuff?" Luke turned to the bespectacled boy last, since he knew that his friend is smart enough not to get lost without his things. "Yeah yeah," Mack in a reluctant manner. "I did." "Good." Luke said. "Because we're about a half mile to the campsite. Try to get a positive attitude will ya man? It's not gonna kill you." 

"He's probably just chicken." Owen teased out. This brought out laughs from the others. Mack, blushing in embarrassment, angrily yelled out.  "I AM NOT CHICKEN! I just don't think this trip is a good idea you know."  "Oh don't get us all about the whole 'woods-being-filled-with-monsters' nonsense," Willis said in an annoyed tone, while checking the map he's holding. "It's all in your head. How many times do we have to you that, huh?" "30 freaking times." the light-brunette responded. 

While the group of seven marched on through the dense wilderness to their destination, Mack couldn't help but feel that they're being watched by something behind the trees. The boy stopped to turn to his right when, out of the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure went past. He tried to look closer in the bushes to get a better view, but before he could do that Alex called out to him. “Hey Mack!” he yelled out. “What are you doing man? We’re almost at the campsite and everybody’s waiting for ya. Come on.” Turning his head back in the direction of the bushes, Mack shook his head and muttered to himself “It probably is in your head” before running over to his video game addicted friend.

A few minutes of trekking through the woods passed before Luke, Mack, and the others reached the campsite. It was a small clearing, surrounded by a circle of trees, that’s obviously a perfect place for a campout. Admiring the view of the stars for a bit, the camping party of seven sets up the tents first. Then when that was done, Owen and the girls gathered up some firewood needed to make a campfire. It was taking a bit longer than expected since there haven’t been that many twigs on the ground to pick up.  When they got enough firewood and brought them back, Willis got out his lighter and then the campfire was done. 

When everything was set up for the night, the seven kids got out the crackers, chocolate, and marshmellows that are needed to make s'mores. Although a few dozen marshmellows ended up catching fire in the process, enjoying one of the best things ever made for camping truly was a blast for everybody. Of course Alex and Jill ate up more s'mores than the others due to being big eaters in all. Both of them were known as the 'Glutton Duo' because of their insatiable appetites. After that the others put away everything before relaxing for a little while. Nothing to worry about. What would there be to worry about here? It's not like things are suddenly gonna turn into something right out of a horror movie, right? 
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"Out of all times to take a leak..." Owen muttered irritantly. Apparently he took a few too many s'mores and now has to pee. There's no fricking way he's peeing himself in his sleeping bag. Absolutely not. And especially not near the girls, 'cause he doesn't want to get any of their stuff thrown at him. Already made that mistake when they caught him peeking into the girls’ locker room after PE was over. “Dude, if you want to take a leak, at least do it somewhere where nobody can see you.” Luke suggested to him. Holding his hands in front of his groin to hold it in, the dirty blond brought a flashlight with along the way. Just in case he got lost of course. 
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Mack and the others were telling some scary campfire stories while Owen was doing his business. "...and when they dug the driver's body, from the twisted, burning wreck. It looked like this." Jill was the one doing the story, and did one of the freakiest faces she ever conjured up, scaring everybody. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the others screamed. Mack, peeking from behind the log he was sitting on, stuttered out loud. "T-t-t-that was s-so s-s-s-s-scary Jill. But did y-y-you really have to do that face just now?" Laughing her head off over the little scare trick she just did, the 10-year-old girl calmed herself down and apologized for that. "Sorry about that Mack," she said in a teasing manner. "You know how I am. Just couldn't help myself." "Alright enough," Luke said after the whole ordeal is settled. "Jill you really need to stop doing that. You could seriously scare somebody enough to make them pee themselves. Good thing Owen's not here to do that."

Mary, the other girl in the group, is the one person that is one of the more easy-going type of girls. But even she gets scared to a certain extent, and what her friend did basically falls in that category. "That's so gross!" she said to that statement. "How is it that he still does that even though he's not 6 years old anymore?" Everybody else shrugged at that. Guess is that Owen has a rather weak bladder. 
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Owen sneezed a bit while he was doing his business. "Is somebody talking about me?" he questioned to nobody in particular. "Nah. It's my imagination messing with me. That's gotta be it." Finishing up his little pee break, the dirty blond boy zips up his pants before grabbing his flashlight and walking back to the campsite. If he paid attention to his surroundings a little bit more, he would've noticed that something was watching and now following him.

Humming to himself while he's walking, Owen couldn't help but go on a trip down memory lane. The memory he's thinking of was when he went on a camping trip when he was 7 with his parents. Of course that was also the year that both of them died in the car crash that followed. The pickup truck just came out of nowhere, and by the time all three occupants of the station wagon knew what had happened a massive pile-up was in the process. Nearly 6 years have passed since that tragic day, and it still hurts in his heart even now. But he never got into a brooding mood since his mother always told him that it won't do him any good at all. All he has to do is to just keep moving forward and never let the past get him down. 'Never got the past drag me down mom,' he thought. 'Not once.' 

But something drew him out of his thoughts. Owen thought he heard something in the bushes behind him. Like any rational person that’s a bit curious in situations like this, he turned on his flashlight and pointed it in that direction. "Hello," he called out. "Anybody there?" 'Great Owen, now you're hearing things.' he thought to himself in a deadpanned tone. Turning around to continue his walk back to camp, he again heard the rustling in the bushes. And again he turned around and shone the flashlight in that direction. It seems that a pattern here is in play: Owen hears a rustle, he turns around and shines his flashlight to catch the culprit, and when he finds nothing he continues walking only for this pattern to repeat over and over. After a few times of this little pattern, it gets annoying real quick. The 13-year old boy, judging by the look on his face, thinks this lousy joke being played on him is done by Jill. 

"Jill," he called out as shone the flashlight in the bushes for the 54th time in a row. "Would you cut that out? This has got to be one of the lousiest ideas of a prank you ever thought of you know." He never got a response. Annoyed at the silent treatment he was given, he called out another time. "If you're doing this just to mess with me, I swear I will end you!" Again no response. Owen went from annoyed to a bit worried in a few seconds. It's not like Jill to remain this quiet, especially considering that she would usually giggle like a little schoolgirl like she always does before apologizing. “Jill?” he called out for nearly one final time out into the woods. Shifting his eyes to the left, then to the right, Owen put down the flashlight and put his hand on his head to ease himself of the headache he’s bound to have from this ‘joke’ being played on him. 

"It is definitely my imagination playing tricks on me." he said in a still annoyed tone. "Don't be so sure of that," a voice said behind him. "You should've paid more attention to horror movies you know." As he turned around he saw what looks like a large animal of some kind lunged straight at him, causing him to emit the most blood-curdling scream he ever produced in his life. 
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Mack and the others heard this scream all the way from their campsite. And boy were they scared witless. Luke was in the middle of telling a story he had when that scream came. "What in God's name was that?!" Mary said in a terrified tone. "No idea," Luke responded. "But it sounded like Owen." He and the others stood up and brought out their flashlights to go search for their friend. Mack, on the other hand, was about to say what's on his mind. "Are you guys nuts?!" he yelled out, shocked. "Haven't you ever paid attention to what happens on TV? Campers that go out into the woods get killed off by the serial killer one by one. I propose we stay here until he comes back." "In case you haven't noticed Mack," Alex responded in an angry tone that is out of character for him. "THIS IS NOT A HORROR MOVIE YOU MORON!!! He could be in serious pain right now, and we're NOT going to leave him there to die. Sheesh, Owen was right; you really are chicken."

"I TOLD YOU I'M NOT CHICKEN!!" the bespectacled boy angrily said. "I'm just trying to do the smart thing in situations like this, that's all." The group gamer responded to that with a snort and went with the others as they were starting the search for their possibly wounded friend. As for Mack, he went into his tent and fell asleep; he was hoping that this whole turn of events was all just a bad dream when he wakes up tomorrow morning.  
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As the group of five kids walked into the woods, Luke came up with an idea. "In order to cover more ground, and work out the search more quicker, we're going to have to split up," he said in that leader-like tone of his. "If anybody sees anything, and I mean anything that's out of the ordinary, call us on these okay?" He was referring to the walkie-talkies that they all carried with them on the trip. They all had these same walkie-talkies when they were all little. Basically used in the game of 'cops-and-robbers' they used to play all the time. Surprisingly they still work as of right now. Everybody nodded and split up to search a different part of the forest. If any of them had looked around their surroundings, they would've seen several pairs of eyes watching them while their owners made bloodthirsty grins and thinking at the same time, 'This is so going to be good for us.'
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Alex trekked through the trees as grass and twigs were crunched up beneath his sneakers in the search for his friend. "Owen!" he called out into the wilderness as he moved on. "Owen you out here?" He was really desperate to find his buddy. They both were like two peas in a pod when it comes to anything video game related. You can't have one without the other. It's how it's been, and it's how it'll always will be. When both of them got into any video game competitions that are being held in town, Alex and Owen participated and always won first prize. Looking back on it, the onyx haired boy thought they both got carried away in those contests. 

He was resuming his search for the dirty blond for about a few minutes when he noticed something on one of the trees. Walking closer to the spot, the gamer couldn't help but squirm a little as he saw what looked like blood. Putting a hand on the splotch of blood to make sure it's real, then taking it off before inspecting it and rubbing his fingers to get the feel of it, Alex shone his flashlight on the splotch to get all the details. Almost instantly he noticed a line of blood coming down the tree and into the grass. Alex followed the trail of blood that seems to have gotten a little thinner and thinner until he stops upon hearing some sort of, crunching sound. 

Tiptoeing as quietly as he could, Alex resumed following the trail of blood while simultaneously searching for that sound. He reached a bush that had that crunching sound on the other side. Carefully pulling back the bush to look through the other side, what the boy saw froze him to the core of his being. 

Owen’s body was sprawled on the grass, with blood and organs splattered all over the floor. On top of the body were some odd creatures of varying shapes and sizes. 5 of them to be precise. (Alex counted all of them.) And they were eating the dirty blond boy as he lies there, mutilated from whatever these “things” did to him. The scene he’s witnessing is like something out of either a horror game or a horror movie. Probably both for all he cares. Whatever these monsters are though, they sure are having their sweet time in their little feast. Makes the gamer want to puke out his guts if he keeps seeing this any longer.

He backed away as quietly as he could, hoping to find the others so that he could tell them what he saw. But before he could get any further than 6 inches, a twig was unfortunately in the footpath. The onyx boy didn’t notice that twig until he heard the loud SNAP beneath him, and by then it was too late. As soon as all 5 of those things lifted their heads to his direction, Alex knew he was screwed. So he did what any other rational person would do. He ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. After getting about 30 feet away from those monsters, the gamer turned around to see if they were chasing him. Seeing nothing coming his way, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued on his way to find the others. 

Only for those same creatures that attacked and devoured his friend to stand right in front of him. He was scared on the level that he fell on his butt and landed on the grass. 'How did they-' he thought to himself, scared out of his mind by the suddenness of the situation going from bad to worse. 'How did they get behind me so fast??' He dragged himself away from these monsters he's dealing with before his back hit a log. The onyx haired boy was scared out of his mind right now, considering that he's surrounded on all sides. He tried to scream for help, but before he could one of the monsters suddenly dug one of its’ three claws into his throat, severely damaging the larynx. "Tsk tsk tsk," the monster said after removing its’ claw from Alex's neck. "You honestly expect us to let you give away our location? Can't have that now can we guys?" The other four shadow covered monsters nodded in agreement while smiling in a bloodthirsty way. 

That same shady creature that plunged its claw into his throat slashed through his stomach next. As his intestines are coming out of him slowly, Alex is trying to scream but couldn’t due to the injury in his neck. The gamer tried to get the walkie-talkie on to get the others’ attention, but at the same time hoped that the feline-rabbit hybrid thing wouldn’t notice what he’s doing. Unfortunately for the boy, it did. The quadrupedal looking monster dug into the pocket his hand was in, and brought out the walkie-talkie. “Well, well, well,” the feline-rabbit hybrid said. “Seems like somebody was gonna call for some little help.” All five of the still dark covered monsters laughed in a mocking way to the human boy. “Is this human serious Gazimon?” one of the bigger creatures asked to the now named Gazimon. “He just gave us an opportunity of getting more meals for us.” Hearing this, the gamer’s eyes widened while screaming in his head, ‘I did what?? Oh no. The others!’ Crawling backwards a bit before stopping due to the amount of agonizing pain from being ripped apart by Gazimon, Alex suddenly had a shadow over his face. Looking up to see the muzzle of Gazimon, grinning a toothy grin blotched with bits of blood from eating Owen earlier.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” the little feline-hybrid said. “We’re just getting started on our second course. YOU!!” Gazimon was the first of the monsters to devour the boy. He started by tearing off the boy's face, blood splattering all over the grass, and soon the others followed by tearing at different parts of the body. One of them tore off Alex's right leg using its' teeth, and wholeheartedly dived into it upon the bones and muscles connecting said limb with the body getting completely torn to shreds. Another did the same thing with the left arm as well. It was a gorefest right here, and it only got worse for Alex when his walkie-talkie went off.

"Alex...Alex are you there?" the voice of Luke came out. "Where are you? If you can hear me, please respond man." It brought the attention of the monsters as they were in the middle of their feast while Alex's life is fading. "Some humans should know when to not interrupt somebody when they're eating. Is that too much to ask?" One of the monsters said as it was busy with some bits of small intestines it's holding. 

The monster in question resembled a monkey. It had dark brown fur with peach colored skin without the fur in the facial area and white fur on the tail. He (revealed to be male) is wearing a pair of white colored Kung Fu style pants and lavender/grey colored armor to cover the torso. Said armor is patterned with golden colored swirls and lines all over it. The gloves on his hands have the same exact style as the armor. Wears also a pair of purple and gold shoes, along with a purple and gold hat with the Japanese kanji for "Monkey" on it in ebony. He goes by the name Makuramon, and he happens to be one that does like not to be interrupted when he's in the middle of something he's doing. 

“Oh calm down Makuramon, it’s just a little call. Nothing else,” Gazimon assured him. “Take a chill pill, alright?” The response he got though, came in the form of a glare sent his way. When a glare from the monkey Deva was sent your way, it’s a tell-tale sign for you to shut up before something bad happens to you. Last time somebody didn’t get the warning, they ended having a barrage of his “Treasure Ball” attack hurled at them before being crushed until they were as flat as a piece of paper. The Deva also had a sadistic streak to him, since he always has a video camera to record what he does to anybody that ticks him off. Gazimon was downright disturbed at this when he was shown a recording of that same person being crushed. 

Shuddering at the memory just brought up, the little standing quadruped decided to smartly zip it before he ends up becoming a star on one of the Deva’s latest torture films. Grinning in satisfaction upon his point getting across, the monkey monster stood up and walked over to Alex, whistling nonchalantly. As he stood next to the boy’s terrified head, he was contemplating on what to do before suddenly stomping on his head real hard. It happened so fast for anybody that saw, but apparently the Deva used an extreme amount of force to crush the human’s head like a watermelon, destroying the skull and reducing the brain to a pile of mush. “I heard that video games can rot your brain, but this is ridiculous.” Makuramon joked before laughing like a monkey after bashing his target to submission.

Everybody else witnessed what the Deva had done, horrified. "W-w-what the-" the monster biting into the left arm stuttered when he broke the silence. "What in the name of the Four Sovereigns did you do that for?" "Just felt like it." the Deva responded with a cheeky grin. It covered the streak of bloodlust he hid well enough to make him seem innocent. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be at their little campgrounds. I plan on getting another recruit for us, you know. After all, we need our kind to expand more." And with that said, the monkey Deva sped out of there leaving a trail of dust in the process. 

Jaws still gaping open moments after seeing their companion run off like that, the other four strange creatures were concentrating their gaze onto the walkie-talkie, still on mind you, as the voice of their prey's friend was getting desperate for a response. But unfortunately that wouldn't happen since the monkey Deva with them reduced the boy's head to a pulp. Gazimon, since he's the one holding it, turns it off and puts it on the ground next to the remains of the human boy. "Where exactly are the Gato twins by the way?" he asked to the other three monsters. "They should be with us when we got here from the Digital World." 

Shrugging in response, they all probably shouldn't dwell on the subject around those two. Out of all the 7 of the Digimon in the group (which is what these creatures, Gazimon and Makuramon are), Gatomon and BlackGatomon are the more troublesome.  The two sisters have been thieves from their hometown in the Digital World before they joined in the group due to a certain mark that their special kind of Digimon have. Said certain mark resembles the head of a wolf, and it can be very hidden by the Digimon bearing it. Whoever sees it out of its' hiding place knows there's going to be trouble. Big trouble. 
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Speaking of said twins, they were in the trees watching the girls below them. Both Digimon resemble moderately big cats with light purple tipped ears ending with three points. Their tails are striped the same light purple color, with the tip of the tail ending in three points like their ears. Their fur, eyes, and paw-like gloves are different. Gatomon's fur is white, her eyes are blue, and her gloves are yellow. BlackGatomon, her twin sister, has black fur, she has yellow eyes, and her gloves are dark purplish.
 
The Gato twins had what someone would call, a rather harsh life in the part of the Digital World they lived in. Both have had their family killed and deleted right in front of their eyes when they were young. Neither of them knew how it happened, but the BlackTyrannomon just came out of nowhere and destroyed everything on their family's property. Their parents were a Neferitimon for the mother and an Anubismon for the father. Both parents tried all their might to give their children enough time to escape, but unfortunately it came at a terrible price. Another BlackTyrannomon attacked them from the side, severely wounding them despite their level of power. The parents didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to their daughters.

Nobody deserves to witness something so sudden, and traumatizing as what these two little kittens had seen. Especially at such a young age. Seeing to it that they respect their parents' wishes, the twins ran as fast as they could to the nearest town. That's where things gone from bad to worse almost instantly. When they reached town, nearly every single store, inn, and even the local bar threw them out the moment they stepped in. The owners didn't have time for, as they said, "stupid little brats." So they were forced to live on the streets with only each other to keep them company. BlackGatomon was the one that decided that they resort to stealing in order to survive. Gatomon reluctantly followed her twin's lead, as she knew that there was no other choice at the moment. 

As they went and got their paws on food and other things, the twins also began looking for a place to live for a while. This life they were living lasted for a few years before they came across one of the members they were going to be in. Assuming that the Makuramon was just like everybody else, the girls quietly tried to reach into his pockets to check for any money, food, or perhaps both. However, they were both caught by surprise when the monkey Deva grabbed hold of their paws without even turning to them. Makuramon was impressed at their stealth and thieving skills, and wanted them to come along with him. Shocked that they were given this choice from somebody they tried to steal from, and that same someone having a mark similar to the ones on their paws covered by their gloves, the Gato twins instantly felt like they belonged and agreed wholeheartedly. 

Having no regrets on their decision, Gatomon and BlackGatomon have met their soon-to-be friends who in turn greeted them casually. A week after joining, these mischievous kittens started showing their somewhat troublesome behavior when Gazimon was giving the old-fashioned ‘woopie cushion’ prank. The feline-rabbit hybrid was blushing in embarrassment before chasing them around the place for over an hour. Everybody else thought it was amusing and hilarious, since they needed a little lightening up in the mood. Of course the twin kittens, as the curious puffs of fur they are, also get into rather peculiar and reckless situations. Despite that they do manage to get themselves out of trouble as quickly as they get into it. 
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And now we see them spying on the human girls staying next to each other as they continued their search for their friend. Hopping from tree branch to tree branch expertly, the mischievous cat-like Digimon were listening in on the girls’ conversation. “Can’t believe we’re looking for Owen of all people,” Jill said to Mary in an annoyed tone. “How do we know this isn’t a prank he’s just pulling on us right now?” “If this was a prank Jill, we wouldn’t be out here so far from camp looking for him, you know?” Mary responded. “Yeah but still,” the 10-year old girl said to her friend. “I can take a joke from Owen, but this time he’s gone way too far!” She then shouted in the woods around them. “You hear me Owen? You can’t scare me this way! Come on out so I can pound ya where it hurts! I mean it!” ‘Somebody’s acting like they got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,’ was the thought the Gato twins had at once while sweatdropping. Deadpan expression on their faces to boost.

"Calm down Jill. Don't get things more bothersome than they are," the ponytail haired girl said to Jill. "Besides, for all we know he could just be back at the campsite and the scream we heard was probably somebody falling out of a tree due to some clumsy act they did." Face planting on the dirt ground, the ginger-headed girl then got up and brought out her walkie-talkie to inform Luke about the progress of their search. "Luke, you there?" she said as she pressed the button for communicating. "Can you hear me?" "Loud and clear Jill," his voice on the other end came out. "What's the status on your part?" "We didn't find anything that might tell us where Owen is, so we're going to have to continue." responded the ginger. "If neither of us have any leads as to the guy's whereabouts, we'll go back to the campsite. Got that?" "Yep." As she turned off her walkie-talkie to save the battery power, Jill turned to the only other girl in the group and they both trekked a little deeper into the woods.

“Got any ideas cooking up in your head,” Gatomon asked her twin in a low volume. “Nope. Not at the moment,” was the response from the darker of the two. Nodded in understanding, the twin Digimon resumed tailing (no pun intended) the human girls like they did before. Hopping from branch to branch, the Gato twins were talking about how excited they are to be in the Human World. “Sure is great that we get to be somewhere new for a change,” the lighter of the two whispered. “Yeah. Sure is,” responded BlackGatomon in the same excited, yet quiet tone. “The Digital World was started to get a bit boring before we came here. Why exactly are we even here again?” “To turn some humans into more of us. Duh,” her sister responded. Giggling at the thought of having more friends in a somewhat creepy tone, now all the two kittens are gonna do is just follow the two human girls for now.
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After 10 more minutes of searching for their friend, the girls have called it quits for the rest of the night since there have been absolutely NO possible leads as to where Owen is. Upon turning around towards the direction of the campsite however, they came across something rather unexpected and...cute. Perching on top of a tree branch above them were two of the cutest cats the girls have ever seen in their life. One of them was white with blue eyes, the other black with yellow eyes. They seem to be wearing gloves for their front paws, colors differing for each of them. Overall the two cats put on the cutest expression possible for a cat.
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Seeing that the two humans have decided to take a break in their search, the twins came up with an idea to acting like the cute kittens they are. Wouldn’t be that much of a problem considering that they’re both naturals at it. The moment the girls turned around to their direction, all the Gato twins had to do was simply perch up there on the tree branch and put on the cutest expression they ever conjured up. If they were to top it off with anything else, the twins would simply let out a cute meow, and the cuteness level would sky rocket a bit.
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“Well what do you know,” Jill said in a happy tone, then asked her friend. “What do you suppose that these two cuties are doing way out here?” Shrugging her shoulders in response, since she doesn’t know the reason either, Mary walked up to the tree where the kittens are perching on the branch hanging above them. Out of the two girls, Mary was an expert climber. Came in handy considering that she came from a family of climbers that also have an extreme-seeking tendency. Sadly though, both of her parents passed away due to a loose cable on one of their family trips. Both of them landed on sharp rocks right below where they were climbing to add insult to the injury inflicted. That was 4 years ago, and since then she's been living with her grandparents who gladly took her in.

"Come on little kitties," she said to the cats while wrapping her legs around the branch when she climbed on it. The 11-year old was slowly stretching out her hand to the cats when all of a sudden the branch bearing the weight of all 3 of the occupants snapped and broke. Luckily Jill was there to catch her friend to break her fall. As for the two cats, they simply used their cat-like reflexes to land themselves safely. "You okay," Jill asked to her friend after catching her breath. "Y-yeah, I am," Mary said shakily. 
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Neither of the twins were prepared for dealing with a peculiar human like the girl that started to climb up the tree they were on. They even feel a bit sorry for her when they searched through her memories unbeknownst to the girl with that special power their kind of Digimon have. Even they were caught off guard by the branch they were on suddenly breaking like the human girl trying to beckon them to her. The Gato twins, like the cat-like Digimon they are, used their reflexes to land safely on the ground. Seeing that they were okay, Gatomon and BlackGatomon turned to see the girl to be alright, albeit a little shaken from the branch snapping. Humans really are unpredictable beings. After a few seconds of catching a few breathers, the twins walked cat-like over to the girls.
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“What in the world just happened right now?” Jill asked Mary. “No idea,” she responded. “One moment the branch was fine, the next it just…snapped on me. Was I really that heavy? Knew I should’ve laid off the munchies before we got here!” “Calm down Mary,” Jill said in a reassuring tone. “It wasn’t the munchies nor were you heavy. The tree probably was a bit old and fragile, that’s all. Don’t get your panties all up in a bunch girl.” “Ha ha ha. Very funny,” the climber said sarcastically. The response from Jill was showing her tongue in a childish fashion. Both of them saw the kittens walk over to them watching with cute big eyes. “Now what would you two be doing out here all alone,” the 10-year old girl said to the kittens. The response she got was a “meow” though. That, however, didn't deter her one bit. "Oh that is so cuuuutte!!" Jill exclaimed. 

Next thing anybody knew, the ginger-haired girl grabbed hold of the cats with both of her arms and squeezed them into her chest. The felines seemed to like the affection judging by how loud the purring they made was. "Hey Mary can we keep these two? Can we? Can we? Can we?" the ginger asked her onyx haired friend. "I don't know," she said, unsure of the decision. "You think your brother is gonna let a kitten move in with you in house? You and I both know of his allergies." "Oh don't worry about Greg," Jill responded back. "He's taking a few weeks off with his buddies in Tokyo. Won't know I even have a cat when he gets back." “If you say so,” the 11-year old sighed.

As she stood there watching her friend snuggle with the kittens, Mary was looking at the white one all the while. Out of the two kittens, the white one was to her the cutest. Getting an idea, the climber girl tapped Jill on the shoulder to ask her something. "Yeah?" the 10-year old asked after turning to her friend. "Why don't you let have the white one while you get the black one," she said. "That way we can have a big cutie to cuddle." "That's not a bad idea." the ginger girl agreed. "Black happens to one of my favorite colors anyway." As she handed over the white kitten to her friend, Jill got bit by the black one on the nape of her neck unbeknownst to her. She didn't feel it due to how soft and nip like it felt. The white did the same thing to Mary when its head was over the climber's shoulder in the view of the exact same spot. Next thing either of them knew was a shining light the girls were engulfed in.

While watching the two humans transform into Digimon, the twins hopped down onto the ground to watch the process happen. What they didn't expect to happen was the size of the silhouettes in the light getting smaller they what they originally intended. Both pairs of eyes widened upon seeing the silhouettes turn into the shape of a familiar form they know. Seeing that the transformation glow has subsided, and the pile of what was once the human girls' clothes fall to the ground, the Gatos scurried over to them and checked for signs of life.

It was only a few seconds before they both spotted something moving from underneath the piles. Realizing what was moving, Gatomon and BlackGatomon rushed to get all those clothes off so they could see what’s moving under them. Right in front of the cat-like Digimon were two Salamon, Digimon that are puppy like that serve as the kittens’ rookie forms. Only major differences here that can tell the two apart are the tuffs of hair on their heads. One of the Salamon has ginger hair, the other onyx black. Both of the former humans were sleeping due to the exhaustion caused by their sudden transformation, much to the Gato twins' relief. 

Of all the things they expected to happened, what occurred just now wasn't on the list. After thinking it over a little bit, Gatomon and BlackGatomon glanced at each other for a few seconds before smiling and nodded simultaneously on the decision they think is final for them both. Each of them grabbed one of the Salamon with their paws; Gatomon got the one that was once named Mary, BlackGatomon the one once named Jill. After putting their extra load on their shoulders, the twins went to what they believed to be the direction of their companions and sped over there. Leaving trails of dust in the process.
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Willis was washing his face while he was next to the edge of a river. He was taking a little break in his search for the dirty blond that was his friend, and to be honest it was getting nowhere at that point. The silver-haired 14-year old was one of the oldest in the group, following Luke who is a year older than him. He also happens to be an excellent marksman as well, as shown when he threw a small rock straight into a tree on the other side of the river. 

His marksmanship skills came in handy when it comes to airsoft wars, paintball wars, and so on. Willis practiced with a slingshot when he was just 4 years old, and he was a pro at knocking down the used cans he shot at. None of his friends had a chance against him in the airsoft and paintball wars they participated in. As a quick hand when it comes to an airsoft gun or a paintball gun, he is nearly unbeatable. 

Also noteworthy is that he is a very excellent dodger as well, as noted during the water balloon fights he and the others have gotten into a few years earlier. Out of the group that included him and his friends, Willis never got hit by a single water balloon. To be honest the others were a little scared of the silver haired boy when it centered around something like that. He understands their feeling since he sometimes gets scared of himself too. Of course the others were also thrilled and got enough motivation to try to take him down in these competitions, but no matter how hard they tried it was all in vain.

"Enjoying your trip down memory lane buddy?" a voice said on the teen's right side. Turning his head to that particular direction, Willis was seeing what looked to be a creature that was a cross between a rabbit and a dog wearing gatling guns on its hands. "Yeah I was," the teen said, before asking the creature. "And you must be..." "The name's Gargomon," the now named Gargomon introduced himself, bowing with one gatling appendage behind his back while the other in front of him. "I was out taking a little walk after a meal I recently had when I caught sight of you. What seems to be up on your side of the forest?" "I happen to be looking for somebody I know," Willis replied. "Me and my friends thought we heard him screaming like he was gonna die or something." 
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Hearing what he said made Gargomon pale. 'Oh crud. Oh crud! OH CRUD!!' Realizing that the meal he and his companions had was this human’s friend, the trigger happy Digimon regained his composure seeing that said human wasn’t even looking at him when he said that. “So that’s why you’re out here?” he said to the boy. “If that’s true then why are alone out here?” “My bud Luke has us split up to search for him better. Thought it’d cover more ground.” Nodding in understanding, Gargomon joined the teen as he sat down next to him.

Gargomon, despite his status as a warrior type of Digimon, is one of the more laid back of the bunch. He never lets things bother him that much, no matter what it was. All he ever wants to do in life is simply relax and take a nap for a little while. But people shouldn't underestimate him because of that, as he is also a quickdraw when he gets into battles with other Digimon. Every time he gets into those, his personality changes to becoming competitive and cocky. After the battle, or in some cases competition he's in ends, he switches back to his old self in an instant. 

He met Makuramon and the others when he was just a Terriermon, surviving in the wild parts of the Digital World. Said parts live off the phrase 'Survival of the fittest' as the inhabitants try to survive from the predator Digimon tearing them apart and absorbing their data. Back then, he was still laid back as he is right now, but of course he was also more cautious of his surroundings. Nobody would blame him since what happened to him back then was still happening today. Only difference between then and now was that he digivolved during his training and subsequent meals made from his defeated opponents. 

How he met the monkey Deva was a bit simpler. Both of them were searching for food to eat so they wouldn't starve. An apple was hanging from a tree branch above them when they both stopped in their respective searches. Terriermon started climbing the tree using his long, prehensile ears in order to get the piece of fruit hanging on top of the branch. 

Seeing the little Terriermon climbing the tree to get the apple, Makuramon got confused as to why a rookie Digimon like him would be doing out here all by his lonesome. But he soon figured that said rookie is probably starving like he was, and was trying to eat that apple upon reaching it. Almost teasingly, the monkey Deva conjured up a Treasure Ball and threw it above the branch. The resulting smoke was enough to momentarily blind the rookie Digimon, giving Makuramon enough time to get to the apple, snatch it from the tree, and jump down straight to the ground.

When the smoke cleared up, the little rookie saw no trace of the apple on the tree anymore. Swinging his head back and forth so he could find the culprit responsible for taking his food, it was only when he heard the crunching of said food that made him look down below him. A bit angry at the guy, Terriermon jumped into the air and launched himself with his Terrier Tornado attack straight at him. He was about a few inches of his target when all of a sudden the Deva stopped his attack by simply stretching out his gloved hand and grabbing the rookie's head. Things got a bit blurry after Terriermon was thrown straight into the ground, just a second after getting caught off guard.

Seeing that he impressed after witnessing the amount of power the little rabbit Digimon had, the monkey Deva walked up to him and gave him an offer to join him. Hearing the promise of food and safety got his interest and the rest is history. As to the subject of his digivolution, as already stated earlier it was during his training. Said digivolution didn't change his personality, as he's still laid-back as ever, but it doesn't mean any of his opponents should underestimate him. That will the last mistake any of them will make before getting pumped full of lead.
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“Hey dude, you okay?” a voice said, interrupting Gargomon of his reminiscing. “Yeah I’m fine,” the champion Digimon replied waving a gatling gun covered paw in dismissal. “Just going through memory lane like you were a few minutes ago. That’s all.” “Oh.” After saying that, Willis resumed his stone throwing that was interrupted by the strange arrival of his new companion. Stone after stone was sent skipping the river before reaching the other end of it, slamming into the trees. 
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Watching the human throw those stones in his hands like that nearly brought his attention rather quickly. As the gun toting Digimon observed how the boy aimed to the other side of the river, he got more and more curiouser of him. "Hey Willis," Gargomon asked the boy. "How did you learn to aim like that?" Willis shrugged in response before answering. "Don't know. Just comes naturally to me I guess. I was the best shot since I was a kid." "Why don't we have ourselves a little contest then?" the champion 'Mon said with a cocky grin. "To see who out of the two of us is the better shot." As he moved back and forth in thought on the idea, Willis couldn't help but wonder why his new companion would want to challenge him after just knowing the rabbit-dog thing for only a few minutes. 
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Out of all the randomest of things to happen, getting challenged into a shooting competition is probably one of the unexpected. On the plus side though, was that at least he gets to shoot something to keep his mind occupied during his break from his part in the search for Owen. After contemplating, Willis finally relents. "Okay," he says. "Let's do this."

Grinning at the acception, Gargomon brought out some discs that have been used to shoot at as part of training one's accuracy or something related to it. Exactly where the champion Digimon got them was a mystery, but it didn't matter at the moment. He saw the human boy bring out a .44 Magnum handgun from his backpack, right before checking the clip inside for ammo to use for the contest. Witnessing the amount of ammo in the clip for a few seconds, the champion Digimon grabbed only 12 of the discs he had before putting the rest back into what has dubbed as the ‘hammerspace’ pocket dimension inside his jeans. 

Setting the 12 discs up on the rocks next to a waterfall, Gargomon used the supersonic speed of his to get the supplies for making the scoreboard in order to keep track of the subsequent points both of the competitors get when they hit a target. The disks were divided into three colors, representing differing numbers of points for each one. Red equals 1 point, yellow equals 3, and blue equals 5. The object of this competition is to get the most points as possible in under 30 seconds. The player that has hit the most discs and received the most points is declared the winner.

"You ready?" Willis asked the Digimon. "Was born ready," was the reply. “Then, let’s get started.” The boy said. The game started the moment the 30 second timer activated. As quick as a flash Willis and Gargomon drew their respective weapons and immediately started firing at the discs just a few feet from them. Said discs are being riddled with bullet holes from both competitors as they fired their clips of ammunition before reloading. 

A loud “RIIIIIINNNNNNG” drew the attention of both the human and Digimon alike. Seeing that the 30 seconds passed, they were both surprised since they were just in the zone they both go into when they each have their fun. Both of them shrugged their shoulders before checking the scoreboard that was connected to the discs. If a disc was hit, the scoreboard catches the point and displays it like the ones used in stadiums. The names of the competitors were featured above the respective scores, as it was easy to tell who’s who. 

The score below Willis’ name had 18, the one below Gargomon’s 16. Willis won by two points, but it was enough to declare him the winner. “YES! I WON!” he exclaimed in delight. Gargomon, despite losing the competition, was a good sportsman and walked over to the boy to congratulate him. “Nice job man,” he said to the silver-haired boy. “I had to say I was impressed. Where I come from, I was among the best marksmen around. Seems that I met my match when I came here.” “Same here,” replied the 14-year old boy as he shook the Digimon’s gatling gun covered hand. 

As he turned to get his stuff to resume his search for Owen, the teen didn't notice the gun using Digimon walk to him while wearing a small, relaxed yet cunning grin. And with every step he took, Gargomon's grin got bigger and bigger until you could see his canines sticking out of it. He could almost see the boy's neck in his line of vision, before he wraps his arms around the boy. This action caught the boy off guard, judging by his sudden jump and the expression on his face.

"What's with ya man?" Willis questioned the champion Digimon whose arms are wrapped around his shoulders. "I need to find my friend. So would you please let go of me?" But the only response he got in return was a smile before the boy felt the Digimon's teeth sink into his neck, bits of blood streaming out and down his back. And then the freakiest thing happens.

What appears to be streams of data is coming out of the wound, with Gargomon's teeth still lunged inside. Even more frightening was the fact that the data streams are covering his clothes as well as his skin. Try as he might, Willis couldn't move any parts of his body due to the paralyzing effects of the bite on him. Being held by Gargomon's big arms doesn't help his situation either. As the data streams continue covering up more and more of him, Willis is trying to get the last few moments leading to the situation he's in properly sorted out. 

None of mattered anyway as the data streams have saturated his torso, going downward to his lower body. After the lower body was covered up in a disturbingly fast pace, the data streams went toward his neck. Was this how he was gonna die? Was it? Is this his intended fate? 

Sensing his distress, Gargomon removed his teeth from the boy’s neck before whispering in his right ear. “You don’t need to worry my friend,” he said in a reassuring tone. “You’re not going to die. You’re just going through a…rebirth of sorts. You’re about to become something far greater than your former life. My kind of Digimon have been doing this type of thing for as long as we can remember. So just relax, enjoy this, and everything will be alright.” 

Hearing those words got the teen a bit of relief at not dying, but he was confused as to what Gargomon meant by his kind of Digimon. 'And exactly what sort of rebirth is he talking about?' he questioned in his mind. The response he got to his unspoken question was the data streams covering him finishing the job by instantly going for the head faster than he could even scream. 

Nothing of the boy underneath the streams of data covering him was visible. The only sign of him in there was his silhouette, which wouldn't be recognizable at the moment when the next part of what's about to happen is starting. A large egg-like cocoon then suddenly appeared in wrapped up the data covered boy. Gargomon was smiling at this part since this is where things get intriguing. 

The boy’s shape inside the cocoon, which was completely covering him up, was changing as his skin was peeling away revealing a grid like texture underneath. Then the shape morphed and changed into a different shape altogether. Upon getting into a different shape entirely, new skin that fits the shape appears and wraps all over while other accessories and such come in here and there. It was when the process ended that the cocoon began to crack from the outside.

"That didn't take long," Gargomon remarked when he saw the still growing crack. "But it was all worth it in the end. Finally got my own Beta, and he sure is going to be a great one at that." The crack got bigger and bigger until the cocoon finally broke completely. Standing on the remains was what appears to be another Gargomon, one difference being that it was wearing Willis' clothes. Another difference is the lack of shoes on its feet, and another is the wolf head mark on its neck. An emotionless expression is adored on its muzzled face, blank eyes staring ahead towards nothing and nearly covered from the top by silver hair.

Gargomon was admiring his creation like an artist would with an artwork upon completion. He couldn't help himself. It was a true masterpiece standing right in front of him. He nodded to that thought in agreement. After all, he happens to have a mindset in which being a Digimon is far more superior than the complications humans go through day in and day out. 

‘Now what to do with him,’ he thought to himself after admiring his handiwork. ‘Better start with a simple command. Just to check the other effect of my little gift to my new Beta.’ His gaze went down to the other Gargomon’s feet, currently planted into the ground. 'That could work,' the first Gargomon thought with a smile on his face. "Hop on one foot," commanded the Alpha Gargomon. Obediently, the Beta Gargomon lifted his left foot and hopped on his right one. All while still wearing that same blank expression on his face. 

Gargomon could see the sole of his Beta's foot as said Beta continued hopping. The relaxed and laid-back Digimon was lucky his foot fetish was accepted by the others, since they all thought it was cool. Makuramon and Leomon especially. The three of them had so much fun when it was just them. A lot of fun. And they wanted to have a Beta of their own so that they could use them to play with when they would get bored with each other for a while. Now that he has one of his own at the moment, there’s no way that he could get bored. 

As he was deep in thought, the gun toting Digimon rubbed between his legs with one of his gatling gun covered paws, bringing out moans of pleasure from him. After a minute of seeing his Beta hopping on his right foot, Gargomon then told B. Gargomon to now hop on his left foot, which he did robotically. Gargomon resumed rubbing at the spot on his jeans between the legs while he watched his Beta hopping up and down. 

After another minute has passed since his little test, the gun user ordered his Beta to stop hopping and follow him somewhere. Both of them walked in a thick part of the woods, carrying Willis' stuff with them along the way, in order to meet up with the others when they also return. Gargomon had to admit that the time here in the Human World was a whole lot of fun since not only did he met a human that is equal to him in markmanship skills, but he also turned said human into his very own Beta. Two goals obtained for the price of one here.
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“Owen!” Luke called out as he swung his flashlight through the trees. “Owen! You out there man?” No response can from the trees and bushes around him. The 15-year old teen has been at it for a few hours after he and the others split up to search for their friend. Just what could’ve caused the dirty blond haired boy to scream like that? Did something happen to him? There was no way that could've been part of some joke. It just couldn't.

"Willis, you there," Luke said into his walkie-talkie. "Haven't found any trace of Owen in my part of the forest. I was wondering if you found anything where you're at. Over." The response he got was static noise, which had the dark haired teen raise an eyebrow. He then shook the walkie-talkie a little to check if it was broken or something. The teen stopped, before shrugging his shoulders as he whispered “Must’ve turned it off” before putting it away. Leave it to Willis to do something he's not supposed to do. When he finds the silver haired friend of his, he is SO gonna give the guy a lecture he'll never forget.

"Can't believe our little camping trip ended up becoming a manhunt for one of our friends," he mumbled to himself. "This is so unbelievable. Mack would've helped us search for Owen a lot more quicker. But no, he had to be stubborn and stay at the camp. HOW COULD THIS POSSIBLY GET ANY MORE WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS NOW!?!?!?" He yelled so loudly he scared off some birds. Resuming his search angrily, the oldest of the campers reached the edge of a cliff that is next to a waterfall.

Looking down to the bottom of the waterfall, Luke couldn't help but admire the view of the ground below. It truly was beautiful to see from the top, and also a bit scary at the same time while he was at it. Scary being that he could slip and fall into the river below and probably die from hitting the rocks under the water. The teen caught a glimpse of something shining next to the river. He was leaning in closely to a get a better glimpse before climbing down the cliff when all of a sudden his foot slipped and the teen looked like he was about to fall off.

"Got you." a deep voice said from behind him. The 15-year old felt a pair of strong, muscled arms grabbing him from behind and pulling him back from the edge of the cliff he was standing on a few seconds ago before slipping. After being let go when both him and his savior moved away from the cliff edge, Luke turned around to try to thank them before stopping upon meeting them.

The owner of the deep voice and strong arms was a lion like creature walking on two legs.  It had the height of an adult, with a muscled chest that looked hardened through weight lifting. The only piece of clothing Luke's savior was wearing were apair of black pants that have yellow cords in a pattern of "X" on the sides. The teen could see a black belt with a square metallic buckle on its waist, three others on its left arm, another in its left hand, and another in each pantleg. The bipedal lion was wearing a large collar with a blue gem in the middle of what looked to be rocks that resembled fangs making up the majority of the collar. The creature was also covered in orange fur all over its body, with yellow fur covering the part of the legs not covered by the pants and the tip of the tail quietly swishing behind. Sharp, black claws were on the creature's hands and feet, and looked ready to tear apart aything or anyone slashed by them. Luke could also see a sword from behind it, looking just as deadly and dangerous as the claws.

"You okay?" the teen's savior asked him, blue eyes looking at him with concern. That question snapped him back to reality before he shook his head. "Yeah, I am," responded Luke. "Thanks for saving me. I'd probably would've been dead if you didn't come along and saved me." Hearing the words of thanks brought a smile on the lion creature's face before he went on. "It was nothing." he said. "I was taking a little walk around this forest when I saw you swinging your flashlight around. What were you doing out here at this time of night anyway?" 

Frowning at the question given to him, the light-orange haired 15-year old sat down Indian style before he told his life saver. "Me and some of my friends were looking for a buddy of ours," Luke said. "The guy had to take a leak at a spot far out into the woods when we heard him screaming bloody murder minutes later. I decided we all go look for him, but one of us refused to help and chose to stay at the camp. When the five of us were about a few yards into our search, I'd thought we best split up to search for him more quickly. Haven't heard from the others for about a few hours after my last call to them. I even tried calling my friend on his walkie-talkie to get a report from him but to no avail. My guess was that the guy turned it off." He finished his story before remembering something. "Oh where are my manners," he said. "My name's Luke." "Leomon," the recently named Leomon said before bringing forth his hand, which Luke shook. "And I had to admit that was a pretty good reason for you to be out here. Also, why don't we go somewhere that isn't close to the cliff, like those rocks over there." 

The teen saw Leomon point to a couple of medium-sized rocks in the southwestern direction of where they both are. They look pretty comfortable to sit on, judging from the texture of them. Eh, what the heck. At least it's better than sitting on the ground, that's for sure. It was enough reason for the light-orange haired teen to stand up and walk with Leomon over to the rocks so the both of them could sit down. 

As both of them sat down, Luke and Leomon each had an expression of calm relaxation. The two were then looking up at the stars shining tonight, as well as a few shooting stars along the way. Gazing at the night sky was what they both seem to have in common right at that moment. Something about the stars brought out something from each of the gazers. 

"Stars are beautiful, aren't they?" questioned Leomon to Luke. "Yeah," the boy responded with a nod. "They are. Reminds me of all the times I spent with my older brother, before he passed away." That last bit he said in a quiet tone, hoping to keep it to himself as a tear streamed down his face. Leomon, with his great hearing, caught what the boy said. The lion Digimon then turned to the teen, wearing a concerned expression on his feline-like face. "You lost your brother?" he asked Luke in an equally concerned tone. As a noble Digimon, Leomon also acts as a father figure to smaller Digimon that couldn't even defend themselves from the dangers of the Digital World. Hearing someone lose their sibling, and front a human no less, has got to be very devastating for the one grieving. 

"Yes," Luke said in a sad tone. "His name was Zeke. The two of us used to mess around with each other when I was little. We'd play all sorts of games together. Tag, football, video games, water balloon fights with the others, and so on. Whenever I got bullied by the other kids older than me, he'd come by and stop them. I'd always admire him for that. Still do to this day." He sighed in remeberance at those times before continuing. "Later on, as he got into his teens, Zeke would always go to his friends so that they could perform all kinds of wacky stunts, and bring back recordings of them to show me so that I could see how awesome they each were. Of course I had to admit some of the stunts that he and his friends pulled were a bit excessive in my opinion."

"When he reached the age legible enough for him to join the army," Luke still continued. "Me and my parents were excited for him as much as he was when he got the letter. Few weeks later, the guy looked awesome and cool with the uniform he wore the day he left. As he went to the car that is taking him to the military training camp before he goes abroad, Zeke turned to me and gave me a thumbs up that I returned back. I didn't know at that time however, that it would be the last time I ever saw him." His expression gets even sadder before resuming his story. "A few years ago, when I got back from school, I noticed the same general that came to pick up Zeke stand outside the front door with my parents. Both of them were stricken with grief over something that I didn't know about until the general went to me and told me everything. The chopper that my brother was on was shot down behind enemy lines due to anti-aircraft fire. The whole thing burst into flames upon impact, leaving no survivors. The story was heart-wrenching enough on its own, but when the general showed me Zeke's dog tags and charred hat, I cried on the spot where I was standing nearly instantly."

As he said it, Luke cried streams of tears while he talked more. "How could something like that happen to Zeke? What did he ever do to deserve to die like that? What was it? Would somebody...anybody...tell me what did my family ever do to have to lose one of our own like every other family out there that lost one of their own? Is that too much to ask? Huh? IS IT?!" 

Seeing the teen next to him break down like that brought out Leomon's sympathies to him. He also understands what it's like to lose somebody precious to you, as he also lost his girlfriend to a forest fire that took the lives of not just her but also hundreds of other innocent Digimon who perished in the flames. None of them were reincarnated as the ones responsible for causing the fire absorbed their data. Another sad fact is that other Leomon aside from him have died protecting those that they considered precious to them as well. Why did his type have to become the 'sacrificial lion' in the first place? He's been meaning to ask the question for quite some time as he never met any other Leomon out in the Digital World. If the reason was that it part of some sick joke, then he doesn't find it funny at all AND HE'S NOT LAUGHING!!!

Luke felt an arm getting wrapped on his shoulder before looking up to see Leomon closer to him in a somewhat comforting fashion. He then placed his head on the Digimon’s chest, as he continued letting out all of his pent-up emotions that he kept hidden from his friends the whole time. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he heard the lion man whisper to him in a reassuring manner. “I understand how you feel. I lost somebody precious to me as well.” Hearing what the Digimon said, Luke lifted his now bloodshot eyes to look at him with a questioning expression mixed with a grieved one. “You did?” the teen asked. 

Leomon nodded before telling his story. It was just as sad as Luke’s when he lost his brother. The lion Digimon had a girlfriend named Beastmon, who was basically a female cat-like Digimon that was dressed in what resembled Arabian style clothing. She was a bit shy, but once you got to know her she could be very kind to her friends. She was considered to be one of the most beautiful female Digimon in the village they both lived in in the Digital World. When Leomon and Beastmon met each other, they both knew that they found somebody important in their lives. The two felines spent their time together gazing at the stars when it wasn’t playing with the smaller Digimon in the village. At first, according to Leomon, the two would’ve been inseparable. Unfortunately for them however, fate was not so kind that day.

Out of nowhere, a huge explosion appeared and set part of the forest surrounding the village on fire. The flames spread through more of the trees before touching the village next. Beastmon and Leomon were evacuating the villagers to a safe location when swarms of flying Digimon attacked them, separating them from the other Digimon defending the village. The swarms then attacked the villagers, then absorbing their data upon killing them. Not even some of the defending Digimon were strong enough to survive. But the biggest blow came when a Devidramon stabbed Beastmon from behind, the latter screaming in pain and agony as she instantly burst into data right in front of Leomon.

In a grieving rage, the lion Digimon went on a rampage and slaughtered every single one of the invading Digimon that attacked his home for no apparent reason around him. Those that have survived and avoided getting deleted by Leomon retreated in fear from his wrath, never to return. By the time he calmed down, the damage to his home was already done. Consumed with grief over the loss of his girl, he left the village soon after helping rebuild it with the other villagers that survived. 
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Hearing the story told to him made Luke feel a kindred spirit in the lion Digimon next to him. "You still miss her, don't you Leomon?" he questioned Leomon. "Yes. I still do." answered Leomon, who was gazing at the stars the whole time he told his story. "There wasn't a time in my life that I haven't thought of her. She was my whole world to me back then. And when I lost her, I felt a part of me died along with her. Hearing what happened to your brother reminded of her." After saying that, the lion Digimon hugged the light-orange haired teen close to him, the latter accepting it both out of appreciating for his new companion and to get warm from the sudden chill in the wind. 

What confused the 15-year old boy about his new companion was that said companion didn't even wear a shirt to cover his muscled chest. Nor did he ever wear any shoes for that matter when the boy looked down to his bare feet. Shrugging his shoulders, Luke then lays his head on where he supposed Leomon's heart should be. Before closing his eyes to take a few minutes of rest. 
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Seeing the boy so calm and relaxed when he's sleeping made the lion Digimon so happy and fond of his new companion. 'He looks so cute when he's sleeping,' he thought to himself. 'Like a little kitten. Who could possibly resist a sleeping kitten? Wonder what he would look like as a kitten version of me.' That last thought was answered in the form of him biting into the teen's neck that would in a way feel like a nibble from a harmless baby kitten. Leomon released his mouth from Luke's neck to see the mark of his kind appear on the spot where he bit him. 

And then the boy's transformation began. It started with his shirt fading out of existence, almost as if it wasn't even on him in the first place. The same thing happened to the boy's shoes, leaving him barefoot. Next his jeans turned into one that Leomon is wearing, belts and all. A lion's tail snakes its way out of the jeans with yellow fur at the tip. Light-orange fur next begins sprouting all over the still snoozing boy's body, with yellow fur popping out of the bottom of the pantleg. As the fur went to the transforming boy's neck, Luke was stirring in his sleep a bit before relaxing, letting the transformation continue as usual. The moment the fur and the boy’s hair touched each other, the latter blended with the former as the boy’s face morphed into one resembling a lion cub’s. The transforming boy’s ears move to the top of his head, like Leomon’s are. 

“Sweet dreams, my little DemiLeomon,” whispered Leomon to the sleeping surprise rookie form of himself. “Because where we’re going after my business here is done, it will be a whole new place beyond your wildest dreams. But don’t worry, you can get to see your family again. Just not in the way you’d expect. Sleep tight.” After saying those words, the lion Digimon carried the now lion cub Digimon that was still snoozing in his arms and walked away from the rocks they sat on a few minutes ago and went off into a different direction. Possibly where the others members of his group were gathering when they choose to go back to the Digital World with any possible new recruits. 

But something in the back of his mind has been bugging him after that meal they had an hour ago. What was Makuramon going to do with the camper staying at the campsite when he gets there? And just as important, where was WereGarurumon? What exactly happened to him after the monkey Deva squashed that other boy’s head in? Neither of the questions probably don’t matter right now. Whatever those two nutjobs are doing, at least he’s not there to witness it.
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Suddenly sneezing before rubbing his nose, said Deva thought that somebody was thinking about him and WereGarurumon. ‘Just ignore it Makuramon,’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s not worth it.’  He resumed his observation of the human inside one of the tents, which he's been doing since he arrived at the campsite. It seems that not all of the humans went into the forest, since the Ultimate level Digimon saw a silhouette of a boy reading a book inside. What exactly would the human be doing here all by himself? 

"WereGarurumon, did you know how long that human has been inside the tent?" Makuramon questioned the werewolf Digimon, who was on top of a branch of the tree the Deva was under. The other Ultimate Digimon was balancing himself on one foot while having his arms crossed. "Probably the whole time his friends were out searching for that friend of theirs that we'd devoured." he replied. "You're lucky I followed you here, since I know you're gonna do it to the boy inside. I know you all too well.” “Hehehe, you caught me,” the Deva giggled while raising both of his arms in faux surrender. “I was planning on turning the human into a Beta version of me. And why shouldn’t I? I’m possibly the only Makuramon in the Digital World, you know.” WereGarurumon looked at him with a deadpan expression, before pinching the bridge of his wolf snout and shaking his head at the monkey Digimon’s response. But of course he did have a point. How many other Makuramons are even out there in the Digital World? Answer to that question, none. 

“Let’s just get this over with okay?” the wolf Digimon said to the monkey Deva. “If this takes even longer than originally planned, we won’t be able to return to the Digital World before sunrise.” “You need not worry about that,” Makuramon said while winking his left eye to WereGarurumon. “What we’re going to do here is have a little chat with the human before I transform him. And if he tries to run away, we’ll just intercept him before he even leaves the campsite.” Sensing the logic behind the little plan he heard, WereGarurumon simply shrugged his shoulders before both he and the monkey Deva kept to the shadows and snuck to the campsite without being seen.
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Mack was currently reading a collection of short stories, all the while having a lit lantern nearby. This has got to be the most time things have ever been quiet with the others gone. Not that he cared about what happened to them of course. They dragged him into this whole fiasco, so in his opinion it’s their problem to deal with. All that he ever wanted to be at his house, on his computer, with nobody to bother him. But instead, he had to be dragged out here, away from civilization without any way of contacting anybody in town.

"This is so relaxing for me," Mack said to himself. "Nobody to bother me, nobody to annoy me, and most importantly nobody to get me into any of their stupid antics." The bespectacled boy was about to turn a page on his book when a gloved finger stopped him from doing so. "I wasn't done reading yet," a voice said. "Sorry." replied Mack. "Had no idea somebody other than me was reading this." "No biggie." the other voice replied. "And I probably should've introduced myself before."  Confused at that statement, the 12-year old boy looked up to see the owner of the voice before jumping a little, a bit startled.

Sitting cross-legged, right in front of him, was what looked to be a monkey wearing Eastern influenced clothing. The same monkey's shoes were set to the flap of the tent so that they could air out, as shown by the stink lines coming out of them. 'Did he spent a long while in those things?' was the question going through the boy's mind. Mack's eyes went to the monkey's bare feet, which were a bit sweaty but otherwise surprisingly free of mud and grass. His gaze then went to the weird monkey's face, which had a mischievous grin on it. There was no telling what's going on inside its head, but the boy shouldn't worry about that.

"I was also a bit rude too on my part," the boy said before bringing out his hand. "My name's Mack. Yours?" "Makuramon," Makuramon replied, bringing his hand out as well before they both shook. After that was done, Makuramon and Mack then both sat and stared at each other a little longer. It was about a minute and a half before Mack had to blink, while also asking a few questions to the new occupant of the tent. “So what exactly are you? And where did you come from?” he questioned. “I happen to be a Digimon, which is a short term for Digital Monster. And as to your second question, I come from a place called the Digital World. It happens to be inside the computers and other technological advancements that you humans use every day. Me and my friends have come here in your world to find some recruits for a different kind of Digimon that we happen to belong to. But not before having something to eat of course, since we accidentally ate the food we had before arriving.”
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The explanation behind the reason for Makuramon coming here was not what the bespectacled boy expected, but at least it was within reason. To think that there was a whole new world aside from the one he knows oh so well. And within the confines of human technology. Well, you know the saying: Life is full of surprises. What confused him however, was the part centering around the different kind of Digimon Makuramon and his friends belong to. No doubt they belong to some sort of secret society, if the mark on his right shoulder signifies anything.

“One more question,” he asks the Digimon in front of him. “What’s with that mark on your shoulder?” Seeing the boy point to his mark, Makuramon explains what it is in a casual tone. Almost like stating the obvious. “This is my special mark.” The monkey explains. “Other Digimon that have this mark aside from myself are known to be…special in a way. My friends also have it. Don’t ask me how I got it. I was just born with it. Nothing more, nothing less.” Raising an eyebrow at that somewhat cryptic answer, Mack then glanced at the monkey Digimon's feet, which are still bare and sweaty. 

Seeing the boy's gaze shift to his feet, the Deva smirked a bit before pushing the boy with one foot onto the tent floor. "Did somebody get interested in my feet all of a sudden?" he questioned in a mischievous tone. "'Cause I could see their eyes staring at them for few seconds before I caught them." Blushing both in embarrassment and having been caught, Mack decides to come clean with his little secret. "I...kinda have a foot fetish," he says embarrassingly. "I've also been mostly attracted to ones belonging to guys more than girls. Had it since I was five years old." 

The Deva patted the boy on the shoulder before having a confession of his own. "You're not the only one here that has that. I also have a foot fetish, and get mostly attracted to guys' feet more than girls." he says. "But it doesn't make me sexist or anything like that. I'm respectful and polite to women, mind you." "Well this is...surprising," Mack said after hearing Makuramon's confession. "At first I thought you'd be a-" "DON'T YOU DARE IMPLY THAT I'M A PERVERT, YOU INCOMPETENT FOOTLICKER!!!" the monkey Digimon angrily interrupted while giving the boy a death glare. "Y-yes sir," the 12-year old said, scared. "Sorry sir." "Good." Makuramon said in a happy tone. "Glad we had that taken cared of."

'That...was scary,' Mack thought. 'This guy has got some serious issues. Of course that might be an understatement if I knew him better.' His guess about the cause of the sudden mood swing he dealt with centered around the part of him being assumed as a pervert. The Digimon probably hates perverted people to the point where if he ever sees one, he'll probably castrate them slowly and painfully. 'Better steer clear of him when he does that.' Mack thought while shivering a little.

"So anyway," Mack says, changing the subject. "There wouldn't happen to be anyone other than you here, would there?" Nodding in response, Makuramon then opened up the tent flap to reveal a werewolf like creature. "Did somebody call for me?" the creature said in a cheeky manner. The boy pinched the bridge of his nose at that question. 'I had to ask.' he thought, exasperated. "Hi there, the name's WereGarurumon," WereGarurumon said while bringing out a clawed hand to the boy. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Blinking his eyes in confusion, the bespectacled boy shook the wolf Digimon's hand, while returning the greeting. "Name's Mack." he said. "And I want to know, how long were you out there?"

"Meh, the whole time you talked to my monkey friend here," WereGarurumon said, pointing a thumb to Makuramon. "By the way, you should probably be a little more careful on what you say to him next time. He doesn't act nicely to calling him a pervert. He really hates them with a passion. Just like he hates getting rudely interrupted for no apparent reason." "Why?" the boy questioned. "As I said earlier in our conversation with each other," the monkey Digimon joined in. "I happen to respect women, both in body and mind. Guys that get attracted to just their bodies alone, and the way they mistreat them like they were objects of pleasure and not living, breathing people with minds of their own, gets my data streams boiling. If I ever come across any one of these sick freaks, he'll be getting an extremely painful punishment from me."

Hearing what Makuramon said got his earlier thoughts about the castration part right, and backed away from him a bit just to be safe. Neither of the Digimon took notice of this as WereGarurumon continued the conversation. "Now my Deva friend here and I have been wanting to know why you're here all by yourself?" he asked Mack. "We've been a bit curious at that." Said Deva nodded in agreement with the question, since he wanted to know too. 

"Well, to make the long story short," Mack sighed. "One of my friends was screaming when he went into the forest to take a wiss. Scared the heck out of all of us when we heard it. The leader of our little camping group, Luke, decided to go searching for him out in that mass of trees. I, as one of the smart ones, voted against the search and tried to talk some reason into the guys. But they never listened and went in anyway. And I've been here since about a few hours passed." After hearing that short summary of the story given to them, WereGarurumon and Makuramon thought about it for a bit. It did sound reasonable, since the boy didn't want to get dragged into any shenanigans his friends get into. And the friend described in it was similar to the human they attacked and devoured earlier. Before killing another human that was nearby unfortunately. It was at that point in their thoughts that both Ultimate Digimon realized that those two humans were his friends, and they killed them. 
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Both of them looked at each other in worry while the boy resumed his reading, before shaking their heads and wearing a determined expression as they both nodded to each other in agreeing unison. They will see to it that this human boy is one of their own. And not just that, they will also see to it that the boy doesn't find out what happened to those two boys that died by their hands. Ever. For if he did find out, Mack would simply break down from grief and horror to the point where he would never trust the two Digimon again.

"Hey Mack," WereGarurumon asked him. "Have you ever felt that urge to become something more? That feeling where you get bored with your normal, everyday life that doesn’t have anything interesting to show you? Wanting to get some excitement in your life?” To say that Mack was a bit surprised at hearing that would be an understatement. In fact, he was caught completely off guard when WereGarurumon asked those questions to him. But there was a point behind them. After all, his life has been a bit dull now that he thought about it. However, it doesn't mean that it's boring per se. 

He’s one of those kids that tend to like going to school, and it would scare him to know that he’d never go back. It was one of the escapes from the stress and pain going on through his family at home after his mom recently died from a car accident, devastating both Mack and his father. The studying provided enough distraction from the grief he had to deal with in the months following his mother’s funeral. Mack just wanted to escape from the pain of losing her, and his friends knew of that pain since they went to the funeral as well that day.

“Well sometimes,” the boy responded to WereGarurumon’s questions. “Sometimes I just feel like I want to escape the pain of losing my mom. But look, I’m afraid I can’t accept that offer you two just gave me.” Seeing the shocked and confused looks on their faces, he gave them a reason why. “I just want to have a normal life. I’ve seen things like this happen before. They never end well for the one being offered this. They end up even more miserable they already are. If you two think I’d been that kind of person to just simply accept what you have in mind, then you are so mistaken my friends. Forget it. No deal. None. Got it?” Unfortunately for the boy, the response he received wasn’t what he expected at all. In fact, the Digimon’s responses almost scared him out of his wits.

Both Digimon had a sickeningly sweet expression on each of their faces. What scared him even more was what they said while wearing that expression. "We were hoping you would say something like that," Makuramon said. "The both of us would now get to do it the old fashioned," WereGarurumon added. "And the 'old fashioned' way you two are talking about is...?" Mack asked, fearfully. “Oh you’ll see,” Makuramon responded, while WereGarurumon went behind the 12-year old boy, grabbed both of his arms with one hand before bringing them behind the boy's back, and used one hand to grab onto his head and holding it sideways so that his neck becomes visible. 

"W-w-what's going on?" Mack stuttered out. "What're you doing to me?" He tried to move his arms, but couldn't since the grip on them was very strong. "Making you something more...special to say the least," WereGarurumon responded. "We should warn you though, this is going to be a bit painful." The boy was about to ask when he saw Makuramon open his mouth, exposing four extremely sharp canines, and clamps them down onto the boy's neck. If anyone else was within hearing range of the campsite, they would've heard the really loud scream of agonizing pain headed their way. 

As Mack continued screaming in agony and pain from the bite on his neck, he struggled to get free from the grasp of the werewolf Digimon behind. But it was to no avail. He was in so much pain to not notice his skin and clothes strip away, piece by piece, revealing a gridlike wireframe texture underneath. The two Digimon however, noticed the stripping and smiled. Makuramon unclasped his teeth from the boy's neck, so that he could see the transformation unfold right in front of him. WereGarurumon, on the other hand, kept his grip on the boy as he did the same.

By the time the 12-year old knew what was happening to him, the entirety of his body was stripped away, leaving a wireframe shaped into him. But the worse, unfortunately, was yet to come. The human shaped silhouette of the wireframe shifted, becoming something that was both familiar and different at the same time. The head became a bit oval shaped, in the exact shape of the monkey Deva in the tent. Height started increasing drastically, reaching about a few feet until stopping as it matched Makuramon’s height of about 6-8 feet. Part of the wireframe bulged out from where the tailbone was supposed to be, forming into what looked to be a tail. A monkey's tail at that. What happened next was the skin returning to the wireframe body, albeit a different one entirely.

It was so quick, as the skin returned to the boy’s body, that a bright flash briefly covered him for about a few seconds. Nearly blinding both Ultimate Digimon, it eventually receded and faded enough to give Makuramon and WereGarurumon a view of the new Digimon that they’re seeing in front of them. The latter of the two let go the transformed boy’s arms, in order for him to see his new form. 

Mack panted a bit from the pain he received from the bite on his neck, as he looked down and inspected his changed body with shock and horror mixed together. He looked at his hands first, seeing them covered with the same gloves Makuramon wore on his. Afterwards, his gaze went to his arms as they had brown fur on the skin. Gaze going even more down to the rest of the body, as he was wearing the exact type of clothes that the monkey Digimon was wearing instead of the khaki pants and blue-green shirt he had earlier. Even his shoes became those resembling the monkey Deva’s. 

Desperate to look for the mirror in his backpack that he brought with him, Mack rummaged through it before finally finding it next to his binoculars. Slowly bringing the mirror to his face, while tightly closing his eyes shut in case he was dreaming all of this. When the mirror went up to his face, he slowly open one eye, then the other, and look at the reflection in the mirror he was holding. Instead of his normal, human reflection staring back at him, it was one of Makuramon's. Only, it was now his. The transformed boy touched his face in order to feel it as real. 

"This can't be happening. This can't be happeniing. This can't be happening," he muttered in disbelief. Mack said this over and over again as he dropped the mirror, which of course landed back into the backpack, and felt every inch of his body with his gloved hands in order to ensure that it was all in his head. But when he felt the tail last, let's just say he freaked out.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the second Makuramon in fear, devastation, and overall horror. "I'm a monster! A monster for crying out loud! How am I gonna explain this to the others when they get back? I gotta get out of here, away from these psychotic Digimon that made me this way!!" He was about to take a step out of the tent the moment he opened the flap when his body just stiffened and froze in place. 

'What the...? Why is my body not moving?' he thought in confusion. Then he heard the monkey Deva go behind him, hands on his shoulders. "Why are you screaming?" the Deva questioned to Mack in a low voice. "You should be happy for this. I have given you a chance to be something different. That was all I asked of you. And what do you do in return? You freak out like you were dying or something along that line. Honestly, why is it that you humans do something like that is SO beyond me! Now come back inside, sit down, AND SHUT YOUR TRAP!!" With a lot of force put into his hands, Makuramon dragged Mack away from the tent flap, set him down on the floor, and closed the tent flap. 

"Ugh, it is always the same with nearly every single one of you humans when you come across something you don't ever understand," the Deva says to Mack. "But of course your reaction is a bit understandable, so I'm not complaining that much." "I agree with you pal," WereGarurumon added in to the conversation. "We should probably tell him about the kind of Digimon that we both tend to belong to before he goes insane from lack of information." The second Makuramon's interest was caught the moment he heard those words come out of the werewolf Digimon's mouth, as he calmed down from his freakout and listened to the Digimon that made him one of them. 

"What are you two talking about?" he questioned them. "Just what exactly are you? What kind of Digimon do you and your friends happen to be a part of? You did say that you were special in a way in our earlier conversation when I asked about that mark." He saw both of them sit down and give him a look, right before telling him. "We are...weredigimons to be honest." answered WereGarurumon.

"Weredigimons...?" Mack repeated in a confused manner. "Like... werewolves from those movies I used to watch?" Makuramon and WereGarurumon nodded to the questions given to them. "Yes, pretty much." Makuramon said. "Only a bit more complex than that."

"Weredigimons happen to be one of the most enigmatic types of Digimon in the history of the Digital World to be honest, as nothing much is known about our kind." the Deva continued. "However, what is known is that we happen to be a bit...bloodthirsty. One of the key major differences, however, is that we detect levels of negativity inside the hearts of any victims that we hunt down. In our perspective, the more evil they have in their heart, the more delicious they are in our eyes. By the time those would-be meals of ours find out about us, it'll already be too late for them before they even try to escape."

"Another trait that makes us unique is our very high level of intelligence, making us super smart in simple terms. It's what helps with any teamwork that our kind has when we get into groups of two or more. Plus it also helps with the supersonic speed that we have when we capture our prey. The combination of both our speed and intelligence has been enough to anybody creeped out. Especially when we go a bit...relentless in our hunts."

"That's right. We weredigimon can get pretty persistent, and even more dangerous, when we go for the kill. Any way we stop our hunts is if either our prey is caught and captured, dead, or somehow managed to escape us. That last thing only happens very rarely, and is least likely to happen."

Hearing all of that completely stunned (as well as scared a bit) the second Makuramon. Letting all of that information settle in his head for a few seconds, Mack then gets a bit curious about the first Makuramon, as well as WereGarurumon. "Is every Digimon in the Digital World a weredigimon?" he asks. The response he got in return were two looks of shock and surprise as the two Ulitmate level Digimon looked at each other, then back to him. At that moment, he felt even more curious since it probably surprised even them.

"Well...now that you think about it, there have been some things about our kind that even we don't know the reason of." WereGarurumon answers. "To be honest, not exactly. Only Beast and Animal type Digimon are weredigimon. However, the only tell-tale sign of these two types that show them to be like us is the mark that our kind has. You don't need to worry, not all Beast and Animal Digimon are weredigimon." That brought a sigh of relief to the now third Digimon in the tent, as he was about to pee his pants otherwise. And in his honest opinion, Owen wasn't the only one that haven't stopped peeing himself when he gets scared greatly. "That's a relief," Mack said in a relaxed tone. "For a second there, I thought I was gonna deal with a lot of unusual Digimon in my lifetime. But wait, out of all the types of Digimon in your world, why are Beast and Animal type Digimon the only ones capable of becoming weredigimon?"

"To be honest, we've been meaning to ask that same particular question for as long as we can remember." replied Makuramon. "None of us know the answer to why only those two particular types were chosen. Heck, we didn't even know which Digimon became the very first weredigimon, nor did we figure out when. That part of our kind's history has been a complete blank, so there's nothing we could know about it. Been baffling even the smartest of us." The other Ultimate Digimon nodded in agreement. He may not be the type to read much, but even he was curious as to that titbit of the history of the weredigimons and how they came to be in the first place. It's been haunting him ever since he was a Gabumon, which was at that stage that he found out about what he really is. 

“But enough of that history lesson, why don’t we finish our little business here and get back to the Digital World?” WereGarurumon said as he got out of the tent and stretched his limbs. “For all we know, some of our friends have already managed to get a few new recruits in our ranks. And to think, that we were going to eat nearly all of them.” What the wolf Digimon said confused the second Makuramon however, as it sounded like he and the original monkey Deva Digimon were like the bloodthirsty creatures he originally related them to. Seeing the look of confusion on their new friend's face, both Ultimate Digimon then have to tell him what they mean.

"You see Mack, there was more to what we had to tell you when we first met you,” the Deva confessed to Mack. “Originally, we planned on devouring you and your friends, which we've managed to do to two of already. But, after some considerations and some thought, we have then decided to go for recruiting you instead. As one of our abilities was reading the minds of whoever we choose, some of us have discovered some very painful things about most of your friends. We may be bloodthirsty, but we're not heartless you know." Hearing those words of confession come from the two shocked, as well as horrified, Mack straight to the core of his very being. Normally he would’ve been angry at them for what they did to his friends, but after hearing what one of those abilities revealed about, he calmed down knowing about what they were talking about. A month before this camping trip, they had a sleepover at his house while his dad was taking a business trip for the weekend.

It started off as small talk at first, but it eventually became some sort of sharefest of their deepest, darkest memories that they've kept hidden from each other. Eventually, they all knew a bit more about each other than they did before. It felt like a long time ago if anybody was going to ask him about it. So if WereGarurumon and Makuramon know about it, then that must mean that they’ve known about Alex’s problem too. 

“Does… that mean that you also…?” he reluctantly asked before getting an answer from the monkey Deva. “Yes, we know of your gamer friend’s bullying problem,” Makuramon said. “Don’t worry, weredigimon tend to go through something like that too.” That brought about a look of understanding from the third Digimon at the camp since it seems that even in the Digital World that problem still lingers. It was enough reason for him to calm down before getting back to being curious. 

“There wouldn’t happen to be any girl weredigimon, would there?” he asked. The reaction he got was enough to make him giggle, as Makuramon and WereGarurumon both blushed in embarrassment and began babbling incoherently. He grabbed his cellphone out of his backpack, opened up the camera app, and took a picture of the two Ultimate Digimon continue their babbling. When that was done, Mack put the phone back before speaking to the wrecks in front of him. “Relax you two, I was just kidding,” he said. “I just wanted to see how you would react. And it sure is hilarious to see, hahahahaha!” 

Snapping out of the stupor they were in, the two Ultimate Digimon then glared at Mack before the original monkey Deva stretched out his left hand, touched the mark on the spot where he bit the boy, and said the word "sleep." After Mack dropped into dreamland when he said it, he grabbed hold of his new Beta's body and walked out of the tent with WereGarurumon following them both. 
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As all three Digimon at the camp left the tent, they came across the other members of the group that came to the Human World. It would seem that judging by the emptiness of the campsite, they were packing up the humans’ camping equipment the whole time that Makuramon and WereGarurumon were talking with Mack. Gazimon was carrying a few rolled up sleeping bags on his shoulders when he stepped over to them. “What took you guys so long?” he asked in an irritated tone. “We had to double the load here since we wanted to get rid of any traces of the humans that were here.” Both of the Ultimate leveled Digimon blinked in confusion before seeing the others continue packing everything up.

Few seconds later, their expressions change to deadpan before giving an explanation. "We were just having a little chat with the kid," WereGarurumon said in a deadpan tone. "What else?" "Did you honestly expect us both to know that you guys were already out here?" the original monkey Deva chimed in, also in a deadpan tone. "To be honest, we thought we were the only ones in the camp until now. So if you value not ending up in one of my 'home videos', then I suggest that you zip it before I GO OVER THE DEEP END!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" "Yes sir. Sorry sir." Gazimon said, afraid. Everyone else paused on what they were doing and turned their heads into Makuramon's direction with a scared expression. They were really close to having to endure another one of the Deva’s psychotic episodes, which would’ve eventually ended up in being in one of his films with them being tortured in some way.

Fear turned to relief when they saw him calm down, as the rest of the group of weredigimon released the breath that they each had unknowingly held. After that, they resumed their work as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago. The ones that had a Beta of their own simply lay them next to a tree a few feet to their left. Said Betas were sleeping very soundly and peacefully, as the only signs were their chests moving up and down from their silent snoozing. They were all still exhausted from the stress of their respective transformations, and none of them would wake up for about 10 more hours. By the time they wake up they wouldn't even be in the world that they know.
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As the last of the camping equipment was put away, the group of seven Digimon then made preparations for the trip back to the Digital World. Leomon drew what looked to be a circle with an intricate and somewhat bizarre pattern surrounding it. Putting away the stick used to draw said circle, the Lion Digimon then stepped inside it as he carried the still sleeping DemiLeomon in his arms. WereGarurumon joined in after him, followed by the Gato twins carrying the two Salamon in their paws. Gazimon was next, carrying the food containers that the kids had brought with them. He was a bit pleased about it though. 

Gargomon had his Beta in his arms as well when he stepped in next, all the while carrying some of the backpacks the campers brought with them. Not only is one of the more laid back of the group of Digimon, but he is also one of the strongest of them. He never minded the extra baggage that much. The gun using Digimon was looking upon Willis as he snoozes in his arms with a look of fondness of his muzzle like face. The both of them are really going to have a lot of fun when they get to his home.

The very last one to step into the circle was of course the resident Deva as he also had his Beta in his arms as well. As Makuramon wore an expression of calmness, he placed one foot inside the circle before the other followed. Seeing that everybody else was inside with him, the monkey Digimon then took a deep breath before he said the following words. "Transport Gate Open!" were the words that came from Makuramon, which was followed a flash of light that lasted a few brief seconds before fading. The circle that was drawn into the ground vanished, almost as if it was there in the first place. 

The 12 Digimon that were there in the circle were nowhere to be found. Most likely that they got to the Digital World successfully. And as for the five of the seven kids that were camping that day, they would all be having an unexpected experience once they wake from their sleep. VERY unexpected indeed.