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The following chapter contains DiD. Digimon Tamers and its characters are properties of Toei Animation.
When Renamon finally stirred back awake, she felt something smoothly running across her body. She was lying on something rubbery, an uneven floor that was shifting and sliding beneath her.
When she finally saw what it was, she grunted and scrambled herself up. She had been resting on a massive blanket of those all-too-familiar red tentacles, happily swimming in their own scarlet pool at her feet. The last events of her memory came flooding back to her, including that traumatic capture at the hands of the D-Reaper.
She instantly tried to gauge her new surroundings. The yellow fur on her body went completely stiff when she saw that she was in some sort of large, spacious, spherical chamber, seemingly made up entirely of those same red tentacles sprawled out over the entire interior surface. Some of them were lying still, some moved around, but all of them worked to paint the area in an ominous blood-red.
"The D-Reaper sees Renamon is awake," that mysterious voice from earlier boomed into the chamber.
Renamon, startled, twisted herself around, trying to identify the source of the voice. She found none, the sphere appearing empty save for the tentacles. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, echoing throughout.
"Where am I?" Renamon firmly demanded. "What is this place?"
The voice of the D-Reaper simply responded in its cold, calculating tone. "The D-Reaper thought it had found and taken every Digimon of this world. But then the D-Reaper found you wandering. This is very beneficial."
Renamon's lips curled back in fury. Out of rage-filled instinct, she brought her clenched fists together and spread her arms to fire a flurry of diamonds at the wall of tendrils before her.
But her mouth went agape when nothing happened. No shards came. She just descended back down, uselessly.
No ... the vixen thought, panicking internally.
"Renamon's attacks do not work here," the D-Reaper said. "The D-Reaper has taken that from you."
Renamon tried the same move again, but still had no luck. As her feet touched back down on the slithering floor, she dashed to the nearest wall. Desperately, she pried tentacles aside, trying to power her way through to hopefully break free of this hellish chamber. But the tentacles simply moved back into place.
Further, other tentacles began slithering across the sphere towards her feet. They gripped her ankles and climbed up her legs, ripping her away from the wall. Renamon managed to avoid collapsing as she brought a paw to the floor, trying to pry them off with the other. But getting rid of one opened up the door for another to replace it. They coiled around her stomach, arms, and neck, and each attempt to claw them away proved futile with the seemingly endless supply of tentacles in here.
"How ..." Renamon asked amid her struggling, just a hint of her fear creeping into her voice. "What are you?"
"The D-Reaper doesn't know where it came from," the voice replied. "Only what it must do: destroy. All that which has exceeded growth beyond its allotted space must be destroyed. The D-Reaper knows that this means Digimon, and has data to suggest humanity as well."
"What are you talking about?!" Renamon shouted, tugging her arms in the tentacles and pulling her legs in the waves of shifting red.
The D-Reaper clearly had enough of her questioning, for it brought up another tentacle to gag the wrapped-up vixen's mouth.
"Gummmph!" Renamon shouted. She reached up to yank the tendril off, but it just tightened its grip to the point of hurting her, along with the rest of the tentacles. "Nnmngh!!"
They then began to glow a bright orange. Renamon cried out through the gag as she felt a burning sensation course through her body. She fought harder to untangle herself, but the D-Reaper summoned more tentacles in response. They wrapped her upper body in a cocoon, messily overlapping without any pattern, bringing everything onto her until she found herself pulled to her knees. Renamon moaned and thrusted herself in the bonds, trembling and shaking as they squeezed tighter.
"Grmmmh ... Hrrrmmph ..."
Finally, it stopped, and the glowing faded. Renamon fought to keep herself upright, hunched over and breathing heavily through her nose with muffled pants.
"Subject analyzed," the D-Reaper uttered methodically. "Less data than previously hypothesized. Has failed to evolve past Ultimate level. Failed. Failed. Failed ..."
Renamon didn't know why this ... thing was repeating that word over and over. But it mixed the salt further into the wound that was her inability to move past the mentioned milestone.
"Mrrumh ..."
"But still sufficient," the D-Reaper said. Then, it seemed to address Renamon directly again. "Renamon is still of value."
"Vrmruh phurmrunh?!" Renamon tried to question her captor, but it was nothing but a smothered mess. She felt her heels and shins be constricted together, prompting her to squirm even more as she was put in even greater bondage by these coils.
"Confirmation: humans must be deleted. The D-Reaper is in their world now. The D-Reaper will destroy them all."
A muffled gasp and widened eyes were Renamon's only capable response to that. It was already in the human world?! But it was here ... So it was in multiple places at once? Or was it duplicating? How would it have crossed between worlds in the first place?
... How powerful was this entity?
And ... if it got to the human world ... the destruction it could cause ... the people it could hurt or kill ...
... Rika ...
"Nh ... Nmmh!!" she growled viciously through the gag. She tugged her bound arms against the coils, tossing her upper body to loosen her bindings!
I need to get out of here now! she thought. I can't sit by and let it do this!! Everyone, human and Digimon, was in more danger than they probably knew. Despite her limited knowledge, that much was explicitly clear. She needed to get to Rika! She couldn't let her down! Not when she needed her the most!
"Foreign data detected," the D-Reaper said. "Renamon has a connection to the human world. It is unfamiliar to the D-Reaper's nature." It spoke with a seeming sense of genuine curiosity, wanting to pry for greater information to further understand the unknown.
"The D-Reaper sees a female child."
"Nnnh ..." The mere mention of Rika from this beast spiked her fear up even more.
"Scanning Renamon's mind ... Source detected."
Suddenly, right before her eyes, Renamon was being transported.
Not in actuality, but within her mind. It started out as a projection, but it quickly surrounded her, and each of her senses adjusted to whatever new setting the D-Reaper was showing her.
It was fuzzy at first. But as it cleared up, it showed a city under attack.
Her city.
It was covered by the same pink barrier that had been over the Digital World. Buildings were similarly taken over by red and black as well. More of the D-Reaper's little minions, both familiar and unfamiliar to Renamon, were running amok throughout the city. This time, however, they were led by thin red cables attached to their backs. The D-Reaper's reach didn't seem to be as omnipotent in the real world, lending credence to the notion of it being a digital entity.
But those thoughts were second to Renamon as soon as she saw an achingly familiar red-haired girl fleeing from the chaos.
"Rigmh!!" Renamon shouted. "Nomph! Mrnnph hermmo-nnngh!!"
The tentacles then shoved and pinned Renamon down onto her stomach. As the gagged vixen let out muffled roars, the D-Reaper buried her under layer upon layer of its tendrils. Some wrapped around her to make her cocoon heavier, while others served as blankets to pile over her. Her struggling soon couldn't even be seen, only indicated by the little pushes from underneath the building floor.
But she herself could still see what was happening in the real world, further fueling her efforts.
A gargantuan, towering life form was emerging from inside the sludge. It was a tower of countless cords, optic fibers, and wires, so massive that the skyscrapers caught up in it looked like small toys, being raised up with ease. It wore a mask on its "head" that looked down on its destructive work. Tentacles wrapped around and raised the buildings, with others covered completely, placing the entire city under the D-Reaper's reign of terror.
Judging by the sensation of being elevated herself, the thrashing Renamon could surmise that the same thing was happening here in the Digital World.
But that hardly mattered to her. What mattered was the human world, and what would become of Rika. It mortified the loyal Digimon to know that she wasn't there to help her partner. She could see her still fleeing for her life, with no one around to protect her. She could be dead within the next minute! Or even if she escaped, the D-Reaper's consumption could spread until it found her!
"Data extracted from Renamon," the D-Reaper uttered. "Threshold reached. Ultimate form initiated."
"Nhommh!!" came a muted cry from underneath the blanket of coils.
Rika!!
Days went by.
Days inside this red, spherical prison. Days of being subjected to the slimy grasps of these scarlet tentacles, forced into any number of positions and unable to move, sometimes at all. Days of being helpless to do a single thing as the D-Reaper ravaged the world, getting ever closer to its ultimate goal of destroying every living thing in the human and digital world.
And days of Renamon's strength being slowly, gruelingly chipped away at. Not just the strength of her body - as heavily as that had been drained - but the strength of her soul.
The D-Reaper was learning all of Renamon's history as it probed her mind. Each day, it learned more about all that she had been through, at least since becoming a partner to a human. From it, it gained knowledge to aid in its destructive conquest, data from her form to fuel its power ... and it beared witness to the Digimon's feelings. Feelings which were clearly foreign to the D-Reaper. It was unable to make sense of them as it rummaged through Renamon's mind against her will.
But the D-Reaper was nonetheless smart enough to figure out how to use them. It managed to very quickly deduce that whatever they were, they could be exploited to make the vixen in its clutches weaker, and thus easier to continuously extract data out of.
And it started from the beginning ...
"Renamon knows her strength was always fading," the D-Reaper said on the first day. "The D-Reaper sees it."
"Rrrmmm ..." Renamon growled, held by the wrists and ankles, still gagged.
Suddenly, tentacles from the ceiling wormed their way down to the vixen. She brought her coiled hands in front of her to prepare to defend herself, but they merely circled wide, sideways and diagonally, and wound themselves around her chest, pinning her forearms parallel against it.
More tentacles came to wrap her legs together, and then lifted her up into the air. The tentacles around her legs shortened themselves so that she ended up upside-down.
"Mmrmm!" Renamon shouted as she was handled. The tentacles around her upper body let go, but it was just so that more could come from the ceiling to bind it in the same way. When they were done, she was left suspended in a web of tendrils, swaying back and forth as she squirmed around uselessly.
... Suspended just like ...
"I always love a meal that fights," a voice rang out in the sphere.
I know that voice ... Renamon thought. No ... it can't be ...
It was the voice of the Dokugumon she'd fought, so many weeks back.
Just like that, she was sent a vision of that memorable day. Her first time being captured and truly helpless. It played out in its entirety, with her forced to play the same role. None of the nasty little details were spared: being wrapped in clinging, sticky silk, barely able to move or breathe; Rika coming and ending up trapped with her; digivolving for the first time to break free ... and the reason she was able to do it.
"Because ... you showed that you care for me," her own voice uttered.
That was where it ended ... or so she'd assumed. Until she both heard and saw Rika say something in response.
"I cared because I'd die without you. Really, you relied on my feelings to save yourself? You couldn't do it on your own?"
"Nrrrrnngh ..."
Renamon snarled as the memory faded there. As she struggled in the tentacles, which held her identically to how she'd been wrapped up in those webs, she shook her head vehemently.
That's ... that's not what happened!
She knew that last part had to have been a fabrication. But ... did the D-Reaper even have that ability to weave false illusions?
Yes, of course it was fake! She knew what she remembered! She wouldn't let this machine fool her like that!
On the second day, Renamon had to fight to keep herself conscious at points. The tentacles' grip hadn't budged. If anything, she could have sworn they were gradually getting a little tighter over time. She was getting hot, her fur not allowed to breathe underneath the red constriction, and her body had gotten stiff as the blood rushing to her head made her dizzy.
Finally, she was released and sent dropping down. It was very short-lived relief, however, as she was caught by more tentacles beneath her. These ones put her in another sort of cocoon, wrapping her completely from the shoulders to the ankles, as well as her neck and mouth. They were much neater this time; they all worked as a single unit to collectively form one massive makeshift tentacle, coiling around her like a giant red serpent.
They lifted her up together, and she kicked her bound legs around as she gave out muffled snarls.
The D-Reaper then took her back to another memory.
The day she was captured by Sandiramon, taken to Vajramon, and made an offer to fight on their side against the humans. An offer that she had instantly and thoroughly turned down. Or at least as much as she could, given the heavy white coil squeezing up her mouth, while the rest of her body was crushed in the massive grip of that beast all over again.
She recalled being rescued ... but she didn't remember it taking as long as it was in this memory. It felt like hours were passing, wearing her down as Sandiramon continuously toyed with her and Vajramon made many an unwanted advance.
And yet, no one was coming.
"Tell me, where'd your little girl run off to today, hmm? Some 'partner', leaving you behind like that." Vajramon's voice rang out in her ears, courtesy of the D-Reaper's replication of it.
Surely enough, Takato and Henry came with their Digimon and ultimately got her out of that mess. But ...
Rika! She was there, too! I remember ... I digivolved again because of her ... I know I got that far at least ... Didn't I?
But there was no sign of her, nor Renamon's digivolution into Taomon. The memory just skipped ahead to the defeat of Vajramon and Sandiramon, apparently entirely thanks to her rescuers.
At this point, Renamon was under such terrible, continuous constriction and isolation for so long that everything was beginning to blend together. She still believed that her initial memories were correct. But it was becoming more and more of a stretch to hold onto that faith. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and they were starting to bud.
"The D-Reaper cannot comprehend why Renamon would reject that Digimon's offer," the D-Reaper apparently felt obliged to share its opinion on the event. "Growing stronger to destroy is the D-Reaper's only purpose. There is nothing else.
Nothing else ...
Nothing else ...
The third day came, and Renamon's eyelids were heavy. She'd passed out a few times, unable to withstand what she was being put through.
"Mmmm ..." she murmured in the snake-shaped mass of tentacles. She was still floating, but her shoulders slumped above the bonds, and her bound legs dangled limply beneath her, only sometimes putting up any sort of a fight.
As the toll grew on the poor yellow vixen, she was beginning to wonder why she was still bothering to keep herself going. What was it going to do? Extend her suffering even more? She would constantly have to keep telling herself that she was buying time for the D-Reaper to somehow be taken down. But every time she did so, she was less convinced than before.
Tentacles moved again. From above and below, they came together to create a hulking pillar. Renamon was dragged over to it, only having so much in her to resist. Her arms were set free by the tendrils, only for her forearms to be painfully gripped and yanked up above her head, bound to the pillar. Her flailing legs were separated from one another, but then wrapped individually, again being pinned to the tentacle-made structure.
This was accompanied by yet another projection of her memories, the last time she was bound and gagged in this pose.
Her capture from IceDevimon. He'd encased her in bitterly-cold ice, slowly freezing the life out of her. He'd wanted to destroy Renamon to have Rika to himself as his partner.
"You'll see that she's obsolete," his voice stated to the girl.
Renamon yanked her arms and grunted, but the tentacles pulled back, with a few more slithering down them and resting gently on her shoulders. Renamon moaned and shook her head in disgust.
But as the memory played along, the sensation of the tentacles was nothing compared to her inner turmoil from what she was seeing out of Rika.
Her partner was considering IceDevimon's proposition. Genuinely considering it. Weighing the option of tossing Renamon aside for the Digimon who had bested her.
No ... What are you doing?! Renamon's thoughts cried in disbelief.
How could she even be thinking about this?! That wasn't who she was! Not anymore! At least, that's what Renamon thought she'd remembered.
And yet, she was seeing it before her very eyes.
The memory then skipped ahead to the ending. IceDevimon had apparently been destroyed, but Rika didn't look happy about it as she blasted Renamon with those four painfully familiar words.
"I don't need you!!"
That phrase was echoed in the D-Reaper's core. Over and over and over.
"Rika doesn't need Renamon," the D-Reaper said, its voice as cruelly monotonous as ever. "No one needs Renamon."
"DOMHH!!" Renamon screamed past the tentacles. Her chest flared out as her body thrashed to escape. More tentacles came to further restrict her. They crawled up her legs, around her waist, up her stomach. From above, more covered up the white fur on her chest, before coiling around her head.
They squeezed with all their might. So much so that Renamon's body gave out, and she collapsed with a muffled scream.
One thought permeated before she slipped away.
Rika ... How could you??
Unbeknownst to her, Renamon woke back up on her fourth day in captivity.
She was barely fighting now. Still strung up on that makeshift pillar, she would occasionally wriggle or tug a limb, but rarely anything more than that. Her gagged face was facing the floor, her head hanging low.
She was in such a feeble state that she took a few seconds to register being dropped onto the tentacle-covered ground. As the pillar was taken apart, tentacles came from the left and right to bind her upper arms to her sides and wrap her legs individually. Thinner tentacles got into the crevices of her toes, ears, and fingers, crawling all along her sleek body.
"Grmmhph," Renamon garbled.
From there, she was lifted up and pulled back and forth between two sides. The tentacles on the left would let their lengths go slack as the others pulled, and then vice versa. It gave the impression that they were all fighting over their prized little fox ...
Which of course came with the memories of the Parasimon attack, and how she'd hit her lowest point ever: almost killing Rika. She hadn't been in control of her body, but it didn't matter to her. The vision the D-Reaper was projecting onto her showed the damage that had been done. Rika fled from her, screaming at her to stay away, wanting to get as far from her as possible even after she was no longer possessed.
The vision skipped ahead to Renamon perched on that tree at Rika's house. She watched alone as Rika's friends ate, not feeling right about joining in. The girl herself was about to head in, before Renamon heard her own voice call out to her.
"Rika ... I ... I'm so sorry."
But Rika didn't acknowledge her in any way. She just closed the door and went back inside like she hadn't even heard her.
Renamon didn't blame her in the slightest. With disgrace after disgrace on her part, this latest one almost being the death of her, Renamon understood why Rika wanted nothing to do with her anymore. The Digimon served no true purpose to her, and had completely and permanently undone the connection they'd worked so hard to build.
There was still a sliver of her decaying mind that asked if that was really true. Did Rika really feel so dismissive of her after everything they'd been through? Was she really through with her?
But that sliver was dwindling by the minute.
"The D-Reaper doesn't desire your emotions," the life-form holding her said.
Renamon didn't even have it in her to growl in defiance anymore.
"The D-Reaper knows its purpose. Renamon has none. Renamon has no one. Renamon made sure of that."
I know, Renamon thought to herself.
She was a fool to think anything could come from this relationship. She let herself grow these feelings of friendship and trust for her human, and they proved to be for nothing in the end.
She slumped as she was continuously yanked back and forth. Her eyes closed, and she whimpered past the gagging coils.
She couldn't bring herself to even hate the prospect of being here forever anymore.
On the fifth day, rather than reliving the past, Renamon was forced to witness the present.
She saw the damage the D-Reaper had done. Almost half of the Digital World was laid to complete waste. What was once the treacherous landscape Renamon had wandered through prior to her abduction was now completely barren and desolate, with every form of digital life gone. Everything surrounding it was now under the D-Reaper's dome of sludge, in the process of meeting the same fate.
In the human world, things weren't quite so bleak, but they were on their way there.
"The D-Reaper will soon be unstoppable. It will be everywhere, everything."
But Renamon, selfishly, could only focus on what the D-Reaper showed her former tamer doing. Or rather, what she wasn't doing.
She wasn't trying to fight for her. She wasn't showing any signs of pain or turmoil over her loss. Instead, she was on a beach, isolated from any danger in a region the D-Reaper hadn't gotten to yet. She was sitting on a rock around the shallow ocean's edge, elbows on her knees, a totally blank look on her face.
She didn't look like she thought anything was wrong at all. All this time, nothing about Renamon's disappearance upset her.
It didn't even register to Renamon that she was missing the context, such as why Rika was there or what she had been doing in the days beforehand. It didn't matter that Rika was the kind of girl to hide what she was really feeling a lot of the time. In Renamon's worn, tired mind, drained from days of being slowly torn down physically and psychologically by this heartless, soulless artificial intelligence, she saw nothing in these visions but confirmations of the terrible truth she had come to realize in her captivity.
The vision faded, but Rika's voice still dully rang out.
"I don't care anymore. I don't even want her. Why bother trying to go after her?"
Was that really what Rika had said, or merely what the D-Reaper was saying in her voice? To Renamon, it had to be the former. That's what her heart told her. And so, as reality continued to blur, that's all she could know.
There was still a tiny bit of fight left in the vixen on the sixth day.
As she lay on her knees, her arms outstretched and wrapped to the floor with her chest and mouth covered, she would give a little shift every now and then. A muffled grunt here and there would sometimes slip out of the bright red coils, and even her tail, now with a lone tentacle gripping it uncomfortably, would swish about trying in vain to shake it off.
Even though there was nothing left for her, Renamon didn't want to meet her end in here.
The D-Reaper sensed that. And it resolved, in its own way, to remove even that ounce of resilient self-preservation.
"Renamon still wants to leave. The D-Reaper must show why Renamon shouldn't."
Renamon was once again wrapped in a shoulder-to-ankle cocoon. The tentacles then proceeded to slowly pull her down, submerging her body beneath the several feet of crawling tendrils. Unable to use her arms, she twisted herself to stop her descent. But it went even faster once additional tentacles spread out over the floor, filling it up and rising at an alarming rate.
It stopped when she was up to her neck in the twisting coils. As they caressed and gently coiled around her face, she tried to growl, but it sounded closer to a sad mewl unbecoming of the warrior.
"Alternate outcome processed. The D-Reaper knows Renamon's future should Renamon escape. The deviation in the timeline. Renamon will see now."
And Renamon saw, indeed, as she was plundered into another vision.
This was one she had no memory of at all. The D-Reaper denied her the knowledge of what had led her to this point. It even made her forget that she was even in its clutches, forget that it was even a vision and not happening right in the moment.
All she knew was that she was now in a desert ...
Hours of traveling across an arid, barren desert had taken their toll on a certain yellow Digimon. Her fur felt close to getting singed by the hot sun beaming down. Her two white feet ached from carrying her graceful body over miles of soft, unstable sand. Her purple-clad arms did their best to shield her face from the gusts of sand blowing onto her. Any form of life around her had been scarce, just the occasional small Digimon scurrying on by.
The vision proceeded uninterrupted from there. Much to Renamon's utter horror as it played out.
Wandering through some mysterious temple in search of a way home. Narrowly and persistently avoiding death countless times. Confronting those Mummymons even after they managed to mummify her. Thinking that she'd finally found some success even while still bound and gagged ... and being foolish enough to let it be ripped away as she was dragged into a pit of quicksand.
Surely to her death. She saw no possible way she could have gotten out of that.
And thus the yellow, fiery Digimon disappeared. The ripples of the quicksand became invisible, as she was dragged down deeper and deeper ...
... Then it all went black ...
The shaken Renamon was then snapped back to the present ...
Renamon was usually a composed, very level-headed Digimon. She was rarely that expressive, always keeping a steady voice and almost regal composure, even in combat. To a point where many mistook her for not having any emotions at all. Even she initially didn't put much stock into the notion of having any. But they were there; she just didn't make them outward or apparent, to an even greater degree than her tamer.
So, when she felt herself shaking so deeply, her heart pounding so violently, her narrow eyes brimming with as much despair as any living being could portray, it was all a fairly new experience for her. Even with all the perils she'd faced.
It got even worse as the tentacles pulled her head down underneath their pool, smothering and swallowing her up entirely just like the quicksand, with just barely enough space for her to breathe.
Surely, no one could blame her for such a visceral reaction. She had just been convinced that even if she did somehow escape this horrible, taunting prison of tentacles and misery, she would meet a fate just as gruesome. Forced to suffocate under what could have been dozens of meters of quicksand, over several long, agonizing minutes, wrapped up in stiflingly constrictive bandages. And after she had fought so hard to get to that point, persevering through what almost anyone would have said were impossible odds.
But like everything else, it didn't matter how hard she tried. It still ended in disaster.
If she failed to get out of here, she would die under the grasp of the D-Reaper's countless tentacles. If she succeeded, she would die under the grasp of bandages and sand.
And either way, no one would know what happened. No one would find her.
And, she fully believed by now, no one would care.
Thus bringing Renamon to now.
A full week of being shown the failures, regrets, and hurt of her past, present, and even potential future. Being mentally tortured by constant, relentless reminders of everything she was unable to do and be. Being physically tortured by the numerous, disgusting tentacles constantly crawling all over her to bind and gag the yellow vixen in different, equally unpleasant ways. Right now, they had her arms bound behind her back, winding up to her shoulders to put them in a strained position, while her legs were bound up at the ankles and knees.
The D-Reaper was growing stronger. Renamon could see it connecting with D-Reaper copies all over the world, all joining together to become one. It was resulting in massive heat waves that were starting to melt the polar ice caps, opening the door for even greater global devastation.
Additionally, Renamon was growing weaker. Everything had become a blur. A blur that she had no means of clearing up. Nor, as the onslaught of grief and depression gripped her like the tentacles, any intention of trying to clear up.
What was the point, she thought. What did she have? She was no partner or protector to Rika. She was no friend to her, or really anyone. The two of them had hit too many snags that couldn't be overcome, and Renamon knew that it was entirely her own fault for not living up to what her human wanted or needed. She didn't consider herself particularly close to any of the other allies she had either, so what did that leave her with?
As if she could even have the chance to find out. She saw what would happen if she tried, her sinking fate should she get out of here. She might as well spare herself that downfall and false hope, and instead simply waste away in the core of her captor.
The D-Reaper knew all of this, even if it couldn't properly understand her plight. And as it continued to fuel these terrible thoughts, it kept Renamon thinking that she was responsible for all of them.
"The D-Reaper has learned all it needs to about Digimon from Renamon."
She slumped down as the tentacles crawled around her continuously. As she fully expected to remain, for whatever was left of her life.
It was all she was good for ...
... That's when the shaking started.
The entire core shook violently like an earthquake. The tentacles all around began flailing, squirming around in a blind panic.
"Interference! The D-Reaper is under attack!" the D-Reaper came the closest it could to shouting.
The tendrils holding Renamon let her out of their grasp. Her body collapsed onto the floor, but barely moved outside of that. She was too numb to even acknowledge her freedom.
As the sphere continued to shake, the D-Reaper rambled on about some sorts of probabilities, executions of backup plans, trying to make sense of whatever was disrupting it. But Renamon didn't even pay any mind to it, even as the tentacles wound around her again to try and regain control. They held her in the center and lifted her up, her arms outstretched and pulled to either side to suspend her, while her legs were once again wrapped together.
All while Renamon let it happen, slumped like a lifeless ragdoll.
That is, until the D-Reaper, in its malfunctioning state, inadvertently began playing more visions for Renamon to take part in. Though all but fully checked out from everything around her, the neutral expression on her gagged face looked up to at least observe what unfolded before her.
She saw the human world. Takato, Henry, and other tamer allies had entered the D-Reaper there, biomerged with their Digimon. They mentioned some sort of cards they had which allowed them to stay biomerged while inside, as the D-Reaper apparently had the ability to cancel it out otherwise. The D-Reaper had opened up a wormhole, connecting it to its Digital World counterpart. From it emerged a massive abomination, a mountain of red strands with sickled arms and a giant mouth. D-Reaper agents attacked from it, but the tamers were able to take them down as Gallantmon ran up the giant abomination that apparently housed that D-Reaper's mind. Just as he destroyed the head with an energy wave, the sphere Renamon was in shook even more violently. This indicated that Renamon was currently observing the present in real time.
The heroes were gaining ground. Renamon didn't know what their plan was, but the D-Reaper was suddenly struggling, needing to put up a true fight for the first time in order to maintain its dwindling control.
If only Renamon could bring herself to feel any form of hope from this.
"The D-Reaper is losing connection with its counterpart. Attempting re-stabilization."
Just as Gallantmon flew up to the destroyed D-Reaper head, the vision then changed, again without the D-Reaper meaning to do so.
And Renamon saw Rika again.
She was in some unfamiliar house, presumably in the same area as in the other visions Renamon saw of her. She was sitting on a couch, watching the battle against the D-Reaper unfold on the television in front of her. She looked like she was trying to keep calm, but the worry and fear were still plain to see on her face.
Her mother - someone Renamon had never properly met - was sitting next to her, hand on her shoulder in comfort.
"They're going to win," she said softly to her daughter.
Rika nodded halfheartedly. "I believe you. But ..."
The girl's next words brought the first true reaction out of Renamon in over a day.
"We still couldn't find Renamon. What if she's still alive in another D-Reaper? If we destroy it, we could kill her! She'll ... w-what if she's already ..."
As Rika's mother pulled her in for a hug, Renamon saw tears begin to stream down the girl's face. It was something she had never seen in her tamer before. She wrapped her arms around her mother, who soothingly rubbed her hands down her back. Renamon felt a brief spark of longing to be there herself, just to offer some words of comfort to the distressed child. But of course, had she been there, Rika wouldn't even have a reason to be crying.
... Wait ... She was upset over her. Upset over not having her Digimon there with her, not knowing if she was even alive. But ... in Renamon's visions, the opposite was shown as true. They showed that she didn't care about her. They showed that she hated her ...
What did that mean ...
"I want her back, Mom. I just want my friend back," Rika whimpered into her mother's shoulder.
Deep within Renamon's soul, she felt something start building up. Like one domino tipping over to take down all the others, that one moment set everything off, little by little. She could finally feel the beating of her own heart, could finally feel that heavy hollowness beginning to erode away.
"I know how much you've missed her," Rika's mother replied. "Heaven knows I practically had to drag you away from going back to find her yourself."
The conversation carried on, but Renamon needed to hear no more after that.
In spite of how much tighter the tentacles were getting due to the D-Reaper's concerns, Renamon was feeling freer by the second.
Everything became clear. Her jumbled, distorted, altered memories rearranged themselves back into their proper place, and reality was restored in her mind. Everything that had happened, both the good and the bad, came crashing back into her as the dam of her reminiscence burst open. Much of it shameful and sad, yes. But this latest vision, this one glimpse of the person who meant more to her than any other living being, was enough to light the spark that reminded her of what she had to fight for.
And, more importantly, how it was not only not out of reach, but had always been closer than she'd ever realized. Even after all the setbacks they'd been through.
The grief that the D-Reaper had been feeding her all this time ... that wasn't where it ended for her. Her captor had been lying to her, twisting her negative feelings to make her believe with all her heart that she was nothing but a broken tool.
But she was more than that.
And now, she had more fight in her than ever to prove it.
"Rrrruuummmggghhh!!"
And so she struggled. Harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her long, thin, yet powerful arms pulled, stretching to their absolute limits against their bonds. The toned muscles on her legs bulged against the rubbery tentacles as they pulled and tugged with everything they had. Her slim waist and chest thrusted and thrashed in a mad frenzy. She roared out into the tentacles around her mouth, and managed to open it wide enough to bite down on one. It wriggled fitfully, sliding through her mouth to coil around her head with a vengeful squeeze.
"Renamon must stop struggling! Renamon can't escape the D-Reaper!"
The D-Reaper shot more tentacles to further constrict its ferocious captive. They rapidly crossed over each other as they completely covered her torso below the chest, doubling down over her neck to choke the resolve out of her. Even her tail was wrapped and tugged down.
And it was painful. The pulling, the squeezing, the tension on her body ... but it was no match for the fire within the yellow vixen in their grasp.
"Yumnh ... rronh ... ghnnromh ... mmh!!"
You ... won't ... control ... me!!
Renamon's paws glowed blue. She grasped onto the tentacles around her arms and, with the sharpest pull her muscles could muster, yanked them to the point of snapping them. She brought her arms up to tear apart the tentacles gripping from above, sending her falling to the floor with the coils still around her lower half. With her feet burning the same blue, they worked with her claws to break out of the bonds on her legs as well.
"No! The D-Reaper cannot be stopped!!"
For the first time, emotion was creeping into the program's voice. Emotion that Renamon recognized as fear. It had come across something it couldn't control. Something that would keep going no matter how much of its effects were halted. And, even more than that, something it could ever understand.
Love for another, and the will to fight for them.
Renamon sprang herself into the air, where a wave of red tentacles subsequently charged at her.
Curling herself into a ball, the vixen charged herself up and, with enough concentration and dedication, finally managed to unleash a Diamond Storm.
Whatever the artificial intelligence had done to suppress it had been overcome. As always, the ensuing diamonds perfectly complimented the Digimon's radiant beauty, and as their force blew against her chest fur, her gorgeous blue eyes showed more resolve than ever before.
The shards tore apart dozens of the D-Reaper's grabbing tentacles. But of course, there were far, far more than that. From every inch of the sphere's interior, they came to grab her outstretched arms and legs, pulling at them to form an X shape out of her body. Renamon tried to snap them off like before, but their combined strength and numbers were more than enough to cancel out any such attempts.
"Preparing to terminate Renamon."
The tentacles came in heavy swaths, winding over each other in haphazard patterns, but more than getting the job done. They pulled her body in all directions, coming close to tearing her muscles and skin, contracting themselves while others gripped her as tightly as possible.
"Heerrrmmmphhh!!!"
"Nothing will stop the D-Reaper. Renamon will fail again."
This thing was probably right. Renamon probably couldn't stop it. But that wasn't enough to break her spirits any longer.
Rika wasn't giving up on her. And she wouldn't give up on herself.
The tentacles covered her completely. It was anyone's guess as to what would be the death of her: the suffocation, the crushing, or her limbs being torn off. All were immense. They simply couldn't be escaped.
But that wouldn't stop Renamon from giving it her all.
Because you showed that you care for me.
Thankfully, before she knew it, she then found herself with a much-needed digivolution.
Other Renamon fics:
Digital Distress - Web of Alliances
Digital Distress - Slithering Seduction
Digital Distress - Ice-Cold Jealousy
Digital Distress - Parasitic Relationships
Digital Distress - Of Bridges and Bandages
Digital Distress - Reap What You Sow (Part 1)
I said this in a status post, but this is not the finale. Once again, I was one part short of the number of chapters I was expecting this whole thing to be. This is, however, the final main bondage portion of the story. After Renamon managed to be the captive who spent the most time in bondage by far in my stories, those days for her are finally coming to an end. And the story as a whole will conclude next time.
This turned out to be one of the easiest parts of this story to write for me, which I really wasn't expecting. I guess it's because so little actually happened in a sense; Renamon basically remained in one location start to finish. It also helps that after two chapters mostly focused on action and environments, this one delved deeper into character, probably a change of pace that helped the juices flow much easier.
But yeah, this is the chapter that brings all of the previous parts of the anthology together in a sense. The plan from the start was to have the D-Reaper force Renamon to relive everything we've seen her go through, even if it may or may not be something that ever happens in the case of Bridges and Bandages. Obviously for those who know the show, I'm essentially replacing Jeri's position as a depressed D-Reaper captive with her. The difference being Renamon's sources of sadness, which meant I had to make the D-Reaper more active and deliberate in drawing them out. Like Jeri, Renamon's memories become twisted, her own fears and insecurities being used against her to make her think her worst fears were reality. And if you think that this kind of thing is too heavy or serious for a Digimon show, clearly you're not aware of what Jeri went through. And unlike the show, at least I didn't make my captive a little girl who tries to strangle herself to death ... oh yeah, look it up. Digimon's fucked up. O_o
But of course, as soon as Renamon gets a look at reality, it gives her the strength to fight back, showing the power of love and all that mushy stuff that some may find cheesy but I'm a sucker for when done well. And hopefully this was done well in everyone's eyes. Once again some liberties were taken with the D-Reaper to make it all work, although not as much as before. It was interesting writing for a villain like this, one who doesn't feel any pleasure or remorse in what it does to its captor, only doing what it knows it needs to for the sake of its mission. It's basically the cold machine that Renamon was initially thought to be, at least that's how I see it.
I realize that two very long chapters in such a short amount of time is a huge ask for my readers. But if or when you manage to get through them both, I really appreciate you reading through them as always! :D Stick around to see how it all wraps up! ;P
Renamon's gag speech translated:
"Vrmruh phurmrunh?!" - "Value for what?!"
"Nh ... Nmnh!!" - "No ... Don't!!"
"Rigmh!! Nomph! Mrnnph hermmo-nnngh!!" - "Rika!! Stop! Leave her alo-nnngh!!"
"DOMHH!!" - "STOP!!"
When Renamon finally stirred back awake, she felt something smoothly running across her body. She was lying on something rubbery, an uneven floor that was shifting and sliding beneath her.
When she finally saw what it was, she grunted and scrambled herself up. She had been resting on a massive blanket of those all-too-familiar red tentacles, happily swimming in their own scarlet pool at her feet. The last events of her memory came flooding back to her, including that traumatic capture at the hands of the D-Reaper.
She instantly tried to gauge her new surroundings. The yellow fur on her body went completely stiff when she saw that she was in some sort of large, spacious, spherical chamber, seemingly made up entirely of those same red tentacles sprawled out over the entire interior surface. Some of them were lying still, some moved around, but all of them worked to paint the area in an ominous blood-red.
"The D-Reaper sees Renamon is awake," that mysterious voice from earlier boomed into the chamber.
Renamon, startled, twisted herself around, trying to identify the source of the voice. She found none, the sphere appearing empty save for the tentacles. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, echoing throughout.
"Where am I?" Renamon firmly demanded. "What is this place?"
The voice of the D-Reaper simply responded in its cold, calculating tone. "The D-Reaper thought it had found and taken every Digimon of this world. But then the D-Reaper found you wandering. This is very beneficial."
Renamon's lips curled back in fury. Out of rage-filled instinct, she brought her clenched fists together and spread her arms to fire a flurry of diamonds at the wall of tendrils before her.
But her mouth went agape when nothing happened. No shards came. She just descended back down, uselessly.
No ... the vixen thought, panicking internally.
"Renamon's attacks do not work here," the D-Reaper said. "The D-Reaper has taken that from you."
Renamon tried the same move again, but still had no luck. As her feet touched back down on the slithering floor, she dashed to the nearest wall. Desperately, she pried tentacles aside, trying to power her way through to hopefully break free of this hellish chamber. But the tentacles simply moved back into place.
Further, other tentacles began slithering across the sphere towards her feet. They gripped her ankles and climbed up her legs, ripping her away from the wall. Renamon managed to avoid collapsing as she brought a paw to the floor, trying to pry them off with the other. But getting rid of one opened up the door for another to replace it. They coiled around her stomach, arms, and neck, and each attempt to claw them away proved futile with the seemingly endless supply of tentacles in here.
"How ..." Renamon asked amid her struggling, just a hint of her fear creeping into her voice. "What are you?"
"The D-Reaper doesn't know where it came from," the voice replied. "Only what it must do: destroy. All that which has exceeded growth beyond its allotted space must be destroyed. The D-Reaper knows that this means Digimon, and has data to suggest humanity as well."
"What are you talking about?!" Renamon shouted, tugging her arms in the tentacles and pulling her legs in the waves of shifting red.
The D-Reaper clearly had enough of her questioning, for it brought up another tentacle to gag the wrapped-up vixen's mouth.
"Gummmph!" Renamon shouted. She reached up to yank the tendril off, but it just tightened its grip to the point of hurting her, along with the rest of the tentacles. "Nnmngh!!"
They then began to glow a bright orange. Renamon cried out through the gag as she felt a burning sensation course through her body. She fought harder to untangle herself, but the D-Reaper summoned more tentacles in response. They wrapped her upper body in a cocoon, messily overlapping without any pattern, bringing everything onto her until she found herself pulled to her knees. Renamon moaned and thrusted herself in the bonds, trembling and shaking as they squeezed tighter.
"Grmmmh ... Hrrrmmph ..."
Finally, it stopped, and the glowing faded. Renamon fought to keep herself upright, hunched over and breathing heavily through her nose with muffled pants.
"Subject analyzed," the D-Reaper uttered methodically. "Less data than previously hypothesized. Has failed to evolve past Ultimate level. Failed. Failed. Failed ..."
Renamon didn't know why this ... thing was repeating that word over and over. But it mixed the salt further into the wound that was her inability to move past the mentioned milestone.
"Mrrumh ..."
"But still sufficient," the D-Reaper said. Then, it seemed to address Renamon directly again. "Renamon is still of value."
"Vrmruh phurmrunh?!" Renamon tried to question her captor, but it was nothing but a smothered mess. She felt her heels and shins be constricted together, prompting her to squirm even more as she was put in even greater bondage by these coils.
"Confirmation: humans must be deleted. The D-Reaper is in their world now. The D-Reaper will destroy them all."
A muffled gasp and widened eyes were Renamon's only capable response to that. It was already in the human world?! But it was here ... So it was in multiple places at once? Or was it duplicating? How would it have crossed between worlds in the first place?
... How powerful was this entity?
And ... if it got to the human world ... the destruction it could cause ... the people it could hurt or kill ...
... Rika ...
"Nh ... Nmmh!!" she growled viciously through the gag. She tugged her bound arms against the coils, tossing her upper body to loosen her bindings!
I need to get out of here now! she thought. I can't sit by and let it do this!! Everyone, human and Digimon, was in more danger than they probably knew. Despite her limited knowledge, that much was explicitly clear. She needed to get to Rika! She couldn't let her down! Not when she needed her the most!
"Foreign data detected," the D-Reaper said. "Renamon has a connection to the human world. It is unfamiliar to the D-Reaper's nature." It spoke with a seeming sense of genuine curiosity, wanting to pry for greater information to further understand the unknown.
"The D-Reaper sees a female child."
"Nnnh ..." The mere mention of Rika from this beast spiked her fear up even more.
"Scanning Renamon's mind ... Source detected."
Suddenly, right before her eyes, Renamon was being transported.
Not in actuality, but within her mind. It started out as a projection, but it quickly surrounded her, and each of her senses adjusted to whatever new setting the D-Reaper was showing her.
It was fuzzy at first. But as it cleared up, it showed a city under attack.
Her city.
It was covered by the same pink barrier that had been over the Digital World. Buildings were similarly taken over by red and black as well. More of the D-Reaper's little minions, both familiar and unfamiliar to Renamon, were running amok throughout the city. This time, however, they were led by thin red cables attached to their backs. The D-Reaper's reach didn't seem to be as omnipotent in the real world, lending credence to the notion of it being a digital entity.
But those thoughts were second to Renamon as soon as she saw an achingly familiar red-haired girl fleeing from the chaos.
"Rigmh!!" Renamon shouted. "Nomph! Mrnnph hermmo-nnngh!!"
The tentacles then shoved and pinned Renamon down onto her stomach. As the gagged vixen let out muffled roars, the D-Reaper buried her under layer upon layer of its tendrils. Some wrapped around her to make her cocoon heavier, while others served as blankets to pile over her. Her struggling soon couldn't even be seen, only indicated by the little pushes from underneath the building floor.
But she herself could still see what was happening in the real world, further fueling her efforts.
A gargantuan, towering life form was emerging from inside the sludge. It was a tower of countless cords, optic fibers, and wires, so massive that the skyscrapers caught up in it looked like small toys, being raised up with ease. It wore a mask on its "head" that looked down on its destructive work. Tentacles wrapped around and raised the buildings, with others covered completely, placing the entire city under the D-Reaper's reign of terror.
Judging by the sensation of being elevated herself, the thrashing Renamon could surmise that the same thing was happening here in the Digital World.
But that hardly mattered to her. What mattered was the human world, and what would become of Rika. It mortified the loyal Digimon to know that she wasn't there to help her partner. She could see her still fleeing for her life, with no one around to protect her. She could be dead within the next minute! Or even if she escaped, the D-Reaper's consumption could spread until it found her!
"Data extracted from Renamon," the D-Reaper uttered. "Threshold reached. Ultimate form initiated."
"Nhommh!!" came a muted cry from underneath the blanket of coils.
Rika!!
Days went by.
Days inside this red, spherical prison. Days of being subjected to the slimy grasps of these scarlet tentacles, forced into any number of positions and unable to move, sometimes at all. Days of being helpless to do a single thing as the D-Reaper ravaged the world, getting ever closer to its ultimate goal of destroying every living thing in the human and digital world.
And days of Renamon's strength being slowly, gruelingly chipped away at. Not just the strength of her body - as heavily as that had been drained - but the strength of her soul.
The D-Reaper was learning all of Renamon's history as it probed her mind. Each day, it learned more about all that she had been through, at least since becoming a partner to a human. From it, it gained knowledge to aid in its destructive conquest, data from her form to fuel its power ... and it beared witness to the Digimon's feelings. Feelings which were clearly foreign to the D-Reaper. It was unable to make sense of them as it rummaged through Renamon's mind against her will.
But the D-Reaper was nonetheless smart enough to figure out how to use them. It managed to very quickly deduce that whatever they were, they could be exploited to make the vixen in its clutches weaker, and thus easier to continuously extract data out of.
And it started from the beginning ...
"Renamon knows her strength was always fading," the D-Reaper said on the first day. "The D-Reaper sees it."
"Rrrmmm ..." Renamon growled, held by the wrists and ankles, still gagged.
Suddenly, tentacles from the ceiling wormed their way down to the vixen. She brought her coiled hands in front of her to prepare to defend herself, but they merely circled wide, sideways and diagonally, and wound themselves around her chest, pinning her forearms parallel against it.
More tentacles came to wrap her legs together, and then lifted her up into the air. The tentacles around her legs shortened themselves so that she ended up upside-down.
"Mmrmm!" Renamon shouted as she was handled. The tentacles around her upper body let go, but it was just so that more could come from the ceiling to bind it in the same way. When they were done, she was left suspended in a web of tendrils, swaying back and forth as she squirmed around uselessly.
... Suspended just like ...
"I always love a meal that fights," a voice rang out in the sphere.
I know that voice ... Renamon thought. No ... it can't be ...
It was the voice of the Dokugumon she'd fought, so many weeks back.
Just like that, she was sent a vision of that memorable day. Her first time being captured and truly helpless. It played out in its entirety, with her forced to play the same role. None of the nasty little details were spared: being wrapped in clinging, sticky silk, barely able to move or breathe; Rika coming and ending up trapped with her; digivolving for the first time to break free ... and the reason she was able to do it.
"Because ... you showed that you care for me," her own voice uttered.
That was where it ended ... or so she'd assumed. Until she both heard and saw Rika say something in response.
"I cared because I'd die without you. Really, you relied on my feelings to save yourself? You couldn't do it on your own?"
"Nrrrrnngh ..."
Renamon snarled as the memory faded there. As she struggled in the tentacles, which held her identically to how she'd been wrapped up in those webs, she shook her head vehemently.
That's ... that's not what happened!
She knew that last part had to have been a fabrication. But ... did the D-Reaper even have that ability to weave false illusions?
Yes, of course it was fake! She knew what she remembered! She wouldn't let this machine fool her like that!
On the second day, Renamon had to fight to keep herself conscious at points. The tentacles' grip hadn't budged. If anything, she could have sworn they were gradually getting a little tighter over time. She was getting hot, her fur not allowed to breathe underneath the red constriction, and her body had gotten stiff as the blood rushing to her head made her dizzy.
Finally, she was released and sent dropping down. It was very short-lived relief, however, as she was caught by more tentacles beneath her. These ones put her in another sort of cocoon, wrapping her completely from the shoulders to the ankles, as well as her neck and mouth. They were much neater this time; they all worked as a single unit to collectively form one massive makeshift tentacle, coiling around her like a giant red serpent.
They lifted her up together, and she kicked her bound legs around as she gave out muffled snarls.
The D-Reaper then took her back to another memory.
The day she was captured by Sandiramon, taken to Vajramon, and made an offer to fight on their side against the humans. An offer that she had instantly and thoroughly turned down. Or at least as much as she could, given the heavy white coil squeezing up her mouth, while the rest of her body was crushed in the massive grip of that beast all over again.
She recalled being rescued ... but she didn't remember it taking as long as it was in this memory. It felt like hours were passing, wearing her down as Sandiramon continuously toyed with her and Vajramon made many an unwanted advance.
And yet, no one was coming.
"Tell me, where'd your little girl run off to today, hmm? Some 'partner', leaving you behind like that." Vajramon's voice rang out in her ears, courtesy of the D-Reaper's replication of it.
Surely enough, Takato and Henry came with their Digimon and ultimately got her out of that mess. But ...
Rika! She was there, too! I remember ... I digivolved again because of her ... I know I got that far at least ... Didn't I?
But there was no sign of her, nor Renamon's digivolution into Taomon. The memory just skipped ahead to the defeat of Vajramon and Sandiramon, apparently entirely thanks to her rescuers.
At this point, Renamon was under such terrible, continuous constriction and isolation for so long that everything was beginning to blend together. She still believed that her initial memories were correct. But it was becoming more and more of a stretch to hold onto that faith. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and they were starting to bud.
"The D-Reaper cannot comprehend why Renamon would reject that Digimon's offer," the D-Reaper apparently felt obliged to share its opinion on the event. "Growing stronger to destroy is the D-Reaper's only purpose. There is nothing else.
Nothing else ...
Nothing else ...
The third day came, and Renamon's eyelids were heavy. She'd passed out a few times, unable to withstand what she was being put through.
"Mmmm ..." she murmured in the snake-shaped mass of tentacles. She was still floating, but her shoulders slumped above the bonds, and her bound legs dangled limply beneath her, only sometimes putting up any sort of a fight.
As the toll grew on the poor yellow vixen, she was beginning to wonder why she was still bothering to keep herself going. What was it going to do? Extend her suffering even more? She would constantly have to keep telling herself that she was buying time for the D-Reaper to somehow be taken down. But every time she did so, she was less convinced than before.
Tentacles moved again. From above and below, they came together to create a hulking pillar. Renamon was dragged over to it, only having so much in her to resist. Her arms were set free by the tendrils, only for her forearms to be painfully gripped and yanked up above her head, bound to the pillar. Her flailing legs were separated from one another, but then wrapped individually, again being pinned to the tentacle-made structure.
This was accompanied by yet another projection of her memories, the last time she was bound and gagged in this pose.
Her capture from IceDevimon. He'd encased her in bitterly-cold ice, slowly freezing the life out of her. He'd wanted to destroy Renamon to have Rika to himself as his partner.
"You'll see that she's obsolete," his voice stated to the girl.
Renamon yanked her arms and grunted, but the tentacles pulled back, with a few more slithering down them and resting gently on her shoulders. Renamon moaned and shook her head in disgust.
But as the memory played along, the sensation of the tentacles was nothing compared to her inner turmoil from what she was seeing out of Rika.
Her partner was considering IceDevimon's proposition. Genuinely considering it. Weighing the option of tossing Renamon aside for the Digimon who had bested her.
No ... What are you doing?! Renamon's thoughts cried in disbelief.
How could she even be thinking about this?! That wasn't who she was! Not anymore! At least, that's what Renamon thought she'd remembered.
And yet, she was seeing it before her very eyes.
The memory then skipped ahead to the ending. IceDevimon had apparently been destroyed, but Rika didn't look happy about it as she blasted Renamon with those four painfully familiar words.
"I don't need you!!"
That phrase was echoed in the D-Reaper's core. Over and over and over.
"Rika doesn't need Renamon," the D-Reaper said, its voice as cruelly monotonous as ever. "No one needs Renamon."
"DOMHH!!" Renamon screamed past the tentacles. Her chest flared out as her body thrashed to escape. More tentacles came to further restrict her. They crawled up her legs, around her waist, up her stomach. From above, more covered up the white fur on her chest, before coiling around her head.
They squeezed with all their might. So much so that Renamon's body gave out, and she collapsed with a muffled scream.
One thought permeated before she slipped away.
Rika ... How could you??
Unbeknownst to her, Renamon woke back up on her fourth day in captivity.
She was barely fighting now. Still strung up on that makeshift pillar, she would occasionally wriggle or tug a limb, but rarely anything more than that. Her gagged face was facing the floor, her head hanging low.
She was in such a feeble state that she took a few seconds to register being dropped onto the tentacle-covered ground. As the pillar was taken apart, tentacles came from the left and right to bind her upper arms to her sides and wrap her legs individually. Thinner tentacles got into the crevices of her toes, ears, and fingers, crawling all along her sleek body.
"Grmmhph," Renamon garbled.
From there, she was lifted up and pulled back and forth between two sides. The tentacles on the left would let their lengths go slack as the others pulled, and then vice versa. It gave the impression that they were all fighting over their prized little fox ...
Which of course came with the memories of the Parasimon attack, and how she'd hit her lowest point ever: almost killing Rika. She hadn't been in control of her body, but it didn't matter to her. The vision the D-Reaper was projecting onto her showed the damage that had been done. Rika fled from her, screaming at her to stay away, wanting to get as far from her as possible even after she was no longer possessed.
The vision skipped ahead to Renamon perched on that tree at Rika's house. She watched alone as Rika's friends ate, not feeling right about joining in. The girl herself was about to head in, before Renamon heard her own voice call out to her.
"Rika ... I ... I'm so sorry."
But Rika didn't acknowledge her in any way. She just closed the door and went back inside like she hadn't even heard her.
Renamon didn't blame her in the slightest. With disgrace after disgrace on her part, this latest one almost being the death of her, Renamon understood why Rika wanted nothing to do with her anymore. The Digimon served no true purpose to her, and had completely and permanently undone the connection they'd worked so hard to build.
There was still a sliver of her decaying mind that asked if that was really true. Did Rika really feel so dismissive of her after everything they'd been through? Was she really through with her?
But that sliver was dwindling by the minute.
"The D-Reaper doesn't desire your emotions," the life-form holding her said.
Renamon didn't even have it in her to growl in defiance anymore.
"The D-Reaper knows its purpose. Renamon has none. Renamon has no one. Renamon made sure of that."
I know, Renamon thought to herself.
She was a fool to think anything could come from this relationship. She let herself grow these feelings of friendship and trust for her human, and they proved to be for nothing in the end.
She slumped as she was continuously yanked back and forth. Her eyes closed, and she whimpered past the gagging coils.
She couldn't bring herself to even hate the prospect of being here forever anymore.
On the fifth day, rather than reliving the past, Renamon was forced to witness the present.
She saw the damage the D-Reaper had done. Almost half of the Digital World was laid to complete waste. What was once the treacherous landscape Renamon had wandered through prior to her abduction was now completely barren and desolate, with every form of digital life gone. Everything surrounding it was now under the D-Reaper's dome of sludge, in the process of meeting the same fate.
In the human world, things weren't quite so bleak, but they were on their way there.
"The D-Reaper will soon be unstoppable. It will be everywhere, everything."
But Renamon, selfishly, could only focus on what the D-Reaper showed her former tamer doing. Or rather, what she wasn't doing.
She wasn't trying to fight for her. She wasn't showing any signs of pain or turmoil over her loss. Instead, she was on a beach, isolated from any danger in a region the D-Reaper hadn't gotten to yet. She was sitting on a rock around the shallow ocean's edge, elbows on her knees, a totally blank look on her face.
She didn't look like she thought anything was wrong at all. All this time, nothing about Renamon's disappearance upset her.
It didn't even register to Renamon that she was missing the context, such as why Rika was there or what she had been doing in the days beforehand. It didn't matter that Rika was the kind of girl to hide what she was really feeling a lot of the time. In Renamon's worn, tired mind, drained from days of being slowly torn down physically and psychologically by this heartless, soulless artificial intelligence, she saw nothing in these visions but confirmations of the terrible truth she had come to realize in her captivity.
The vision faded, but Rika's voice still dully rang out.
"I don't care anymore. I don't even want her. Why bother trying to go after her?"
Was that really what Rika had said, or merely what the D-Reaper was saying in her voice? To Renamon, it had to be the former. That's what her heart told her. And so, as reality continued to blur, that's all she could know.
There was still a tiny bit of fight left in the vixen on the sixth day.
As she lay on her knees, her arms outstretched and wrapped to the floor with her chest and mouth covered, she would give a little shift every now and then. A muffled grunt here and there would sometimes slip out of the bright red coils, and even her tail, now with a lone tentacle gripping it uncomfortably, would swish about trying in vain to shake it off.
Even though there was nothing left for her, Renamon didn't want to meet her end in here.
The D-Reaper sensed that. And it resolved, in its own way, to remove even that ounce of resilient self-preservation.
"Renamon still wants to leave. The D-Reaper must show why Renamon shouldn't."
Renamon was once again wrapped in a shoulder-to-ankle cocoon. The tentacles then proceeded to slowly pull her down, submerging her body beneath the several feet of crawling tendrils. Unable to use her arms, she twisted herself to stop her descent. But it went even faster once additional tentacles spread out over the floor, filling it up and rising at an alarming rate.
It stopped when she was up to her neck in the twisting coils. As they caressed and gently coiled around her face, she tried to growl, but it sounded closer to a sad mewl unbecoming of the warrior.
"Alternate outcome processed. The D-Reaper knows Renamon's future should Renamon escape. The deviation in the timeline. Renamon will see now."
And Renamon saw, indeed, as she was plundered into another vision.
This was one she had no memory of at all. The D-Reaper denied her the knowledge of what had led her to this point. It even made her forget that she was even in its clutches, forget that it was even a vision and not happening right in the moment.
All she knew was that she was now in a desert ...
Hours of traveling across an arid, barren desert had taken their toll on a certain yellow Digimon. Her fur felt close to getting singed by the hot sun beaming down. Her two white feet ached from carrying her graceful body over miles of soft, unstable sand. Her purple-clad arms did their best to shield her face from the gusts of sand blowing onto her. Any form of life around her had been scarce, just the occasional small Digimon scurrying on by.
The vision proceeded uninterrupted from there. Much to Renamon's utter horror as it played out.
Wandering through some mysterious temple in search of a way home. Narrowly and persistently avoiding death countless times. Confronting those Mummymons even after they managed to mummify her. Thinking that she'd finally found some success even while still bound and gagged ... and being foolish enough to let it be ripped away as she was dragged into a pit of quicksand.
Surely to her death. She saw no possible way she could have gotten out of that.
And thus the yellow, fiery Digimon disappeared. The ripples of the quicksand became invisible, as she was dragged down deeper and deeper ...
... Then it all went black ...
The shaken Renamon was then snapped back to the present ...
Renamon was usually a composed, very level-headed Digimon. She was rarely that expressive, always keeping a steady voice and almost regal composure, even in combat. To a point where many mistook her for not having any emotions at all. Even she initially didn't put much stock into the notion of having any. But they were there; she just didn't make them outward or apparent, to an even greater degree than her tamer.
So, when she felt herself shaking so deeply, her heart pounding so violently, her narrow eyes brimming with as much despair as any living being could portray, it was all a fairly new experience for her. Even with all the perils she'd faced.
It got even worse as the tentacles pulled her head down underneath their pool, smothering and swallowing her up entirely just like the quicksand, with just barely enough space for her to breathe.
Surely, no one could blame her for such a visceral reaction. She had just been convinced that even if she did somehow escape this horrible, taunting prison of tentacles and misery, she would meet a fate just as gruesome. Forced to suffocate under what could have been dozens of meters of quicksand, over several long, agonizing minutes, wrapped up in stiflingly constrictive bandages. And after she had fought so hard to get to that point, persevering through what almost anyone would have said were impossible odds.
But like everything else, it didn't matter how hard she tried. It still ended in disaster.
If she failed to get out of here, she would die under the grasp of the D-Reaper's countless tentacles. If she succeeded, she would die under the grasp of bandages and sand.
And either way, no one would know what happened. No one would find her.
And, she fully believed by now, no one would care.
Thus bringing Renamon to now.
A full week of being shown the failures, regrets, and hurt of her past, present, and even potential future. Being mentally tortured by constant, relentless reminders of everything she was unable to do and be. Being physically tortured by the numerous, disgusting tentacles constantly crawling all over her to bind and gag the yellow vixen in different, equally unpleasant ways. Right now, they had her arms bound behind her back, winding up to her shoulders to put them in a strained position, while her legs were bound up at the ankles and knees.
The D-Reaper was growing stronger. Renamon could see it connecting with D-Reaper copies all over the world, all joining together to become one. It was resulting in massive heat waves that were starting to melt the polar ice caps, opening the door for even greater global devastation.
Additionally, Renamon was growing weaker. Everything had become a blur. A blur that she had no means of clearing up. Nor, as the onslaught of grief and depression gripped her like the tentacles, any intention of trying to clear up.
What was the point, she thought. What did she have? She was no partner or protector to Rika. She was no friend to her, or really anyone. The two of them had hit too many snags that couldn't be overcome, and Renamon knew that it was entirely her own fault for not living up to what her human wanted or needed. She didn't consider herself particularly close to any of the other allies she had either, so what did that leave her with?
As if she could even have the chance to find out. She saw what would happen if she tried, her sinking fate should she get out of here. She might as well spare herself that downfall and false hope, and instead simply waste away in the core of her captor.
The D-Reaper knew all of this, even if it couldn't properly understand her plight. And as it continued to fuel these terrible thoughts, it kept Renamon thinking that she was responsible for all of them.
"The D-Reaper has learned all it needs to about Digimon from Renamon."
She slumped down as the tentacles crawled around her continuously. As she fully expected to remain, for whatever was left of her life.
It was all she was good for ...
... That's when the shaking started.
The entire core shook violently like an earthquake. The tentacles all around began flailing, squirming around in a blind panic.
"Interference! The D-Reaper is under attack!" the D-Reaper came the closest it could to shouting.
The tendrils holding Renamon let her out of their grasp. Her body collapsed onto the floor, but barely moved outside of that. She was too numb to even acknowledge her freedom.
As the sphere continued to shake, the D-Reaper rambled on about some sorts of probabilities, executions of backup plans, trying to make sense of whatever was disrupting it. But Renamon didn't even pay any mind to it, even as the tentacles wound around her again to try and regain control. They held her in the center and lifted her up, her arms outstretched and pulled to either side to suspend her, while her legs were once again wrapped together.
All while Renamon let it happen, slumped like a lifeless ragdoll.
That is, until the D-Reaper, in its malfunctioning state, inadvertently began playing more visions for Renamon to take part in. Though all but fully checked out from everything around her, the neutral expression on her gagged face looked up to at least observe what unfolded before her.
She saw the human world. Takato, Henry, and other tamer allies had entered the D-Reaper there, biomerged with their Digimon. They mentioned some sort of cards they had which allowed them to stay biomerged while inside, as the D-Reaper apparently had the ability to cancel it out otherwise. The D-Reaper had opened up a wormhole, connecting it to its Digital World counterpart. From it emerged a massive abomination, a mountain of red strands with sickled arms and a giant mouth. D-Reaper agents attacked from it, but the tamers were able to take them down as Gallantmon ran up the giant abomination that apparently housed that D-Reaper's mind. Just as he destroyed the head with an energy wave, the sphere Renamon was in shook even more violently. This indicated that Renamon was currently observing the present in real time.
The heroes were gaining ground. Renamon didn't know what their plan was, but the D-Reaper was suddenly struggling, needing to put up a true fight for the first time in order to maintain its dwindling control.
If only Renamon could bring herself to feel any form of hope from this.
"The D-Reaper is losing connection with its counterpart. Attempting re-stabilization."
Just as Gallantmon flew up to the destroyed D-Reaper head, the vision then changed, again without the D-Reaper meaning to do so.
And Renamon saw Rika again.
She was in some unfamiliar house, presumably in the same area as in the other visions Renamon saw of her. She was sitting on a couch, watching the battle against the D-Reaper unfold on the television in front of her. She looked like she was trying to keep calm, but the worry and fear were still plain to see on her face.
Her mother - someone Renamon had never properly met - was sitting next to her, hand on her shoulder in comfort.
"They're going to win," she said softly to her daughter.
Rika nodded halfheartedly. "I believe you. But ..."
The girl's next words brought the first true reaction out of Renamon in over a day.
"We still couldn't find Renamon. What if she's still alive in another D-Reaper? If we destroy it, we could kill her! She'll ... w-what if she's already ..."
As Rika's mother pulled her in for a hug, Renamon saw tears begin to stream down the girl's face. It was something she had never seen in her tamer before. She wrapped her arms around her mother, who soothingly rubbed her hands down her back. Renamon felt a brief spark of longing to be there herself, just to offer some words of comfort to the distressed child. But of course, had she been there, Rika wouldn't even have a reason to be crying.
... Wait ... She was upset over her. Upset over not having her Digimon there with her, not knowing if she was even alive. But ... in Renamon's visions, the opposite was shown as true. They showed that she didn't care about her. They showed that she hated her ...
What did that mean ...
"I want her back, Mom. I just want my friend back," Rika whimpered into her mother's shoulder.
Deep within Renamon's soul, she felt something start building up. Like one domino tipping over to take down all the others, that one moment set everything off, little by little. She could finally feel the beating of her own heart, could finally feel that heavy hollowness beginning to erode away.
"I know how much you've missed her," Rika's mother replied. "Heaven knows I practically had to drag you away from going back to find her yourself."
The conversation carried on, but Renamon needed to hear no more after that.
In spite of how much tighter the tentacles were getting due to the D-Reaper's concerns, Renamon was feeling freer by the second.
Everything became clear. Her jumbled, distorted, altered memories rearranged themselves back into their proper place, and reality was restored in her mind. Everything that had happened, both the good and the bad, came crashing back into her as the dam of her reminiscence burst open. Much of it shameful and sad, yes. But this latest vision, this one glimpse of the person who meant more to her than any other living being, was enough to light the spark that reminded her of what she had to fight for.
And, more importantly, how it was not only not out of reach, but had always been closer than she'd ever realized. Even after all the setbacks they'd been through.
The grief that the D-Reaper had been feeding her all this time ... that wasn't where it ended for her. Her captor had been lying to her, twisting her negative feelings to make her believe with all her heart that she was nothing but a broken tool.
But she was more than that.
And now, she had more fight in her than ever to prove it.
"Rrrruuummmggghhh!!"
And so she struggled. Harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her long, thin, yet powerful arms pulled, stretching to their absolute limits against their bonds. The toned muscles on her legs bulged against the rubbery tentacles as they pulled and tugged with everything they had. Her slim waist and chest thrusted and thrashed in a mad frenzy. She roared out into the tentacles around her mouth, and managed to open it wide enough to bite down on one. It wriggled fitfully, sliding through her mouth to coil around her head with a vengeful squeeze.
"Renamon must stop struggling! Renamon can't escape the D-Reaper!"
The D-Reaper shot more tentacles to further constrict its ferocious captive. They rapidly crossed over each other as they completely covered her torso below the chest, doubling down over her neck to choke the resolve out of her. Even her tail was wrapped and tugged down.
And it was painful. The pulling, the squeezing, the tension on her body ... but it was no match for the fire within the yellow vixen in their grasp.
"Yumnh ... rronh ... ghnnromh ... mmh!!"
You ... won't ... control ... me!!
Renamon's paws glowed blue. She grasped onto the tentacles around her arms and, with the sharpest pull her muscles could muster, yanked them to the point of snapping them. She brought her arms up to tear apart the tentacles gripping from above, sending her falling to the floor with the coils still around her lower half. With her feet burning the same blue, they worked with her claws to break out of the bonds on her legs as well.
"No! The D-Reaper cannot be stopped!!"
For the first time, emotion was creeping into the program's voice. Emotion that Renamon recognized as fear. It had come across something it couldn't control. Something that would keep going no matter how much of its effects were halted. And, even more than that, something it could ever understand.
Love for another, and the will to fight for them.
Renamon sprang herself into the air, where a wave of red tentacles subsequently charged at her.
Curling herself into a ball, the vixen charged herself up and, with enough concentration and dedication, finally managed to unleash a Diamond Storm.
Whatever the artificial intelligence had done to suppress it had been overcome. As always, the ensuing diamonds perfectly complimented the Digimon's radiant beauty, and as their force blew against her chest fur, her gorgeous blue eyes showed more resolve than ever before.
The shards tore apart dozens of the D-Reaper's grabbing tentacles. But of course, there were far, far more than that. From every inch of the sphere's interior, they came to grab her outstretched arms and legs, pulling at them to form an X shape out of her body. Renamon tried to snap them off like before, but their combined strength and numbers were more than enough to cancel out any such attempts.
"Preparing to terminate Renamon."
The tentacles came in heavy swaths, winding over each other in haphazard patterns, but more than getting the job done. They pulled her body in all directions, coming close to tearing her muscles and skin, contracting themselves while others gripped her as tightly as possible.
"Heerrrmmmphhh!!!"
"Nothing will stop the D-Reaper. Renamon will fail again."
This thing was probably right. Renamon probably couldn't stop it. But that wasn't enough to break her spirits any longer.
Rika wasn't giving up on her. And she wouldn't give up on herself.
The tentacles covered her completely. It was anyone's guess as to what would be the death of her: the suffocation, the crushing, or her limbs being torn off. All were immense. They simply couldn't be escaped.
But that wouldn't stop Renamon from giving it her all.
Because you showed that you care for me.
Thankfully, before she knew it, she then found herself with a much-needed digivolution.
Other Renamon fics:
Digital Distress - Web of Alliances
Digital Distress - Slithering Seduction
Digital Distress - Ice-Cold Jealousy
Digital Distress - Parasitic Relationships
Digital Distress - Of Bridges and Bandages
Digital Distress - Reap What You Sow (Part 1)
I said this in a status post, but this is not the finale. Once again, I was one part short of the number of chapters I was expecting this whole thing to be. This is, however, the final main bondage portion of the story. After Renamon managed to be the captive who spent the most time in bondage by far in my stories, those days for her are finally coming to an end. And the story as a whole will conclude next time.
This turned out to be one of the easiest parts of this story to write for me, which I really wasn't expecting. I guess it's because so little actually happened in a sense; Renamon basically remained in one location start to finish. It also helps that after two chapters mostly focused on action and environments, this one delved deeper into character, probably a change of pace that helped the juices flow much easier.
But yeah, this is the chapter that brings all of the previous parts of the anthology together in a sense. The plan from the start was to have the D-Reaper force Renamon to relive everything we've seen her go through, even if it may or may not be something that ever happens in the case of Bridges and Bandages. Obviously for those who know the show, I'm essentially replacing Jeri's position as a depressed D-Reaper captive with her. The difference being Renamon's sources of sadness, which meant I had to make the D-Reaper more active and deliberate in drawing them out. Like Jeri, Renamon's memories become twisted, her own fears and insecurities being used against her to make her think her worst fears were reality. And if you think that this kind of thing is too heavy or serious for a Digimon show, clearly you're not aware of what Jeri went through. And unlike the show, at least I didn't make my captive a little girl who tries to strangle herself to death ... oh yeah, look it up. Digimon's fucked up. O_o
But of course, as soon as Renamon gets a look at reality, it gives her the strength to fight back, showing the power of love and all that mushy stuff that some may find cheesy but I'm a sucker for when done well. And hopefully this was done well in everyone's eyes. Once again some liberties were taken with the D-Reaper to make it all work, although not as much as before. It was interesting writing for a villain like this, one who doesn't feel any pleasure or remorse in what it does to its captor, only doing what it knows it needs to for the sake of its mission. It's basically the cold machine that Renamon was initially thought to be, at least that's how I see it.
I realize that two very long chapters in such a short amount of time is a huge ask for my readers. But if or when you manage to get through them both, I really appreciate you reading through them as always! :D Stick around to see how it all wraps up! ;P
Renamon's gag speech translated:
"Vrmruh phurmrunh?!" - "Value for what?!"
"Nh ... Nmnh!!" - "No ... Don't!!"
"Rigmh!! Nomph! Mrnnph hermmo-nnngh!!" - "Rika!! Stop! Leave her alo-nnngh!!"
"DOMHH!!" - "STOP!!"
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Call in your local church to have them chastise me for saying the Lord's name in vain, 'cause JESUS H. CHRIST; WHAT THE HELL KINDA MATRIX SHIT DID I JUST READ!? XD
In all seriousness, though, you weren't kidding when you said thing's were gonna get MUCH worse for Renamon after Part 1! The constant, morbid gaslighting almost felt too real for someone who (luckily) hasn't experienced it himself irl, but I guess that worked to this post's advantage when considering what you were going for. And it's a pretty clever way to tie in all the other stories in this anthology together just like poor Renamon is inside that cocoon of blood-red tendrils! So no complaints, there! :)
And to think that the entire plotline of Of Bridges and Bandages was really just a fabrication the D-Reaper was putting into the poor yellow-furred vixen's head to dissuade her from even considering the possibility of escape from her captivity and torture... F*ck me forwards, backwards, and sideways, dude! To say that's messed up would be a bigger understatement than saying Cyberpunk 2077 had a terrible launch! And something tells me that's what the D-Reaper had those blob-like orbs planted around its environment for outside of changing said environment: to simulate as 'quicksand' in the unlikely possibility that the physiologically-abused Digimon SOMEHOW manages to escape from its clutches...!
Good thing Renamon finally found the light she needed throughout all of that darkness...and it just so happened I found the perfect piece of music for it, too! ^^
A Fainted Hope from Xenoblade Chronicles 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBM99ZkSgLs
Phenomenal job with this post, in particular! This was a REALLY enjoyable readthrough! And here's to hoping the Final Chapter ends thing's off nicely! ^^
In all seriousness, though, you weren't kidding when you said thing's were gonna get MUCH worse for Renamon after Part 1! The constant, morbid gaslighting almost felt too real for someone who (luckily) hasn't experienced it himself irl, but I guess that worked to this post's advantage when considering what you were going for. And it's a pretty clever way to tie in all the other stories in this anthology together just like poor Renamon is inside that cocoon of blood-red tendrils! So no complaints, there! :)
And to think that the entire plotline of Of Bridges and Bandages was really just a fabrication the D-Reaper was putting into the poor yellow-furred vixen's head to dissuade her from even considering the possibility of escape from her captivity and torture... F*ck me forwards, backwards, and sideways, dude! To say that's messed up would be a bigger understatement than saying Cyberpunk 2077 had a terrible launch! And something tells me that's what the D-Reaper had those blob-like orbs planted around its environment for outside of changing said environment: to simulate as 'quicksand' in the unlikely possibility that the physiologically-abused Digimon SOMEHOW manages to escape from its clutches...!
Good thing Renamon finally found the light she needed throughout all of that darkness...and it just so happened I found the perfect piece of music for it, too! ^^
A Fainted Hope from Xenoblade Chronicles 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBM99ZkSgLs
Phenomenal job with this post, in particular! This was a REALLY enjoyable readthrough! And here's to hoping the Final Chapter ends thing's off nicely! ^^
XD XD I can't blame you! It's probably one of the weirdest things I've written! Of course, the whole setup with the D-Reaper and all came from the show, but I don't think anyone was expecting me to incorporate it the way I did.
Indeed, this is her at her lowest. Gaslighting is precisely what's going on here, again similar to what the show did. Except the tentacles binding her to match how she was bound in her prior "adventures" was all me. And I think the show's version may have been even darker! I really wasn't kidding when I said it drove a ten-year-old girl to attempt to kill herself! Yikes!
Yup, that was basically my "twist" for this story. Hearing how you reacted to it is quite satisfying, I won't lie! XD Whether or not the vision is actually true, what matters is that Renamon thinks it is for a while.
I was thinking of having her breakthrough and emotional recovery be in the next part, but thought it'd be more powerful if it came with her despair still fresh on readers' minds. And that music, when thinking about it with the story in mind, actually gave me slight chills! Amazing choice with that! :D
Thank you very, very much! This may have been relatively easy to write, but I really didn't know if it would click with people! Looks like it did, and I'm so happy to hear that! :D
Indeed, this is her at her lowest. Gaslighting is precisely what's going on here, again similar to what the show did. Except the tentacles binding her to match how she was bound in her prior "adventures" was all me. And I think the show's version may have been even darker! I really wasn't kidding when I said it drove a ten-year-old girl to attempt to kill herself! Yikes!
Yup, that was basically my "twist" for this story. Hearing how you reacted to it is quite satisfying, I won't lie! XD Whether or not the vision is actually true, what matters is that Renamon thinks it is for a while.
I was thinking of having her breakthrough and emotional recovery be in the next part, but thought it'd be more powerful if it came with her despair still fresh on readers' minds. And that music, when thinking about it with the story in mind, actually gave me slight chills! Amazing choice with that! :D
Thank you very, very much! This may have been relatively easy to write, but I really didn't know if it would click with people! Looks like it did, and I'm so happy to hear that! :D
I should've expected as much after that mention you brought up, but damn...! You went all out on having Renamon suffer through it all, especially with the aforementioned Mummification story that ultimately ended up being all in her head thanks to her cold and unfeeling captor! Her believing it to be real was definitely what matter, and it worked splendidly for a good while! Admittedly, I was starting to get more suspicious that that's where the story was going, but it was only until I started reading through this Part that it all came crashing down on me...! XD
This music track especially gets me, every time! I distinctly remember hearing it whilst watching Chuggaaconroy's Let's Play of the game when he was getting near to the end of said game's main story... And the scene it was played in... I won't spoil it, but I will say that as someone who's a huge fan of the first game, that scene combined with the music absolutely BLEW my mind! It's almost hard to believe Chuggaa's STILL not over with this game yet, seeing that as of today, his Let's Play of it is officially one year old!
But I'm getting a little off-topic... I knew for sure it'd be a good pick for this moment, so I had to really dig into the game's soundtrack to find it... Glad I did, though! ^^
You're welcome! I'll be getting to the epilogue, soon! ;)
This music track especially gets me, every time! I distinctly remember hearing it whilst watching Chuggaaconroy's Let's Play of the game when he was getting near to the end of said game's main story... And the scene it was played in... I won't spoil it, but I will say that as someone who's a huge fan of the first game, that scene combined with the music absolutely BLEW my mind! It's almost hard to believe Chuggaa's STILL not over with this game yet, seeing that as of today, his Let's Play of it is officially one year old!
But I'm getting a little off-topic... I knew for sure it'd be a good pick for this moment, so I had to really dig into the game's soundtrack to find it... Glad I did, though! ^^
You're welcome! I'll be getting to the epilogue, soon! ;)
Her being in the Digital World during Part 1 of this, plus there being no acknowledgement of it happening, was definitely a possible indicator that her mummified nightmare was ahead of her, not behind! It's one of those things where I'll love if it catches people by surprise, but I'll also love it if they guess it already because that says to me they're invested enough to even put those pieces together!
Still?! Geez, how long is this game?! I can't be too shocked considering it's an RPG, but this guy clearly still has his work cut out for him! XD
Yes you did! :D
Still?! Geez, how long is this game?! I can't be too shocked considering it's an RPG, but this guy clearly still has his work cut out for him! XD
Yes you did! :D
It's always just as nice to catch up on certain foreshadowing in a story as it is experiencing it for the first time; the clues that lead to the big reveal were all hiding in plain sight, so it's really cool to see! ^^
Oh, yeah! Granted, Chuggaa has finished with the main game and most of the sidequests in it at this point. Now, he's playing through some of it on New Game+ to show off some of the features added into it; and according to him, there's a LOT to cover...! Not only that, he's also planning on playing through the game's expansion, Torna-The Golden Country, as well! As for how long the game is...considering that all of the cutscenes played from first-to-last equate to nearly 14 hours of footage, I'd say this game's PRETTY long! XD
Oh, yeah! Granted, Chuggaa has finished with the main game and most of the sidequests in it at this point. Now, he's playing through some of it on New Game+ to show off some of the features added into it; and according to him, there's a LOT to cover...! Not only that, he's also planning on playing through the game's expansion, Torna-The Golden Country, as well! As for how long the game is...considering that all of the cutscenes played from first-to-last equate to nearly 14 hours of footage, I'd say this game's PRETTY long! XD
You're welcome! :)
Very much so! And through it all, he somehow still makes the whole thing both interesting and fun to watch, seeing as he's more on the Commentator side of Let's Players! And considering that he's been doing this sorta thing for many years, even back in the days where YouTube limited the length of their videos to 10-11 minutes, he's had much time to improve his craft! One of many reasons why he's one of my personal favorite YouTubers! ^^
Very much so! And through it all, he somehow still makes the whole thing both interesting and fun to watch, seeing as he's more on the Commentator side of Let's Players! And considering that he's been doing this sorta thing for many years, even back in the days where YouTube limited the length of their videos to 10-11 minutes, he's had much time to improve his craft! One of many reasons why he's one of my personal favorite YouTubers! ^^
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