Worm Protocol 4.5: You're Gonna Have A Bad Time

Nobody had ever accused me of being calm. I wasn't Alphamon, who could wake up to everybody in the world trying to kill him and just shrug his shoulders, wonder, "Is it lunchtime already?" and continue his day. Nor was I the Brat, who would panic. However I usually had a good control on my temper. Somebody trying always to kill me, every fucking day; people bitching, that was life; me not being happy, my whole experience on this fucking planet… That I could deal with. Still betrayal always had the effect of really getting me into a really wrathful mood.

The darkness blanketed me, and among sensory deprivations this was among the better ones. I couldn't see for shit, and my hearing was messed up. The worst part of it all was my sense of touch. Hinukamuy was covered with the stuff as well. It didn't change the fact that, the darkness had to end somewhere, and Brian may be eating out of a tube before the night was out, but still.

I stepped forward, the street cracking under my foot, and I shot out of the veil of darkness, straight towards Rune. I clotheslined her, instantly knocking her out, and probably breaking something. But I couldn't risk her throwing Chrome Digizoid around blindly. The other E88 capes were injured too much to really run away so I wasn't worried. I recalled Hinukamuy to me, and I rose up my digisoul igniting the air around me making the air have shimmering heat waves.

I looked down at the Undersiders, and I smiled something horrendously at them. The fucking moron that was Brian hiding behind skull mask. While Heartrbreaker's other suspected kid, Regent, had a Crown and Scepter among other things. Hellhound had a thick fur coat on with a Rottweiler mask on, and the last of the motley crue was Tattletale, known for proclaiming she was psychic. She wore a simple domino mask over her face.

"Grue, we need to leave now!" she said already trying to get her monstrous steed to move.

"No shit!" he yelled back, trying to reign in the animalistic girl. "Bitch, we won't be able to do anything to Hookwolf if we don't get out right now!"

I was having none of that. In an instant, I was right by her monstrous steed. Fingers clenched to spear it through. Only for at the last second for my arm to drive itself into the street burying my body in concrete. 'Regent!' Hinukamuy's form overlapped with mine followed the same action with the same result.

"Alphamon's pity toward your shitty life situation or not, I will break every fucking bone in your body if you don't ditch your friends this instant," I shouted towards Regent. Alphamon mentioned emotional appeals were pretty much useless on Heartbreaker's kids, so I was trying physical threats.

"Regent do not let up on your control of him!" Tattletale shouted again trying to get her steed to move."

"Little Girl, you say you're psychic. Tell me, what do you see me doing to you once I get out of this?" Hinukamuy's threat had an obvious effect as she tried even harder to get away from me. Not going to let that happen.

"Uhh, guys, like I'm all for not having every bone in my body broken, but I don't think I can keep this guy long." Regent said and if I didn't want to turn Brian into a pretzel, I could have almost appreciated the calm he was showing.

I felt my arm slacken, and I ripped it out my blazing fist, only for my body to spasm again. I fucking hated anything that could mess with my attacks, so Regent was going to be like every Puppetmon that I had ever fought against, except he would have the misfortune of living.

That was Hinukamuy separated from me, before spasming me still form the lack of control with me, gave me enough time, to catch up to Tattletale. I yanked her off the creature, and threw her to the ground her body rolling to the side. When the dog bit me, it instantly let go as my digisoul set it ablaze.

"Wait, stop!" she held up her hand obviously somewhat dazed, "You can't do this. You're a hero!"

"Wrong," I snarled as I grabbed her arm and squeezed crushing most of the bones in her arm. "I'm a knight. There's a difference. And you and your little pals are about to learn it."

I turned around ignoring her screaming and popped my neck. Hinukamuy was still spasming, and I decided to take care of Regent.

"One down," I said appearing behind Regent and breaking his arm, sending his steed through another building. I knocked him unconscious afterwards. Then I started towards Hellhound. Brian would have to be content with seeing his team destroyed. For now.

I kicked Hellhound's steed to the side, though not before grabbing her, and throwing her to the ground, and then smashing my foot down on her leg. She wouldn't be walking anytime soon. I realized there was no skill in my actions. I was fucking brawling, and I didn't care. How dare Brian use skills that I had taught him to protect him and his little sister to be a villain?

"And now for you," Hinukamuy dropped Brian from the air only for my foot to lash out and catch him in the gut. He should have folded over. Instead, I watched him roll four times before he came to a stop. I went from my twelve foot form, to my six foot form, and I waited for him to get up.

"Come on, big guy." Punch me, kick me, you're gonna be black and blue by the end of this either way.

Instead he did something that shocked me, and enraged me even further. "I surrender" He put up his arms, and got on his knees. He tacked on after a couple of seconds. "My team does as well."

My teeth gritted in frustration, I couldn't do anything further, I did not hit opponents who had surrendered despite the fact he had abused my trust and he hadn't done it unknowingly. I had made all my students swear an oath to only use these skills for defense.

I felt my fist curl. Hinukamuy's growl rumbling the street. What did being a villain defend? Hell the PRT here would have bent over backwards to get a cape, and yet he was a fucking villain. I could have punched him right then and there, with my credit nobody would have blinked an eye. However, I merely closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath. And I became aware of something else.

"How long have you been there, Jesmon?" I had forgone our usual banter… Shit. I hated this fucking planet.

He tossed Alabasta, currently unconscious and thus not resseting, to the ground. "I caught what I presumed to be Hookwolf running away, and then I tied up those dog things."

"Are the police on their way?" my question was answered as we saw a siren flash and a PRT van pull onto the street.

"My guess, yeah." Tch. Smartass, he wouldn't have given that lip to any other of our brothers.

Still it was a pretty small van considering all of the Capes we had knocked out here.

I turned to Grue. I pulled him close so that I was sure he'd hear me. "If you escape or even think of doing another villainous act I will find you and break every fucking bone in your pathetic body."

He just nodded his head. My eyes focused on the PRT officer coming up.

"We didn't think so many parahumans would be here. So we'll just take the Undersiders to jail. More PRT vans will be here shortly for the others. Would you two please stay and guard the E88 capes?"

Considering staying in Grue's presence only goaded me further to severely hurting him. I agreed, and Jesmon nodded his head.

"Officer." Jesmon started "I knocked unconscious Cricket, Night and Fog in the other dog-fightings on 8th street fourth the building on the left southbound."

"We'll send a van to pick them up as well." The officer nodded, before turning to his counterpart who had secured Tattletale, before going on to collect Grue. Injecting him with a sedative before carting him to the van. They repeated the process with Hellhound, her creatures, and Regent before they loaded them into the containment van, and drove off.

We watched them leave in silence.

"That wasn't your style, Master," the Brat said obviously picking up on my anger and the fact that my digisoul was searing the street with it's flames.

"I fucking taught one of those brats, and what does he decide to do? Be. A. Fucking. Villain. I knew he had powers, I just assumed he had the common sense not to use them as a villain. He's fighting a custody battle for his sister!" At my Brat's confused look I elaborated. "His sister's current caretakers are really shitty. He's lobbying to make himself the primary caretaker."

"Admirable, but why did he turn to villainy, then?"

"Fuck if I know. He's thoroughly proven himself to be a stupid sack of shit tonight."

I sighed, and decided to start tying up the other E88 villains. After I had a literal pile of nazis, I went cross-legged and started meditating. I needed to clear my fucking head.

30 minutes later Jesmon's P.O.V

Tonight was bad, and Masters mood wasn't just the betrayal of a student. It ha—

My thoughts were cut off as I heard the PRT sirens. Master remained unmoved, although the way his digisoul occasionally flared suggested his temperament.

"Officers, what took you so long?" I asked. "Some of the E88 members woke up and tried to free themselves. I had to dissuade them."

"Well, clearing out all of the E88 dog-fighting rings, may have had something to do with that."

I tried to find a polite way to reply. "I find that surprising." I started carefully. "Considering the fact on how quick a squad car was able to pick up the Undersiders earlier."

"You guys were able to get the Undersiders too? We didn't get a report about that."

Master's body snapped to the officer that had spoken. He didn't need to speak for anyone to hear what he was shouting. 'What?'

"We handed them over to a PRT van about 30 minutes ago," I muttered. I only got confused looks in reply. There was some discussion over the radio.

"We didn't get a report about the Undersiders presence. We just came due to, well... the lightshow you guys were putting on."

My brain started connecting the dots. We had handed the Undersiders off to a third party, someone with access to PRT equipment. Meaning that the Undersiders were still at large and worse...

"Excuse me." Master's dull tone promised pain and rage. "I need to go clear out the Boat Graveyard." He rocketed off towards the said location, leaving me to make sure the PRT officers here actually acquired the E88.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I watched Hinukamuy throw a freighter farther off into the ocean, and for Master to let loose a barrage of punches, parting the bay briefly before it came together with a crash.

I had finally been able to connect the dots onto why Masters mood, had been... Well, worse than usual. He as humans put it, "Had hit the wall." I made note of how the sea he was standing on was boiling. Had… Had it been like that before?

I found the human world fascinating, however fascinating or not, we weren't humans. And digimon, or more specifically the Royal Knights as a whole, weren't the best option for scouting the human world. It was down to us specifically and how humans did things.

Humans were well, they didn't handle physical punishment as well which is what I found out after seeing the E88 skinhead I had broken still hurt and not healed the next day. Problem was Digimon... well we fought more, multiple species fought daily. My brothers, the Royal Knights, included those who regularly fought the worst of the worst, and outside of that we still operated on a completely different level than humans.

Sitting still each day, going to work day after day, that was torture for us. My brothers had avoided it by completely throwing themselves behind the mission. Forcing themselves to remember that it was on the orders of our God. And even then, we all jumped at the chance to flex our muscles and try the combat this world had when given the chance.

The problem was even that was found to be disappointing. And for someone who breathed and lived combat, Master was in a world where he couldn't vent. His two daughters were gone. So he was put in a situation where nothing relieved his stress, and he was a world that was practically cardboard. This betrayal was the proverbial straw that had "broken the camel's back," if I got Taylor's idiom right.

I sighed and watched him crumple a boat before punting it into the sky. He had enough force behind it to land somewhere not on land, so I wasn't too worried. I let his behavior continue on for another twenty minutes before went up to him.

I was behind him when I spoke. "So how are we looking on the completion of your 'bitch-fit?'"

Hinukamuy growled, only for Rene to go up and circle him, before hitting Hinukamuy on the back of the head.

"It's about over brat," He muttered, watching a wreck sink into the distance.

"It's not gonna get easier, Master." I said enjoying the stars

"Brat, I know that. I just find this world to be fundamentally fucked up on so many different levels.

"That's true, but aren't we supposed to be Royal Knights?"

"Yes" The reply was short so I knew I was getting somewhere.

"And as Royal Knights isn't it our job to continue the mission no matter what, I shouldn't have to tell you this?

" I know, just..." He trailed off and I let the silence continue, Blanc and Noir were practically my sisters.

Master broke the silence. "Ah shit, look at you being all mature and shit. Maybe next year you can beat Omnimon in the biggest stick in the mud contest." But no matter what he said, he was smiling now, and that was an improvement.

"Charming, Master," I replied dryly, as though there would ever be such a contest.

"Oh and you're even using sarcasm! Oh, I could just cry."

"Mood whiplash and your inherent need to prove you're a masculinity aside, I will burn all the booze in Earth Bet if you start crying." No seriously. Ogudamon and Demon Lords I could handle, Master crying was something so far above me, that I would traverse the multiverse to escape such an event.

I decided to throw him a bone. "Hey, since most of the villains in the Bay are taken care of/ I'm sure we could spar if Omnimon approves."

"Brat, I'm only saying this once, and I will hurt you if you repeat this...You were a great student." He walked off.

I stood there the words repeating in my head before I nodded my head. There was only one course of action. I launched myself at Master.

"Who are you and What have you done with Master?" He dodged, flipping over my strikes.

"Yggdrasil Dammit, Brat!" And all was right with the world.

End Worm Protocol 4.5: You're Gonna Have A Bad Time

AN: So comes an end to Gankoomon's arc, and onto a new knight… Not before I write the interlude of whoever wins. Anywho, I'll have you draw your conclusions on which knight comes next. And how the human world must seem to the Royal Knights.