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Digimon Adventure/02/tri. x Kagerou Project ~ “Kusanagi” Attention / Parody A.M.V. {Adventure & 02; & miniscule, not-majorly spoilery bits from tri. [Kokuhaku/Movie #3; pre-Digital World] & Kizuna [02 Kids intros]} Featuring character[s] Miyako Inoue [Miyako ‘Yolei’ Inoue in US] + Mimi Tachikawa & Various Duos/Ships Implied (See under ‘read more’!) Main Ship Implication: Ken x Daisuke x Hikari x Miyako (light Kenyako side focus) as Polyamorous and/or in Open Relationships at Varying Times of Timeline{s} Side Ship: Koushiro x Taichi (Background Implied as {Eventual} ‘Canon’ to Verse)

REPEATVERSE/EXTENDED STORY INTRODUCTION: HERE {Ficverse version can be found via Links there, or also here for direct link on AO3!} {Please note any and all warnings for ficverse version! A.M.Vs-verse version is overall Safe for Work in comparison, however please be sure to read all information on A.M.Vs posts too!} (*Note: Extended summary contains some spoilers for the fic-verse) [However, it also explains more of worldbuilding involved & plot setup!] (*It’s ok to start on/only watch this current edit!) [*You may understand the story/implied timeline of things better if you begin from my “Kagerou Daze” A.M.V, though it’s also not required!

“A song where all eyes are on you.” - Jin’s original song tagline / Short Summary

(For long summary + Lyrics + Original commentary, See under the ‘read more’!)

(Also featuring) Duos/ships: ~ Ken x Miyako [Kenyako] (implied/as canon compliant) ~ Mimi <-> Miyako [Mimiyako] (as mutual crushes) ~ Sora x Mimi [So{ra}Mi{mi}] (implied/as side ship or in polyships) [brief] ~ Miyako x Hikari [Miyakari] (implied/as mutual side ship and/or crushes) ~ Taichi x Koushiro [Taishiro(u)] (as side-ship)/part of a wider storyline {the Kokuhaku/tri. bit is specifically Taishiro from a near-end scene} can also be read as: ~ Polyships / Polyamorous!Miyako; &/or Polyamorous!Mimi ~ any combo of the above (or below) ships as Polyships: ~ I also ship Dai/Kensuke (Ken/Daisuke) among various other 02 ships/Adventures ships & polyships. {feel free to include them too!} {DaiKenyako; DaiKenMiyakari; TaiKouMi; JouMi; etc.} - However this video is focused specifically on Miyako, & side Mimi;

+ BI / PAN ATTRACTION / MULTIPLE Gender[s] Implied Attraction {M-spec} / {+semi}Canonical{-compliant} Interactions

- I specifically headcanon MIYAKO as BI & M-spec. {reminder: my headcanons/ships vary & I am flexible with them} [thus here ‘M-spec’ can include as W.L.W, N.B.L.W, etc.]

- I headcanon Mimi as pretty much anything M-spec & W.L.W and/or N.B.L.W {but I have a fondness/soft spot for Bi!Mimi or Mimi using both Bi & Pan labels.} [specifically I really really love Genderfluid!Mimi or Gender nonconforming!Mimi possibilities in general] {again, reminder: my headcanons/ships vary & I am flexible with them}

[I am also wholeheartedly open to seeing others’ interpretations! However, please respect MY OWN HEADCANONS as well. PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL WHEN/IF INTERACTING WITH THIS POST, MY BLOG & MY CONTENTS/FANWORKS. Thank you!!] {Note: failure to acknowledge rules may result in block. DON’T DO IT PLEASE. Thank you} [basically: respect my headcanons & I’ll respect yours]

{Summary} Miyako Inoue gets very, very lost while visiting the city of Kyoto, known for its historical significance. Along the way, she seems to encounter some mysterious “DISTORTIONS” [“Yugami” = “Distortion” - maybe necessary info for Adventures lores!] ...and perhaps those shadowy dark “creatures” who ONLY SHE can see, known as DIGIMON. ...Wait, huh? Doesn’t she have a Digimon, too?

A.K.A, Miyako Inoue just might be stuck in a TIME-LOOPING scenario {and a world of AUs of AUs ranging from canon compliancy to otherwise.}

[And meanwhile, “MIMI” is?...] ...and what about that “Ken Ichijouji”?

{“PAH, HE’S NOTHING.” - Miyako while timeloops-stuck, probably}

KUSANAGI = Shurimon’s Special Move, according to the TCG / Trading Card game lore, is throwing the big shuriken on its back at the opponent from high in the air (Kusanagi). ("Kusanagi" and "Momiji Oroshi" are also the names of its shuriken.)

(Lyrics + Translation under the ‘read more’!)

- LYRICS/TRANSLATION -

{Verse 1} Whoa, where should I go? I probably shouldn’t just wear street clothes... Ah, I’m blowing everything off this afternoon.... Whoa, if I wear really high heels it’ll be hard to walk, so I’ll dress kinda casual and wear a “hood[ie]” so I don’t get found out {Verse 2} From the shopping district I slip into the back streets Ah, somehow this walk is kind of thrilling But a sudden wind blows my “hood” off and all at once the crowd’s “eyes” are on ME “… Oh great, of course, now it’s just my typical weekend” {CHORUS 1} This is miserable, I want to quit — even though I say “Thank you all for your support!” Honestly it makes me blue, it bothers me that I stand out so much This is miserable, I want to run away — To think I got my hopes up. “Don’t look at me!!” … I want to say, but I’ll keep those words in my pocket {Verse 3} Whoa, for some reason I’ve always drawn people’s gazes Somehow, though, I’ve started to get used to that Whoa, I’ve heard something about it, but I can’t quite remember… “Ugh, jeez, I hate being like this!” But I can’t say that either. {Verse 4} The whole street is going into a panic, ... ... I wanna quit being an “idol”, already ... “Never thought it would turn out like this…” Back then, just a stupid, innocent thought Was all it took to get me acting out dreams in the stage lights… {CHORUS 2} This is miserable, I can’t say it — Even though the crowd is cheering “Is this really so great…?” I’m tired of it, I don’t get it This is miserable, I want to disappear, but I can’t say anything “Oh crap, now I’m crying” — with those words, my pocket was filled up {Verse 5} This won’t do. They’re all cheering for me, right? I’ve already FOUND the scene I dreamed of If it’s “miserable,” then I want to “CHANGE” things — I’M NOT ALONE Now then, without trying to sound COOL... {FINAL CHORUS} Ah, I think I can do it! My heart is close to overflowing, About to burst — So am I stealing your hearts? Am I stealing your hearts? This “DREAM” is packed full of everything I want to tell you So let’s keep our eyes on it and skip forward into tomorrow!!

(NOTES/TRIVIA: It’s Kizuna’s 1st-year anniversary, {Feb 21st!} and Adventure has another airdate anniversary coming up March 7th! Coincidentally, the originating series this song came from also had it’s 10-years anniversary handful of days ago on February 17th!) {this particular songs’ original video debuted May 27, 2012!} the original video for comparisons purposes is below; please be warned, it’s a time loops series for a reason but the originating video below is probably safest in the series!} & can be watched as a standalone!

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Dipping Out || Remmy and Winston

It had been a stressful week. That animal had attacked Winston’s on their way home from a party. They weren’t sure what the hell had happened that night. They’d obviously drunk too much. Stray rabid dogs didn’t breathe fire and there was no way that a blast of light could ever erupt from their hands. That was something that might happen in their D&D groups but this was the real world and in the real world there were scientific explanations that were rationally and logically sound. On top of that Winston was behind on school work, they’d spent way too much time working on internship work and they had been forced to stay late. Rubbing their eyes, they slid their laptop shut and placed it in its sleeve. After packing up the rest of their stuff and shouldering their backpack, Winston headed out of the library. Nodding to a few other fellow late night academics. They stepped out of the university building and blinked in the darkness. Campus looked surreal veiled in the shadow of the evening and Winston couldn’t help but pat their jacket instinctively for their car keys, before releasing discouraged that they weren’t there. That was when they remembered leaving them on the desk they’d been working at in the library. But to get back into the library they needed their key card which was on their car keys. Fuck. Sighing to themselves, Winston headed in the direction of the campus security desk, hoping someone would be working this late. Otherwise it would be a long walk home. Fortunately they spotted someone who looked like they might be a security guard and headed over. “Hey, excuse me … uh I was hoping you could help me?”

Nighttime was quiet. That was why Remmy liked nighttime. And you could see the stars at night. Another good reason to like the night. Remmy liked looking up at the stars at night, it was relaxing. But tonight, they were working. Moose trotted right by their side, just like he’d been trained, and Remmy walked in a stiff, straight line, just like they’d been trained. Being campus security, though, was boring. And Remmy didn’t get bored that often. But this school? This town? Remmy was bored. All the damn time. They barely even slept, up at all hours. Tiredness seemed to be a thing of the past. It was probably the new pills they were taking, but damn, did Remmy need a hobby. They almost wished they could work full time, but the state would take away their disability benefits if they did, and that 3,000 dollar check every other week was nice. Still...they almost wished something would happen. At least then they wouldn’t be so distracted by the stars. And as if on cue, someone was approaching them. A young looking fellow. They looked a bit mousy, almost nervous, and Remmy stopped walking as they approached and Moose sat next to them. “Oh, yeah, sure,” they said, “what uh-- whadda you need?”

The still night air was cold against Winston’s skin, a puff of frosty breath plumed in front of their eyes as they glanced at the security guard gratefully smiling in greeting as they spoke. “Uh …” they swallowed somewhat embarrassed by their absent mindedness, “I left my keys in the library and I can’t get back in without my key card which is on my key chain with the rest of my keys so I’m kind of stuck…” they laughed awkwardly and shrugged, “can you let me bac…” they trailed off as there was a clatter and a bin rolled over in the background. The sound of metal and plastic on concrete shattering the silence that had been the backdrop to their conversation. “Uh, what was that?” Winston asked as they felt their heart race. Why was their previously mundane life beginning to get so weird all of a sudden?

“Oh, yeah, I can--” Remmy started, but was interrupted, too, by the clanging sound. Maybe there was some merit to those rumors, after all, that something was prowling the campus at night. Remmy narrowed their eyes, stepping forward a little. Moose stood as well, and his ears pressed back as his body sunk low. Uh oh, that wasn’t a good sign. “Get behind me,” they said to the kid, stepping between them and where they thought the sound had come from. It was hard to tell sometimes, even with the hearing aid. But Moose was never wrong, and Remmy oriented themselves to face the same direction as him as a low growl came from his throat. Remmy squinted, as if that would help them see into the darkness. What greeted them was a pair of glowing red eyes, and that was it. This was usually the point fear would set in, but Remmy’s heart didn’t even hiccup. Slowly, they reached down for their temp badge, even slower held it out to kid. “When I say run,” they said quietly, “run.”

Winston was pleased to know that if they managed to survive the catastrophe that this night was apparently beginning to turn into, they would be able to get their keys. But they should probably be worried about other things. Their first clue was the dog. Winston wasn’t completely oblivious, they could tell something had caused it to tense up. Was it the thing from the other night? They had hoped that whatever it was had been scared away by whatever bizarre act of god had saved them that night. “You don’t need to tell me twice,” Winston said quickly putting the dog and the security guard between the noise. When the red eyes came into view, Winston felt their heart drop and their pulse race. This really wasn’t what they had planned for the evening. They had so much work left to do and instead they were taking a temp badge from a security guard who’s name they didn’t even know. “You’ve got to come with me.” They whispered insistently. This was terrifying but they didn’t know what the hell that was, if one of them stayed behind they could get hurt or worse.

Remmy stayed quiet, even as the kid whispered something to them. Moose’s entire body was stiff and alert. Remmy let go of the leader leash. The thing in the shadow, the eyes piercing through Remmy, started moving towards them. Remmy took a slow step back, ushering Moose to as well, pushing the student back. This was what their job was, protecting others. It always had been. Sure, they might just be a simple rent-a-cop right now, but that didn’t change who they were. If Remmy had been faster, or better, or smarter, then they’d still have a left eye. And be in Afghanistan. And have friends, and a squad. If Remmy hadn’t gotten hurt, none of them would have died. Remmy blinked, something hot and wet on their hand. It was Moose, biting them softly, pulling Remmy from the memory. The eyes were still staring at them, and if by instinct, Remmy knew it was about to pounce. “Run,” they breathed, stepping back again. Snapped loudly, drawing Moose’s attention away. “Run!” they shouted again, more firmly, turning to look back at the student. “Now!”

A thin bead of ice cold sweat trickled from the nape of Winston’s neck down their spine. They found themselves shivering gently as the eyes began to bob forwards through the night. Winston was sure that there was nothing natural that had eyes of that colour. Their heart raced as they were pushed backwards by the security guard. Taking a stumbling step, they moved away. Whoever this security guard was they seemed to at least have an idea of what they were meant to do, or they were really convincing at faking it. At least this made Winston feel slightly less worried about what might be about to happen to them. As the eyes crept through the shadows, Winston felt their body’s natural instincts take over and before Remmy had said run the first time they would’ve probably heard footsteps as Winston hurtled away. The second command to escape only reinforced their fear, but they paused to turn back as they reached a corner, desperate to make sure that they hadn’t abandoned their saviour.  “You need to be running too!” they cried desperately.

Remmy didn’t need to be told twice. Once pull on Moose’s lead, and he was running in the direction of the building as well, Remmy hot on his heels. They gave the student a bit of leeway, making sure they were in front of them, always keeping themself between the kid and the pair of glowing eyes. Remmy was hesitant to call it a monster-- it was probably just a large, feral dog. It was definitely too big to be a coyote, but that was what all the locals said it must be. Shouldn’t animal control be out here, and not just extra security? Before Remmy knew it, there was something barreling by them. They stumbled, fell into the grass, but rolled and easily got back up. What greeted their eyes was a dog, with mangy fur and large teeth, getting ready to pounce on the kid. Not again. They couldn’t be responsible for someone else’s death again. Remmy grabbed whatever they could nearby-- a rock-- and hucked it as hard as they could at the thing. “Hey!” they shouted, “Over here!”

Winston hadn’t exactly ever excelled at sports. They had definitely been the type of kid that sat behind a screen with a keyboard and a mouse. Headphones keeping them in their own digital world. But now they were really regretting not making more of an effort with their fitness. Ricky was always trying to get them to work out with them, but they might not make it that long at this rate. Panting as they sprinted, they were pleased to see the security guard follow them, and then they were not pleased to see a huge dog with slobber dangling from its jowls shoot by and knock them down. Winston was nearly at the library, they were nearly at the pad for the temp badge and they would nearly have been at safety. But then they felt something collide with their backpack and they hit the floor hard. The dog snapping behind them as they rolled on the concrete beneath them. Then a rock came sailing through the air and hit the dog square in the ear. A very good shot if Winston did say so themselves. As they panted for air, they watched the dog circle around and face the security guard. Hackles raised, tensed and ready. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Winston said as they pulled their bag off of their back and started rifling through it. 

Good, Remmy had its attention. Wait...Remmy had its attention. The snarling dog snapped at them and Remmy felt their body stiffen, screeching to a halt in their dash towards the kid. Moose was low to the ground, a fair distance away from them. He started running towards them but Remmy snapped at him, putting up their hand. His signal for stay. And Moose stayed. Just like he was trained. Remmy grappled for the baton they’d given them as their only defense (they weren’t licensed to carry a firearm, after all) and held it up, tapping it on the ground. “C’mon bud,” they said quietly, “C’mon...come get the stick.” Held it out, watching the drooling beast follow the stick with its eyes. But it didn’t seem interested, and after a moment, turned back to the kid. As if it could smell their fear, their worry. Their beating heart. “Shit!” Remmy sprinted forward again, Moose whined but stayed put. The baton came down on top of the dog just as it was snapping at the kid. “GO!” Remmy said as they struggled with thrashing teeth, biting hard on the metal baton, nearly crushing it. “What’re you waiting for!?”

Winston was a smart kid. They had always known that they weren’t dumb and both of their parents had repeatedly insisted that their resourcefulness and intelligence would be the thing that got them out of jams. So Winston, being a naive and innocent fool had decided that now was the moment to try and assemble a makeshift weapon. It wasn’t difficult. They had a can of deodorant at the bottom of their bag, they also had a lighter in their back pocket for whenever they snuck the occasional cigarette. Remmy had distracted the thing for long enough for them to get this all together. Of that they were certain. Except they were wrong, and they had their arm deep in their rucksack when the feral creature came after them once more. “I’m trying to help!” Winston screeched as they leapt into the air and scrambled away. Pulling the deodorant out of their bag they dropped their rucksack and prayed that their laptop wasn’t broken after the collision with the concrete. Now all they had to do was use the lighter and maybe they could scare this thing away. Wolves always hated fire in the movies right? They’d read somewhere that dogs were closely related to wolves, this plan had to be full proof!

“Just...get...away!” Remmy said as they struggled against the grip of the dog. Damn, it was strong. Moose was off somewhere barking now. He was getting closer and Remmy whipped their head around. “Moose! No! STAY! STAY!” There was no way in Hell they were letting this feral dog get near Moose. Or this kid. It was their chance to prove that they weren’t a problem. That they could help people. That it wasn’t their fault. Moose had stopped in his tracks, bouncing back and forth on his toes, anxious about the situation. Torn between obeying his commands and helping his clearly in distress owner. But Remmy’s attention was brought back to the rabid dog when it finally snapped straight through their baton, landing on top of Remmy with a loud THUMP! This would have been the part where Remmy’s breath left their chest, but they felt just fine. It didn’t even hurt. But red eyes bore down on them, snarled teeth reaching for their neck. Remmy pulled their legs to their chest, then launched them forward-- a tactic they’d learned from self-defense training-- kicking the creature off. It yelped, landed a few feet away, and Remmy scrambled back up, standing between the kid and the dog again. Moose was howling and barking, but staying in place. “If you’re gonna do something, do it fast,” they said, looking back at the kid.

Whoever this security guard was, they were a bad ass. Winston was really impressed. Somehow they managed to stop the creature with their baton and wrestle with it long enough for Winston to grab the lighter in their right hand and the deodorant in their left. Positioning it they heard the baton snap with a crunch and winced as they were sure the security guard would have their throat ripped out or something equally gruesome. But moments later and they were kicking the rabid dog off of them and looking at Winston expectantly. Winston could see their lips moving but they weren’t hearing whatever it was that they were saying. They knew that it was now or never, and so their thumb struck the flint and sprayed the can. Except the flame didn’t take. Sparking again, they hit the same thing. The creature had risen and was on it’s feet once more. Swallowing, Winston tried a third time and was finally vindicated as a flame erupted forward. The entire quad lit up as the fire danced forwards and Winston turned it to face the creature. They didn’t want to actually burn it, but they also didn’t want themselves or someone else to get hurt by this. “I don’t know how long this will work!” they exclaimed, already feeling the metal edge of the top of the lighter grow hot. 

Click. Nothing. Click. Still nothing. Remmy was beginning to worry. And then, warmth. It flared up next to them, and the rabid dog howled, backing away quickly. As it did, Remmy finally signaled to Moose, giving a click of their fingers. He leapt forward and sprinted to their side, and Remmy snapped again, pointing for the building. “Doesn’t matter, we gotta go now while its distracted!” they said, grabbing the kid by the hand and yanking them away, dashing for the doors. Moose was ahead of them, leaping up the stairs. Remmy chanced a glance back, but the dog was still distracted, scraping off seared fringe from its nose. Reeling from the smell of burnt hair. “Almost there!” they shouted, pushing the kid in front of them. “Get the badge!”

Honestly, Winston was more adrenaline then human at this point. Breath catching in their throat as the security guard grabbed their hand, Winston bolted after them. “I won’t argue,” they replied honestly still somewhat taken aback by the entire situation, “I just can’t believe that actually worked.” They weren’t sure what they were expecting. Not for this to actually work out. The deodorant can exploding in the palm of their hand seemed to be a more likely outcome then that. As Remmy dragged them along and pushed them in front, they fumbled with the temp badge that they had slid into their back pocket. Their fingers felt like they were made of lead as they ripped it out of their pocket and slapped it against the side of the pad, hearing an electric beep and click as the door popped open. Wrenching it free, they held it open and stepped inside. “C’mon, c’mon, get in here and we can call animal control to deal with whatever the fuck that is.”

As soon as they were inside, Remmy shoved the kid back and locked the doors. They called for Moose, backing away, but when they went to look through the glass of the doors, the rabid dog had seemed to have disappeared, as if it were a shadow itself. Remmy felt a chill rise on their arms. “Get in the office,” they said, without even waiting for a response from the student. Something wasn’t quite right here. Moose was still stiff at their side, a low growl in his throat. And then they heard it. They didn’t even see it at first, but the loud !CRACK! As the dog threw itself against the glass of the door. “Fuck,” they cursed. “Get in the office!” they shouted, turning around. “GO!” Another loud boom as the dog threw itself again and again against the door, the metal groaning, the glass cracking.

This was a horror movie. Winston was convinced that they were in a horror movie. In the last week they had seen things that they were convinced were not real, from a gollum-esque creature to a dog that could breathe fire. Now they were being attacked by something that was apparently a dog, but had eyes as red as Satan’s skin and less patience then a child on Christmas morning. Wincing as they heard the glass crack underneath the force of the creature, Winston didn’t even have time to wipe the sweat from their brow as they winced at the noise. “Come with me then!” they exclaimed as they headed towards the office, throwing the door open and beginning to move furniture that they could use to barricade their way in. “We should call someone, maybe the police could help us?” Winston wasn’t sure if that was what they wanted, what if their dad was the one to turn up? What if they had to see them or someone else they knew get hurt?

Another loud boom shook the entryway and Remmy’s eyes unfocused for a minute. When they looked back up, Lieutenant Lancer and Private Mullberry were in front of them. “Stay back against the wall!” Lancer shouted. “Get Mullberry!” Remmy reached out to grab him-- their hand gripped Winston tightly, like a vice. They leapt up and yanked him into the office, slamming the door shut. “What now, Captain?” Remmy said out loud, pressed against the door. “We’re surrounded, wh-what do we do?” Remmy was shaking. When they glanced out the window, Taliban soldiers raced by the window and Remmy ducked quickly, pressing their back against the door, their hand across Mullberry’s chest, holding him back as well. Lancer was ducked under another window, and the others were checking the back room for a way out. “We have to lay low,” Remmy hissed, “we just have to wait out.” Their eyes glued to Winston, but they weren’t looking at them. They were seeing through Winston, to Dario. Seeing his face, his fear. One half of their vision darkened. Remmy could feel the bandage on their face again. They scratched at it, leaving a red mark down their cheek. “We just have to wait it out, right?”

Apparently there was more to this security guard then met the eye, Winston couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort alongside the pervasive terror from this situation. Maybe this security guard was going through more then Winston had initially thought and suddenly they couldn’t help but worry that they had to take charge. Whoever they were, this person had saved their life three times already and they felt compelled to help them here. “Stay calm,” Winston said trying their best to put on a confident facade and play along, “we can barricade ourselves in and call for help.” They stayed pressed against the wall. They could hear another crack, then another and the glass from the door that they had closed behind them hoping that it would keep them safe shattered and the large red eyed beast came crunching through. Glass sprayed everywhere and Winston felt their breath catch in their throat. Their phone was in their rucksack, which they had been forced to abandon on the quad after improvising a flamethrower. “Lay low,” Winston thought out loud, although from Remmy’s expression they wondered if they even realised they were there, “we can wait it out, someone will find us, we should barricade the doors though…” someone must’ve set off an alarm. Or something. They had to keep them safe and staying here was the best way to do that.

“We can wait it out,” Dario said. But that wasn’t right. He hadn’t said anything. He’d just looked at Remmy with wide, terrified eyes. Moose was whining and growling, nudging his way into Remmy’s lap. He started with a low grumble, the beginning of a bark. The rabid dog outside the door was sniffing around. Remmy chanced a look. The soldiers were gone for now. But they weren’t safe yet. If Remmy’s heart had been working, it would have surely burst from their chest. Their eyes landed back on the kid. Their face was flickering between a student with big, round glasses and Dario, covered in dirt and blood and sweat. Remmy pressed their palm to their one good eye. “Just…” they started, grappling in their pocket. Something was in their lap. Something soft. Moose whined again and Remmy took their hand away from their eye. “Moose….” Blinked again and the room fell back into place. They looked over at the kid with hazy eyes. “I--” but cut themself short when a loud growl came from behind the door. Moose stiffened to growl back but Remmy held up a hand and he instantly quieted. They glanced sideways at the kid, put a finger up to their mouth, swallowed. A minute passed, another. It sniffed the crack under the door, made a disgusted grunt, and then backed away and headed down the corridor. Remmy let out a long breath. “Call the police,” they mouthed, handing the kid their phone, before crouching up to look out the window again. “It’s clear for now but we should stay in here,” the whispered.

Winston had never wished for a gun more then they did in that very moment. That in itself was a pretty strange emotion for Winston because they were vehemently opposed to guns. But at least they would have something to defend themselves from the most pissed off dog they’d ever encountered. The good news was that their new companion appeared to have snapped out of whatever had been going on for them. They were now semi cogent or at least appeared to be. It was nice that the pressure wasn’t all exclusively on Winston now. Though they were pleased that there was someone else who could help with decisions again. But they knew that they had to get out of here. When Remmy told them to call the police, Winston took their phone from their hands and dialed 911. The phone rang once before the emergency responder picked up. “Hey Wendy,” Winston said quietly, after all of course they knew Wendy, she immediately asked what they needed, “Police and I guess Animal Control to the university, I’m uh… stuck and there’s a rabid dog that appears intent on eating us if it can so if you could be quick.” They handed Remmy their phone back and pressed themselves against the wall, hoping that the dog wouldn’t come back. “Hey, I know you’re the security guard here, but are you okay?” they were concerned about their new friend, “You seemed kind of out of it then…”

The office still seemed to be jumping in  and out of Remmy’s vision, but their hand scrunched in Moose’s fur helped ground them in reality enough for them to focus on what the kid was saying. Good, police were on the way. All they had to do now was wait. Just...wait….Remmy screwed their eyes shut again, pushing the thought away. Moose whined again and they opened their eyes, giving him a quiet shush to let him know they were here. They were grounded. Remmy glanced sideways at the young student. “It’s...sorry...it just happens sometimes...I’m fine.” They glanced again back out the window. “I’m uh...I’m Remmy by the way,” they said, “and this is Moose.” Remmy gave Moose a good pat before giving another surveillance look out the window they were plastered under. 

Honestly, as Winston cowered there, nursing their injured pride, they couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. White Crest had always been a town of eccentrics but this was downright weird. Like something out of a tv show. What next? Swallowing, they looked at Remmy and were about to offer them some water before remembering that their bottle of water was in their rucksack which was still in the quad. “I’m Winston, uh, thanks, that was really cool of you. I don’t know if everyone would’ve taken their job so seriously but I really appreciate it.” They would’ve probably died without their intervention. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know because God knows I really owe you one.” No one had ever risked their life for Winston before.

Remmy was quiet for a bit, letting themself calm down, letting Moose’s presence and the sound of the kid’s voice calm them down. They let out another long breath. “Winston,” they said, “that’s a name you don’t hear every day.” Another check. Still clear. Remmy, somehow, could hear sirens in the distance. That sure was a fast response time. “What? Oh, uh-- it was nothing. Just...instinct, I guess. I was hired to protect people, so…” a shrug, “I just did what anybody else would do.”

Winston didn’t usually relish silence, but their breath was still ragged, their heart was pounding and they could feel the sweat pouring down their back. All in all, a few moments to themselves helped to compose themselves somewhat. Adjusting their glasses, they turned to Remmy and shrugged. “Named after my great grandfather,” they shrugged for a second and smiled, “I like it though. Feels unique.” They picked nervously at their jacket, repeatedly buttoning and unbuttoning a button on their sleeve. When they heard the sirens, they let a breath of relief escape and shook their head. “Either way, you still did it. So, thanks.” Winston wasn’t sure they’d have the courage to do the same.

Remmy let out a long sigh. It seemed like the danger had finally passed. Moose was still quite on edge, but he wasn’t whining and growling anymore, which meant the other dog was most likely gone. Remmy stood, put a hand up to Winston. “Stay here,” they said quietly, opening the door as silently as possible, looking around. After a minute, they sighed and opened the door completely. “We’re good.” They could hear cops running up the sidewalk, too. “Oh, uh-- I’m Remmy. And yeah, you’re right. I’m glad I was here to help you.” Like, really glad, but Remmy didn’t need to let them know that. 

Looking curiously at Remmy, Winston had to admit that they hadn’t expected that to be their name. They weren’t sure what they had been thinking the name would be, but now that they’d heard their name they had to admit that it seemed to suit them. The cops ran into the university, stepping through the glass that the dog had been able to shatter before checking in on Winston and Remmy, as they began to ask them a plethora of questions, Winston couldn’t help but thank their lucky stars. “If you need anything let me know,” they said before heading towards the police car to be checked over more closely. 

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#SamLives - Pt5

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[This story has been edited and reposted on the official #SamLives Tumblr. The new post of Chapter 5 can be found here.]

(There is almost no difference between this version and the new version of Chapter 5, aside from the removal of minor mentions of Signe and the change of a small but crucial detail. Robin hasn’t been editing Anti out of the videos; Jack has.)

‘Hi Jack! I wanted to know if you’ll have Sam in another video? He’s so cute!’

‘Hey there Jack, i’ve been watching your channel for a while and I wanted to say thank you for always making me smile. And by the way are you okay? You look really tired. Is Anti trying to take over again? xD’

‘Jack! Bro! Hi-five! *Wha-psh!* You’re so funny!!! I love your videos and I really like all the stuff you do with the egos. Is Schneep coming back? What about Chase? Does Sam count as an ego? I wanna see him again. He’s definitely real right?’

‘Is Sam real??? :0′

‘Holy shit #SamLives omfg’

‘You okay jack? You look really tired in your videos. Don’t forget to take care of yourself! You take care of us all the time, Maybe it’s our turn to take care of you! Get some rest and don’t worry about missing an upload. We’ll understand! <3’

‘Dude are you dropping hints again? Is Anti gonna show up again? I’m so scared! x3′

Jack was sitting hunched over in his desk chair, scrolling through his asks on Tumblr with a slightly strained look on his face. It was becoming harder and harder to find ones he could answer without either lying or giving away hints about his future plans for the egos. With how stressed he was, a part of him was glad that Signe was away for the week so she wouldn't have to see him like this...but there was still a part of him that wished she was here to help him relax. He groaned and let his phone fall to the carpet, his head dropping to his desk with a quiet ‘thunk’. He really didn’t feel up to recording today.

It had been three days since his call with Mark and the other Youtuber had been evasive any time Jack tried to question him about what he’d been talking about. And since that call, Jack’s paranoia had only gotten worse. Four more recordings had shown hints of Anti in the background, and it made him scared to try and record another one when that glitch could be watching him, creeping up on him while he was fully immersed in a game and, with Signe gone, now basically alone in his home. Robin had been editing around the glitches, had tried to cut out the parts where Anti had shown up. Jack didn’t want to be leaving clues where they didn’t exist, especially since he already had plans for the upcoming month. Anti showing up prematurely would ruin things. 

...then there was the fact that oh my god Anti is real what the hell is going on. Because now, Jack was sure it wasn’t just him and Robin that had seen Anti. It wasn’t just his own caffeine-driven delirium or Robin playing a prank. No, the entire community was talking about it...which meant it really did happen. Anti really was showing up. Which made this entire situation that much more terrifying. Not only was he scared that people knew Sam was real...he was getting scared because everybody else thought Anti wasn’t.

The buzz of his phone between his feet made him jump, heart pounding, and it took him a moment to catch his breath. Jesus...he panted softly, clutching at his chest, closing his eyes for a moment. It was nothing. Just his phone. Just...a text, or something. He picked it up, read Robin’s message, and groaned.

Robin: Having issues with the second upload today. Might have to stream instead. Is that okay?

Jack pressed his phone to his forehead, eyes squeezed shut, thinking. If he started a stream, and something happened live, he wouldn’t be able to cut it out. He wouldn’t be able to hide it. If he was streaming, people would see his exhaustion seeping through between his cheerful humor and energy.

Maybe he could wear makeup?

...not the worst plan

But that still left Anti...

With a huff, Jack sat back in his chair and typed back a reluctant message.

Jack: Yeah...yeah, I can stream. Jack: Keep an emergency contact on speed-dial just in case. Robin: I doubt anything bad will happen lol...but sure, whatever you say.

Jack let his eyes close again and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Another message.

Robin: So should the emergency contact be Felix, or Mark, or should I just start screaming “HEY MA” if something goes wrong?

Jack threw his phone across the room.

"NO! SCREW YOU KALE-POP-08!”

An hour into the stream, and those who were watching were all laughing as he died, yet again, in Fortnite. Not that he was really mad at all. He chuckled along with the rest of them, groaning at his defeat, flopping over in his chair.

“Jackieboy Man, beaten again! How could this happen to me?” He took a deep breath, singing at the top of his lungs: “How could this happen to meeee? I’ve made my mistaaaakes–”

The chat responded by spamming the lyrics, to which Jack let out a chuckle.

“Ah well...guess I’m still kinda mediocre. But hey! I finished fourth! Not bad at all.”

Jack grinned and opened his mouth to start using his “Announcer Voice™” to commentate on Kale-Pop-08′s game, when the chat suddenly switched gears. Everybody began spamming basically the same thing in all caps.

TURN AROUND! 0.0

LOOK BEHIND YOU!!

BEHIND YOU!  D:

JACK, BEHIND YOU!!!

All the color drained from Jack’s face and he spun in his seat, head whipping over his shoulder - and he let out a strangled sound, his eyes flying wide. There, in the corner, was a dark shadow. A distortion in the air. A glitch. And Jack knew full well what it was. Anti. In the real world. Right behind him. This was the first time he had actually managed to spot the digital demon outside of replays of his own recordings...and he didn’t have a fucking clue how to handle it.

“No!” he shouted, running on autopilot, his chair falling out from beneath him and his headphones tumbling from his head. He scrambled to his feet, backing up against the desk, as far back from Anti as he could possibly get. “N-No! Stay back! Don’t...d-don’t touch me! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

His tone was turning desperate and scared and the stream was all but forgotten, panic blinding him in the moment. The darkness warped, morphed, a pair of brilliant green eyes staring at him from the shadows. A glitching, distorted, high-pitched version of his own laugh echoed back at him and he shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

“B-Back off, Anti!” he snapped, his bravado fading fast. Then before he knew what was happening there was a hand gripping the front of his shirt and pitch-black eyes boring into his own.

“E͙ṅjͩo͆y̑iͭnͨg͛ o̠u᷈r͌ l᷉i᷅t̋tͣl̈e̘ g͡a̓m᷊e͘,̓ a᷄r̫é y̲o̒ū̦̩?͕”

The voice sounded so like his own, but at the same time - so different. Darker. Distorted. Broken. He barely had time to register what was happening before he found himself being yanked backward away from the desk, tumbling across the floor with a cry of shock. Jack dragged himself to his feet, trying to get out, get away - then his back was slammed against the wall and there was a hand at his throat.

“I͆'̾m̦ a᷉ ḷĭṫtͤl͙e̡ dͨi̇s̢a͞p̣pͪo̺ịn̤tͪe͐d͗ t͓h̓o͡u̪gh,” Anti sneered, grinning wickedly. “Tͩh̎ọu̢g̤h̤t͊ y͋o̮u͠'̭d͖ a̓t̛ l̇e̬aͧs̽tͤ lͣeͪt̏ t̫h̓e̎ w᷇o͊r̮l͏d̊ s̪e᷀e̐ m͜e͍.͗.̬.̏b̓u̗tͪ n͌o̩,͑ y̢o͒u᷇ h̔idͥ m̻e᷇ ăw͋a᷆y̠ l̕ḭk͡e ä́ di̓rͤty l͇ỉtͭt̰l̃e͙ s̜ȅcͪr᷉e᷈t̀.”

Jack clawed at the hand around his throat, but he couldn’t get a grip on it. It wasn’t fully solid. Trying to grab Anti’s hand was like trying to dig through a bin of tiny, static-charged Lego’s.

“H̾o͐w̎ m̿a̴n̒y̾ v̢i͂dͧe͖o̤s͖ dͪi̪d̐ Iͤ s͌h̖o͗w͠ ṳp͎ i͛n̉?̄ H̽oͨwͯ ma̾n̬y o͠f͎ t᷀h͘e̥m̶ d͙i̟ḑ y̩o᷈ủ c̬u͈t͎ m͋e͝ oͤu̼tͨ oͯf̗?͛”

Anti shook him roughly, clutching at Jack’s neck so tightly he found himself gasping, choking, trying to catch his breath. Anti turned away from Jack slightly, eyes landing on the computer across the room, the stream that was still going on...and he grinned, a wicked, sharp, dangerous grin.

“W̧e͒lͅl̔ y̡oͫư c̦aͫn̟'̯t͏ ću̸t̞ m͝eͫ o͎u̿t͙ o̩f̄ tͭh̭i͙s̓ o̡n̻e. Ťh̍ȇŷ c̯a̸n̄ s̐e͓e̒ mͣe̽ nͮoͯw̔,᷉ c̱a̬nͣ'͍t̙ t͂h͆eͦỷ?̪ B̜u̕t̙ i̱ť l̴ōôk̦s᷅ l͂i̐ke͍ t͌ḧ́e͕y͡ m̳i᷈g̬h̹t̓ hͤa͂v̖e̕ bͤȇe᷄n᷉ t̤ỏo̽ lͫa̘t̵e᷆.̍” He tilted his head to the side, his image glitching and delayed, the action looking far from human...and the laugh that left him was even less so. “Yͧo̿uͯ'ͣr̕e᷀ p̵a͔yͣi̜n̪g̓ a̤t̲t͞e̽n̼t͆ĩo̢n̬ nͫO͐w̋ A̕řE͘n̓'̈́T̛ y̎O᷉Ǘ?̟!͌?͌”

Jack was struggling, fighting, trying to get air, little spots appearing in his vision–

‘Leave him alone!’

A small but brave voice came to life in Jack’s head...and apparently, Anti heard him too, because the glitch flinched and took a step back. Not enough to let go of Jack, but enough to let him have some air. Anti’s grin faded and he looked...oddly tense, as far as Jack could tell from his spinning vision. He coughed, tried to warn Sam, tried to get him to leave.

“S̮t͈a̙y o͈u̪t͗ o͛f͎ t͇h͠i᷉s͆,ͨ S̥a̼m͝.ͦ”

‘No! You stay out of it! L-Leave Jack alone! ...please?’

Jack couldn’t see Sam, didn’t know where he was, only knew he was somewhere on the ground, and the thought of him being involved in this at all...it terrified him, more than being alone in the room with Anti. He struggled harder against Anti’s hold. He had to get away, had to...had to keep Sam safe...had to protect...

“...I̛ w͞a᷉s᷄ g͋e͇t̖t̾i̗n' b̎o͡r͘e̴dͤ a̴nͩy͉w᷁a͔y͐.”

And much to Jack’s shock and relief, Anti glitched and distorted, disappearing and reappearing across the room, still in the camera’s view but out of Jack’s reach. Jack let out a hoarse, strangled gasp and crumpled to the ground, coughing, trying to breath, clutching at his throat as though he couldn’t believe he was still alive.

He really, honestly, couldn’t.

Anti let out a dramatic, glitching sigh.

“S͐'͎p̀p̭o̲s͝e̾ I̾'͔l̂lͮ h̒âvͧe̦ ṭa͎ sͥa͓v͈e͈ t̔h᷇e͇ f᷀u̯n̲ u̮n̥t̜i͏l̈́ n͢e᷆x̐t᷉ ṫỉmͥe͑,ͪ J̱a᷁c̹ǩa̱b̘o᷄yͨ~”

The glitch shot one last, giggling grin at the camera, the vanished with a flurry of distorted pixels.

‘...Jack? J-Jack, are you okay?’

Jack nodded mutely, still struggling to find his breath, to find his voice.

‘Yeah. Thanks Sam. I think you might have saved my life.’

Sam preened at the words, his worries fading away in favor of a few happy squeaks and a little cuddling against Jack’s leg. Jack smiled softly. He raised his head, eyes locking on the computer, on the desk. The stream.

Oh, fuck, the stream–

Jack scrambled to his feet, scooping Sam up as he went and tucking him in his hoodie pocket, careful to keep him out of sight of the camera. He stumbled over to the desk and dragged his chair back to where it was supposed to be, dropping into it and staring into the lens. He opened his mouth - and he couldn’t think of what to say. His entire body was still pulsing with terror, his hands shaking horribly and his eyes twitching nervously as though he was sure Anti was still hiding in the corners of the room. Jack, for once in his life, was utterly speechless.

He had almost been killed.

He had almost died.

If Sam hadn’t been there, he was certain he would have.

And suddenly it was like everything came collapsing down on him at once, the adrenaline wearing off and giving way to the shock and the fear and the overwhelming emotions that accompanied a near-death experience. He shuddered and buried his face in his hands, knowing full well he was being watching, knowing full well that thousands of people were witnessing his breakdown.

“...s-sorry,” he finally managed. The word was mangled and hoarse and came out a little wheezy. “Sorry you...s-saw...fuckin’ hell...”

It was with a shaking breath and shaking shoulders that he forced himself to look up at the screen, his eyes seeking out the livestream chat.

Holy shit did you see that?!

Guys I don’t think that was fake, look at Jack

Dude Jack are you okay?!? 

That looked real. Holy fuck how did they make it look so real????

Look at him, he looks so scared

Ohmygod Jack! Are you okay?

That was some amazing editing, holy shit I’m dying

JACK! TALK TO US! PLEASE LET US KNOW YOU’RE OKAY!

He looks absolutely terrified, I don’t think he’s faking it, I think that really happened

Guys look at the marks on his neck

OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT HOW DID HE DO THAT WHAT THE FUCK

Jack? Are you alright? Please say you’re alright, I’m so worried about you!

Jack took a breath, then another, a half-hearted, shaking smile making its way onto his features.

“I’m alright,” he assured them, knowing he sounded like hell and knowing it was half a lie. “Jus’...just a little shaken, is all. I’ll be–” He broke off with a cough, wincing. “...I’ll be f-fine. Just need ta rest fer awhile. I dunno if I’ll be able to scream for ya for a few days. Heh...”

He tried to lighten the mood with a joke, and while it seemed to calm some of the chat, knowing he could still be humorous after that, many were still worried.

“...I’m...I’m gonna end the stream here, I think. Sorry for cuttin’ it short.”

And after a quick, and much quieter, goodbye, Jack turned off his camera. He sank back into his seat, eyes closed, and dragged both shaking hands down his face. What...what the hell was he supposed to do now...? Sam made a quiet questioning noise from his pocket and his breath caught, pulse skyrocketing. Sam...Sam could’ve gotten hurt. He, Jack, could have died, and–

–and suddenly he was out of his seat, staggering from the room and finding his way to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. It took him almost three tries to do it, his other hand clutching the basin like his life depending on it. Then he was splashing water in his face. Trying not to throw up. Trying to calm himself down. Because if anything was going to prove to him that Anti was real, what had happened tonight certainly did it.

Jack didn’t even bother eating dinner or changing into pajamas. It took everything he had to make it to his bedroom, and once he was there he curled up on Signe's pillow, shaking beneath the covers, his phone flung to the other side of the room, Sam curled up against his chest. He couldn’t even trust technology anymore. Anti had only ever shown up in videos. He had only ever shown up while Jack was at his computer. And, perhaps, during that phone call with Mark where his perfectly-unbroken phone had shocked him. So despite the buzzing he could hear across the room, despite the number of times he saw the screen light up, no way in hell was he going to answer it. He wasn’t going to risk it.

Jack ignored it, and he ignored the rest of the world...and now, here, alone in the dark with Sam as his company, he finally let himself break. A strangled sob broke free from his damaged throat and he cried, actually openly cried, for the first time in a very, very long time.

[A/N] ...sorry? ^^;

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[britishchick09]

sherlock s2 ep 2 livewatch

after seeing so many sherlock posts on my dash today, i’m in the mood for some johnlock! and what better way to get that than with one of the most iconic stories? :D

fun fact before i pop the dvd in: in samantha’s first mystery, ‘the curse of ravenscourt’, she reads the original ‘hounds of baskerville’ book! :D

YAS MASTERPIECE MYSTERY YYYYAAAASSSS!!!!!! :D

also i love how my dad put ‘series II’ instead of ‘series two’ or series 2′. classy! ;)

masterpiece yaaasssss :D

aand we just jump right in with DOG REDRUM >:)

DRAMATIC INTRO YAASS!!!!!

yo lockie civil war wut?

john: “you went on the tube like that?” why did he go on the tube like that

john: “another photo of you with the-“ sherlock: *BIG SIGH*

sherlock: “nothing of importance... OH GOD!!!!!” LOCKIE IS P-I-DOUBLE S- ED YO!

sherlock: “i need some, get me some!” john: *plays john lennon’s ‘cold turkey’ at full blast* lol this didn’t happen but i wish it did :D

NO LOCKIE DON’T CALL FOR MRS. HUDSON SHE’S YOUR NOT HOUSEKEEPER NOT YOUR NOT DRUG DEALER

lockie be like ‘Y E E T !”

john: ‘you’re doing great, don’t give up now!” THE TONE IN HIS VOICE LOL :D

mrs. hudson: “yoo-hoo!” big tea blowout, yah? :D

they just played the racist ‘oriental’ tune from ep 2 ugh :/

omg DID SHERLOCK JUST MAKE MRS. HUDSON CRY??

sherlock: “I NEED A CASE!!!!” oh so it’s not drugs?

someone needs to find a bunny awww :)

sherlock: “this is brilliant call lestrade” i think this is a stuffed bunny AND THAT’S SO CUTE!!!!

samsung THAT BE THE BRAND OF MY MONITOR AND TV!! :D

he’s twitching his fingers cute lockie ♥

welcome to dateline nbc!

OMG HE’S ACTUALLY AT THE FLAT :D

henry: “i was just about to say it on the-” sherlock: “i prefer to do my own editing” same :D

geez the dog redrum was his dad violently killed geez :?

john: “did you see the devil that night?” i think you mean cujo ;)

ew cujo tore the dad apart :(

cujo’s a genetic experiment according to sherlock woah :o

wowza that was 20 years ago :o

of course sherlock knows everything that’s happened to this guy earlier!

sherlock: “please smoke mr. knight, i’d be delighted” you can join the smoking guy i saw outside of cvs yesterday ;)

sherlock: “i’ve been cooped up for ages!” covid quarantine who

i love how sherlock infodumps about people it’s so cool :D

henry: “how did you know that so fast?” sherlock: “it’s my job, now shut up and smoke” ...daaaang :o

john: *is asking henry questions* sherlock: *SNIIIIIIFFFF* yo what up lockie O_o

woah henry has to ‘face his demons’ :o

sherlock: “if i wanted to read poetry, i’d read john’s emails to his girlfriends” OHHHHH

but what about emails to lockie? ;)

sherlock: “bor-ing! goodbye mr. knight, thanks for smoking” lol :D

henry: “they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!” masterpiece trailer moment! :D

sherlock: “repeat those words exactly as you said them a moment ago” he wants it for the trailer

he didn’t say them exactly as he said them a moment ago :/

awww john is sherlock’s ‘best man’! ♥♥♥♥♥

AND LOCKIE’S TAKING ON THE STUFFED BUNNY CASE AWWWW!!!!! :D

sherlock: “a monstrous hound, i wouldn’t miss it for the world!��� says the guy taking a different case

frozen 2 much?

john has a jeep how very army of you sir

i paused this at just the right moment ;)

henry tells his therapist he’s been seeing ‘liberty’ and ‘in’... liberty in the hound?

hotel guy: “it’ll be a double room for you boys” john: “that’s fine, we’re not-”

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he knows ;)

OMG ISN’T THAT THE GAY INNKEEPER??? :o

the innkeeper’s accent is cool B)

sherlock’s talking to a shepard fairey guy woah :o

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a smiley little lockie!!!! ♥♥♥♥

sherlock bet this guy 50 quid that sounds like a lot!

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:/

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aww he gave a little snort! :)

sherlock: “ooh, is it haunted?” his sarcastic soft voice tho :D

guy: “he said i’ve seen things i’ve never seen again” like henry! :o

guy: “rats as big as dogs and dogs the size of horses” oh noes

so when is that bunny thing showing up?

they just snuck in as mycroft SHERLOCK WHY

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a good ol’ salute! :D

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another johnlock screenshot ft antiques roadshow! ;)

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JESUS CHRISTMAS MONKEY

the corporal guy is so nice! :)

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ooh word wall! :o

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a sarcastic happy lock!

dr lady: “i have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies...” wut

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THERE’S THE BUNNY!!!!! :D

it glowed in the dark! :o

john: “did we break into a military base just to investigate a rabbit?” indeed you did ;)

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OH SNAP MYCROFT :o

he’s like ‘ugh what’s my little pesky bro doing now?’

sherlock: “23 minutes, mycroft’s getting slow” lol :D

oh no the major looks crankyyy :o

OMG WHY ARE THE LIGHTS FLICKERING

the dr guy thinks sherlock is mycroft!

sherlock just goes with it lol :D

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someone’s not convinny....

the dr knew it was sherlock the whole time! :o

he’s read the blog! and he wants sherlock to wear the hat lol

the dr guy likes ‘the pink thing’ ;)

dr guy: “i’d love to tell you what i do, but i’d have to kill you!” sarcastic yet >:)

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that’s a look of luv bby ♥

john: “don’t be all mysterious with your... cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool” cheekbones?

sherlock: “i don’t do that” john: “yeah you do!” yeah lockie you kind of do...

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happy john! :)

sherlock says the mystery words are liberty in death! :o

his plan is to go out at night and john’s like ‘that’s not a plan’ lol

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squinty smile!!!! ♥

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sherlock 2 NOW

a kid scream just played twice in a few seconds... transition perhaps?

i’ve always thought sherlock was darkly lit, but night takes it to a whole new level! :o

bird tweet!

maybe the scream is actually a weird bird idk

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ooh a code!

john whispering ‘sherlock!’ over and over ♥

henry after sherlock mentions his parents: “look at you and john” ;)

OMG IS THAT CUJO

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cujo see you... ;)

sherlock claims to not have seen cujo BOI HE WAS RIGHT THERE

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two bros sitting by the fireplace, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

john: “i guess it’s morse” boi that was definitely morse

oh no sherlock heavy breathing?

john: “maybe we should just look for whoever has a big dog” lol :D

sherlock: “i saw it... i saw it too... i saw it too, john!”

john’s the rational one AND SHERLOCK SAW A RATIONAL HOUND BOI

sherlock: “look at me john, i’m afraid... i’m afraid!” :(

did john just call him ‘spock’

aww john wants lockie to take it easy ♥

sherlock: “there’s nothing wrong with me!” that shaky breath tells otherwise...

sherlock nervously infodumping although there’s ‘nothing wrong with me’ shows that there’s something wrong with him! poor bby :(

john: “i use my senses unlike other people” ooh sick burn lockie B)

john: “why won’t you listen to me? i’m your friend!” sherlock: “i don’t have friends!” john: “no... wonder why” aww :(

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ooh johnny carson :o

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OMG WAS SOMEONE DOING IT IN THE CAR WTF???

john: “...oh god.” same john same

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nice blackberry john ;)

henry’s watching home movies and the lights are suddenly way bright! :o

HENRY JUMPSCARE!!!!

he’s so freaked out poor guy :(

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ooh john’s on a date!

he’s talking to henry’s therapist so maybe it’s not?

john: “i have another friend who might be having the same problem” aww it’s lockie :(

franklin: “don’t you read the blog?” we all read the blog ;)

therapist: “sherlock who?” HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW SHERLOCK FLIPPING HOLMES???

franklin: “this is his p.a” john: “p.a?” franklin: “live in p.a” therapist: “live in...” ;)

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eyyy reusing the same shot but with john digitally removed ;D

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lockie’s so happy to see henry! :D

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coffeelock! :D

john: “funny doesn’t suit you, let’s stick to ice” yep!

sherlock wasn’t afraid of the hound... he was afraid of his doubts! :o

john’s not too convinced...

sherlock: “i don’t have friends” you have- “i just have one” AWWWWW HE HAS JOHN!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

john: “...right” thanks for making it akward bud

sherlock: “john! you are amazing, fantastic-” john: “don’t overdo it” :)

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cool font ;)

LESTRADE IS HERE!!!!

sherlock: “is that why you call yourself greg!” john: “...that’s his name” lol :D

john: “scary inspector from scotland yard could put in a few calls...” lol :D

sherlock apologized to john with coffee aww ♥

IT’S THE GAY INKEEPERS YAS!!! :D

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that smirk tho ;)

wait the hound is dead?

omg sherlock has asbergers! :o

lockie saw a glowing superdog huh

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sherlock: “hello brother dear! how aaare you?” lol his sarcastically sweet tone :D

and john’s look tho!

henry jumpscare!!!

man that one scared him so much poor guy!

john’s sneaking around ;)

brightening sherlock screencaps be like:

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also why isn’t the show lit closer to something like this all the time

john muttering: “what the fu ‘ell” OMG JOHN BASICALLY SWORE :o

now it’s super dark!!!

OMG MONKEY SCREECH JUMPSCARE

john swiping the card over and over is like my dad trying to get his debit card to work at the store

or like that thing john did at his own grocery store ;)

john’s breathing heavy just like lockie.... :(

OH CRAP CUJO GROWL

RUN JOHN RUNNN!!!!!!!!

cujo’s out there

john just made a noise that sounded like that puffy fish eating a carrot :o

john to phone sherlock: “it’s in here with me..” OH CRAP HIDE IN A CAR FOR A MILLION HOURS

john’s whisper squeaked awww :(

sherlock wants john to keep talking awww :(

john doesn’t know what he sees but he’s scared af

AND HE CAN’T SEE CUJO

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super sherlock!! :D

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awww he was hunkered in a cage poor guy! :(

john: “jeeesus i saw the hound! it was here sherlock it was here!!! did you see it you must’ve seen it-” sherlock: “it’s okay john-“ john: “NNNOOOO IT’S NOT!!!!! IT’S NOT OKAY, I SAW IT, I WAS WRONG!!!” OMG JOHN :o

wait now sherlock’s denying what he and john saw wut

...they’ve been drugged?

is cujo just drugs?

dr lady: “are you okay? you look very peaking...” very what now

oh so it was a real bunny? when i was researching a sherlock return, i saw a website saying sherlock went through london for a stuffed one what was that about

what if cujo’s real and not a drug hmm lockie?

the drugs were in sugar?

OMG WHAT IF SMOKING IS THE DRUGS???

sherlock needs to go to his mind palace YAS!!!!! :D

oh no is this the cringe mind palace clip on tumblr

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OH DEAR BLOODY GOD NO HELL IT IS

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change the font I’M BEGGING YOU CHANGE THE BASIC AF FONT

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elvis?

good it’s over!

henry’s running from the cujo drug!

oh no there’s a lady crying!

DID HENRY HURT THE LADY????

ooh it’s project h.o.u.n.d in liberty indiana? why would a cia project in the us be in the uk?

ew henry has 5 biographies of margaret thatcher :/

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first off what pretty eyes! and the hound is names!

h.o.u.n.d was hidden in 1986... courtney did moore than reagan ;)

20 years ago for them is 1992 but the drug was hidden in ‘86 so lockie’s probably not being specific since it’s 2012 there and not 2006

the dr guy is american because he says ‘cell phone’?

oh no henry’s missing! :o

HE HAS A GUN WTF

did smol henry take the drug before ‘86 and hallucinated his dad’s death?

OMG HENRY DOESN’T KNOW ANYMORE

a man murdered his dad!

the guy sounds like darth vader :o

awww john’s comforting henry but it’s too dark to see :)

man henry’s so messed up poor guy!!! :(

lestrade: “oh my god! oh christ!” lol :D

oh no is henry reliving the murder?

the drug is in the fog!!!!!

THE DRUG IS IN THE FOG!!!!!

OMG THEY’RE SHOOTING AN INNOCENT DOG BECAUSE OF THE FOG DRUG

HENRY SCREAMING NO :(

RUN FRANKLIN RUN!!!

frankin’s down!

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OMG DID HE DIE????

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domestic eating right after that!

also why does sherlock never eat :(

did sherlock just say ‘is this ketchup brown’

sherlock put the drug in john’s sugar and locked him in for an experiment BOI

that explains why he appeared so fast...

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flashback! with that face HE BEEN KNEW

i think there’s an s4 thing where lockie plants a bomb or something and laughs at john so this is unfortunately a thing :/

sherlock: “won’t happen again” WHAT DID I JUS SAY

sherlock: “you’ll be fine once you’ve excreted it” ...ew

john: “i think i’ve already taken care of it” EW

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omg so many sherlocks

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spooky...

is that moiarty setting up for the fall next ep?

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and it ends with only the winky man knowing...

this was a very suspenseful ep! there were so many heartstopping moments and cujo being a drug was really clever. i can see why samantha liked reading the original book!

[ladyofthecastleproject]

10 [Finale] - Dear Lia

Flannery and Daisuke returned to the point where they had found the Kuwagamon for the first time and waited a bit. She was sure the human could fight like her, so no need to slow down… Except Daisuke was still trying to get used to the idea of fighting someone who looks like Miyako.

It was his dilemma: She looks like Miyako, she speaks like Miyako, she has even his friend’s behavior and at the same time she wasn’t Miyako at all, but some… Weird digimon looking like a human. Or he believed she wasn’t human. Perhaps she’s a witch like Lia and Warlock.

To be honest, Daisuke didn’t want to fight ANY of them because of their appearance. It was weird and easy: Just remember they’re not them and everything will be fine. But no, something inside Daisuke made him hesitant. Something he couldn’t understand at all, and that blocked his abilities to think better. At the moment, Motomiya Daisuke wanted to go home so much and talk to Miyako, Ken and Hikari and make sure they’re not those strange people.

“Are you ready, human?”

Stop calling me ‘human’!

“I have a name,” - Daisuke hissed - “It’s Daisuke. Motomiya Daisuke, I’m a human but not a weak one!” - he could feel the difference between Flannery and Miyako: Miyako wouldn’t have called him ‘human’ like that!

“Oh, I’m sorry” - she said calmly - “Are you ready, Daisuke?”

He sighed. Hands on his hips, eyes glancing at the floor and not sure what’s going inside his mind, but…

“I’m always ready.”

Flannery could feel it, his voice gained a dark tone and his eyes changed again. Orange and Blue, the Blue eye had that flame and she was sure this could’ve been Lia’s spell speaking on his behalf.

She couldn’t believe what was happening and what hit her, but when Flannery came back to her senses, she could see his fist hitting her stomach at full speed.

Except she had figured it before him and that was just a decoy.

He looked behind and saw her coming from the skies with a powerful kick, the one he dodged gracefully like if he could float in the air. She landed on the ground and waved her hands as if she were opening an invisible curtain; some vines came from the giant plants and tied Daisuke a la Palmon’s Poison Ivy.

He burned the vines by setting his fists on fire. The blue flames cut the ones grabbing his legs and he landed on the ground like a cat. He tried to burn Flannery by shooting those fireballs at her, but she was fast. He snorted, he wanted her to be an easy target and her ninja skills had been upsetting him. But she wouldn’t let him hit her, and it wouldn’t be a quick battle.

“Are you going to keep running around, dodging everything I do?” - he said with an annoyed tone - “You’re getting on my nerves!”

“I have to make you run out of magic” - she explained - “And I’m not letting you hit me! It will be a long fight, better you put more effort on it!”

More effort? Well, she’s asking for it.

He dashed against her, with his fist on fire, and tried a direct attack. She avoided again, grabbed him by his jacket and threw him against the giant tree. Daisuke fell, kneeling on the ground. He was a bit stunned after collapsing with the trunk tree, but had no time to breathe since Flannery came with a screw kick against him. Daisuke dodged in time, but her foot almost hit him.

“Whoa slow down, do you want to KILL me?!” - he protested.

“You’re too slow, kid” - she said - “I was impressed at the beginning, but now I see… You’re hesitating to attack me.”

“No, I’m not?! You told me we just need to fight to get rid of the magic, but all you’re doing is to make me exhausted!”

And he dodged another kick. But not enough from an uppercut.

He fell on the ground lying and the dizzy sensation getting stronger and stronger. Wow, she’s strong. Pretty strong.

“Are you done?” - she asked, staring at the boy who was heavy breathing thanks to the fight. She was a tough opponent and he was wishing to stop fighting and so something else to run out of magic.

Daisuke wanted so much to go home again. And the will to go home was what making him resist.

He got up slowly, feeling way too depleted to keep fighting… But he couldn’t go back now. To go home he needed to fight. If he wanted to get whatever Lia asked him to bring her, the labyrinth, he would need to beat all those opponents with his bare hands.

“No, just chillin’ a little” - he said calmly, although she could notice he was lying.

“Then, come at me” - she ordered.

He nodded and tried to move, but… … He couldn’t.

She frowned and approached him, just to see him falling on the floor again, unconscious. Suddenly, the blue flame evolved into a barrier, protecting the boy from whatever and whoever dared to approach.

“W-what wrong with you, Daisuke?!” - she asked, panicking - “D-Daisuke?! Are you hearing m-me?!”

...

“... Hello?” “Who’s there?”

He felt no more pain, his weight was light and when he looked at his hands he noticed some kind of blue aura around him. When he realized, he had fainted due to exhaustion and he was now inside a dream, like that first one he had had weeks ago.

“Don’t fight them.”

He glanced to the only shadow in the empty and white background.

“Y-you’re… Me?!” - Daisuke gasped.

“Don’t fight Flannery. Don’t fight Lia. Don’t fight Amis. Don’t fight Warlock.”

“But… But I need to get rid of Lia’s magic if I want to go home!” - Daisuke babbled - “W-what do you want me to do then?! To talk to them?! There’s sometimes where it’s good to have a dialogue but it’s not a good option for, like now…!”

“You don’t understand, Daisuke?” – the other said - “You don’t want to hurt them. Because they’re all your friends.”

“Except Lia is forcing me to fight Warlock! What kind of friend is that who makes their friends fight each other?!”

“You don’t understand, she’s suffering inside… You’re her only hope.”

“... O-only hope?!”

The other didn’t explain further and before it vanished, Daisuke stared at the star-shaped crystal pendant on the mysterious Daisuke’s neck. That star… He probably had seen it before, hadn’t he?!

“...”

“Daisuke!!” - he could hear Flannery voice in the distance - “Daisuke, wake up! Daisuke! Please open your eyes…!”

He woke up and sat on the floor. The barrier had disappeared and Flannery had been trying to wake him up, scared of hurting the boy. He had been lying on her arms and it made him blush, especially with the idea of Miyako carrying him on her arms.

“You’re fine!” - she sighed relieved - “I thought we went a bit too far.”

He was speechless.

“It’s gone…?” - he questioned, looking at his fist and trying to shoot a fireball. No success - “Am I a normal kid again?”

“I guess so…” - she replied - “I’m sorry if I made you tired.”

“No worries” - he smiled - “It’s good to be ‘normal’ again, because how would I explain to my friends and family that I’m able to throw fireballs from my hands? Or have super strength? Or being able to do those anime-like jumps?”

“Anyway, let’s return” - she got up and helped him - “Can you walk?”

“You gotta be kidding me!” - he laughed - “I’m fine, I’m fine. Maybe a bit slow but I can walk and talk, haha!”

“Have you seen this object before?” - Warlock asked V-mon.

“Yes, I did!” - he babbled - “No, not once, but thrice! Against the Digimon Kaiser, summoned by Seraphimon and Holydramon, and sent by all the tamers who were absorbed by Parallelmon!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” - said Funbeemon and Warlock.

“Old adventures with Daisuke” - he shrugged - “Our first one was to beat a kid who looked like you and called himself by Digimon Kaiser. Now he’s our friend and Daisuke’s jogress partner.”

“A kid who has a similar appearance with me?” - Warlock frowned.

“Yeah, and he was a meanie. Enslaved digimons, claimed the Digital World belonged to him, caused so much unbalance to our world, killed innocent digimons with his abomination called Chimeramon…”

“That’s not like I would desire to be” - and thus Warlock was disappointed with this other-self.

“But V-mon he changed” - Daisuke had heard the conversation (or at least had figured out what they had been talking about) and interrupted - “Ichijouji is a good guy, he’s our friend now.”

“I was going to talk about this part next” - Vee rolled his eyes - “And he had a change of heart, becoming our ally and later our friend. But he’s still a meanie.”

“Definitely I wouldn’t like to be a meanie” - Warlock commented - “Ah you’re back, sir.”

“I’m not a sir, man” - Dai chuckled - “Call me by Daisuke, no need to be formal-- IS THAT THE DIGIMENTAL OF MIRACLES?!!” - he shouted.

V-mon nodded, but the others were still confused.

“W-what’s it doing here?!” - Daisuke questioned - “Don’t tell me that’s the thing Lia is looking for!”

“It is” - Flannery and Warlock replied.

“Anyway, your partner said you had seen it before” - Warlock started - “So you may be the chosen one. You must do us a favor: Escape from this castle with this power and do not let Lia get it. We will help you to pass through her and Amis.”

“Okay, but I don’t want you all to fight!” - he interrupted - “Because even if I think Amis and Lia did bad things to me, I don’t think they’re bad. You two know them, right?”

“I knew Lia from years ago” - Warlock confessed - “she wasn’t like that. She was a gentle person who cared about all people, but things got wrong. We lost an important friend of us, and then she decided to do everything to bring this person back. She begged me to teach her wizardry… And that was my mistake. She started to use it to accomplish her goal, except she had no success. Then, she went to the castle’s library and found my great grandfather’s journal. There, she learned about this powerful object and that its magic. After searching for a long time, I stopped her by stealing it and escaping to this labyrinth. Flannery stole the journal and there we learned that this object cannot be used by anyone but a chosen one.”

“Wow, seems like those stories I used to read as a toddler” - Daisuke innocently commented.

“I hoped that this chosen one would cross our paths someday, so I waited patiently here. But Lia discovered the passage’s gimmick and kidnapped many innocents, using the black magic to control them outside the labyrinth. I had to put illusions and alter the rooms, so only the chosen one could surpass those. And here you are, sir-- I mean, Daisuke. You’re the one who has sent to help us.”

“B-but there isn’t no other way to tell Lia to stop this madness?” - He couldn’t deny that he pitied the poor girl now - “Like, telling her that this friend of yours wouldn’t want her to feel empty?”

“... You wouldn’t understand how much she loved him” - Warlock muttered, but Daisuke could hear it. And the goggle boy decided to not question it - “Anyway, I’ll open the passage, you get the object and leave. She’s stronger than me, and Amis is unable to fight Flannery. Amis also obeys me, so he would help us as well.”

“Just let me talk to her then…!” - Daisuke insisted - “I dunno how is to feel to lose someone, but… But I’ve helped a friend with it once…!”

“Do you think she will listen to you?” - Flannery narrowed her eyes at Daisuke - “Don’t you hear master Warlock? She’s a lost case!”

“It doesn’t matter… She’s… She’s lonely right now. I cannot turn my back on her!”

“Warlock,” - V-mon began - “In the living room there were a portrait of Lia and other two people I couldn’t see clearly because of the sunlight reflection on the glass. Who were those?”

Warlock remained silence, and the only thing he did was to give the ‘Digimental’ to V-mon and snap his fingers, opening a gate in the wall. Flannery gently pushed them through it and they were now in the living room. Funbeemon flew behind the three, with Warlock standing behind and probably disturbed with something.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry that I can’t tell those people about you… My friend” - and he said it after taking a star-shaped crystal from his cloak.

“What, we’re back?!” - Daisuke exclaimed - “W-where’s Warlock?”

“Don’t ask, just go” - Flannery whispered - “Shush! Go away!”

“... No” - Daisuke stopped - “We’re not leaving without talking to Lia and giving her some help!”

“Are you idiot or something?! She will only care about the object, not about your kindness!”

“How do you know?”

“Ah you’re back,” - Lia’s voice has heard. All of them looked at the lady sitting on the couch, watching them carefully and once she saw Flannery… - “What is she doing here?”

“Lia,” - Daisuke stared back, full of determination - “we need to talk.”

“Daisuke--” “Flannery, let him try” - Vee asked - “That’s his specialty. Trust us.”

“Talk?” - Lia frowned - “Right, we can talk… But before that, give me the shining object your blue friend has in hands first.”

“No” - Daisuke raised his voice so she could hear him better - “We’re not giving it to you, because you know inside that that’s wrong. Warlock told me what happened, and you can’t change the past. Your friend… He’s gone, isn’t he? Do you think he would want you to do something like this?! NO, HE WOULDN’T! So please, stop kidnapping innocents, stop manipulating them. And if you have something against Warlock and Flannery, then you should talk to them, be honest, vent about your pain! Live your life for your friend!”

“LIKE A WANDERER LIKE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND MY OBJECTIVE!” - she yelled, throwing a pink fireball against them. Luckily, they avoided by ducking on the floor - “GIVE ME THE OBJECT!”

“You want the object, then…” - Daisuke grabbed it from Vee’s hands - “Come to get it!!” - and he took it from Vee’s hands - “You won’t get it from me-- Ack!”

She was faster than him and shot another fireball. It hit Daisuke and it threw him against the wall. Lia approached them, and every attempt of Flannery, Vee and Funbeemon to prevent her from reaching Daisuke was in vain. They were thrown against the walls like that, and Daisuke felt completely lost.

But he wouldn’t give up.

“Vee!” - he called his partner, who jumped against Lia while Daisuke lifted the ‘Digimental’ and screamed - “MIRACLES DIGIMENTAL UP!!”

The room got illuminated by the sacred light and made everyone close or cover their eyes to not get blind by it. But something odd happened once the light faded out.

V-mon didn’t evolve. That’s the weirdest part of that event. No evolution.

But… Daisuke had felt he had been floating in the air during the activation of the ‘Digimental’. When he looked at himself, he got surprised with what he saw…!

… He had ‘evolved’ instead.

“What the…?!” - He exclaimed, and then looked at Lia - “I didn’t expect it to happen, please. I don’t want to fight.”

“H-how is it possible?!” - said everyone.

“How can Daisuke…?? Isn’t it the Digimental of Miracles at all?!” - questioned V-mon.

“Get away!” - she shouted, throwing another fireball - “You don’t understand my pain! YOU’RE NOT HIM! NOT HIM! NOT HIM !!”

Daisuke absorbed the fireball, and the other, and another. All of them, just by his hand. He just walked towards her, he wanted to help her but she didn’t want it. And for some reason, she couldn’t stand him anymore.

Well, neither him. Her Hikari’s face and voice confused him, and made him unnerved and angry because she wasn’t Hikari. She showed him she wasn’t Hikari.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” - she kept yelling - “I THOUGHT YOU WERE HIM, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND ME…!”

“Lia,” - Daisuke said, but his voice…! - “Let me help you, please.”

She cried and threw a fireball on the floor, causing a magenta mist. When it dispersed, Lia wasn’t there anymore. Daisuke just frowned, and the shining ‘evolution’ disappeared.

“S-she’s gone?!” - asked Funbeemon.

“B-Better we get out of here while she’s not here” - suggested V-mon - “It’s our chance to escape!”

“But… Will she be okay?” - Daisuke wondered, showing some concern - “What she meant with that… Why was she screaming? She… She’s not like Hikari-chan at all…”

“You better get out of here now” - Warlock appeared from the same gate - “She will be fine, don’t worry. Now leave” - and when he snapped his fingers, a vortex sucked Daisuke, V-mon and Funbeemon to another place.

… They were in the forest again.

“What?! W-we’re free?!” - Funbeemon cried - “I’m finally free?! Oh thank you so much, Daisuke and V-mon! You’re my hero! We did it! We escaped from that place! I’ll be able to see my friends and family all again!”

“Daisuke,” - V-mon looked at his partner - “Don’t it makes you remember that…”

“OH SHOOT, THE DINNER!!” - he grabbed the digimon and left - “BYE FUNBEEMON, WE TALK ANOTHER DAY!” - but the other digimon didn’t hear him at all.

...

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... 

“Why...” - she asked - “Why didn’t he give me that object. Why didn’t he kill me?”

She was crying in her room, alone in the dark. She couldn’t understand why the boy had done that, why he hadn’t helped her like she had wished him to do. Stupid Warlock, she growled.

“Lia,” - then she heard a voice. The lights were turned on and someone saw on her side - “The wanderer was right. You need to accept it. He’s gone, and he wouldn’t want to see you suffering like this.”

“Shut up, you don’t understand me at all. I thought you did! You were his tutor-- no, his best friend.”

“Of course I do,” - he answered calmly - “That’s why I’m talking to you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I was unable to protect him like I promised, but he made me promise to protect you in his place. Please, don’t do anything bad anymore, he wouldn’t like it. You wouldn’t like it.”

“... He remind me of him, but he wasn’t him.”

“I know. But you should listen to the boy. He wouldn’t want you to be like this.”

“But how to fix our world without him…?”

“We will solve this, together” - he grabbed her hands - “Trust me.”

She looked at the star-shaped crystal pendant on his neck… And smiled.

“I’ll bring the light back to this world” - she said with a calm voice - “I will change our fate.”