therealsteelmaste

An alarm clock goes off in an other wise silent room. The room as dark but the soft sweat and savory smell of pancakes and bacon came wisping into the room. A half muffled moan of complaint came form underneath a VERY fluffy blanket. It was so fluffy that if no sound had been made you would never had been able to tell that there was something/some one under it. The alarm continued to go off, Finally the blanket went flying back and a hand slapped the alarm off by a black hired girl . She stared at the alarm clock blankly. “EMIKO GET UP, OR IN USEING THE BUCIKT!!!” a voice rang form down stares. “IM UP MOM!!!” Emiko sho

The forest remained in complete silence as the encounter in the clearing unfolded. Jinn was alert of the smallest movements of their opponents, and every little detail that could bring him some information of their abilities. He couldn’t figure much out from there: Her digimon was an impenetrable living armor with several spear points attached to long and prehensile limbs, with an eternal glare marked on its face. The girl, however normal she could seem at first, carried an eerie air around her: Her clothes were in good condition, if slightly worn out, and her body was of a thin and athletic shape; the short shirt showing her belly atte

The seconds stretched into hours and the inches transformed into miles. His very own breathing had acquired the loudness of a plane, and his heartbeat felt like there was a drum in his chest, thumping incessantly against his ribs. Jinn felt deafened by the very silence that reigned between the worlds, a space best described as an infinite void, and endless sea of emptiness with no features that a human could distinguish or describe, that one shouldn’t even see. Being there messed with his head in disgusting ways… It felt like being trapped in eternity, but just as suddenly as it had begun, the feeling disappeared. Suddenly, both

-Darkguilmon!-Jinn called, running back towards the living room; that short distance felt like kilometers to him, every large step he gave taken almost in slow motion. Maybe the device was just malfunctioning… Was that possible? Or maybe it was an ally digimon; he didn’t know exactly how the digivice would work in the human world after all. But what would a digimon be doing here anyways? All those thoughts, all the possibilities presented by those ideas flashed through his eyes at a sickening speed. He stepped in a rush into the living room: Darkguilmon was not in the sofa anymore, but peeking out of the window in alert. He was

“You will be your own death…” The darkness was suffocating. Like a living, breathing blanket that engulfed everything around him, impeding the air from reaching his lungs. It covered everything. It was endless, like the sky or the sand at the edges of the sea. “You fight against nature itself… Your own…” It did not allow him to move. Every effort to fight it resulted in a doubled force keeping him in place, crushing his body, snapping his bones.  It drenched of fear and death, its pestilence deeply ingrained in his brain. “… And in your arrogance, it will devour you…”