“Let me see,” breathed Bearmon as he approached his memory cabinet in search of the proper memory. As he did, Datyr brought over a box of tissues and offered one to the wet-faced bear. Taking it, he dried his eyes then blew his nose. Bearmon then continued his search and pulled out another folder. He didn’t even have to check out the contents to know it was what they were looking for. “Okay, here it is.”

Datyr took the folder and skimmed through it, his eyes darting from one side to the other. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Then, with this, we can get started.” The Gabumon then held out the folder and released it from his grip, but rather than fall to the ground, it remained stationary in mid air. Next, Datyr tapped on it with his palm, causing 1’s and 0’s the gush out of the paper and rain down all around them. As they did, the scenery around them started to transform, going from a peaceful, green field, to the heights of a cold, windy mountain, the very same one Bearmon had dreamt about last night.

“So, how well do you know this location?” questioned Datyr as he clutched his fur for warmth. Despite being only made of data in his belly storage, it felt just as real as actually being there.

“This is the Malware Mountains,” answered Bearmon as he rubbed his shoulders to warm them. “They’re not the most hospitable place to be, with frigid winds constantly blowing and deep snow everywhere. Not even the most fearless Digimon in the world would climb them due to how dangerous it is.”

“Which made it the perfect spot for a certain cult of Virus Digimon to gather,” added Datyr. “At least that’s what they thought before Lord Yggdrasil launched a raid, deleting many of the villains and causing the rest to flee and go into hiding. With that done, we believed that no Digimon would dare climb this mountain in search of it. In that sense, we made the very same wrong assumption as them.”

“Seems that way,” sighed Bearmon as they watched as Greg the Guilmon began to climb up the snowy mountain.

“Greg,” spoke Bearmon, just as emotional to see his friend now as when he had in his dream. However, as he made his way towards the Bearmon and Gabumon, his body went right through them.

“Sorry, but remember, this is just a memory,” Datyr reminded Bearmon. “To him, we aren’t even here.” Watching the Guilmon, Datyr couldn’t help chuckle as he saw him empty his bladder on the snow. “Heheh, though it can be quite amusing seeing people do things when they think nobody else is around.”

“Actually, Greg wasn’t shy about doing that no matter who was around,” admitted Bearmon. “Random passerbyers, territorial Digimon, fish that were already swimming in their own toilet, you name it.”

“Are you coming or are you gonna just stand out here and freeze your butt off, Teddy?” he called down the mountain as he finished taking his leak.

“I’m coming,” groaned Bearmon, his smaller body half buried in the snow as he dragged himself after his friend. “My legs aren’t nearly as long as yours. Also, I’m not stupid strong like you either.”

“True, but that’s never stopped you in the past,” pointed out Greg. “So, are you ready?”

“To do something dumb and regrettable?” he replied. “Why not? It’s what we do every day, Greggy.”

“Come now,” he retorted. “What kind of trouble can we get into exploring the old cave of a cult of virus Digimon and whatever dark endeavors that may or may not still be waiting for some unsuspecting adventurers to find them? Actually, I guess that is what we do every day. Well, no use putting it off.”

“Greg was the type that seemed to love getting in over his head,” sighed Bearmon. “It wasn’t that he was looking for trouble, moreso that he never thought anything truly terrible could happen to us, nothing that couldn’t be undone.”

“A nonconformist with a desire to escape the mundane of everyday life,” observed Datyr. “Gotta say, I like his style, but in this case he really got himself in deep.”

“Yeah, both of us,” agreed Bearmon as he watched their interaction at the entrance to the cave play out similarly to how it went down in his dream. They then saw Greg enter the cave and a short while later, Bearmon joined him.

“We have to follow them,” Datyr told Bearmon, seeing the pain in his eyes for having to not only remember this day again, but to have to see it and be helpless to interfere. “I know this is going to be hard, but you must be strong if we’re to possibly find any clues at all.”

“I’ll do my best,” replied Bearmon taking a deep breath as they ventured into the cave, following behind the past version of bear cub Digimon.

With the only data available to them what was readily available in Bearmon’s memory, they soon found themselves following him in nearly complete darkness. This went on for a short time, till, at last, they reached the cavern that Greg had stopped in. It was quite large, but they only had a small ledge to stand on and a large, deep pit right after.

“I think I see something down there,” Greg told Bearmon as he approached. He was gripping the edge of the ground as he peered down below at what appeared to be a faint light. “Maybe it’s a treasure that those Virus Digimon left behind.”

“That’s awfully far down,” worried Bearmon. Picking up a rock, he tossed it and listened. For several seconds there was silence, then the sound of a tumbling rock echoed through the cave. “Very, very far down, not to mention dark. Sorry to say it, but I don’t think we can get down there.”

“Well, Teddy, only one way to find out,” stated Greg as he started to climb down.

“No!” pleaded Bearmon, hugging his friend’s leg. “I know when an idea gets into your head you gotta do it, but please, for once, just question if this is actually a good idea or not because it’s not!”

“Hmm,” pondered the Guilmon as he mulled it over, rubbing his plump chin. “It’d be a shame to come all this way and not bring back anything. Who would even believe we made it all the way here without any proof?”

“Who cares about that?” his small bear companion retorted. “Let’s just go. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Oh, fine, but you owe me a meal,” he said with a smile. “And knowing my appetite that’s a true undertaking.”

“Heh, don’t I know it,” Bearmon replied, smiling too. He didn’t care what it would cost, he was just elated to have gotten through to his friend and they were going to leave this dangerous place behind. “Come on, let’s see if the local all-you-can-eat buffet is can live up to their name or it it’s just false advertising.”

“And then the quake happened,” ached Bearmon, speaking seconds before it violent tremors occurred.

“Whoa!” fumbled Greg as he and Teddy struggled to keep their balance. “What is this? An earthquake? An avalanche? My stomach?”

“It’s trouble!” Teddy answered in a panic. “We have to get out of here, now!”

“Quickly now,” agreed Greg as they carefully moved from the edge, but the ground beneath the Guilmon’s feet crumbled and he started to fall.

“Greg!” cried his friend as he reached out to grab his hand to pull him to safety. This proved useless for the smaller Digimon to attempt. All he managed to do was get pulled down into the darkness with him.

“If only I was stronger,” Bearmon said sadly.

“What’s done is done,” Datyr told him as he held Bearmon’s hand and leapt into the darkness after the memories.

“Not again!” cried Bearmon as that awful feeling of freefalling returned to him. He watched as his past self and Greg tumbled all the way down, getting battered and bruised, but somehow managed to survive such a long fall. This time, as they fell, Datyr was able to control their rate of descent, enabling them to avoid injury and land on the ground like they had only hopped a couple inches off of it.

“There it is,” said Datyr in the most serious tone Bearmon ever heard him speak in.

“Yeah,” he nodded as he looked the large orb of code before them. It emitted a black aura as countless 1’s, 0’s and other strange characters swirled within it in a series of rings. Just looking at it caused Bearmon to clutch the DH mark on his arm.

“Is your mark okay?” asked Datyr. “While in my bellyscape, other programs cannot be activated, so you don’t have to worry about turning into Teddy.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Bearmon replied. “I’m… fine.”

“Ugh,” groaned the past Bearmon as he got up. “Am I still alive?”

“Of course not,” responded Greg, slowly getting up. “Forget the fact that you’re talking. Your dead as a Bakemon.”

“Uh, are Bakemon actually dead?” wondered Bearmon. “I mean, they are ghosts, but are they dead ghosts or what?”

“I… I don’t know,” pondered Greg before he started to snicker. “Well, whatever. If we can talk about crap like this after falling all the way down here then we’re fine.”

“Yeah, great,” Teddy said as he sat up. “So, do you think we can climb out of here or are we stuck till we starve?”

“Well,” answered the large red dino Digimon as he patted his gut, making it wobble. “If we can’t get out of here then we’ll die of dehydration long before we’d starve.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” commented Bearmon as he looked at the climb they’d have to attempt in order to get out of the hole they were in. “So, how about we try and get out of here.”

“I’m right behind you,” replied the Guilmon as he took a step towards his friend, but stopped and turned back around to gaze upon the ominous code only a few steps away from them. “Huh? What was…”

“Is something wrong?” questioned Bearmon as he walked back to Greg.

“Oh, uh, it was nothing. But, doesn’t it feel like such a waste that we’ve made it down here and we are just going to leave our treasure behind.”

“Treasure?” replied Bearmon as he looked at the black code before them. “You mean that thing that we clearly shouldn’t get anywhere near and we’ve already failed to do just that.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Greg explained. “Code orbs are just tons of data. They can’t do anything on their own and unless a Digimon willingly tries to absorb it nothing will happen. Just watch.”

“Greg, please don’t,” begged Bearmon, but his words were already too late as the dino pressed his palm to the data. After a few seconds of waiting, nothing happened. Bearmon sighed with relief.

“See, nothing more than an oversized marble, Teddy,” he smiled. “Not dangerous at…” As Greg attempted to pull his hand off of the orb, he found he was unable to. “...all? Uh, weird, did someone put super glue on this thing.” Try with all his might, the Guilmon couldn’t remove his clawed hand from the dark code. Then, all that data within the sphere started to move around more erratically, changing how it flowed until it made its way towards Greg’s hand and started to flow into him. “AAAARGH!!!” Greg let out a pained cry as whatever program was forcibly installed into his being.

“Greg!” cried Teddy, seeing is friend in pain.

“St-Stay back!” warned Greg, barely managing to speak through the searing pain spreading from his fingertips up to his shoulder and starting to engulf his entire body in agony. The black markings on his body were glowing bright red, reacting to whatever this dark orb was filling him with. “C-Come any closer and you’ll get infected with it too.”

“Then what am I supposed to do,” he asked, tears running down his eyes, aching at being so helpless. He clenched his fists so hard he was digging into his palms with his nails. “I can’t just do nothing.”

“Get out of here,” he told him. “N-No telling what kind of effect this will have on me. It could alter my mind and my body. T-Turn me into something terrible. J-J-Just save yourself.”

“But-”

“This is my trouble and I’ve got to deal with it alone!” roared Greg, this fierce tone was unlike how Bearmon had even seen his friend even in the worst trouble they had been in, up till now. However, despite his orders to get away, Bearmon found himself rushing toward his friend. “T-Teddy?!? What are you- Don’t!”

Ignoring all his friend’s warnings and even his own survival instincts, Bearmon grabbed Greg’s hand that was stuck to the orb and tried to help pull it free. “Ungh!” he grunted with all his might, proving just as ineffective at removing it and found his paws were now stuck to the orb and absorbing the code into his own body now too. “GAAAH!” He wailed out in pain as well, the hurt even worse than he imagined it to be.

“W-Why?” asked Greg. “This is dangerous. Are you an idiot?”

“Of course I am,” replied Teddy. “L-Look at the moron I hang out with. And besides, I wouldn’t feel right if only you got in trouble. That’s always been our thing right? Why change it now?”

“Heheheheh,” laughed Greg surprised that he could laugh in spite of the pain he was filled with. As the remaining code vanished from the orb which then shattered into nothingness and the agony it gave the two Digimon slowly vanished along with it. With it transferred into both of them, the Guilmon’s markings returned to black and a Digital Hazard Mark appeared on the back of Bearmon’s right hand. Glowing red for a moment before fading to black as well. Shortly after, the two collapsed to the ground and started to pass out. “Guess I can’t argue with that logic,” was the last thing Greg managed to mutter.

“That was certainly something,” admitted Datyr as the scene faded to black. He wiped the tears from his eyes, growing emotional. “I always cry at the end of sad movies.”

“This wasn’t a movie,” Bearmon reminded him. “And it isn’t over yet.”

“It’s not?” he asked.

“There’s a bit more that should be coming up for after I awaken, but can you tell me exactly what the heck kind of code we absorbed?”

“I wish I could,” Datyr stated. “However, it was too dangerous for us to get close to analyze it and I still can’t give you a straight answer when you only possess part of that data. It turns you into Teddy and you understand the potential danger it can cause, but you don’t possess all the code which could likely would have made it countless times worse, cataclysmic even. Actually, your reckless action here might have saved our world from being destroyed that day, had Greg absorbed it all on his own. You might be the greatest hero of our time as a result.”

“Maybe,” sighed Bearmon, not sounding too thrilled to be seen as a hero. “But, just as what I absorbed had an effect on me, Greg was changed by what he took in as well.”

The darkness soon ended and Bearmon and Datyr found themselves down at the foot of the mountain with the past Bearmon. Groaning a bit, he sat up and looked around. “How did I get here?” Looking up the mountain, Teddy saw that the snow was mostly smooth all the way up the mountain. The only exception was a single trail leading down it that appeared like something huge had just charged all the way down to where Bearmon was. After that, there didn’t appear to be any sign of where the creature went from there. “Last thing I remember, I was stuck in that cave… and that code… and… Greg!” Getting up, Teddy looked around in a panic, searching for his friend. “Greg! Greg! Are you here?”

“Hey, I’m right over here,” answered Greg as he stood by a tree, munching on a big juicy apple he plucked from it. “You don’t have to shout.”

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re okay,” Bearmon breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought something horrible was going to happen to us. But we’re out of that cave and out of danger.”

“Well, one of those things is true, at least,” Greg told him. “We’re out, but the danger is far from over.”

“What are you talking about?” wondered Bearmon. “What danger?”

“From that code we absorbed,” he explained. “Uh, well, I already have one of these Digital Hazard marks on my body, but I get the feeling you might have one now too.”

“I do?” worried Bearmon, well aware of the dangers that such marks forewarned. Frantically, he looked himself over and soon found one on the back of his hand. Just the sight of it made his face turn pale and his heart sink. Gripping his hand with the other, he looked back at Greg. “I do…”

“Heh, it would have been funny if it ended up on your butt,” he joked.

“This isn’t a joking matter!” cried Bearmon. “I’ve been infected with something bad! So have you. We have to get this taken care of. Hurry to a doctor and get an antivirus to get rid of it. Like you said, we’re still in danger.”

“No, I merely said that the danger isn’t over,” he elaborated as he approached his friend. “But it’s not us who are in danger. It is everyone else, this whole word that’s in danger and we’re the ones endangering them.”

“We’re the danger? Us? Because of this code we absorbed?”

“Yup!” he nodded with a light laugh. “Heh, I wanna say, ‘my bad,’ but this is probably too serious a situation to try and make light of it.”

“And all the more reason we should hurry and get this thing out of us and destroyed,” reasoned Bearmon. “Come on, let’s hurry into town at once.”

“I’m afraid this isn’t something that can be so easily removed,” explained Greg, still munching on his apple. “It was made to be unstoppable. At least, that’s what the code is telling me.”

“It is… telling you?” asked Bearmon worried.

“Can’t you hear it, Teddy?” replied Greg. He scratched his head to think. “Hmm… Maybe it was only in the part of the code I absorbed. This code wasn’t meant to be split and it really wants to be whole again.”

“You’re starting to scare me,” commented Bearmon, his mark starting to glow red. “That was just a program. No matter how complex it is, it shouldn’t be able to tell you anything.”

“The evil Digimon that made this code wanted to create something far more powerful than a simple world ender,” continued Greg. “They wanted to make something extra special, Teddy.

“Ugh,” groaned Bearmon, clutching his mark as it started to ache too. “Just being able to end the world feels like overkill and they weren’t satisfied with that?”

“Hmm…” smirked Greg, noticing Bearmon’s pained condition. “Teddy!”

“Gah!” cried Bearmon falling to his knees. His hand was in pain and his body all over felt hot like something inside of him was about to burst. “What’s going on?”

“It seems the part you have isn’t fully active,” observed Greg. “Perhaps because you’re not naturally a Virus Digimon or maybe because you are resisting its control or perhaps some other third reason. Whatever the case, it seems that hearing nickname causes it to react.”

“Well, if it does, stop saying that,” Bearmon told him as the pain slowly faded and he managed to get back up. “The last thing we want is to let this thing go out of control.” He approached Greg to take him by the hand and bring him back to town, dragging him if necessary. “Now, enough fooling around. Let’s go figure something ou- What in the?” As Bearmon came close to Greg, he felt a strange force tugging him forward. Caught off guard by it, his paw was yawked right at the Guilmon’s belly and even more shockingly, it started to get pulled into it. In a panic, Bearmon pulled back, managing to overpower the force and escape, stumbled backwards and onto his rear in the process. “What just happened?”

“Hmm,” smirked Greg after seeing this. “I thought I’d have activate the program within you to be able to make it whole again, but it seems that merely coming in contact with you is all that’s required.”

“Absorb the code from me?” questioned Bearmon, backing away as Greg stepped towards him. “What are you trying to do?”

“Complete the code so that it can work properly,” he explained. “What other reason would I do this? Sadly, it seems that you’ll have to be absorbed into me as well, but I did try to warn you not to do anything stupid back in that cave. Now you’ve gotta become a part of me. Not really how I expected our friendship to end, but I’ve got a world to destroy.”

“Greg,” cried Bearmon. “What’s happened? This isn’t you. It’s that code. It’s twisting your mind. You enjoy stuffing your face and getting us into mildly hairy situations, not the utter destruction of the world.”

“A new hobby never hurt anyone,” he retorted. “Well, this one might end up hurting a lot of people, starting with you. Now come over here. It’s time for us to become one.”

“No,” cried Bearmon fearfully as the large lizard Digimon loomed over him. “You can’t do this. I won’t let you!” Managing to move, the bear cub Digimon scrambled to his feet, turned around and ran with all his might. He looked back at Greg, expecting him to give chase, but he just stood there and watched Bearmon hurry out of sight.

“Guess I’ll destroy the world later,” he said to himself not sounding at all broken up by Bearmon’s escape. His stomach then let out a grumble. “Guess I’ll go grab a bite to eat.” He walked off in the opposite direction that Bearmon ran in.

After that, the memory came to an end and Bearmon and Datry found themselves back in a green field. “And that’s everything I remember,” explained Bearmon lowering his head after seeing all that. “Since that day, I’ve just been running. Running from Greg, even though he wasn’t coming after me, and myself. I didn’t want to hurt anyone and yet I’ve caused so much trouble wherever I went.”

“I can only imagine how much you must have suffered while having to deal with that code inside of you,” Datyr told him. “And I’m sorry I had you relive this painful time in your life.”

“It’s okay,” replied Bearmon. “It was nice to see Greg again, even if it was just in my memory. Do you think you’ll be able to find him? This was so long ago and he was never one to just stay in one place for very long.”

“Not yet,” he answered. “But I wanna keep a copy of this memory to look over. If I’m lucky, I might be able to find some sort of clue I can follow up on.”

“I hope you can,” stated Bearmon. “Looking back now, I was frightened of what was happening. Greg wasn’t himself and I just up and left him. There might have been something I could have done, some way I could have helped him if I wasn’t a coward.”

“There’s no telling what could have happened if you acted different,” pointed out Datyr. “If you had stayed you probably would have just gotten absorbed into him while trying to get through to him and then the whole world could have exploded as a result. That’d definitely be a bummer. Let our past be our guide to the future, not the yoke to control our fate.”

“Wow, that’s very deep,” commented Bearmon, hearing that statement from the fat Gabumon.

“Thanks,” blushed Datyr. “I got that one from a fortune cookie and I never doubt the word of food.”

“Well, I’ve never been lied to by a cookie before either,” replied Bearmon, a little less impressed by Datyr’s words of wisdom. “So, are we done in here?”

“I think so,” he started to say, but then paused and looked up. “It seems we’ve got company.”

“What?!?” cried Bearmon. “Are we under attack?”

“Not exactly,” he answered and gestured Bearmon to turn his head skyward. Looking, Bearmon watched as Gargomon was freefalling down to them, along with all the bunnies from the burrow.

“How did they get in here?” wondered the bear cub.

“My body is still out there completely motionless,” he explained. “Anyone could just come inside if they can figure out how.”

“Bunnybunga!” bellowed Gargomon as he bellyflopped all the way down, only to slow to a safe stop and look disappointed. “Awe man. I wanted to see if I’d leave a me-shaped imprint in the ground.”

“You’d probably be dead,” commented Impy as he soon touched down too. “And bunnybunga? You were freefalling, not surfing.”

“Oh, yeah,” he realized. “Now I wanna go surfing.”

“If you want,” Datyr informed the large bunny as he and Bearmon went to greet them and all the other bunnies still raining down all over. “I can turn this place into a beach.”

“Oh yeah, let’s do that!” agreed Gargomon. “Then we can be beach buns!”

“Hey! I’m not a beach bum!” complained Impy.

“He said bun not bum,” specified Bunzae. “Though the fact that we’re all penniless and living a life in Gargomon’s care, we might as well be bums.”

“We aren’t bums!” snapped Impy as he crossed his arms. “Freeloaders, moochers, or possibly even prisoners with Stockholm syndrome.

“Beach bums it is!” announced Datry and the ground beneath their feet turned from a grassy field to a sandy one. Not too far in the distance, they could see waves crashing against the shore as an ocean materialized out of nothing Then, one after another, everyone there began to change, getting dressed in ill-fitting, well-worn swim trunks, and t-shirts. They all also grew scruffy facial hair, and were given accessories like shark teeth necklaces, flipflops, and metal detectors.

“I am not a bum!” complained Impy once more as he tossed away his metal detector only for it to go off where it landed. Rushing over, he started to dig in the sand. “Sweet! Found a quarter!”

“Whoo hoo!” cheered Gargomon as he led a group of his Terriermon straight at the waves. “Time for some bun surfing!”

“I hope we aren’t imposing too much on you,” Bearmon told Datyr.

“Nah, it’s cool man,” he smiled. “I’ve been itching to have some beach fun and now we can have a fun party. I should probably just check my body to make sure it is safe.”

“Impy gave you a handlebar mustache on your face and door knockers on your moobs,” Bunzae told him.

“Hahahah!!!” laughed Datyr heartily. “Nice. I think I might have to put my search on hold for a while and enjoy some vacation time with you guys. This place you found truly is great, Bearmon!”

“Yeah,” agreed Bearmon seeing all his friends having fun playing in the water and on the sand. “It’s great. I wonder where Greg’s exploits have taken him. Hopefully not into too much trouble.”


There were many large cities all over the Digital World. Troy was one of them. It was one of the most bustling and peaceful out there, at least that’s how it looked on the surface. Beneath the sun, the blocks crawling with skyscrapers, apartment buildings, and countless Digimon it seemed like a lovely place to live, but the brighter the like, the greater the shadow it cast as well. Below the streets and even the subways, there was a hidden area most didn’t even know existed, the Virus District. It was like a magnet for the worst of the worst Digimon to swarm to, a blind spot that remained hidden from the general populace and even most members of law enforcement. Yet, the ones that did know found themselves powerless to act, knowing full well that if all the bad Digimon congregating there were suddenly stirred into a frenzy, the entire city was in danger of getting demolished in a war that would undoubtedly break out if any action was taken against them. With no other choice, it was left alone, allowing all manner of dark deals to be made and evil schemes to be hatched quietly and without incident.

In one particular joint down there, a place called Tera Bites, a certain red dino Digimon was not only a frequent eater at the place, but had also ended up a permanent resident, with his own booth he was seldom leave. This was mostly because it was too much effort to wedge his overweight body from his seat and lug it around, not that he had anywhere else in particular he felt like going when all he needed was provided for him. Day in and day out, he just passed the time chowing down on one plate of food after another, only expanding his waistline more and more as time continued on. He had started as quite a fatty when he first arrived, but now obese wasn’t even a proper term to describe the sheer imensity of his massiveness.

The Digimon was a Guilmon, the fattest one anyone had ever seen. He looked huge enough to outweigh a Growlmon. His gut was a large, doughy mess of white scales that oozed down his body, covering the edge of the table, the bench of either side of him, and the meaty thicks wobbly thighs that were his lap. That gut of his was even getting close to reaching the floor and was likely to make it in a matter of weeks, if not days. His belly tattoos were stretched, distorted, and partially lost in folds of fat, but it was still clear enough that it was the Digital Hazard mark.

The big, red dino’s moobs were like two plump pillows that he used as such when he slept. He simply leaned onto the table and rested his head upon the soft, fat-filled lumps. When he wasn’t eating or using them to cradle his head while he slept, the Guilmon often kept himself busy playing around with his moobs, making them bounce and jiggle or anything that often either amused or annoyed the other customers of this eating establishment.

This Guilmon’s butt was another side to behold, helping him fill up the entire booth and making him more wedged into his seat than his gut was managing alone. The tail of obese Digimon was buried behind it with only the tip poking out of the side of his rear. On the very rare occasions the Guilmon did get out, the padding on the seat was forever imprint by his overstuffed cheeks. His tail was also revealed to be quite thick and massive, not to mention far too heavy to do much beyond being dragged on the ground as he barely managed to waddle.

As for the dino’s limbs, they were thickened and smoothed with lard. That overabundance of fat covered over any trace of muscle on them. His legs were so thick that his thighs were constantly rubbing against one another. His arms were heavy to the point of being a burden to even lift them. They were typically left to rest atop his gut and only used when it was time to eat again.

His face was just as blubbery as the rest of him, with very doughy, round cheeks that drooped a bit from their own weight. He also possessed series of chins that ran down and covered over his neck. They resembled melting ice cream and doubled as a sort of zen waterfall as saliva seemed to endlessly cascade down them from his maw due to the Digimon’s endless hunger for whatever meal would be coming to him next.

Grabbing one of the meat on a bone from the plate before him, the Guilmon brought it to his fat face. His saliva production was already working at double speed after catching a whiff of the meat so close to his muzzle. It flooded out as he took his first big bite into it. Tearing a huge chunk of it off, he munched it up and swallowed before taking another bite and doing the same. A few more big chomps on the meat on a bone and it was reduced to just a bone. The Guilmon tossed it aside, adding it to the mound of bones from the ones he had already eaten and then grabbed another.

“Mmm, one hundred thirty-six down and three hundred sixty-four to go,” he chuckled. “Then I can move onto my next course.” Opening his maw, he sunk his teeth into his next meat on a bone.

“How is our favorite doomsday device enjoying his meal today?” asked a ghoulish Bakemon as he floated towards the glutton. “I trust everything is to our liking.”

“Oh, yeah,” he answered with a mouth muffled by food. “This is all great stuff.” He paused to swallow. “Gulp! But I think I’ve put on a bit of weight since I got here.”

“A bit?” laughed DemiDevimon as he perched atop of the Digmon’s gut. “We could fit three Guilmon’s in this gut of yours alone, fat stuff. I’d be surprised if you didn’t get permanently stuck in this booth after your meal today.”

“And whose fault would that be?” he asked before trying to grab at another meat on the bone, however it was just out of his reach. “It’s you guys who have been letting me eat and I’m not one to pass up on a meal.”

“Fair enough,” admitted DemiDevimon flying to pick up another piece of meat and drop it right into the pig of a Digimon’s maw. “But we need to take care of our not so little end of the world plot. That code pumping through your veins alongside the gravy that is your blood is precious to us and by extension, so are you. And, as long as you are on board with our plan, we’ll treat you like a king, a big, fat, gluttonous one.”

“I’m just in it for the food,” he admitted. “And because this code keeps nagging at me to do it. It’s like my impulse to make bad decisions was given a voice. I guess that’s how I somehow ended up in the most dangerous place in the Digital World with some of the most vile and evil Digimon coveting the 1’s and 0’s infused into my body and chomping at the bit to set it loose on our unsuspecting world.”

“And it’s almost a bit unnerving how nonchalant you’ve been about the whole thing since arriving,” admitted Bakemon. “Most would be soiling themselves to be in such a perilous situation, but you’ve been completely chill about it.”

“I’ll admit, I was a bit worried when I first got here, but when my stomach started to rumble and I was treated to my first meal here, I completely forgot about being so scared. I must say, your boss is quite the mon to be treating me to all the food I can eat. Heh, he’s probably regretting it by now considering what the bills must be from all these 24 hour binges I’ve been having.”

“The boss doesn’t mind,” stated DemiDevimon. “He says you’re an investment so long as you destroy this world he’ll feed you every day till then. We just need to get you back together with the rest of the code.”

“How’s that going, by the way?” wondered Greg. “It’s been forever since I last saw my old bud, Teddy. Is he well?”

“He’s been fine,” Bakemon answered. “He’s been causing some mayhem for a while thanks to his half of the code. Unfortunately, we’ve never had a good time to move in and nab him and just recently, he’s dropped off the radar entirely. Our field agents have been looking around and we hope to zero in on him within a month. Then, we’ll have both halves in our possession and two of you can finally reunite.”

“Great!” smiled Greg. “It’s been forever since we sat down together for a meal. I wonder if he still remembers he owes me one. Heh, he’ll be in tears when he finds out I can eat more than a squad of Tyrannomon now.”

“You could probably eat a Tyrannomon by this point,” laughed DemiDevimon.

“It’ll certainly be a reunion we’re all going to look forward,” agreed Bakemon. “And once you two say your hellos to each other, it’ll then be time to say goodbye to this world.”