Falling! (open)

[The Cleaner]

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Brice was falling to the ground below, his eyes frantically searching the space around him. The wind was blowing his hair back, the air rushing by him as he continued to fall. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cried, arms flailing as he plummeted further. He hadn't planned on skydiving today! He would have brought his good visor.

In actuality he had been streaming one of his favorite movies in the comfort of his own home when all of a sudden a popup window interrupted his movie! One thing led to another and the next thing he knew he was falling! 

"What sort of pop-up was that!" were his last words as he finally reached the ground, the impact made his teeth rattle, his head spin. The ground was warm, and soft... Almost like sand? But in his current state he couldn't tell. The boy had fell unconscious on impact. 

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A square of static frizzed into view, then vanished.

Discordant laughter soon followed, echoing and breaking up as though it were being projected through an old-fashioned radio as the noise occasionally whined, popped and crackled.

Within seconds, a violent flicker of damaged ones and zeroes burst forth from empty space as they were seemingly split asunder by a large, alien-looking hand marked with a green eye motif. A second, identical limb followed as a bizarre, cornflower blue creature practically gnawed and thrashed its way out of this hole in the air, which could barely thread itself back together upon its initial emergence.

It was a Digimon, no doubt, but its animalistic behavior and the outrageous visual phenomena taking place around it definitely projected a more sinister possibility that it was something else. Something far worse.

And yet, the bug-eyed creature — a Keramon who identified itself by the name of "Syntax" — exhibited no signs of malice or malcontent, even as the image of an unconscious human male entered his field of view. A rather sizable imprint beneath his body indicated he had fallen from a great height, and was likely unconscious or dead.

As an unnatural electrical hiss left his smiling mouth, Syntax slithered his way across the sands of the Coela Coast to investigate this new creature, all while his primal drive to consume boiled beneath his skin. Was the human dead, or alive? If he was the former, it would go without saying that the Keramon, compelled to eat anything and everything, would simply dispose of the corpse without hesitation. But if he was the latter? If the human was alive?

Would he taste better...?

The Cleaner

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[The Cleaner]

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n his vulnerable state Brice did little more than dream. Of what? A few of his favorite things; cottage cheese, and his dear old mum, a tall, lanky woman, with a mean streak that runs longer than the Nile. Ah, his dear mother, her silver hair, her piercing red eyes, her single friends who would come to their home and bring Brice goodies and some loving. 

In his dream, Brice was relaxed, and oddly enough five years old again, his mother spoon-fed him cottage cheese as he sat in a hammock. This was out of character for her but no matter, he would suck it up while he could. "Mmm, more cottage cheese ma ma." he would mutter into the real world. 

His mother, slapped him across the face breaking his dream, his eyes shooting open. "What the shit..." he moaned, sand-ridden hand running through his hair. "Where am I?" he picked himself up, now on all fours he watched as drops of blood began trickling onto the sand below, his head was spinning, vision blurring. 


He looked forward, an ocean? "The beach? But I don't remember scheduling a trip.. Or driving..."

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Syntax froze in place, pupils contracting and dilating like the lenses on a camera as they focused on the human male, who began to move. It was alive? Strange. Logistics reports indicate that the odds of surviving a drop like he did were three-hundredths of a single percentile. No matter — his meat was properly tenderized.

His fingers twitched and flexed, grasping at invisible objects as he wriggled closer to the human. Closer. Closer...

It sat up. A few clicks and buzzes erupted from around Syntax's body, visually represented as a series of erratic glitches. With each foot of crystal white sand he passed over, small fragments of the binary data that compiled it, down to the very last granule, began to dissolve into the air. Right now, such a phenomenon would look similar to a trail of eerie blue smoke. But as time progressed, the effects would gradually worsen.

The human spoke to itself, which compelled the Keramon to observe its actions, study its vocal patterns; perhaps he could analyze and identify key personality traits. Did he have any technology on him? Communication was imperative to the crux of his programmed purpose in this world: the acquisition of data, in all of its forms. For now, he watches the young man.

He watches, and waits.

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[The Cleaner]

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His golden visage would search the beach for a reminder of how he got there, or at least another person who might have seen him fall asleep on the beach. Could he have been dreaming? It wouldn't be a long shot, after all, why would he come to the beach fully clothed? No bathing suit, not even a pair of goggles.  

The youth would lean backwards, to stand on his knees. With a better field of vision he looked around the beach, It appeared normal for the most part. "Hm, sun, sand, blue cloud of smoke... BLUE CLOUD OF SMOKE?!"his voice hightened, at the approaching monstrosity. No, he obviously wasn't dreaming, he was tripping!

"G-get back, uh whatever you are." he reached into his pockets looking for something to chuck at the smoke. His phone was gone but he did have... A walkie talkie? "When the heck did I pick this thing up?" he looked at the foreign device and back at the approaching menace. 

"D-Don't make me use this! Stand back you feind!" he cocked the device back ready to throw it with all of his might. 

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The human's blood pressure skyrockets as Syntax comes into his view, adrenaline coursing through his veins like hot oil traveling through the pipes of an automotive engine working harder than it should be. He wasn't hallucinating, not in the slightest, although his current grasp of the circumstances, or lack thereof, compelled him to believe himself mentally deficient.

Syntax moved in a few more inches, arms poised and ready to strike out at his new afternoon snack — that is, until he retrieved a peculiar object.

It held little value to the young man, who was ignorant of its purpose or function, but the Keramon's expression seemed to light up as soon as it entered his field of vision. A toothy grin emerged. There was no mistaking that kind of energy readout. That was a Digivice! And there it was, clutched within the hands of a human who had no idea of what it was capable of.

And, like any electronic device, the anomalous Rookie could temporarily take advantage of it. With a flick of his ribbon-like antennae, Syntax made a simple gesture towards the distraught young man until an ear-splitting whine erupted from the Digivice's speaker, which would either force him to drop it into the sand below or take a closer look at its screen, which Syntax had momentarily infiltrated in order to send him a message, garbled with a mix-mash of visual errors and dysfunctions.


Y̢̝̱̼͊ͣ̽Ơ̶̘̘̈́̇ͩ̆U͕͉̣̙̱̦̞̐̿ͧ͋̊͡ ͍̞̮̟̠̮̯ͭͥ̈́̆̊ͪ̒͊A̰̯̳̥̮͕̮ͤ̊ͣ̅͛̽R̸̞̼̤̜̥̬͙̋̐͐͜ͅE̪̝͖͉̦ͮ ̵̬̻̯͓͚̰̞͂͒ͬͣ͋̑̇Ḧ́̍͆̌͏̠̙̝͖͎͙̟̞ͅU̓̐̿͊͛̌̌̽͏̠̘͕͚͍͚̰̩̠M͎̋͗̃ͣ̌͑ͣ́A͛̾ͭ̽ͤ̈̅͏͎̳̱̹̖̱͘N̛̹̖̩̙͉ͤ̈͂͆ͬ̓́̚͜,͇̐͆̀ ̶̫̦̩͍͐ͤ̾ͤͯ̏̓̃͢Y̸̛͉͚̻̻͖̥͚̓ͧ̅̈́͂͒͜Ę̜ͤ͜S̝̰͔͈̰͍ͫ̌̔̋ͧ͋ͥ̂̒?ͭ͌ͬͬ͌͞͏̡̬

The Cleaner

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[The Cleaner]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged

What the heck was this blue thing doing... It wasn't attacking it just kept getting closer, maybe Brice got a bad batch of mary jane, though he doesn't smoke... Or do drugs. Second-hand smoke was a thing, right? But could second-hand smoke make you envision clouds? Who knew.

"Now hold on, I will throw this thing at you! Whatever you are!" he threatened, his threats were, of course, wasted being that this thing was smoke or whatever, he couldn't tell; his head was still spinning. 

He motioned to throw the device, just as his arm went forward his device let out a hellacious screech, making Brice recoil the device and look at whatever the hell was going on. "Am I human?" 

"Yeah I'm human.. Wait a minute..." he looked at the cloud, and back at the screeching device, the sudden noise intrusion had flared up his tinnitus, "I stream movies in my bed, the screen goes white, and I go blind. Next thing I know I'm falling out of the sky... Now I'm talking to what I could only assume is a poltergeist..."the X-files theme played in his mind... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRWbIoIR04c) (because why not) What if... He was kill... 

There was a pause, his eyes narrowed, arms crossed, his device still screeching, tinnitus still nagging, "I'm... In the movieI was watching... Yep, just like on TV, I got sucked into my movie so I can learn a lesson... That's the only logical explanation... Explains the poltergeist." he looked at the cloud, with an assured nod.  

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It rambled to itself, something Syntax didn't quite comprehend. What was a "movie"? A "poltergeist"? His saucer-like eyes seemed to turn vacant, even more so than they already appeared, as he wired his own brain to the Digital Network to obtain valuable insight on whatever it was this human babbled on about.

Movie. A colloquial term for a "motion picture", it is a collection of events and images recorded on devices such as cameras and compiled into a story for viewing on a projection device, namely a television or a silver canvas screen.

Poltergeist. A ghost or some other, appropriate spectral entity supposedly responsible for many types of physical disturbances, from loud noises to objects being thrown around.

Syntax's pupils expanded, signaling his return to reality after all of the necessary data was acquired from the Network. The bluish "mist" that rose up from beneath his noodle-shaped tendrils appeared to intensify as the Keramon's corrosive presence continued to break down and dissolve the environment, seemingly burning empty holes in the crystalline sands itself.

If the human was perceptive enough, he’d realize the gravity of the circumstances he was currently forced to encounter. Bits of ones and zeroes floated up from the innards of these strange and eerie gaps in space itself.

If this truly were a film, he certainly found himself in the starring role of a horror movie.

The Cleaner

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[The Cleaner]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you

Brice's eyebrow twitched as the creature didn't speak. Instead, it offered little word putting on more theatrics. What sort of sawft horror fic was this? The raven hair crossed his arms looking at the mass; this story matched one that he had heard before, but where did he hear it? People getting sucked into their computers., phones, and even TVs if wired to the internet... 

"Wait..." He looked at the device, "It couldn't have been a horror flick, how many horror movies gave the victim a free walkie talkie? There was more to this... "I've heard of things like this happening before... Shit, I'm not in a horror movie," he swore. 

"Ey, come here guy." he gestured for the blue mist to come to him, "I'm not in a movie am I? Where are we? Queens ain't got a beach so I know we ain't there."


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Just how daft was this human?

Though it went without saying that Syntax's earlier assessments of the young man's mental faculties were leaning towards the sapient end of things, as he could easily figure out that this was no means a motion picture, but perhaps it only stretched so far?

Instead, the foolish meat-sack beckoned the Keramon to move forward, desiring answers for his present predicament.

Intriguing. He at least figured out that this was not his own world. But a definitive answer was not something that Syntax was equipped — nor willing — to provide him with so openly.

A static hiss emanated from the Digimon's mouth, emulating the deadly warnings of the king cobra if they had been run through a noise altering device to make it sound far more mechanical, and ultimately more threatening. He flexed his fingers several times as though typing on a keyboard, causing the human's Digivice to screech and shriek in that ear-grating manner once again.



I̙͕̝̣̽̕͠ ͍̙͕̘̺̆͘͟K̠̹̥ͧ̒͋̇̄͋͐͒̈́͝N͓̜̬̩̳̺̩͆ͯ̃ͣ͋͢O͌ͦͭ͑̾̽ͣ̒̈͏̵͓̫W͔͉̱̹̻͖̹̘͆ͪ ͇̹̯̼̰͍̻͖̘ͭͭ̇W̻̤̮̗̼̙ͭ͑ͥ̈̍̏ͯ͢H̷͔ͮ͗̀ͧͥ͡͠Ȩ̬̜̞͇͓͕͚͂̐̄̀R͈̼̞̹͎̩̙͙ͤ̀̅ͬ̍͒̏̓́ͅĘ̛̾̆̅ͯ̃̍͗ͫ̒҉̱̣͉̣͇ ̧̻̰̙͎̣̻̪̉͋ͩ̌͑̓ͧ̆Y̩̣͛̿́͐͒ͫǪ̹̭̮̯̫̪͒ͮ̽ͅỤ̙̳̦̅̇͟͡ ͂̔ͩ͏̸̫̜̤̙͢ͅA̳ͫ̏͜͡͡R̴͑͆̚͏̖̰͙̞E̼̞̫̎̓ͤ͢͠ ̪̥̝͎̫̫̥͔̳̔̍͜N̄̈̃̂̄͂̐̆̀҉͓̱̺̮̺͇͙̪̀Ȏ̶̸̲̘͉̼̝̾ͧ̈́̃̃ͅT̺̱ͩ́



His pointed teeth bared themselves, glistening in the sunlight as the immediate area around and beneath the Keramon's feet now began to, for lack of a better phrase, "freak out" upon expressing that his ulterior intentions were not for the human to benefit from.

Holes in the fabric of space itself tore open violently as strings of binary coding were pulled from the infrastructure of the world itself, scattering in every direction like how an infant would throw its toys across the room. Syntax's eyes reflected a growing hunger that mere observation could not satisfy, his own body flickering chaotically in ways that seemed analogous to how a computer screen would malfunction when exposed to a virus.

It was only a matter of time before this area would reach its "error screen" phase — which meant that, sooner or later, something was going to come looking for him. Syntax had to be quick, as his time in the world could not be allowed to extend longer than he needed to.

Upon closing the gap between himself and the human, Syntax lifted his great hands forward, fully intent with grabbing onto whatever he could get a hold of. He smiled, eyes full of bestial malice.






Y̸͔͇̻̣͉͔̻͔̱̺͇͖͇̰͚̟̠̖̫͌ͩ̽ͧͤͨ͐ͮͥ̾̄͗̓ͦ͒̓͑͜͝͠O̴͊ͭ͗͂͛̃͊̓͆͗̌̓͌͏̪̥͓̤̰͈͠Ų̵̴̖̘͇͕̯̖͓͕̯̦̜̻̖̗̻̈́ͧ̏͗̍͊̐͊ͥ̿͆͋͋ ̛̠̩͙̱̪̜̣̼͕̰̭̤̳̱͐̇ͭ̄ͅA̢͎̺̣̖̓̾͐͌̈̽̑̄͌ͨ͗̈̽ͦ͛͘͟͟͢ͅͅR͗̃̄̄҉͙̳̦͚͈̭͜E̡͔̞̮̗̺͓̼̣̯̩̘̍̂͆͆ͧ̂͆͂̌͑͋͂̚͟͝ ̜̬̼̼̪̯ͦͤ̍͂̏̓̇̾̈́͒̀͜N̢̩̭͎̝̝͍̲̹̮͖̥̤̤̭͍͔̭͈̭̊́͌ͥ̌ͦ̽͋̊̑͂̽̕͟Ơ̦̳̣͔̳̘̲͎̟̲ͯͣ̀͛͊͂̿ͭ̊̉̇̑̆͗́ͅT̼̥̲̖̻͓̝̭̖̩̱͖̣͙̗̓̂ͧ̓͐ͫ͒ͫ̔̏͗͛̃̕͟͞ͅ ̨̣̮̯̗̱͉̹͎͚̳̟͔͖̠̝̳̱͎͒ͩ̍̍̀̔̏̓̕ͅS͆̍̋͊̃̑̈̓ͪ̃͌̀̐̾͂͑͊͆͏̥̺̲̪͍̟̠̥̀͠A̸̸̸̹̥̝̖͖͉̭͋̐́͊̓̄̀F̴̸͓̖̪̮̥̤̝͇̺̳̥̪̭̹̆̀̇͑ͧ̔͛̅ͨͫͭ̈̔̓͢͝ͅË̸̷̷͍̯͖̱̬̆̏̂̇ͭ̾̓̌̿̏͑͛̐͊ͩ͊ͣ̿͠

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[The Cleaner]

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The being wasn't talking to him now, it was just... Convulsing... Pulsing? Acting a plum fool? "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned for the creatures well being, though it was... Strange he didn't want to see it in pain, was it hurt? Sick? Hungry? Sleepy? Maybe it missed its mother? Ooo it could be a baby, Brice loved babies. The belligerent cloud, let out another screech, making the raven hair look at his new walkie talkie. 

"You know where I'm not? Oh I'm not safe? Cute." he laughed putting the device back in his pocket. "Can you even speak English?" 

His arms were crossed, the dramatics were less scary and more irritating with the pass of time, "Listen, if you ain't gonna help me, just say so. I have no time to wait for you to... Do whatever in the hell you are doing." 

The freak raised his hands, appearing to want to grab hold of the young man, well they couldn't have that now could they. "Sorry bro, I'm not a hugger, but catch." he tossed his digivice to the thing. Brice was still new to the area, it'd be a long time before he just gave a random octopus with a bad makeup job a hug.  

"You're cute, but I'm not into.. Whatever it is you are. Maybe we could be friends?"

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Syntax convulsed with rapture, the kind that a child feels before opening the wrapping paper on a Christmas present. Either this human was being deliberate with his oafish behavior, or he was genuinely moronic in his nature. Attempting to solve the mystery as to why natural selection has allowed this creature to persist as long as he has would only waste valuable processing speed.

He lunged, unable to keep his hunger reined in any longer, as he would risk tearing his very core apart attempting to suppress his instinctual directives.

The Keramon found himself stopping in his tracks, however, as the brainless young man tossed the Digivice at his egg-shaped head, disrupting the influence his starvation-induced trance had on the Digimon.

His Glasgow grin receded somewhat, the disruptive errors and chaotic warps and cracks in reality growing far more potent and unstable as he leaned over to retrieve the object. Lifting it up, Syntax stared at the gadget, studying its details with great intent as numerous suggestions poured through his surface thoughts.

To say that such a situation was astronomically rare would be a dramatic understatement, but there the Keramon was, clutching a device that could unlock the very secrets to his full potential. Simply eating it wouldn't do him justice, although the Digivice did appear rather delectable...

Syntax glanced at the object, then the person apathetic enough to part ways with it, passing between the two several times until he paused for a brief moment, allowing it to sink in.

Then, Syntax cackled maniacally, and like a bolt of lightning, entered a high-speed slithering movement across the damaged coastline, passing the human without taking the chance to gloat over his personal conquest. He would realize the stupidity of his actions, eventually.

Until then, he really ought to be more concerned about the dissolving landscape. This wasn't a simulation, and if he didn't shape his act up quickly, he'll end up finding himself in a lot more trouble than he bargained for.

The Cleaner

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So we're one-hundred percent clear, I don't intend on keeping the Digivice. Just play along and you'll get it back, lol.

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[The Cleaner]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you

An eyebrow arched, the blue thing ran off, and the sky was still oh so blue. Well, at least he had rid himself of that freak... Then again that freak knew where they were... Onn one hand he could chase it down and ask, and on the other, he could just let it go and look for a more... Understanding being. What to do, what to do... 

Brice shrugged his shoulders and ran after the octopus. "What the shit is going on around here..." the beach was distorting, pieces seeming to be missing, things fading. What sort of beach was this? Maybe a theme park? Well That would explain the clown that can't talk. 

The thing was fast, too damn fast.. Brice couldn't catch up... The area around him, seeming to break further. "waaaaait"

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