The RealTime Digivolution

“Woo hoo! After a year of slaving away at this shit job, its time for a vacation!” Matt jumped with joy, and plotted his next move. He had many ideas in mind, but going for a road trip sounded like the best one. He had it in his mind to take his car south to along the secondary roads, and stop into the smaller towns along the way. He packed his tent, backpack, fishing gear, hunting knife, and his private toolbox. The contents of the toolbox were a well kept secret, and he hoped to keep it that way. Finishing his packing, he picked up all his stuff, locked his apartment, and set off for a few weeks of fun. Seeing as it was early in the morning, and a weekend, getting out of the city was easy. There was next to no traffic when he pulled onto the freeway, and so his grand adventure began.

A few hours down the road, he pulled into a small village named dragon. There was nothing in the little crack of land, so after getting something to eat at a roadside café, he resumed his journey. Several hours later, he was sitting in a coffee shop in Calgary. Turns out some friendly faces were there, so he stopped to talk. “Hi there everyone! How yah all doing!” “Damn! Fancy meeting you here! I thought we’d only see you through the web cam!” “Ah what can I say, I got a twinge of wanderlust. Mind if I sit down?” “Sure thing buddy! Have a doughnut!”

After a few hours, doughnuts, and pots of coffee, Matt bid everyone farewell. “I’ll see you all later ok? I’ll try to swing back through here on my way home.” He turned, and left with a chorus of goodbyes in tow. It was nice to know such friendly people he thought to himself as he turned east. Night was falling, so he found a campsite on the border of Alberta, and Saskatchewan. It was a poorly equipped little shit hole, but all matt needed was a utility plug, to cook dinner, and use his laptop. Dinner was easy enough, with the hot plate that was in his toolbox, and his laptop had a satellite modem, so checking his e-mail was a breeze. While he was at it, he decided to check out the weather network, so see if it was gonna rain or not. There was no chance of rain for many days, but there was a report of a solar storm. It was not uncommon to have a solar storm, seeing as it was the period of solar max. Where electromagnetic activity in the solar system was increased dramatically. The only real threat it posed, was the chance of knocking out the satellites in orbit, and maybe damaging the power plants on planet. This happened once back in 1988, but it only affected Quebec, so nobody cared. The reports of the solar storm were correct, and Matt sat back to watch the northern lights. “Wow, they are really active tonight. Bright.” Eventually, sleep claimed him, and he drifted off, still clutching his laptop. As he was sleeping, the electromagnetic storm hit that area of the world, and acted as a giant EMP. Everything seemed alright for a while, but then one by one, everything in north America began to shut down. Power plants went offline, computers fried, and the phone system crashed. By the time Matt woke up the next morning, the world was in chaos. He was one of the few in the world who had chosen to have his system hardened against EMP, so his laptop was still operational. Though it was a bit glitched. A quick scan of his system, showed that there was no software damage, but some of the CPU functions had been scrambled. He could still use the laptop, but it could crash at any time. The bad news was, the Internet was offline. A few sites here and there were still running, but in general, the world was dead comm. Cursing loudly, he fought his way around dead servers, and finally managed to access a remote node, and thus get into his e-mail. Most of his messages were corrupted, but a few key one’s were still readable. They were all the same, a unanimous “WTF?”. Sending e-mail back to them was impossible, and there seemed no point of going back home yet. “I just hope nobody decided to loot my place. Even though there is nothing to steal.” Surrendering to a potentially hopeless situation, Matt went about tinkering with the fragged up systems on the laptop, and closed himself off to the plight of the world. One system after another was fixed, and over time, the laptop was returned to working order. Accessing the internet again, he found that some internet systems were back online. So surfing was kind of an option. That is if one wanted to surf on a few search engines, and one site about cats.

“Man this sucks. Why did the net have to crash now?”

Puttering away at random IP addy’s, Matt eventually found some worth looking at. The FIP, and macrophile were still running, and some isolated node running independently from the rest of the net. After some fun on the aforementioned sites, he checked out the node. As he did, his computer fried. The processor went up in smoke, and the monitor flashed brilliant white. Matt was blinded by the flash, and he fell over. Hitting his head on a rock, the evening was cut short by darkness. He remembered no more.

Time passed, and slowly Matt regained consciousness. A fern draped over his face was all that greeted him. Dazed, confused, and in pain, he stumbled to his feet.

“Ohh fuck… What hit me? Sunnava… @#$&@ my head hurts!”

Looking around, he noticed that things were slightly more overgrown then they were when he last remembered. Overgrown, as in the arid campsite he was once in, was now a teaming jungle. After finally coming to the conclusion that he was not in Kansas anymore, there was only one thing to say.

“Holy The following message has been deleted by the network censors. Matt did not make reference to the 3rd world, or insult the will of the Christian church. That is all. !!!”

Feeling better after cursing for several hours, Matt decided it was time to look around. His campsite was still there for some reason, so he began to break camp. Packing his tent, and bedroll away the only thing left was his cooking gear, toolbox, and the laptop.

“I guess I better take everything. I don’t know where I am, and this all might come in handy.”

The toolbox was heavy, but storing the cooking gear inside the backpack made things easier. The laptop went back inside its case, and over his shoulder. The load was not too bad, but he knew he was going to get tired really fast at this rate. But he bore the load, and trudged off into the brush. There was a beaten trail up ahead, so he decided to follow it. The walk was easier on the trail, but something in his head was telling him that this could be a animal path, and he might not want to find out what kind of animal was using it. He took his chances though, thinking that all he might find here, was a deer or two. The day passed by fairly quickly, nothing having happened. The odd rabbit like thing darted off the path from time to time. But other than that, there was nothing to see but thick tree’s on either side. Night was falling fairly rapidly, so Matt made haste to find a campsite. There was a very small patch of brush just off the path, and it looked as if it was clear enough to pitch the tent, and build a fire. He set his pack down with glee, and went to setting up his tent. It barely fit between two tall tree’s, but it did fit. It was so warm out, that it seemed proper to sleep under the stars. Lighting a small cook fire, he went about making some food. A bowl of soup filled his gut, and sleep began to creep up on him. He laid his bedroll out in front of the tent, and made sure that his fire was not going to spread. The last thing he saw before nodding off, was some stars, that he had never seen before.

“What’s that thing over there!” “Looks like a campfire to me. I wonder who decided to have a cookout?” “I don’t think that’s anyone we know. What’s that thing between the tree’s?”

Tree shadowed forms were debating what to make of Matt’s campsite from a nearby bush. Night obscured there forms, but they did not look human.

“I have no idea what that is, but its not moving. So I guess its safe. Whoever that is, it looks like it’s asleep under those furs.” “Do you think it would mind if we shared its fire?” “Well, it is sleeping in our woods, so I don’t think it would mind.” “Ok, lets go over there quietly. We don’t know if its friendly or not.”

The trio snuck as quietly as possible over to the fireside, and they too were soon fast asleep in the amber glow of the fire. Even though everyone was snoring rather loudly, nobody was awakened, until morning showed its crimson beginnings through the treetops. The three shadowed figures were the first to rise, morning defeating there cowl of darkness. They stretched their sinewy arms, scratched random parts of their anatomy, and went about deciding the fate of the still sleeping Matt.

“Hmm, the sleeping one obviously does not know that you are supposed to wake up when the sun does.” “Maybe its really tired. Let it rest.” “It sure does not look like any of us. I wonder where its from?” “Let me see. Oh! This looks familiar somehow. I know! I heard about these things from several others! This is one of those human things!” “Human things? I never heard of those. Is it a new kind of digimon?” “No Gulimon! Its not a digimon! I heard that these humans are from another world. I have no idea how this one got here, but the last set of humans to set foot here were sent to kill the baddies.” “*Sniff* It sure don’t smell like a Digimon. Is it friendly Gabumon?” “Yes, they are almost all friendly. We should probably not let it see us all standing above it like this. They have a tendency to get scared when they first arrive here. Agumon! Get out of there!”

A sheepish looking Agumon emerged from the tent, munching away on a candy bar.

“Sorry, but something smelled good in there! I had to go look!” “Do you always think of your belly?” Gabumon said with a frown. “Oh, leave him alone. He was just hungry. Eating is good for you.” Proclaimed Gulimon in his usual childlike voice. “Yah, you have a point. Anyways, the human looks like he’s waking up. Maybe we should go lay over there.” Said Gabumon, pointing to a nearby bush.

The trio all flopped down around the bush, just as Matt awoke from a pleasant nights sleep. He got up, stretched, and went about cooking breakfast. Soon a bounty of eggs, bacon, and one of those rabbit like things was frying up in his skillet. Some movement caught his attention, and what he saw took his breath away. Mainly because he was just tackled by three hungry digimon.

“Hi there human! I’m Gulimon! I’m hungry, can I have some of this food?” “Don’t hog it all! I want some too! Oh, by the way human, I’m Agumon!” “Greetings! I am called Gabumon. If you would be so kind to share your food with us, we would be very thankful.”

Matt shook his head, that being the only thing he could move, as he was still pinned under the three digimon. Trying to speak, the trio figured out that standing on him was not such a good idea. After they had gotten off, and Matt regained his composure, he tried to introduce himself.

“Er, hi. I’m Matt. Uhh, I’ve never heard of anything like you before. Are you some kind of government experiment?” “What’s a government? Were not an experiment! Were digimon!” Matt looked confused. “What the hell is a digimon? I’ve never heard, or seen any of you where I come from.” Gabumon perked up, and came closer to explain. “That’s because you aren’t on earth anymore! You are not the first human to come to digiworld!” “Digiworld? You mean I’m not on earth anymore? Wild!” Cried Matt with a grin. “Wow, you’re the first human to not be upset about being away from your home.” “Heh, I’m not upset. I did not really fit in on earth. So I don’t care where I am. Besides, you guy’s are kinda cool.”

They all smiled, and sat down to sup with Matt. After some eating, and a lot of conversation, they all decided to journey together. The digimon just wandered around the whole world, having no home. Matt was ok with this, as he liked to explore. All four of them wandered off down the path after they broke camp. The digimon announced that they were off to a small village a few days down the road. It promised some entertainment. So they picked up there feet, and hoofed er down the road. The days passed quickly with conversation, demonstrations of the digimon’s fighting prowess, and lots and lots of eating. Those digimon sure packed it in. Fortunately for Matt’s food stocks, there was lots of eatables on the road. After all there meals, the digimon were usually packed to full, that they were visibly bloated. They did not seem to mind though, and they patted their bloated stomachs with a grin on their faces. I certainly could not keep up with them in the eating department. Each morning though, it looked as they had not eaten a thing. Their bellies were totally gone. Upon asking about this, Gabumon informed me that they always ate lots, and it was all digested by morning. They needed the energy to fight like they did. The only fighting they did on the road however, was the kind needed to bring in enough food to keep themselves satisfied. I decided to show off a toy of mine, and brought me toolbox over to the roadside.

“Hey guys! See that thing over there? That looks like a deer to me!” “Yes Matt. We have deer here too. They are quite tasty, but hard to catch. What of it?” “Well Gabumon, I’m going to kill it, and were going to eat it for supper.” Gabumon looked confused. “How can you kill it from here? Its all the way over there, and you don’t have any powers like we do!” “Well Gabumon, I have a bit of an edge here. I brought my gun.” Out of my toolbox, came my collapsible sniper rifle. “What’s that? Matt? It looks dangerous.” “Relax Agumon. It launches a metal slug really fast at things, and usually kills them. Its loud, so you might want to get behind me.”

The digimon looked concerned, but they did as I told them, and watched from behind me. I trained my sights on the deer, and lined up a perfect shot to the head. It never knew what hit it. Its brains exploded out the other side of his face as the bullet shattered its skull. The digimon looked mortified, but they rapidly regained there happy composure, as the smell of fresh meat wafted our way. It took me a while to dress the deer, and the digimon averted there eyes. They had no problem with killing to eat, just they seemed slightly afraid of how easy it was to use the gun. They all agreed to never touch the thing. I took the gun apart, locked it up, and stashed it back in my toolbox. We ate deer for the next two days, and the digimon were never more bloated. Meat seemed to give them more energy, and strengthen them. Each one of them was beefier then they were before. They all were extremely happy that I had gotten them such fine food. When night fell again, we all went into the tent, and fell asleep in our respective corners. The night passed without problems, and when morning rose, I found myself buried under the arms of all three digimon. They were draped over me like protective blankets.

“Man I’m lucky to have such nice friends. I don’t ever want to leave the digiworld!” “I’m glad you think of us as your friends. We all like you too.”

The trio had woken up when I spoke, and they were all looking at me with there big eyes.

“That’s great you three. I really do like it here. Say, what’s in this village were going to?” “Oh, one of our favorite types of hangout. You’ll see it when you get there.”

Matt figured that it was a bar or something, so he went along for the ride. They all packed up the stuff, and went about eating some breakfast. The digimon seemed to stuff themselves more every day. It could have been his imagination, but they seemed to be almost enjoying being so full. After breakfast, they all marched down the road. Matt saw the town first, seeing as he was twice the height of the digimon.

“Is that the place were going Gabumon?” “Yes Matt. That’s the village of dali. I’ve got a small shack here that we can stay in.” “Sounds good to me Gabumon. Now you can show me this hangout of yours!” “Yah! Maybe he can join in on the fun!” Exclaimed Agumon and Gulimon in unison.

All three digimon led Matt through the village, and to a small shack on the edge of town. It was not much to look at, but it served its purpose. There was enough room in there for everyone to bed down, and cook food. The funny thing was, the cellar was several times the size of the whole shack. From the looks of it, you could play football down there.

“We built the shack over a large cave. The cave is very big. Which is why we decided to live here.”

Gabumon motioned for everyone to follow him, and they all decended down a long series of steps. All the way to the bottom of the cave. It was a long walk, but they eventually got down. The place was huge! The ceiling was several hundred feet above them, and the cave itself stretched for about a mile in every direction.

“Why do you need such a large place? Do you do secret things down here?” “You could say that. We have an addiction you might say. And we get out fix down here.”

Agumon walked over to a hole in the wall, and pulled out a long hose. He popped it in his mouth, and cranked open a valve on the wall.

“You see Matt, we like to inflate ourselves. Its very pleasurable!” “Huh? Inflate yourself's? How can you possibly do that?… ???!”

Just as he finished his question, Agumon started to fill up with air. His belly bloated out much larger than it did at dinner time. He had a intense grin on his face. He spat out the hose when his belly became about 5ft around, and he just sat there rubbing it. Next, Gulimon took the hose from Agumon, and inflated himself up to the same size as Agumon. Gabumon went next, and soon, all three of them were very big in the belly.

“Ahh, that’s better. See what we mean Matt?” Said a very happy looking Gabumon.

Matt just stood there looking at the inflated digimon. He had never seen anything like this before, and he had no idea how it was possible. Not really caring how they did it, he sat and watched as the inflated themselves more and more. Soon, Matt realized why they lived in the cave. Because they filled the whole place with there inflated bodies.

“Holy shit! Man you guy’s are big! That’s so cool!” “Heh, now you know what we like. Care to join us?” “Umm, sorry guy’s, but humans aren’t inflatable like you are. I’d love to, but I can’t.”

They all looked saddened that I could not join in the fun, but Gulimon perked up rather quickly.

“I know! If you can’t inflate, you can have fun inflating us!” The red dino looked rather thrilled with himself. “Sure, that sounds like fun to me! Tell me though, can you pop?” “We’ve never popped yet, so I guess not.”

They all deflated, but kept just enough air, so they were still big in the belly. They all waddled with me over to the kitchen they had in the basement, and began to make dinner. Matt decided to have some fun, and made enough food to feed an army. The digimon ate it all, and soon were so fat, that they could not stand up. They were lifted high off the ground by there guts, and that is where they fell asleep. Matt found a nice patch of floor nearby, and slept soundly for the entire night.

Morning came, and Matt was awakened because he was feeling too warm. This of course, was because he had three still fat digimon squished into his side. One did not need a blanket, when you had these three around. Struggling to remove himself from the tangled mess of arms, legs, and lard, he managed only to wake up the bloated trio.

“*Snort* Morning Matt.” Was all to be said by Gabumon. “Hello, I’m hungry. Can you feed me again?” “You’ve got to be kidding Gulimon. You’re still huge!” “I’m not kidding Agumon. I’m hungry.” Matt chuckled at this. “Well, there’s still food on the table. Help yourself. It is your house after all.”

Gulimon dragged his gut over to the kitchen, and began to ravenously eat everything in site. Matt, Agumon, and Gabumon had no idea how the little red dino could need any more food, and they watched in awe as Gulimon soon was not the small dino he once was.

“Ahh, that feels better. I’m full now.” Said Gulimon with a smile on his face. “I’ll say you’re full! You’re 30ft around! Its gonna take you all week to digest that food!” Gabumon looked generally angry, but he soon calmed down. “Way to go Gulimon! I could never eat that much!” Agumon on the other hand was impressed. And ran over to the inflation hose for some morning fun. “Well you guy’s, I’m going to walk around this village for a bit ok? If I’m gonna live here, I guess I’d better know what the land looks like.”

The three waved Matt off, and he began the long haul up the stairs. He wondered about Gulimon, seeing as he did stuff himself with lots of meat. Matt figured that he’d just be bulkier like before. Deep back in the cavern however, Gulimon was digesting his meal in a new way. His tail got longer, he got more muscular all over, and then he started to grow. Not very much, but when Agumon came to check on him, Gulimon had completely digested his meal, and was now 6ft tall.

“Wow! Hey Gabumon! Come look at Gulimon!” “Oh my! I had no idea that he could absorb it all directly like that! We should not let him stuff himself like that again. We don’t want a giant on our hands.”

Agumon agreed, and followed Gabumon over to the inflation wall. While the two were busy puffing themselves up, Matt had finally reached the top of the stairs, and was exiting the shack. It had recently rained, and the ground was somewhat muddy. Other digimon were walking around, and the odd one came over to say hello. Most of them just minded their own business, and went about their day. He went into several buildings that looked like shops, and soon mapped out the whole village. There was a tavern, an inn, two restaurants, a general store, and a magic shop. He did not have any money though, so he asked a passing byomon what kind of currency was used around here.

“Umm hi. I’m not from around here… Can you tell me what the money looks like around these parts?” The pink bird looked confused. “Money? What’s money? If you want something from a store, just trade the owner for it. That’s how things work around here. Bye!” “Trade huh? Nice. Thanks!”

Pleased with the news, he trotted off to the magic shop. Entering the place, he was overrun with sights, smells, and the shop-keep. The shop-keep was a lithe looking Veemon, and seemed very interested in trading with Matt.

“Hello outsider! What can I do for yah! I’m sure you’ve got lots of things worth trading!” “Maybe I do. Lets see what you have around here. What kind of magic’s do you procure?” “Umm, almost anything. You got your elemental spell books, spell components, potions for practically any use, etc. Just pick out anything you like, and we’ll barter.”

Matt liked the barter system, as it was more fun that just paying a grossly inflated price. He poked and prodded around and found little of interest. A prank spell book, and a list of useful ingredients for potions. He wanted these two items, and approached the desk.

“How much for these two?” “Whatcha got? Show me something interesting, and there yours.” “Ok, lets see… man I’m glad I brought my backpack… How about a can of soup?” “What? A can of soup? Well… it would have to be really good soup.” “Oh it is. Chicken corn chowder! I assure you its delicious!” “Ok, those are common, and near worthless items. Deal. One question though, how do I get the soup out of this thing?” “Oh, just break through the metal with something sharp.”

Matt walked happily away, thinking he had screwed over the shop-keep. He trekked back to the shack, and began to walk down the long set of stairs. Each time he walked those stairs, the journey seemed to take less out of him. He figured it must be good exercise. Agumon had inflated himself so big, that he was squashed against the sides, and ceiling of the cavern. Gabumon was checking over Gulimon, and Gulimon… was enormous!

“Holy shit! What the hell happened to you? You’ve doubled in size since I left!” Gulimon turned his head to meet Matt square in the eyes.

“I guess this is what happens when I eat too much. I won’t do it again.” “Hey its ok buddy! I kinda like yah bigger!”

This brought a smile to the not so small dino’s face. And a vigorous face licking. Wiping off the dino slobber, Matt went to see how Agumon was doing. The look of bliss was evident on his face as he took up more and more of the cavern. Matt sat down, and just watched him blow up with a look of happiness on his face.

“You guy’s are so lucky.”

Gulimon came stomping over, and sat down beside Matt. Even while sitting, he was still big. He nuzzled Matt’s side, and watched Agumon go.

“Why are we lucky Matt? Were the same as everyone else.” “Well Gulimon… You can have fun with the inflation, I can’t. You’re a big strong lizardish looking thing, I’m just a plain old human. You can eat your heart out, and do no damage to yourself. If I over eat like that, I’ll get sick. All in all, you digimon sure have it easy.” “Well, don’t worry. You might find something to be happy about here.” “No worries there big guy. I’m happy living with you three. Even if I can’t do any of the things you can.”

Agumon eventually spat out the hose, and just sat there, wedged between walls of stone. Gulimon decided it was his turn, and slowly blew himself up to match Agumon. They were impressive to look at. Hundreds of feet tall, and much more than that around. Gabumon was still trying to figure out how Gulimon could have grown like he did, but eventually gave into temptation, and took his turn at the hose. Soon, the kitchen was the only place in the whole cave system that did not house some part of the trio. They were so huge, it was hard to comprehend. There bodies were all shiny when stretched. And they made squeaking noised when they moved. Not unlike a large balloon. Matt walked over to them, and pressed his back into Gulimon’s stretched out belly. There he sat, and read through the two books he’d traded for. The prank spell book was mostly BS, but there were some spells in there that involved temporary growth of objects, and some inflation related gags. He figured the digimon would like them, so he tried to remember the spells for later. According to the book, even one totally untrained could use magic in the digiworld, you just had to know the right verbal commands. This pleased Matt to no end. The book on potions was interesting, and it contained recipes for medical potions, potions for things like gas relief, or shrinking things. Matt wondered if mixing them backwards, would produce the opposite effect? He decided to find out later, and went to go cook some breakfast. The smell of fried eggs, and ham steaks brought the digimon out of there bliss educed stupor, and they tried to get over to the kitchen. Finding they had to deflate first, they eagerly did so. When they had expelled the last of the air, all three of them charged over to the table, where Matt had already laid out plates full of food for them. After momentarily drooling over the food, they rapidly dug in. They were done before Matt was, and sat there happily patting there stomachs. This time, they were not bloated.

“Thanks for cooking breakfast Matt! We sure do like your cooking!”

Said a sated looking Gabumon. The other two agreed with a nod of there head, and raced back to the hose. Matt started laughing, and watched with glee as they soon came running back, complaining of gas.

“What did you put in the food Matt?” Asked a worried looking Agumon. “Oh nothing, just an experiment. If this works, all three of you should start to spontaneously blow up right about now.”

The worry on Agumon’s face soon turned to glee, as all three of them watched there bellies start to blow up. Outwards they stretched, making a creaking noise as they did. The three digimon waddled off to the center of the cavern, so they did not break anything in the kitchen. Only there bellies were stretching, and soon they could no longer walk. All three of them had bellies that stretched out twice there heights, and they did not look like they were stopping any time soon.

“Wow Matt! I like what you put in the food!” Cried Gulimon in between cries of euphoria.

They continued to blow up larger and larger, sitting on the floor. It was rather funny to look at. Three digimon sitting on there asses, hugging there 20ft around bellies with funny looks on their faces. When finally the inflation stopped, they were all 50ft around, hugging there obscenely huge bellies. Tears were running down their eyes.

“Oh Matt. You don’t know what you’re missing! Inflation for us is pure euphoria! Its just bliss!” Said a very happy looking Gabumon. “Yah, it feels so good. Too bad you can’t join us.” Cried Gulimon with a frown.

Agumon was too happy to say anything, and he just sat there with a glassy look in his eyes.

“That was a gas relief potion guy’s. I just wanted to see if it worked in reverse. It obviously does. Man I’m glad you guy’s don’t pop, or else we’d have quite the mess to clean up here.” “Thanks for the test run Matt. I really like it! Make more for us will you?”

The other two agreed with Agumon, and pleaded with Matt to make more. Matt had already made a pot full, and only a drop had inflated the digimon to this size. He went and put the rest of it into a jar, and tucked it away. The rest of the week went by fast. Senseless day’s full of inflated digimon, and lots and lots of eating. Matt had gone back to the magic shop several times, and was looking at more and more arcane things. He was getting good with magic, being able to light fires, make water appear, and other useful things. He secretly hoped to find a way to let himself join in the digimon’s fun. One day, he tried making a magic mirror with a bowl of water. It worked perfectly. Not having seen a mirror around the place before, he was glad to now have one. He needed a shave, badly, and a haircut. Something caught his eye in the bowl though, and upon looking deeper into the water, he was greeted by a odd site. He saw not himself, but a reptilian face looking back. Red scales adorned its head, and frills poked out of the side of its horn covered head. This site confused Matt, and when he blinked, the image was gone. He decided not to tell the digimon, not knowing what it was himself.

Weeks end came, and the digimon came up to Matt with a surprise.

“Hey Matt! Pack your bags! Were leaving!” “Huh? Leaving? Where are we going?” “Well, we don’t stay here for more than a week or two. We like to travel around. Since you’re here now, and have the tent to sleep in, we think its time to go on a grand journey.” Explained Gabumon. “Ok, sounds like fun. Where are we going?”

Gabumon pulled out a cloth map of the whole digiworld, and pointed to a small costal patch of forest.

“This is where we are. Lets go over here, to the tower city of Argent.” “Umm Gabumon, according to your map here, that city is on the other side of the planet.” “So? You got anything else to do while you’re here?” “Heh, I guess you’re right. How long will it take to get there?” “Well, if we just walk, about 3 months. We could get there faster, if we had some transport. Maybe we’ll find some along the way.”

All of the companions agreed. They could find plenty of food along the way, so Matt only packed his camping gear. This included the toolbox, incase of emergencies.

End of chapter 1.