A story commission for WomblesFan
Bearmon looked around, finding himself at the entrance of a cave far up on a frigid mountain. Hugging his body, he couldn’t help but shiver from the cold. “I-I thought I was in the B-Bunny Burrow in my nice, w-warm bed,” he shivered as he rubbed his arms for warmth. “How did I end up here?”
“Are you coming or are you gonna just stand out here and freeze your butt off, Teddy?” asked a Guilmon, with a noticeable doughy belly, as he stepped out of the cave. “The cave is plenty sturdy so there’s no risk of it collapsing.”
“Greg?” asked Bearmon staring like he was looking at a ghost. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m on an adventure with you, of course,” he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, climbing every mountain, sailing every sea… eating every pizza pie. Adventure stuff.” Approaching Bearmon, he lifted up his cap to feel his forehead. “Are you feeling alright, Teddy? You don’t seem to have a fever.”
“I don’t, and don’t call me ‘Teddy,’” he warned him, pushing his arms off of his head. “You know what that does to me.”
“You always like when I call you that,” he replied. “It’s been our thing since we were kids and I mistook you for an oversized plushie. Are you sure you aren’t sick?”
“Sick is the least of my worries,” he spoke back and removed the blue straps over his right arm. “I got this…” Looking at the back of his hand, there was no Digital Hazard Mark, just his bluish gray fur. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone?” wondered Greg as he looked. “Were you wearing a ring or something?”
“Uh, nevermind,” Bearmon replied putting the straps back on.
“Well, whatever, I’m gonna go take a look in here. You can stay out here and let Jack Frost nip over every inch of ya if you want.”
“Uh, sure, sounds good,” replied Teddy as he scratched his head beneath his cap, too lost in thought now to pay his friend any mind. Shrugging his shoulders, Greg the Guilmon just made his way inside the cave.
“This is so weird,” thought Bearmon. “It’s like time has rewound and I’m back to before. Before Teddy. I should be happy, but…” Bearmon turned back to the cave, looking up at the icicles that hung from the maw of it, like the pointy teeth of a monstrous creature. There were even two red stones above it like eyes. Seeing this, Bearmon’s heart skipped a beat as he trembled fearfully. “No, this can’t be.” Immediately, his eyes darted to a short distance from the cave’s entrance to a patch of yellow snow. “That’s where Greg took a leak before going inside… and I followed him inside. And… after that… Greg!!!”
Dashing into the cave, Bearmon called out to his friend over and over, but he didn’t answer. In spite of running nonstop, he couldn’t seem to catch up to his friend no matter how deep he ventured into the heart of the mountain. Finally, wheezing and sweating from running, somehow unobstructed through pitch blackness, he slowed to a trudge. Weakly, he called out again, “Greeeeeeeg…”
“Yeeeeeeeeees,” he answered in a similar manner to Bearmon’s short of breath cry. “What is it?”
“Oh, Greg,” cried Bearmon, finding renewed strength now that he found his friend. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Heh, couldn’t ignore the call to adventure any longer, I see,” he assumed with a smile of his chubby face. “Well, that’s great to hear, because-”
“The only reason I came here is to get you out,” he explained. “This cave is dangerous. It’s the place-”
“Where a legion of Virus Digimon once gathered in Dark Ritual to destroy this world,” he answered as he rolled his eyes. “I know the old legends and that’s why we’re here in the first place. And anyway, that was ages ago. It’s just an old cave now, but I think I’ve found some treasure down there.”
“Treasure?” asked Bearmon as he took a peek past Greg to look and could see a faint light down a steep slope. He could barely make it out, but his heart started racing. “That’s no treasure. Look, Greg, we really should go, I’m begging you. Whatever you think that is, it isn’t worth it.”
Looking into his friend’s pleading eyes, the Guilmon sighed, but then smiled. “If you insist, but you owe me a meal,” he told him. “And you know my appetite. It takes a lot to fill my belly up.”
“Don’t I know it,” chuckled Bearmon, more relief flowing through him than he ever thought possible as they turned to leave. However, they didn’t get very far before the cave started to tremble violently.
Fearfully, Bearmon hugged Greg’s leg while the large, red dino dug his claws into the walls of the cave. “What’s this? Earthquake? Eruption?”
“Not again!” wailed Bearmon, this shaking all too familiar to him as well. As they held on, attempting to wait out the shaking, the ground beneath their feet collapsed. The two of them tumbled down the slope behind them into darkness where the only light available to them was the shine of the treasure at the bottom.
“Wah!” cried Bearmon as he landed flat on his face. However, he didn’t land on some cold, rough stone, but a cool wooden floor. Slowly sitting up, he rubbed his sore nose and took in his surroundings. Greg wasn’t with him anymore and he was back at the Bunny Burrow where he knew he was supposed to be. Peeking at the back of his right hand, the DH Mark was there once more.
“Guess I was having one of those falling dreams,” he figured as he fixed his blanket that had half fallen off the bed with him. “Can’t say I’ve had one of those before… but why did I have to dream about Greg and that cave now of all times? Is it because I’ve finally started to gain better control of Teddy? Or, is it something else?”
Scratching his head, Bearmon didn’t know what to think. He was also much too awake now to go back to bed. Instead, he grabbed his cap off the nightstand and slipped out of his room. Walking down the hall, he cracked open the door to the room with all the Terriermon in it and sighed with relief that he hadn’t woken any of them up. After that, he snuck to the other bedroom where Gargomon was sawing logs. The overweight, bunny was tossing and turning in his bed even more than Bearmon figured he had during his nightmare. He was busy hugging a body length carrot pillow, wrapping his arms around it as he munched upon it. “Oh, I just love giant carrot dreams,” he snoozed with a big smile on his face. From the way he sounded, he was having a lucid dream. “They are so much fun, but I go through so many pillows this way too.”
Bearmon noticed in the corner of his room where a pile of carrot pillows were in pieces. Looking back at Gargomon, he managed to tear into the pillow with his teeth and swallow a chunk of it before going in for another. “So yummy and cottony.”
“Uh, well, glad I didn’t disturb him from… that,” he thought and slowly left the room and made his way out of the burrow. He walked around to the back and climbed on top of it to stare up at the night sky, the sun still far from rising and countless stars filled dark tapestry overhead.
“Greg used to love camping out under the stars too,” Bearmon recalled. “It’s been so long… since we were last together. Does he still stay up late admiring them? Does he still oversleep till noon as a result?” Gripping his right paw with his left, Bearmon buried his head in his knees and started to weep.
G the Gaomon stood before a tall cathedral that resided in the middle of nowhere. Looking at it, he took a deep breath before making his way up the steps. As he did, the rather sizable gut he obtained while on his mission to rid the Digital World of Bearmon’s DH Mark still hung on his frame, draped almost down to his knees. His arms and legs still retained a fair amount of their plumpness as well. Even his face looked a tad swollen with chubbiness.
“It wasn’t a total failure of a mission,” he admitted to himself. “The target is currently in a safe environment. Only I and a few oversized bunnies know his location so there shouldn’t be any danger of the virus within him being triggered. All things should be considered fine with only an occasional checkup on him from time to time. The Digital Sovereign will understand. After all, he put me in charge of this mission and he trusts my judgement. Sure, things didn’t go as planned. The code he gave me to put a stop to it ended up in me rather than him, but if Bearmon can truly gain control over Teddy then the possibility of him becoming a threat to the Digital World will be nullified as well.”
“Sounds like your mission didn’t go as well as you had hoped,” commented a rather hefty-looking Gabumon, his gut so large it even outsized the one G was sporting. Even the rest of his body fatter, including a thick pair of meaty thighs and a bulbous rear that was like a couple memory foam pillows for him to sit upon. He was like any other Gabumon, dressed in a light gray fur with blue markings cloaked over the top of his head and the backside of his fat figure. However, unlike other Gabumon whose bellies were decorated with a blue tattoo, his had a blue screen on it with a couple rings around where a belly button should have been. Over the rings there were the words “Please Press Here to Begin.” Above that, upon the middle of his belly were more words, “Ready to upload.” On the front of his thunder thighs were two rectangular loading bars that were currently inactive.
“D-Datyr,” stuttered G as he turned to see the overweight Digimon chilling on the side of the steps of the cathedral. “H-How long have you been there for?”
“The whole time,” he answered as he pressed a paw to the rings on his belly, causing his stomach to make a digital beeping noise. After that, he reached into blue screen, passing through it like it wasn’t solid. The bars on his legs then read “unloading” and quickly the bars filled up to one hundred percent almost instantly. When they did, the Gabumon retrieved a slice of pizza from it that he started to munch on. He then continued to speak while he ate. “It must have been a huge blunder on your part if you were too distracted to even see me here, dawg.”
“Please don’t use slang,” groaned G, annoyed at the Gabumon’s laid back demeanor. “And show some decency and not talk with your mouth full. This is the domain of the Digital Sovereign and you are disgracing it with such slovenly behavior.”
“It’s all good, bruh,” he told him as he licked his digits clean before reaching in for more. This time he pulled out two and offered one to G. “Why not come join me and take a load off. I dig that gut you’re sporting. A round paunch really suits ya.”
“This was not intentional!” cried G, his face red as he swung his gloved fists in the air. “It was necessary for my mission, nothing more than that.”
“Still a nice addition,” he replied while stuffing both slices into his maw and munching them up. In one big swallow he downed them both. “If you change your mind I’ve got plenty more yummies in my hard drive of a tummy.”
“I will never understand it. You possess nearly limitless storage space and yet you waste it by hoarding food in it like it’s a fridge or something,” sighed the Gaomon. “How did a slacker of a Digimon like you ever get into the same squad as me in the first place?”
“Well, I’d say this belly of mine is far more useful than a fridge,” he said, giving it a regular pat, making it wobble. “Anything I store in it is put in a state of suspended animation. If were to put a, say, a pizza in here while it was freshly made and piping how, it’d stay that way when I took it out again. The same would be true with cold and ice cream. It’s great. None of my food can become bad or moldy. And, as you said, I’ve got nearly limitless storage so even all the food I’ve got in there is but a drop of grease in the fryer, ya dig?”
“Point taken, but it’s still a waste of such power regardless,” retorted G.
“As for why I’m apart of this squad,” he continued with a little smirk. “My success performance rating has always been higher than yours and everyone else in the group, for that matter. The Digital Sovereign is always stoked with my work and even asked me if I’d be willing to take the lead position quite a few times. I turned him down every time, of course. I’m not a fan of the load of paperwork we’ve gotta deal with in the first place and I’d only get ten times as much if I did take it. I can hardly stand to do what I’m already given. It harshes my mellow.”
“You don’t do your paperwork at all,” G spoke bluntly. “Last time I checked your office was filled with your reports made into origami animals, folded and cut into snowflakes, and even used to make a paper mache burrito. You’ve done pretty much everything you could with it except write your reports on it.”
“My thought process is more an abstract one and I do enjoy my paper crafts,” he beamed unashamedly at that fact. He then got up and stretched. “Well, my break is over, so time to get to work.”
“Oh, so you were taking a break,” commented G. “And here I thought you were just goofing off.”
“Nah, dawg,” he smiled, pulling out a washcloth to clean his paws off and then returned it to his belly. “If nothing else, I take my work as serious as need be and right now I’ve got a totally sick wave to ride.”
“Uh, does that means you were assigned a difficult mission?” G tried to decipher his slang.
“As tough as they come,” he nodded, cheeks bobbing up and down as he did. “The OG of the DW wants me to find a certain Digimon with the potential to destroy our world if he is not found and neutralized ASAP.”
“Sounds a little like the mission I was just on… I think,” noted G, not sure what all those abbreviations stood for.
“My mark’s gonna be a bit tricky to put a tail on because the Digimon in question’s whereabouts are currently out of the know. The best I’ve been able to dig up is that a certain narc can give me the deets I need to get started. I’m actually meeting with them right now.”
“Well, if you are meeting with someone, I shouldn’t keep you,” replied G. “I’ll be going.”
“No, you misunderstood me, dawg,” Datyr told G. “The narc ain’t someone I’m expecting. They is here and they is you. Now, take a seat and spill what you know about the digital dude, Bearmon.”
“Him, but he already contains a dangerous code within himself,” stated G. “Are you telling me he’s somehow involved with someone else who does as well?”
“It seems you’re misinterpreting the words that I’m saying, dawg,” said Datyr as he reached into his belly and pulled outta lollipop, sucking on it for a moment before continuing to talk, speaking far more sternly. “You are the informant, not me. Now, tell me what I want to know and don’t leave any details out.”
Looking into Datyr’s eyes, his normally mellow gaze had become sharp as a knife that was stabbing right through him and sent a chill down G’s spine. “Datyr doesn’t get like this unless things really are bad,” sweated G, trembling a bit. “Is the case he’s on really that dangerous?”
“Or you can just fill out your paperwork and I can read it from there, dawg,” the Gabumon told him in his more leisurely voice, his friendly smile returning. “Then you can untangle that noodle of yours and be more clear and concise.”
“Uh, no, that’s okay,” replied G, preferring friendly Datyr to the scary one. “I can tell you all I know right now.”
“Gravy!” he stated happily taking a seat on the steps once more and patted the step next to him for G to join him. Not refusing the offer this time, the overweight Gaomon sat down. Datyr then pulled out some more pizza slices and offered one to G.
“I thought you were done with your break,” commented G.
“I am, but what good is a story without some snackage?” he told him as he bit into his slice and continued offer one to the blue, dog Digimon. This time Gaomon accepted it.
“Well, I guess I should start with the bunny burrow,” G told him before taking a bite of his slice.
“Not another step closer,” shouted Gargomon sternly, his voice awakening Bearmon who had fallen asleep atop the burrow.
“Huh?” the groggy bear Digimon mumbled as he opened his eyes and saw the sun was high in the sky overhead. “How did I… Oh, right. I couldn’t sleep so I came up here to stargaze. Guess I must’ve dozed off at some point.”
“You are not taking our friend and we’ll do whatever it takes to protect him,” continued Gargomon, drawing Bearmon’s attention to the front of the burrow where the large bunny was confronting a Gabumon that was even fatter than he was. All the chubby Terriermon were with him too, including the BlackTerrermon, Impy, and the stuffed animal one they called Bunzaemon. All the little bunnies had their arms up, their paws clenched into fists. Gargomon had a pair of carrots connected to chains as a pair of makeshift nunchucks. With surprising dexterity, the big bunny showed his prowess with them, swinging them around his blubbery body without letting them so much as brush against him. The Terriermon watched in amazement, never expecting him to be so skillful like he was demonstrating.
“Did you know he knew martial arts?” asked Bunzaemon.
“I didn’t know he could fight that didn’t involve flopping his girthy self onto his opponent,” replied Impy.
“It seems that G was right about this bunny bunch,” commented Datyr. “You’re willing to do whatever it takes to protect your friend, Bearmon.”
“That’s right,” nodded Gargomon, his chubby cheeks flopping around as he did. Without thinking, he took one of the carrots on his nunchucks and munched on it. “So, ya best git, cause we ain’t letta ya take our little buddy away from us.”
“But I’m not here to make like a ghost and spirit your friend away,” Datyr assured him. “I’ve just come to chew the fat with him a little. I think he might be able to help me out with a case I’m working on.”
“Oh, is that all?” Gargomon asked as he munched on the other carrot with a smile on his face. He then turned to the bunny burrow and shouted. “Hey, Bearmon, a friend of yours is here and wants to munch on some blubber wit ya!”
“So trusting?!?” everyone thought, including Datyr.
“He wants to talk with me?” wondered Bearmon as he ran around the burrow to hurry over to them all.
“So, you’re Bearmon,” smiled the fat Gabumon. “You’re fatter than I expected from what G told me about you.” He gave his gut a poke.
“Oh, so you know G,” replied Bearmon. “He’s only been gone a short while, but I put back on the weight I lost while he was here and then some.”
“Well, you look real phat,” stated the Gabumon as he patted his own gut to make it wobble. “Nothing like a big, wobbly belly.” His gut then gave an embarrassing grumble that made him blush. “Though they typically get hungry a lot more often as a result.”
“Well, if you want some grub,” offered Gargomon. “I can fix us all up something to eat in the burrow.”
“I appreciate the offer, bunny bruh,” replied Datyr. “But this one will be on me. Also, it gives me the chance to show you all something tubular.”
Bearmon and all the others watched as the Gabumon tapped on his belly button and was then able to reach into the blue screen covering his gut. They all leaned in closer, intrigued and only grew more as he began to pull out a really long picnic table. “Think you guys can give me a hand getting this out of me?”
“Well, there’s something you don’t see everyday,” commented Impy as he and the others grabbed the table and began to help Datyr pull it out of his belly.
“We see a lot of things one normally doesn’t see,” commented Bunzaemon.
“Guess we’re just lucky,” smiled Gargomon.
“But is it good luck or bad?” commented Impy as they finally got the table out and then the Gabumon began pulling out long benches for them to sit on either side of the table. After that, he pulled out tons of food from pizzas to burgers and hotdogs, and tons of other fun picnic foods. Still not done emptying his stomach dimension, next came plates, cups, drinks, and utensils. By the time it was all out and set up on the table they had a large enough picnic for them all to partake in.
“Looks like good luck to me,” drooled Gargomon as he took a seat and was already helping himself to the tasty spread. He popped a few deviled eggs into his maw like they were pieces of popcorn. While he chewed them up, he wiggled his rear over towards the plate of hotdogs. Swallowing those hard boiled eggs, he started to scarf down hotdogs, munching one down from end to end with the next ready to be eaten without pause. As he started on the second, with his newly free hand, he grabbed another to be eaten soon after. “Mmm, it’s all nice and fresh too. Come on everyone, dig in before I eat it all myself.”
“Or me,” mumbled Datyr with a maw stuffed full of potato salad. He then poured himself a glass of lemonade to help wash it down. Giving his gut content pats, he then grabbed a burger to consume next.
Seeing those two were very capable of glutting on all that food themselves, the fatty bunnies and Bearmon were quick to take their seats and start filling plates with all the food they could get their paws on and start stuffing their faces too. With the combined efforts of all those gluttons, they were able to make quick work of it all the picnic food and end up with happily fit to bust. Rubbing over their own and one another’s bellies, the Terriermon then found a comfy patch of grass to laze about in and digest their meal while they tried to decide what kind of game they would wanna play today.
“I must say you’ve got a mighty fine treasure chest built into ya,” stated Gargomon as he poked Datyr’s belly. “I’d be interesting to get one installed if ya know a guy that could put it in.”
“I’d love to fix you up with a data storage like this,” he replied. “But it’s not exactly the kind of thing that can simply acquire. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have that chat with Bearmon.”
“Okay,” agreed the fat bear Digimon as he got up and stretched. “What is it you want to know?”
“Mind if we have this conversation in private?” he asked. “You don’t mind, do you, Gargomon?” He didn’t answer. “Gargomon?”
“Where’d he go?” wondered Bearmon as they turned and saw the big bunny wasn’t sitting with them. Looking around, they saw him waddling his big booty over to the other buns in the field.
“Who wants to work off that meal with a game of bunball?” he called out to the others.
“We do!” the Terrerimon answered, eager to play as they popped out from where they were resting in the grass.
“Alrighty, then let’s play!” bellowed the obese bunny leader as he grabbed Impy off the ground and tossed the hefty Digi as far as he could muster. “Then go long!”
“Why is it I’m always the ball when we play, well, anything that needs one?” cried Impy as he tumbled through the air and was caught by a group of Terriermon gathered around where he was flying towards.
“Catch completed! Twenty-six points for me,” smiled Gargomon.
“How are pointed even calculated?” questioned Impy blushing as the bunnies groped his pudge to get a better hold on him. Then, with their combined strength, they tossed him towards another group of the chubby bunnies. They caught him and got ready to do the same.
“Fifteen points for us,” the first group of bunnies cheered.
“Why is that less points than what Gargmon got?” wondered Impy.
“Time for the lightning round!” Gargmon called out.
“Lightning round?” questioned Impy. “Are you just saying random stuff that other games have? What even is the point of all this?”
“Why are you so upset?” commented Bunzamon. “Impy, you’re winning.”
“I am?” he replied surprised. “Uh, well, no surprise there. Okay, guys, let’s keep this game going!”
The Terriermon did just that, tossing him to another group of Terriermon ready to catch the fat, black bunny. Once he was out of earshot, one of the Terriermon asked Monzaemon. “Why did you tell him he was winning? The ball doesn’t get any points. The points don’t even mean anything.”m
“I know, but he always has a lot more fun when he thinks he’s winning,” the plushie-like bunny explained and they continued to play around like they did every day.
“That’s quite a bunch you’ve ended up with,” commented Datyr as he and Bearmon watched them toss around Impy who had began to coach them through their throws to help them throw farther and increase his score. “Very playful and carefree despite knowing about your Digital Hazard Code and the monster it awakens within you when it activates.”
“They are like a family and they’ve been kind enough to welcome me into their fat folds,” replied Bearmon. They were silent after he said that only to burst into laughter. “Heheh, that’s how Gargomon would put it. He’s starting to rub off on me, I guess.”
“Sounds like it, bruh,” nodded the Gabumon. “It seems that in spite of all the misfortune you’ve had since acquiring that dark code, you’ve finally found a place you can be at peace. I’m happy for you… that your story has reached a point of happiness. I hope that it can last as long as possible, forever, if such a thing truly does exist.”
“I do too,” nodded Bearmon. “And it sounds like you know a great deal about me.”
“I do because the case I’m on has you as a key player in it all, ever since you obtained that mark. The trail I’m on has gotten cold and in order to dig up some new leads I had to go back to the beginning and look at things from another angle, you.”
“Me?” replied Bearmon as his mind immediately shifted towards his friend, Greg.
“Yeah,” he continued. “From what I’ve heard, your condition to my target is quite similar. So, from your first sighting I followed your trail. Finally, after talking with my associate, G, I was able to locate you here. Now, I’m hoping you can show me something that will assist in my investigation.”
“I’ll be glad to tell you anything I know,” he answered.
“Words would be nice, but I have a means that is far more thorough than merely talking to find what I’m looking for. It can also be rather intense, so if you are feeling up for it, we can start right away.”
“I think so, but let’s go to the other side of the burrow to do this,” requested Bearmon as he took another look at his bunny compatriots having a blast. “I wouldn’t want them to see and potentially start worrying about me. They already do that plenty.”
“Bunzai!” bellowed Gargomon as he leapt up into the air completely in the nude. As he came crashing down onto the grassy field, he curled up into a cannonball. He shout was loud enough to draw Datyr and Bearmon to look at him and immediately wonder at when in the brief time they weren’t watching that he ended up pantsless.
“Uh, well, it’s hard to see when they get like that, but they do worry about me,” Bearmon added. “But I’m ready to get started.”
“Then let’s be off,” smiled the Gabumon as they headed around the home of the Terriermon and took a seat on the grass over there.
“So, what do I gotta do?” wondered Bearmon curiously.
“It’s very simply,” explained Datyr as he patted his belly. “All I gotta do is put you into my datascape.”
“But isn’t that just a storage space for you to carry stuff, mostly food,” replied Bearmon as he poked it himself and found his finger pass through it. When he tried pulling his finger back, Datyr’s belly held onto his finger like it was sticky, but after moving his digit back far enough it did release him. “Feels kind funny.”
“That’s what everyone says when I put them in my belly,” chuckled Datyr. “And it tickles me. But the main thing is that while you are in my datascape we’ll be able to get better access to your data, in particular your memories, even bits and pieces in them that you might not be fully aware of. But don’t worry, it is completely harmless and you’ll be no worse for wear once it’s over.”
“If you could do all that, could you even remove the DH Mark from me too?” he wondered. “Just out of curiosity.”
“If it was that easy to remove then it would have been done a long time ago,” Datyr explained. “Those marks are very powerful and each one is unique. There is no single way to cure them and many have protection protocols should they be threatened. However, if there is a means to dispel it, we’d have to first understand everything about it. Now, are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath, Bearmon nodded. “I am.”
“Then it’s time to dive,” Datry told him. He held Bearmon’s shoulders as he brought his head to his gut. “But let me warn you first. It can be kinda trippy going in, so please try not to hurl in me.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have done this after stuffing ourselves,” commented Bearmon upon hearing that.
“Probably,” he agreed. “Oh well, here we go!” Slowly, he pressed Bearmon’s face into his goo screen. Like before with his finger, he started to enter into it. Below, on the upload bars, on Datyr’s body, they began to fill up as he took the Digimon inside. Compared to everything else Datry had put in and taken out of his body, the far more complex Digimon was taking a lot longer to fill them up as his body slowly sunk into bit by bit.
“It’s like going into jello,” thought Bearmon as half his body was inside and he saw what Datry meant by the inside being very “trippy.” All around him were a hodgepodge of different colors in a psychedelic swirl that very well might have gotten him sick if he stared at them for too long. He did his best to avoid becoming entranced and instead watched as his legs were finally coming through till finally his feet mad it in and he was back in one piece.
“Okay, I’m in,” he pondered. “Now whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
As if some force had suddenly taken ahold him him, Bearmon found himself flying forward at an incredible speed straight at the swirly colors. At the same time, he felt like his body was being stretched like taffy as his head was pulled further ahead and his legs dragged behind. Then, as he came in contact with the colors, it felt like he was plunging into water and his momentum slowed to a stop, his body returning to normal as well. Bearmon now found himself in darkness, surrounded by tons of random objects, most of it of tasty edibles he might’ve been tempted to snack on if he wasn’t already so full.
“Ugh, what a ride,” Bearmon groaned as he rubbed his head.
“Intense, isn’t it,” replied Datyr, appearing out of nowhere, albeit now with a normal belly.
“Datyr?” asked Bearmon. “How are you inside your own belly?”
“I can mentally enter my bellyscape,” he explained. “My real body can’t move while I do this, but it should be safe enough outside, won’t it?”
“So long as the Terriermon don’t find you and decide to have some fun,” commented Bearmon with a snicker. “They might see this as a chance to decorate you.”
“Decorate?” he wondered, rubbing his chin. “Uh, nevermind. Let’s get to work. First, let’s clear some space.” Spreading his arms out, he sent all the clutter of things around them far, far away, leaving just the two of them in total darkness. “And maybe a more comfortable setting.” With but a thought the darkness was instantly replaced with a bright, blue sky and a tranquil, green pasture, not unlike the one surrounding the bunny burrow. “That’s better. Now, let’s get a look into your memories.” He pointed at Bearmon’s head. “Can you take that off for me?”
“Uh, sure,” he replied, removing his hat. “How is this going to help you look at my memories?”
“Not that,” Datyr replied as he put his hands on Bearmon’s head and twisted it, unscrewing it from the forehead up. As Bearmon stared in awe at such cartoony shenanigans, Datyr placed that part of his head back in his hat. “Guess this kinda cartoon logic does take some getting used to.” The fat Gabumon then took a peek into Bearmon’s head and began searching through it. Seconds later, he pulled a filing cabinet out of it that was as tall as Bearmon was.
“Apparently,” agreed Bearmon, only able to watch curiously as Datyr placed the cabinet down and then helped affix the top of the bear cub’s head and hat to the rest of his body. “So, what’s in there?”
“Your memories,” answered Datyr like it was a simple answer. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a folder from it. “Now it’s a matter of finding the correct memory.”
“Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult,” Bearmon commented as he picked up a folder to look for himself. “I’d say I’m a tidy Digimon, so I’d assume my memories should all be in order.” Peeking into a folder, he saw that it was filled with documents and pictures of different memories he’s had. The first one he saw had some balloons, cake, and a bunch of wrapped gifts. “Oh, this was from my eleventh birthday party. That was sure a fun time. Greg and I ate so much cake that we were stuck in bed with stomach aches the next day.”
“Greg?” asked Datyr as he raised an eyebrow.
“A long time friend of mine,” Bearmon told him. “We did so much together. Heh, got into a bit of mischief that more than once got us into a fair bit of trouble.”
“Nothing like a good bruh to get in trouble with,” agreed Datry. “The gnarliest of misadventures can often be the more humorous memories provided everything turns out well in the end.” After saying that, Datyr looked through the folder he took out and attempted to stifle a snicker.
“What is it?” wondered Bearmon as he went over to take a look and saw some baby pictures of himself. “That’s me when I was a lil bear cub. I think you’re searching a bit too far back.”
“Heh, probably,” he chuckled some more. “But, mon, look how cute you are. Heheh, laying on that big fluffy pillow with your buns sticking out like that.”
“Come on now!” cried Bearmon, blushing with embarrassment. “This is supposed to be a serious investigation.”
“Awe, and is this when you got that hat of yours,” Datyr replied as he showed Bearmon the photo. Bearmon was a child in the photo and the hat covered his head up to his nose. “So adorable. Looks like you needed a few years for your head to be a proper fit for it.”
“Yeah, that’s what Greg said when he saw me with it on,” Bearmon recalled. “Then he helped adjust the strap in the back so it’d fit me better. He’d always be there to help me out.”
“Seems this friend of yours is really important to you,” noticed Datyr.
“Well, I’d like to think a best friend should be important,” replied Bearmon as he flipped through a few more folders and saw there were quite a number of pictures of the two of them together. Seeing them and thinking back to all the good times they had together made Bearmon smile, a few tears even welled up in his eyes. However, after the further in time he traversed his memories his smile started to wane as he already knew where all this was leading up to. With a heavy sigh, Bearmon turned to Datyr. “You came to me because of Greg, didn’t you? He’s the one that you’re looking for.”
“...Yeah,” the fat Gabumon answered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be willing to assist me if I told you outright that your friend was who I am after. I still am not sure you will want to help me.”
“Actually, I had a feeling when you said you needed my help to find someone with a condition similar to mine,” Bearmon told him.
“And, will you?” asked Datry. “Will you help me in finding Greg? You do know that, just like G, I will do whatever I must to neutralize him as a threat, even if that means destroying him? I can understand if you will refuse. I can take the information by force and you can hate me for it. I won’t deny that this is hardly the first time I’ve done such a thing to ensure success in my missions.”
“No, it’s okay,” Bearmon stated, his head down low. “You are just doing your job to keep the Digital World safe. If there is a danger that is too big to ignore, I’m glad that there is someone who will step forward to stop it.”
“Bearmon,” spoke Datyr as he saw tears streaming down his face.
“That being said,” sniffed the bear cub Digimon as he raised his face, his eyes and nose leaking. “Please save Greg! I’ll do anything to help! Just… please… help him.”
“I don’t know if I can,” admitted Datyr. “But I’ll do my best to try. Now, I still need the memory, the one of that incident, where it all began.”
Bearmon looked around, finding himself at the entrance of a cave far up on a frigid mountain. Hugging his body, he couldn’t help but shiver from the cold. “I-I thought I was in the B-Bunny Burrow in my nice, w-warm bed,” he shivered as he rubbed his arms for warmth. “How did I end up here?”
“Are you coming or are you gonna just stand out here and freeze your butt off, Teddy?” asked a Guilmon, with a noticeable doughy belly, as he stepped out of the cave. “The cave is plenty sturdy so there’s no risk of it collapsing.”
“Greg?” asked Bearmon staring like he was looking at a ghost. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m on an adventure with you, of course,” he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, climbing every mountain, sailing every sea… eating every pizza pie. Adventure stuff.” Approaching Bearmon, he lifted up his cap to feel his forehead. “Are you feeling alright, Teddy? You don’t seem to have a fever.”
“I don’t, and don’t call me ‘Teddy,’” he warned him, pushing his arms off of his head. “You know what that does to me.”
“You always like when I call you that,” he replied. “It’s been our thing since we were kids and I mistook you for an oversized plushie. Are you sure you aren’t sick?”
“Sick is the least of my worries,” he spoke back and removed the blue straps over his right arm. “I got this…” Looking at the back of his hand, there was no Digital Hazard Mark, just his bluish gray fur. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone?” wondered Greg as he looked. “Were you wearing a ring or something?”
“Uh, nevermind,” Bearmon replied putting the straps back on.
“Well, whatever, I’m gonna go take a look in here. You can stay out here and let Jack Frost nip over every inch of ya if you want.”
“Uh, sure, sounds good,” replied Teddy as he scratched his head beneath his cap, too lost in thought now to pay his friend any mind. Shrugging his shoulders, Greg the Guilmon just made his way inside the cave.
“This is so weird,” thought Bearmon. “It’s like time has rewound and I’m back to before. Before Teddy. I should be happy, but…” Bearmon turned back to the cave, looking up at the icicles that hung from the maw of it, like the pointy teeth of a monstrous creature. There were even two red stones above it like eyes. Seeing this, Bearmon’s heart skipped a beat as he trembled fearfully. “No, this can’t be.” Immediately, his eyes darted to a short distance from the cave’s entrance to a patch of yellow snow. “That’s where Greg took a leak before going inside… and I followed him inside. And… after that… Greg!!!”
Dashing into the cave, Bearmon called out to his friend over and over, but he didn’t answer. In spite of running nonstop, he couldn’t seem to catch up to his friend no matter how deep he ventured into the heart of the mountain. Finally, wheezing and sweating from running, somehow unobstructed through pitch blackness, he slowed to a trudge. Weakly, he called out again, “Greeeeeeeg…”
“Yeeeeeeeeees,” he answered in a similar manner to Bearmon’s short of breath cry. “What is it?”
“Oh, Greg,” cried Bearmon, finding renewed strength now that he found his friend. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Heh, couldn’t ignore the call to adventure any longer, I see,” he assumed with a smile of his chubby face. “Well, that’s great to hear, because-”
“The only reason I came here is to get you out,” he explained. “This cave is dangerous. It’s the place-”
“Where a legion of Virus Digimon once gathered in Dark Ritual to destroy this world,” he answered as he rolled his eyes. “I know the old legends and that’s why we’re here in the first place. And anyway, that was ages ago. It’s just an old cave now, but I think I’ve found some treasure down there.”
“Treasure?” asked Bearmon as he took a peek past Greg to look and could see a faint light down a steep slope. He could barely make it out, but his heart started racing. “That’s no treasure. Look, Greg, we really should go, I’m begging you. Whatever you think that is, it isn’t worth it.”
Looking into his friend’s pleading eyes, the Guilmon sighed, but then smiled. “If you insist, but you owe me a meal,” he told him. “And you know my appetite. It takes a lot to fill my belly up.”
“Don’t I know it,” chuckled Bearmon, more relief flowing through him than he ever thought possible as they turned to leave. However, they didn’t get very far before the cave started to tremble violently.
Fearfully, Bearmon hugged Greg’s leg while the large, red dino dug his claws into the walls of the cave. “What’s this? Earthquake? Eruption?”
“Not again!” wailed Bearmon, this shaking all too familiar to him as well. As they held on, attempting to wait out the shaking, the ground beneath their feet collapsed. The two of them tumbled down the slope behind them into darkness where the only light available to them was the shine of the treasure at the bottom.
“Wah!” cried Bearmon as he landed flat on his face. However, he didn’t land on some cold, rough stone, but a cool wooden floor. Slowly sitting up, he rubbed his sore nose and took in his surroundings. Greg wasn’t with him anymore and he was back at the Bunny Burrow where he knew he was supposed to be. Peeking at the back of his right hand, the DH Mark was there once more.
“Guess I was having one of those falling dreams,” he figured as he fixed his blanket that had half fallen off the bed with him. “Can’t say I’ve had one of those before… but why did I have to dream about Greg and that cave now of all times? Is it because I’ve finally started to gain better control of Teddy? Or, is it something else?”
Scratching his head, Bearmon didn’t know what to think. He was also much too awake now to go back to bed. Instead, he grabbed his cap off the nightstand and slipped out of his room. Walking down the hall, he cracked open the door to the room with all the Terriermon in it and sighed with relief that he hadn’t woken any of them up. After that, he snuck to the other bedroom where Gargomon was sawing logs. The overweight, bunny was tossing and turning in his bed even more than Bearmon figured he had during his nightmare. He was busy hugging a body length carrot pillow, wrapping his arms around it as he munched upon it. “Oh, I just love giant carrot dreams,” he snoozed with a big smile on his face. From the way he sounded, he was having a lucid dream. “They are so much fun, but I go through so many pillows this way too.”
Bearmon noticed in the corner of his room where a pile of carrot pillows were in pieces. Looking back at Gargomon, he managed to tear into the pillow with his teeth and swallow a chunk of it before going in for another. “So yummy and cottony.”
“Uh, well, glad I didn’t disturb him from… that,” he thought and slowly left the room and made his way out of the burrow. He walked around to the back and climbed on top of it to stare up at the night sky, the sun still far from rising and countless stars filled dark tapestry overhead.
“Greg used to love camping out under the stars too,” Bearmon recalled. “It’s been so long… since we were last together. Does he still stay up late admiring them? Does he still oversleep till noon as a result?” Gripping his right paw with his left, Bearmon buried his head in his knees and started to weep.
G the Gaomon stood before a tall cathedral that resided in the middle of nowhere. Looking at it, he took a deep breath before making his way up the steps. As he did, the rather sizable gut he obtained while on his mission to rid the Digital World of Bearmon’s DH Mark still hung on his frame, draped almost down to his knees. His arms and legs still retained a fair amount of their plumpness as well. Even his face looked a tad swollen with chubbiness.
“It wasn’t a total failure of a mission,” he admitted to himself. “The target is currently in a safe environment. Only I and a few oversized bunnies know his location so there shouldn’t be any danger of the virus within him being triggered. All things should be considered fine with only an occasional checkup on him from time to time. The Digital Sovereign will understand. After all, he put me in charge of this mission and he trusts my judgement. Sure, things didn’t go as planned. The code he gave me to put a stop to it ended up in me rather than him, but if Bearmon can truly gain control over Teddy then the possibility of him becoming a threat to the Digital World will be nullified as well.”
“Sounds like your mission didn’t go as well as you had hoped,” commented a rather hefty-looking Gabumon, his gut so large it even outsized the one G was sporting. Even the rest of his body fatter, including a thick pair of meaty thighs and a bulbous rear that was like a couple memory foam pillows for him to sit upon. He was like any other Gabumon, dressed in a light gray fur with blue markings cloaked over the top of his head and the backside of his fat figure. However, unlike other Gabumon whose bellies were decorated with a blue tattoo, his had a blue screen on it with a couple rings around where a belly button should have been. Over the rings there were the words “Please Press Here to Begin.” Above that, upon the middle of his belly were more words, “Ready to upload.” On the front of his thunder thighs were two rectangular loading bars that were currently inactive.
“D-Datyr,” stuttered G as he turned to see the overweight Digimon chilling on the side of the steps of the cathedral. “H-How long have you been there for?”
“The whole time,” he answered as he pressed a paw to the rings on his belly, causing his stomach to make a digital beeping noise. After that, he reached into blue screen, passing through it like it wasn’t solid. The bars on his legs then read “unloading” and quickly the bars filled up to one hundred percent almost instantly. When they did, the Gabumon retrieved a slice of pizza from it that he started to munch on. He then continued to speak while he ate. “It must have been a huge blunder on your part if you were too distracted to even see me here, dawg.”
“Please don’t use slang,” groaned G, annoyed at the Gabumon’s laid back demeanor. “And show some decency and not talk with your mouth full. This is the domain of the Digital Sovereign and you are disgracing it with such slovenly behavior.”
“It’s all good, bruh,” he told him as he licked his digits clean before reaching in for more. This time he pulled out two and offered one to G. “Why not come join me and take a load off. I dig that gut you’re sporting. A round paunch really suits ya.”
“This was not intentional!” cried G, his face red as he swung his gloved fists in the air. “It was necessary for my mission, nothing more than that.”
“Still a nice addition,” he replied while stuffing both slices into his maw and munching them up. In one big swallow he downed them both. “If you change your mind I’ve got plenty more yummies in my hard drive of a tummy.”
“I will never understand it. You possess nearly limitless storage space and yet you waste it by hoarding food in it like it’s a fridge or something,” sighed the Gaomon. “How did a slacker of a Digimon like you ever get into the same squad as me in the first place?”
“Well, I’d say this belly of mine is far more useful than a fridge,” he said, giving it a regular pat, making it wobble. “Anything I store in it is put in a state of suspended animation. If were to put a, say, a pizza in here while it was freshly made and piping how, it’d stay that way when I took it out again. The same would be true with cold and ice cream. It’s great. None of my food can become bad or moldy. And, as you said, I’ve got nearly limitless storage so even all the food I’ve got in there is but a drop of grease in the fryer, ya dig?”
“Point taken, but it’s still a waste of such power regardless,” retorted G.
“As for why I’m apart of this squad,” he continued with a little smirk. “My success performance rating has always been higher than yours and everyone else in the group, for that matter. The Digital Sovereign is always stoked with my work and even asked me if I’d be willing to take the lead position quite a few times. I turned him down every time, of course. I’m not a fan of the load of paperwork we’ve gotta deal with in the first place and I’d only get ten times as much if I did take it. I can hardly stand to do what I’m already given. It harshes my mellow.”
“You don’t do your paperwork at all,” G spoke bluntly. “Last time I checked your office was filled with your reports made into origami animals, folded and cut into snowflakes, and even used to make a paper mache burrito. You’ve done pretty much everything you could with it except write your reports on it.”
“My thought process is more an abstract one and I do enjoy my paper crafts,” he beamed unashamedly at that fact. He then got up and stretched. “Well, my break is over, so time to get to work.”
“Oh, so you were taking a break,” commented G. “And here I thought you were just goofing off.”
“Nah, dawg,” he smiled, pulling out a washcloth to clean his paws off and then returned it to his belly. “If nothing else, I take my work as serious as need be and right now I’ve got a totally sick wave to ride.”
“Uh, does that means you were assigned a difficult mission?” G tried to decipher his slang.
“As tough as they come,” he nodded, cheeks bobbing up and down as he did. “The OG of the DW wants me to find a certain Digimon with the potential to destroy our world if he is not found and neutralized ASAP.”
“Sounds a little like the mission I was just on… I think,” noted G, not sure what all those abbreviations stood for.
“My mark’s gonna be a bit tricky to put a tail on because the Digimon in question’s whereabouts are currently out of the know. The best I’ve been able to dig up is that a certain narc can give me the deets I need to get started. I’m actually meeting with them right now.”
“Well, if you are meeting with someone, I shouldn’t keep you,” replied G. “I’ll be going.”
“No, you misunderstood me, dawg,” Datyr told G. “The narc ain’t someone I’m expecting. They is here and they is you. Now, take a seat and spill what you know about the digital dude, Bearmon.”
“Him, but he already contains a dangerous code within himself,” stated G. “Are you telling me he’s somehow involved with someone else who does as well?”
“It seems you’re misinterpreting the words that I’m saying, dawg,” said Datyr as he reached into his belly and pulled outta lollipop, sucking on it for a moment before continuing to talk, speaking far more sternly. “You are the informant, not me. Now, tell me what I want to know and don’t leave any details out.”
Looking into Datyr’s eyes, his normally mellow gaze had become sharp as a knife that was stabbing right through him and sent a chill down G’s spine. “Datyr doesn’t get like this unless things really are bad,” sweated G, trembling a bit. “Is the case he’s on really that dangerous?”
“Or you can just fill out your paperwork and I can read it from there, dawg,” the Gabumon told him in his more leisurely voice, his friendly smile returning. “Then you can untangle that noodle of yours and be more clear and concise.”
“Uh, no, that’s okay,” replied G, preferring friendly Datyr to the scary one. “I can tell you all I know right now.”
“Gravy!” he stated happily taking a seat on the steps once more and patted the step next to him for G to join him. Not refusing the offer this time, the overweight Gaomon sat down. Datyr then pulled out some more pizza slices and offered one to G.
“I thought you were done with your break,” commented G.
“I am, but what good is a story without some snackage?” he told him as he bit into his slice and continued offer one to the blue, dog Digimon. This time Gaomon accepted it.
“Well, I guess I should start with the bunny burrow,” G told him before taking a bite of his slice.
“Not another step closer,” shouted Gargomon sternly, his voice awakening Bearmon who had fallen asleep atop the burrow.
“Huh?” the groggy bear Digimon mumbled as he opened his eyes and saw the sun was high in the sky overhead. “How did I… Oh, right. I couldn’t sleep so I came up here to stargaze. Guess I must’ve dozed off at some point.”
“You are not taking our friend and we’ll do whatever it takes to protect him,” continued Gargomon, drawing Bearmon’s attention to the front of the burrow where the large bunny was confronting a Gabumon that was even fatter than he was. All the chubby Terriermon were with him too, including the BlackTerrermon, Impy, and the stuffed animal one they called Bunzaemon. All the little bunnies had their arms up, their paws clenched into fists. Gargomon had a pair of carrots connected to chains as a pair of makeshift nunchucks. With surprising dexterity, the big bunny showed his prowess with them, swinging them around his blubbery body without letting them so much as brush against him. The Terriermon watched in amazement, never expecting him to be so skillful like he was demonstrating.
“Did you know he knew martial arts?” asked Bunzaemon.
“I didn’t know he could fight that didn’t involve flopping his girthy self onto his opponent,” replied Impy.
“It seems that G was right about this bunny bunch,” commented Datyr. “You’re willing to do whatever it takes to protect your friend, Bearmon.”
“That’s right,” nodded Gargomon, his chubby cheeks flopping around as he did. Without thinking, he took one of the carrots on his nunchucks and munched on it. “So, ya best git, cause we ain’t letta ya take our little buddy away from us.”
“But I’m not here to make like a ghost and spirit your friend away,” Datyr assured him. “I’ve just come to chew the fat with him a little. I think he might be able to help me out with a case I’m working on.”
“Oh, is that all?” Gargomon asked as he munched on the other carrot with a smile on his face. He then turned to the bunny burrow and shouted. “Hey, Bearmon, a friend of yours is here and wants to munch on some blubber wit ya!”
“So trusting?!?” everyone thought, including Datyr.
“He wants to talk with me?” wondered Bearmon as he ran around the burrow to hurry over to them all.
“So, you’re Bearmon,” smiled the fat Gabumon. “You’re fatter than I expected from what G told me about you.” He gave his gut a poke.
“Oh, so you know G,” replied Bearmon. “He’s only been gone a short while, but I put back on the weight I lost while he was here and then some.”
“Well, you look real phat,” stated the Gabumon as he patted his own gut to make it wobble. “Nothing like a big, wobbly belly.” His gut then gave an embarrassing grumble that made him blush. “Though they typically get hungry a lot more often as a result.”
“Well, if you want some grub,” offered Gargomon. “I can fix us all up something to eat in the burrow.”
“I appreciate the offer, bunny bruh,” replied Datyr. “But this one will be on me. Also, it gives me the chance to show you all something tubular.”
Bearmon and all the others watched as the Gabumon tapped on his belly button and was then able to reach into the blue screen covering his gut. They all leaned in closer, intrigued and only grew more as he began to pull out a really long picnic table. “Think you guys can give me a hand getting this out of me?”
“Well, there’s something you don’t see everyday,” commented Impy as he and the others grabbed the table and began to help Datyr pull it out of his belly.
“We see a lot of things one normally doesn’t see,” commented Bunzaemon.
“Guess we’re just lucky,” smiled Gargomon.
“But is it good luck or bad?” commented Impy as they finally got the table out and then the Gabumon began pulling out long benches for them to sit on either side of the table. After that, he pulled out tons of food from pizzas to burgers and hotdogs, and tons of other fun picnic foods. Still not done emptying his stomach dimension, next came plates, cups, drinks, and utensils. By the time it was all out and set up on the table they had a large enough picnic for them all to partake in.
“Looks like good luck to me,” drooled Gargomon as he took a seat and was already helping himself to the tasty spread. He popped a few deviled eggs into his maw like they were pieces of popcorn. While he chewed them up, he wiggled his rear over towards the plate of hotdogs. Swallowing those hard boiled eggs, he started to scarf down hotdogs, munching one down from end to end with the next ready to be eaten without pause. As he started on the second, with his newly free hand, he grabbed another to be eaten soon after. “Mmm, it’s all nice and fresh too. Come on everyone, dig in before I eat it all myself.”
“Or me,” mumbled Datyr with a maw stuffed full of potato salad. He then poured himself a glass of lemonade to help wash it down. Giving his gut content pats, he then grabbed a burger to consume next.
Seeing those two were very capable of glutting on all that food themselves, the fatty bunnies and Bearmon were quick to take their seats and start filling plates with all the food they could get their paws on and start stuffing their faces too. With the combined efforts of all those gluttons, they were able to make quick work of it all the picnic food and end up with happily fit to bust. Rubbing over their own and one another’s bellies, the Terriermon then found a comfy patch of grass to laze about in and digest their meal while they tried to decide what kind of game they would wanna play today.
“I must say you’ve got a mighty fine treasure chest built into ya,” stated Gargomon as he poked Datyr’s belly. “I’d be interesting to get one installed if ya know a guy that could put it in.”
“I’d love to fix you up with a data storage like this,” he replied. “But it’s not exactly the kind of thing that can simply acquire. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have that chat with Bearmon.”
“Okay,” agreed the fat bear Digimon as he got up and stretched. “What is it you want to know?”
“Mind if we have this conversation in private?” he asked. “You don’t mind, do you, Gargomon?” He didn’t answer. “Gargomon?”
“Where’d he go?” wondered Bearmon as they turned and saw the big bunny wasn’t sitting with them. Looking around, they saw him waddling his big booty over to the other buns in the field.
“Who wants to work off that meal with a game of bunball?” he called out to the others.
“We do!” the Terrerimon answered, eager to play as they popped out from where they were resting in the grass.
“Alrighty, then let’s play!” bellowed the obese bunny leader as he grabbed Impy off the ground and tossed the hefty Digi as far as he could muster. “Then go long!”
“Why is it I’m always the ball when we play, well, anything that needs one?” cried Impy as he tumbled through the air and was caught by a group of Terriermon gathered around where he was flying towards.
“Catch completed! Twenty-six points for me,” smiled Gargomon.
“How are pointed even calculated?” questioned Impy blushing as the bunnies groped his pudge to get a better hold on him. Then, with their combined strength, they tossed him towards another group of the chubby bunnies. They caught him and got ready to do the same.
“Fifteen points for us,” the first group of bunnies cheered.
“Why is that less points than what Gargmon got?” wondered Impy.
“Time for the lightning round!” Gargmon called out.
“Lightning round?” questioned Impy. “Are you just saying random stuff that other games have? What even is the point of all this?”
“Why are you so upset?” commented Bunzamon. “Impy, you’re winning.”
“I am?” he replied surprised. “Uh, well, no surprise there. Okay, guys, let’s keep this game going!”
The Terriermon did just that, tossing him to another group of Terriermon ready to catch the fat, black bunny. Once he was out of earshot, one of the Terriermon asked Monzaemon. “Why did you tell him he was winning? The ball doesn’t get any points. The points don’t even mean anything.”m
“I know, but he always has a lot more fun when he thinks he’s winning,” the plushie-like bunny explained and they continued to play around like they did every day.
“That’s quite a bunch you’ve ended up with,” commented Datyr as he and Bearmon watched them toss around Impy who had began to coach them through their throws to help them throw farther and increase his score. “Very playful and carefree despite knowing about your Digital Hazard Code and the monster it awakens within you when it activates.”
“They are like a family and they’ve been kind enough to welcome me into their fat folds,” replied Bearmon. They were silent after he said that only to burst into laughter. “Heheh, that’s how Gargomon would put it. He’s starting to rub off on me, I guess.”
“Sounds like it, bruh,” nodded the Gabumon. “It seems that in spite of all the misfortune you’ve had since acquiring that dark code, you’ve finally found a place you can be at peace. I’m happy for you… that your story has reached a point of happiness. I hope that it can last as long as possible, forever, if such a thing truly does exist.”
“I do too,” nodded Bearmon. “And it sounds like you know a great deal about me.”
“I do because the case I’m on has you as a key player in it all, ever since you obtained that mark. The trail I’m on has gotten cold and in order to dig up some new leads I had to go back to the beginning and look at things from another angle, you.”
“Me?” replied Bearmon as his mind immediately shifted towards his friend, Greg.
“Yeah,” he continued. “From what I’ve heard, your condition to my target is quite similar. So, from your first sighting I followed your trail. Finally, after talking with my associate, G, I was able to locate you here. Now, I’m hoping you can show me something that will assist in my investigation.”
“I’ll be glad to tell you anything I know,” he answered.
“Words would be nice, but I have a means that is far more thorough than merely talking to find what I’m looking for. It can also be rather intense, so if you are feeling up for it, we can start right away.”
“I think so, but let’s go to the other side of the burrow to do this,” requested Bearmon as he took another look at his bunny compatriots having a blast. “I wouldn’t want them to see and potentially start worrying about me. They already do that plenty.”
“Bunzai!” bellowed Gargomon as he leapt up into the air completely in the nude. As he came crashing down onto the grassy field, he curled up into a cannonball. He shout was loud enough to draw Datyr and Bearmon to look at him and immediately wonder at when in the brief time they weren’t watching that he ended up pantsless.
“Uh, well, it’s hard to see when they get like that, but they do worry about me,” Bearmon added. “But I’m ready to get started.”
“Then let’s be off,” smiled the Gabumon as they headed around the home of the Terriermon and took a seat on the grass over there.
“So, what do I gotta do?” wondered Bearmon curiously.
“It’s very simply,” explained Datyr as he patted his belly. “All I gotta do is put you into my datascape.”
“But isn’t that just a storage space for you to carry stuff, mostly food,” replied Bearmon as he poked it himself and found his finger pass through it. When he tried pulling his finger back, Datyr’s belly held onto his finger like it was sticky, but after moving his digit back far enough it did release him. “Feels kind funny.”
“That’s what everyone says when I put them in my belly,” chuckled Datyr. “And it tickles me. But the main thing is that while you are in my datascape we’ll be able to get better access to your data, in particular your memories, even bits and pieces in them that you might not be fully aware of. But don’t worry, it is completely harmless and you’ll be no worse for wear once it’s over.”
“If you could do all that, could you even remove the DH Mark from me too?” he wondered. “Just out of curiosity.”
“If it was that easy to remove then it would have been done a long time ago,” Datyr explained. “Those marks are very powerful and each one is unique. There is no single way to cure them and many have protection protocols should they be threatened. However, if there is a means to dispel it, we’d have to first understand everything about it. Now, are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath, Bearmon nodded. “I am.”
“Then it’s time to dive,” Datry told him. He held Bearmon’s shoulders as he brought his head to his gut. “But let me warn you first. It can be kinda trippy going in, so please try not to hurl in me.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have done this after stuffing ourselves,” commented Bearmon upon hearing that.
“Probably,” he agreed. “Oh well, here we go!” Slowly, he pressed Bearmon’s face into his goo screen. Like before with his finger, he started to enter into it. Below, on the upload bars, on Datyr’s body, they began to fill up as he took the Digimon inside. Compared to everything else Datry had put in and taken out of his body, the far more complex Digimon was taking a lot longer to fill them up as his body slowly sunk into bit by bit.
“It’s like going into jello,” thought Bearmon as half his body was inside and he saw what Datry meant by the inside being very “trippy.” All around him were a hodgepodge of different colors in a psychedelic swirl that very well might have gotten him sick if he stared at them for too long. He did his best to avoid becoming entranced and instead watched as his legs were finally coming through till finally his feet mad it in and he was back in one piece.
“Okay, I’m in,” he pondered. “Now whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
As if some force had suddenly taken ahold him him, Bearmon found himself flying forward at an incredible speed straight at the swirly colors. At the same time, he felt like his body was being stretched like taffy as his head was pulled further ahead and his legs dragged behind. Then, as he came in contact with the colors, it felt like he was plunging into water and his momentum slowed to a stop, his body returning to normal as well. Bearmon now found himself in darkness, surrounded by tons of random objects, most of it of tasty edibles he might’ve been tempted to snack on if he wasn’t already so full.
“Ugh, what a ride,” Bearmon groaned as he rubbed his head.
“Intense, isn’t it,” replied Datyr, appearing out of nowhere, albeit now with a normal belly.
“Datyr?” asked Bearmon. “How are you inside your own belly?”
“I can mentally enter my bellyscape,” he explained. “My real body can’t move while I do this, but it should be safe enough outside, won’t it?”
“So long as the Terriermon don’t find you and decide to have some fun,” commented Bearmon with a snicker. “They might see this as a chance to decorate you.”
“Decorate?” he wondered, rubbing his chin. “Uh, nevermind. Let’s get to work. First, let’s clear some space.” Spreading his arms out, he sent all the clutter of things around them far, far away, leaving just the two of them in total darkness. “And maybe a more comfortable setting.” With but a thought the darkness was instantly replaced with a bright, blue sky and a tranquil, green pasture, not unlike the one surrounding the bunny burrow. “That’s better. Now, let’s get a look into your memories.” He pointed at Bearmon’s head. “Can you take that off for me?”
“Uh, sure,” he replied, removing his hat. “How is this going to help you look at my memories?”
“Not that,” Datyr replied as he put his hands on Bearmon’s head and twisted it, unscrewing it from the forehead up. As Bearmon stared in awe at such cartoony shenanigans, Datyr placed that part of his head back in his hat. “Guess this kinda cartoon logic does take some getting used to.” The fat Gabumon then took a peek into Bearmon’s head and began searching through it. Seconds later, he pulled a filing cabinet out of it that was as tall as Bearmon was.
“Apparently,” agreed Bearmon, only able to watch curiously as Datyr placed the cabinet down and then helped affix the top of the bear cub’s head and hat to the rest of his body. “So, what’s in there?”
“Your memories,” answered Datyr like it was a simple answer. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a folder from it. “Now it’s a matter of finding the correct memory.”
“Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult,” Bearmon commented as he picked up a folder to look for himself. “I’d say I’m a tidy Digimon, so I’d assume my memories should all be in order.” Peeking into a folder, he saw that it was filled with documents and pictures of different memories he’s had. The first one he saw had some balloons, cake, and a bunch of wrapped gifts. “Oh, this was from my eleventh birthday party. That was sure a fun time. Greg and I ate so much cake that we were stuck in bed with stomach aches the next day.”
“Greg?” asked Datyr as he raised an eyebrow.
“A long time friend of mine,” Bearmon told him. “We did so much together. Heh, got into a bit of mischief that more than once got us into a fair bit of trouble.”
“Nothing like a good bruh to get in trouble with,” agreed Datry. “The gnarliest of misadventures can often be the more humorous memories provided everything turns out well in the end.” After saying that, Datyr looked through the folder he took out and attempted to stifle a snicker.
“What is it?” wondered Bearmon as he went over to take a look and saw some baby pictures of himself. “That’s me when I was a lil bear cub. I think you’re searching a bit too far back.”
“Heh, probably,” he chuckled some more. “But, mon, look how cute you are. Heheh, laying on that big fluffy pillow with your buns sticking out like that.”
“Come on now!” cried Bearmon, blushing with embarrassment. “This is supposed to be a serious investigation.”
“Awe, and is this when you got that hat of yours,” Datyr replied as he showed Bearmon the photo. Bearmon was a child in the photo and the hat covered his head up to his nose. “So adorable. Looks like you needed a few years for your head to be a proper fit for it.”
“Yeah, that’s what Greg said when he saw me with it on,” Bearmon recalled. “Then he helped adjust the strap in the back so it’d fit me better. He’d always be there to help me out.”
“Seems this friend of yours is really important to you,” noticed Datyr.
“Well, I’d like to think a best friend should be important,” replied Bearmon as he flipped through a few more folders and saw there were quite a number of pictures of the two of them together. Seeing them and thinking back to all the good times they had together made Bearmon smile, a few tears even welled up in his eyes. However, after the further in time he traversed his memories his smile started to wane as he already knew where all this was leading up to. With a heavy sigh, Bearmon turned to Datyr. “You came to me because of Greg, didn’t you? He’s the one that you’re looking for.”
“...Yeah,” the fat Gabumon answered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be willing to assist me if I told you outright that your friend was who I am after. I still am not sure you will want to help me.”
“Actually, I had a feeling when you said you needed my help to find someone with a condition similar to mine,” Bearmon told him.
“And, will you?” asked Datry. “Will you help me in finding Greg? You do know that, just like G, I will do whatever I must to neutralize him as a threat, even if that means destroying him? I can understand if you will refuse. I can take the information by force and you can hate me for it. I won’t deny that this is hardly the first time I’ve done such a thing to ensure success in my missions.”
“No, it’s okay,” Bearmon stated, his head down low. “You are just doing your job to keep the Digital World safe. If there is a danger that is too big to ignore, I’m glad that there is someone who will step forward to stop it.”
“Bearmon,” spoke Datyr as he saw tears streaming down his face.
“That being said,” sniffed the bear cub Digimon as he raised his face, his eyes and nose leaking. “Please save Greg! I’ll do anything to help! Just… please… help him.”
“I don’t know if I can,” admitted Datyr. “But I’ll do my best to try. Now, I still need the memory, the one of that incident, where it all began.”
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Look good all this, so far~ Quite liking the interaction between Bearmon and Datyr
Thanks. I’d imaging Datyr has been at this long enough to know how to best handle his job, knowing when to be caring and sympathetic or when to be serious and firm.
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