The Dark Tyrannomon cried out as the attacks 
pounded on it’s thick leathery hide. With a final 
blast, the creature died from its wounds, 
exploding into data.

This was a normal occurrence in the digital 
world, either it be chosen related or just plain 
fighting amongst the species. But when the data 
started to spread out, it turned a pitch black as 
the attacker seemed to inhale the data, glowing 
with inky black power.

It smiled to itself. Just a matter of time.

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Digital Diaries : Adventures 2003

written by Shaun Garin

Set in Lord Archives Digimon Fanfiction, Red Digivice
Diaries/War Diaries

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File 09 : Questions, Answers

“This seems like the house,” Eric said. He had 
Lopmon perched on his shoulder as Raine 
unhooked the leash from Labramon’s collar and 
Lee watched his digimon juggle various items. 
Reaching up, Eric knocked at the door.

The door opened to reveal Renamon wearing an 
apron that read, “Kiss me, I’m a Digimon,” 
holding a spatula in one hand and wearing 
earphones attached to a Walkman. Strangely 
enough, she wore a tattered T-shirt and jean shorts, 
the Walkman strapped to her belt and her tail 
poking out of a hole made for it. “Hey there,” 
she greeted.

The effect of seeing a digimon dressed in clothes, 
an apron and wearing headphones was so strange, 
that the three started for a long moment.

Eric snickered as Lopmon fell off his shoulder 
howling in laughter. Raine and Labramon stared, 
Lee gaped and Sharmamon whistled in 
appreciation, grabbing Lee’s digital camera from
his hoodie pocket.

Renamon pouted. “What? I’m baking and I hate 
powder and stuff on my fur!” Her angry expression 
melted into a soft smile. “Okay kids, come inside. 
The others are already feasting on cookies and 
brownies.”

Renamon turned away as Sharmamon whistled 
again, getting a bonk on the head from a spatula 
thrown expertly behind her. “She’s more human 
than I thought.”

Lee rolled his eyes as he shed his shoes at the 
door as Sharmamon handed him back his digital 
camera. “She’s got good aim though.” He hid
a smirk as the group headed into the living room.

“That too.”

The kids and digimon ventured into the room 
where the sounds of fists connecting was heard. 
Eric looked in and his expression brightened. 
“All right! A PS2!”

Carter looked up from where he was playing 
against Bones. Sean had a sour look on his face 
as his opponent pummeled his fighter into 
submission. “Hey guys,” Carter greeted.

The kids sat down around the living room. 
Labramon curled up onto a pillow as Eric took 
the floor. Raine sank into a chair above him and 
Lee sat on the couch, folding his arms. 
Sharmamon finished his juggling and leapt up 
onto the couch, the springs jiggling with the 
impact. Penguinmon was polishing off the last of 
the first batch of cookies as he checked the
empty gallon jug for any more milk.

“We ready to start?” Lee asked. “I have some 
things to do later.”

Carter reached over and shut off the PS2. “Just 
wait a moment. Renamon and Hikaru are almost 
done baking.”

Soon, the pair entered carrying two trays of 
steaming chocolate chip cookies and double 
chocolate brownies. “Foods on,” Hikaru called 
out as they set it on the table.

As the brownies and cookies were passed out 
while Penguinmon scurried into the next room 
for some milk and glasses, Sean cleared his 
throat, getting attention. “Since you three are 
new, we decided to answer some questions of 
yours. Eric, why don’t you start?”

Eric nodded. “Um, first, are there anyone else 
like us in the world, or are we unique?”

“There’s roughly a couple hundred Chosen or 
Digi-destined. There doesn’t seem to be any 
distinction between the different titles.” Bones
replied.

Raine nodded. “Second question; has anyone 
died from doing this?”

Bones took in a sharp breath and let it out. “Well...
there was a recent death in the Brazil group, right 
Carter?”

The green haired teen nodded. “Heat of the battle.
There’s not much info released.”

“One out of almost two hundred? That’s less 
than half a percent,” Lee remarked.

“It is,” Hikaru said, nodding.

“How many levels of evolution are there?” Eric 
asked.

Carter checked his laptop. “According to the files 
Koushiro posted on his web page, there are eight 
stages, fresh, baby, second baby stage, rookie, 
champion, perfection, ultimate, stage seven and 
stage eight.”

“What’s a stage eight digimon?” Lopmon asked.

“A stage eight digimon is something like Imperial 
Dramon Paladin Mode,” Renamon answered. “It’s 
a really powerful ultimate digimon.”

“For any direct answers to the sheer power of a
stage eight, we’d have to ask Daisuke or Ken 
when they’re online. Unfortunately, it’s night there 
and are most likely asleep,” Penguinmon answered.

“Are there any others who have hit ultimate before?”
Raine asked.

“There are a few groups with ultimate levels such
as the Odaiba chosen and the London group.
I don’t check that often on the computer so I don’t
know how many groups have gotten to ultimate.”
Carter said.

“The three of us, Renamon, Patamon and I have
reached ultimate though,” Penguinmon said.

“Who was Patamon?” Eric asked.

Sean closed his eyes. “He was my partner.”

The implications of the statement hushed the younger
kids as Labramon fielded another question. “When 
did you three become chosen?”

“I’ll field this one,” Sean said. “It was November the 
first, just after Halloween night. That night had the 
weirdest light show in the night sky and it was still 
moderately warm out with no snow thankfully....”

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Sean looked up into the air as he stood in the middle 
of his lawn. “Wow, check it out,” he said to Carter 
who was tinkering with some electronics he had 
worked with.

“Big deal, it’s just the northern lights,” Carter said 
with a derisive sniff.

“I think it’s pretty,” Hikaru said as she swung on the 
old swings Sean’s grandfather had cobbled together 
out of a broken swing set and other such items he had 
scavenged.

“You would,” Carter said, earning a glare from the 
younger red haired girl. Hikaru stuck out her tongue 
at him.

Suddenly the air started to spin around, forming a hole 
in the folds of reality itself. “Guys?” Sean said, stepping 
back, “I think you should see this...”

“What now?” Carter looked up and blinked. “Holy...”

The hole was the size of a watermelon and growing 
at an exponential rate. From the vantage point of the 
three kids, they could see a large continent from high 
above, trees and fields outlined. In the distance, an 
active volcano, and a desert to the other end. 
“What is it?” Hikaru asked, a bit scared.

“I don’t know... it looks like...” Suddenly, a incredible 
wind picked up as Sean was hurled forwards into the 
portal.

Carter cried out his name but was too swept into 
the portal, closely followed by Hikaru.

The portal closed and reopened again, spitting out 
the kids, Sean sobbing madly, Hikaru’s arms wrapped 
around him as she hugged him tight.

“Patamon...” he cried before he lapsed into slumber 
from the stress of the last year and a half.

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“But I thought the digital world was synchronized 
with the real one,” Sharmamon said.

“It was at that point, but we were fighting him in a...
sort of buffer zone, a pocket dimention that
Pharaohmon had complete control over.”  Sean 
shook himself of the memories as he added,  
“Pharaohmon hid himself in a pocket dimention so 
that he could immediately take control of the digital 
world when it was being reformatted after Taichi 
and the others had fought Apoclyamon and the 
Dark Masters.”

“At the time, we didn’t know that the first odiaba 
group entered the digital world. It wasn’t until 
Jijimon, a ultimate class digimon informed us 
during the 02 invasion of different digimon. He 
helped us round up the digimon and send them all 
back just outside of Edmonton.”

“How many digimon were here in Edmonton?” 
Lopmon asked.

“There were about seven or eight. Small ones too, 
so it was harder to track them down as we scouted 
the area. Most of the United States, Europe, Asia 
and Australia were bombarded with huge amounts 
of digimon, thus, making a huge ruckus,” Renamon 
said as she took a cookie.

“A month later, Sean met up with a guy named 
Hank and his crew of Oklahoma Digi-destined 
when Sean went down for his grandpa’s funeral,” 
Carter added. “And by then, I had stumbled upon 
Koushiro’s web page detailing the chosen and the 
message board. So we knew we were not alone.”

“And we’ve been living with our partners for about 
three months now,” Penguinmon said. “Since the 
02 invasion, we stayed with our partners.”

The three younger chosen nodded. “Okay, 
another thing,” Lee said. “You mentioned a perfection 
level. Is it hard to get to perfection?”

The three exchanged glances as Hikaru said slowly, 
“Well... we haven’t heard of a chosen or 
digi-destined that has achieved perfection without 
being in a life or death situation. Renamon hit 
Taomon when we were facing off against Skull 
Satamon. The others were down and I couldn’t 
bear to see her get hurt.”

“Who was the easiest?” Labramon asked.

“That would be me, and easiest is a relative term, 
considering the stupidity of the situation,” Carter 
said. “Penguinmon and I just had an argument 
with the others and we wound up facing off against 
Cherrymon who was rampaging all across the 
digital world. Penguinmon achieved perfection. It 
became kinda redundant to evolve as Parrotmon 
found a row of Flymon’s stingers imbedded in 
Cherrymon’s bark.”

“Patamon never evolved to Perfection until 
Pharaohmon nearly killed us the first time,” Sean 
said. “And even then, his perfection form, Cyber 
Dramon was barely able to beat him back.”

“Pharaohmon was an ancient digimon, even older 
than the Dark Masters,” Renamon said. “Jijimon 
said that he came to power but rather than conquer 
the digital world right off the bat, he deemed to 
gather power and store it away. When we did 
beat him, it was a lucky shot.”

“A lucky shot that got Patamon killed,” Sean said 
sadly. Hikaru patted him on the shoulder.

Carter took up the narration. “According to Jijimon 
who was active sometime after Piemon dealt with the 
Seekers and the four digital gods, Pharaohmon had 
hidden away, gathering incredible amounts of power. 
It was said that he had the ability to load data from 
digimon who he killed, absorbing it and becoming 
stronger with each one. When we fought him for the
last time in the dimensional gates, it was a sheer fluke 
that he couldn’t absorb Patamon’s data, and he 
himself overloaded from the immense power of 
God Dramon.”

“God Dramon scattered Pharaohmon’s data to 
the four corners of reality and the dimensions, and 
told us to leave. Bones didn’t want to go but the 
dimentional gate was becoming unstable. We had 
to leave or else be swept away in a wild energy 
nexus into another reality all together.” Hikaru 
sighed as she played with the end of her long 
braid. “It was hard for all of us. Renamon and 
Penguinmon went one way, we went the other.”

“So basically, there can be a chance that we’ll
get hurt physically and emotionally,” Sharmamon
said.

“Yeah. Any more questions?”

After a moments pause, the three shook their
heads as Hikaru nodded and stood up. “If you
kids need anything, just call.”

Carter then snapped his fingers as he dug into his
backpack. “Oh, I almost forgot. Here. You’ll 
need these.” He then placed down three
thin gray boxes.

Eric picked up the box and flipped it open. A 
low buzzing sound was heard as he looked at 
the readouts. “Hey, this is neat.” He aimed it at 
Lopmon as it displayed his stats, attacks, data 
size and such.

“That’s a special tricorder. Koushiro sent me the
program for his digi-analyzer and I made it into
hand held tricorders,” Carter explained. “It took
me a month to make all of them.”

“Take time, multiply by four and add two,” Sean 
joked as Carter glared at him, the others laughing. 
He changed his voice to a Scottish burr as he said 
pompously, “How can I maintain my reputation as 
a miracle worker?”

Lee shook his head, smiling. “Well, I have to get 
going. Sharmamon and I have to clean the house; 
mom won’t let grandpa do it even though he’s 
more athletic than both of us.”

“Me too. I have supper waiting at home.” Eric
grinned. “It’s KFC night.”

“I’ll stay here and learn about the equipment,”
Raine said, punching buttons on the tricorders.

Sean nodded. “All right. If you guys need anything 
else, we’re be here.”

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Eric’s Journal Entry

No matter how much I look up to the older group
of digi-destined, I can’t help but wonder how they
can stay cheerful all this time.

I’m still assaulted with the memory of Ice Devimon.
No one in my group has killed yet save for me.
And that’s a fact that will haunt me for a long while.

I feel sorry for Sean, loosing his digimon. If I lost
Lopmon, I would feel horrible, broken up for
ages. I can’t imagine life without Lopmon anymore.
Even though I have to hide him from my parents.

Somehow, I still wonder how this will all end.

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Authors notes : It just keeps on going and going...

This was a q and a thing to bring out the past of 
the previous group. Also, I needed Carter to give
the second chosen group their equipment.


Carters Files

Name : Eric Stewart
Age : 11
Grade : 5
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Brown
Voice Actor : (Dubbed Li Sayoran, first half of US CCS)

Name : Lopmon
Age : ??
Coloring : Brown and Pink
Voice Actor : Lopmon (Dubbed Kero, CCS)
Voice Actor : Wendigomon and higher evaluations
(dubbed Keroberos, CCS)

Both are highly energetic characters, both love anime,
food, sweets, sports and are rather emotional when
someone gets hurt.

Eric has both a mother and father, no siblings. The
parents run a card shop/anime store which helps them
be well off, considering the increasing anime culture
and the rabid otakus who spend too much on the
toys, cards and anime that they get in every week.

Lopmon HATES being mistaken for a bunny type
digimon, and will gladly go postal on the person...