Post by Blight on Apr 13, 2016 12:39:14 GMT -5
Isolation was bad for Hazardmon. It made him think too much. When he thought, he machinated. He delved. He fretted. He got anxious. Nothing like being alone in a bad guy bubble bath to make someone fucking distraught. Of course, it wasn't the 'oh shit, I'm in danger' kind of distraught; it was the kind that brought back distant memories, ones he was trying so hard to forget.
"You killed him, you sonofabitch."
Hazardmon peered down at the bog. It bubbled back. He tried to make out his reflection, but there was nothing to be seen. The murky darkness chortled at him, speaking to him in a language he couldn't understand. He couldn't just slap at the thing or he'd get sucked in, doomed to a slow, fiery death. Wasn't that in store for him anyway? Isn't that what happened to Digimon who killed their partners? A fun little thing that most digidestined seemed to forget was that the Digital World was dangerous. Perhaps the biggest danger of all, however, was inviting humans into their world. Digimon coexisted in the beginning. Their basic needs for survival certainly outweighed the need for positivity or for life, but the balance of light and dark hadn't truly been threatened until the humans arrived. More powerful Digimon, spurned by their partners, gave way to greater threats. Thus, imbalance was born. At least, that's how he saw it. His own face was a result of a cruel experiment, not by natural means. He was a damn looney because his data had been scrambled, not because he was created for chaos, or for evil. Beneath his little coat, Hazardmon could feel the poison surging through his veins. Some days, he could feel himself becoming that monster again.
He found himself face to face with the monster every now and then. It stood above him, a lingering mass of metal and teeth. It salivated at the thought of destroying everything in its wake. The power, though. That power. Hazardmon could almost taste it a second time, like it was living dormant inside of him, waiting to burst forward as soon as it had the chance.
The last time he had reached his Mega form was when his partner bade him to. Hazardmon had been the victim of Dark Digivolution. He remembered being somewhat a of a knighty dude before that. Pretty alright, he was guessing? He looked similar enough to Kotemon, so it was probably the case that he'd become Knightmon at some point. Or maybe he was more of a samurai, like Butenmon. To put it lightly, he survived some pretty bad brain damage after all that, so it wasn't all that crazy that he didn't remember how far he'd come. Somehow, though - and he could remember this part, only under the circumstances he was in now - he remembered becoming Cataclysmon. The feeling, the overwhelming sensation, of becoming that thing was inescapable. It was altogether intoxicating: the level of power, the addiction that caused him to hunt for it again. But did he really want that? He couldn't decide. Unlike many Digimon, Hazardmon wasn't the type of guy that felt a whole lot of regret. It just happened, didn't it? An unavoidable inevitability, spurned by his partner's ludicrous ambition of vanquishing evil. It was kind of funny, wasn't it? That in that kid's desperate attempt to end corruption, he gave way to the worst form of it? And died because of it?
"They call me Blight for a reason. They just can't seem to get rid of me. I'm like the common cold" he said aloud, flat out admitting to his destiny. "The great thing about colds, though - they give you a day off work every once and awhile. Just like you, D!"
Something came bubbling up from the tar. Was it an egg...or something? It glowed purple, albeit faintly enough to separate it from its surroundings. Hazardmon flopped his sleeves into the tar, yanking the object up with all of his might. As if the Dark Area had willed it, he was able to rustle the object free, causing him to fall on his ass.
"But you got a permanent vacation out of it, bud. Ya lucky bugger" he went on at last, claiming his victory. He brought the egg-thing closer to his face. "Leave it to me to keep on living, kay? That's the thing about viruses, they only get stronger."
[EXIT]
"You killed him, you sonofabitch."
Hazardmon peered down at the bog. It bubbled back. He tried to make out his reflection, but there was nothing to be seen. The murky darkness chortled at him, speaking to him in a language he couldn't understand. He couldn't just slap at the thing or he'd get sucked in, doomed to a slow, fiery death. Wasn't that in store for him anyway? Isn't that what happened to Digimon who killed their partners? A fun little thing that most digidestined seemed to forget was that the Digital World was dangerous. Perhaps the biggest danger of all, however, was inviting humans into their world. Digimon coexisted in the beginning. Their basic needs for survival certainly outweighed the need for positivity or for life, but the balance of light and dark hadn't truly been threatened until the humans arrived. More powerful Digimon, spurned by their partners, gave way to greater threats. Thus, imbalance was born. At least, that's how he saw it. His own face was a result of a cruel experiment, not by natural means. He was a damn looney because his data had been scrambled, not because he was created for chaos, or for evil. Beneath his little coat, Hazardmon could feel the poison surging through his veins. Some days, he could feel himself becoming that monster again.
He found himself face to face with the monster every now and then. It stood above him, a lingering mass of metal and teeth. It salivated at the thought of destroying everything in its wake. The power, though. That power. Hazardmon could almost taste it a second time, like it was living dormant inside of him, waiting to burst forward as soon as it had the chance.
The last time he had reached his Mega form was when his partner bade him to. Hazardmon had been the victim of Dark Digivolution. He remembered being somewhat a of a knighty dude before that. Pretty alright, he was guessing? He looked similar enough to Kotemon, so it was probably the case that he'd become Knightmon at some point. Or maybe he was more of a samurai, like Butenmon. To put it lightly, he survived some pretty bad brain damage after all that, so it wasn't all that crazy that he didn't remember how far he'd come. Somehow, though - and he could remember this part, only under the circumstances he was in now - he remembered becoming Cataclysmon. The feeling, the overwhelming sensation, of becoming that thing was inescapable. It was altogether intoxicating: the level of power, the addiction that caused him to hunt for it again. But did he really want that? He couldn't decide. Unlike many Digimon, Hazardmon wasn't the type of guy that felt a whole lot of regret. It just happened, didn't it? An unavoidable inevitability, spurned by his partner's ludicrous ambition of vanquishing evil. It was kind of funny, wasn't it? That in that kid's desperate attempt to end corruption, he gave way to the worst form of it? And died because of it?
"They call me Blight for a reason. They just can't seem to get rid of me. I'm like the common cold" he said aloud, flat out admitting to his destiny. "The great thing about colds, though - they give you a day off work every once and awhile. Just like you, D!"
Something came bubbling up from the tar. Was it an egg...or something? It glowed purple, albeit faintly enough to separate it from its surroundings. Hazardmon flopped his sleeves into the tar, yanking the object up with all of his might. As if the Dark Area had willed it, he was able to rustle the object free, causing him to fall on his ass.
"But you got a permanent vacation out of it, bud. Ya lucky bugger" he went on at last, claiming his victory. He brought the egg-thing closer to his face. "Leave it to me to keep on living, kay? That's the thing about viruses, they only get stronger."
[EXIT]
