The room ceiling light was all that his flare like eyes could focus on. His body could not stop trembling from the dreadful illusion that's been plaguing him for several nights now. A dark forest green blanket with candy and Halloween design patterns wrapped around his weary body. Fear that images from the nightmare stem solely on that trauma. More sleep seemed to be lost with each passing day.

"Need sleep...Should talk to friend" Pumpmon looked down at his tea which Bakumon recommend to help him sleep. It only allowed him to relax just enough to get a hour sleep tops.

He never thought that lack of sleep had such a draining effect upon his body. He only ever had this feeling after having a sugar crash.

His mind seemed to recall the time he had first encounter with watching his friends being killed, frozen in fear like he had been transformed into a stone statue. Neon blue data spilled as it illuminated the abandoned building that his friends lived in. Moss covered ruined hospital of the bronze brown concrete that most of the broken support beams. Many of the vacant rooms had become home to the Candlemon and Ekakimon. Then he saw a spine shivering RED glow. The glints of the steel kunais which the moonlight faintly revealed. Right before they impaled his dear friends to become digitamas. The burning image of the Wrath Sin Code would forever haunt his memory.

To think that the sins that everyone falls into. Even the tiniest action falls under the sins of the seven rings that are in the depths of hell. It was because the scientist created digimon to become the new holders for the sin codes. A fate those digimon never asked for. Having to endulge the desires of those marks even if the digimon themselves would never like to.

Though that was NOT the reason he could no longer have the blissful dreams of candy paradise where it was Halloween year around. Recalling the TRUE reason that the nightmares cause guilt to drown him in what seemed to be an endless sea.

Why....? Why were these dreams coming up now? Shouldn't he be past this already?

In end of his dreams, Shiramon always always reached out to him. There light fills the building to show the blood chilling scene of Shiramon getting stabbed by a knife which Pumpmon held in his hand. The very same knife he had used to carve faces of the young pumpkin headed kids when he first met the Digi Destinies. Fear and immense shock should've been the emotions that the Halloween themed digimon for injuring one of his dearest friends.

Instead the sound of malice laced laughter escaped the wicked smile that spread across his face. Her pleads and cries for mercy only made his smile grow as wide as a famous villian that never stops laughing. Blue neon data spilled out the chest wound on her digicore.

"P-pumpmon....why...?" Shiramon choked out while blue data spouted from her mouth.

He pulled out the data soaked knife before stabbing her again. Each time he plunged the knife into her body, the more addictive to this pleasure. Despite how terrible he felt inside. After finishing Shiramon off and avenging his fallen friends. The moment he looked up is when his pumpkin head orange color faded into a ghoulish white. All his friends shot him glares of disgust and disappointment. Shiramon digitama never appeared which meant that he actually deleted her.

He never could forget the feeling of hatred when Shiramon targeted his friends just to satisfy the Wrath Sin Code. Though the strange dreams of him desiring to kill her and taking joy in it.

Why would he have these dreams right now? Shiramon was now one of his best friends. There pasts were behind them. Plus she had become a big sisterly figure to him as well as Gammamon and Jellymon too.

Feelings to hurt one who become precious to him made him feel no better then how Shiramon had at that time. Even now, she works hard to redempt herself for all the crimes she had done as a pawn vessel of the sin code. Being a puppet of a scientist digimon who manipluated the lives of many for a result which he seeked.

Like the mad digimon hating scientist who made the insect human hybrid. Both only seeking to acchieve their own goals.

Lately Pumpmon been avoiding the assassin wolf digimon to prevent any chances that his dreams were secretly foreshadowings to become a reality. Faking fevers or other believable sicknesses to avoid missions with her. Having Bokomon take his place for cases with Mei and Shiramon involved. Locking the door at home whenever Shiramon wanted to check up on him, or offering an invitation to hang out like they did on every Thursday.

Classical horror movies with a few modern day ones thrown into the mix. Pairs well with the duo fine choice of delicious snacks. Not to mention, how Shiramon is bold to take sweets from Mei's "Treasured Delights".

The knocking at the door nearly caused him to lose his head. He could have had his head become mush with how high he jumped. He opened the door since he thought Hanuel got back from their case with Mei. To his shock....it happened to be the one he had been avoiding.

Shiramon

"Pumpmon! Thank goodness that you're here...." Shiramon looked relieved that one of her friends was alright.

"W-Why is friend here? Thought you were visiting mentor" He tried to evade all eye contact with her. The fear look in her eyes still flashes in front of his eyes.

"Well I was. Tried to call Mei to see how the infiltration mission was going when she didn't answer. I went to the location that Hanuel mention that group was in, but seems like Bokomon managed to destroy their base. Judging from how you are only one here......Something went wrong..." Behind the visor that concealed her eyes were laced with worry.

Mei was not the type to attract dangers like a certain trouble magnet in the group. Hanuel is also pretty careful as well. Meaning that something had to have happened to them.

Pumpmon expression went from being scared for his possible future actions to corcern for his two friends. They usually would have contacted him if something unexpected came up. Now that he thought about it....Hanuel been gone for three days now without contacting him once

"I checked in with Ismaya and Ruli. Both can't get in contact with our tamers either. Blues also told me of an other verse essence being leaked into ours. That would mean that something came here without Solisamon being able to sense it" Odd since their Small Oni always could locate any verse activities the moment it happened.

Something was wrong...so very wrong... Also why was Pumpmon acting so weird around her?

"We need "Candy Buddy" help!" Pumpmon had to save Hanuel from whatever danger they fallen into! Friends always help one another.

"Yeah! Luckily she's at the dorm while Hiro is at class" Seems like this may be a digimon only verse trip.

Solisamon never was in his crazy nightmares, so with her present that means that it was least likely for it to come true.

Thus the two rushed to Hiro dorm room. Passing by a few fellow students who were now sharing their dorm rooms with digimon. Kiyoshiro had gotten the school board to allow a  joined program for digimon and humans to attend the same classes. Nowadays it was a common sight to see the hallways with digimon.

Seems like the invisibility cloak that digimon had been using last year was no longer necessary anymore. Ashame since Bokomon had such pride in teaching such a marvelous feat.

Solisamon seemed to be okay to be in the dorm herself if she was having a nap. There she was sleeping on the bed while holding a plushie that Hiro made her. A small yet adorable tiger made from golden yellow fabric named Sumomo. One of her dearest treasures from her older brother.

"Darn....I can't bare to wake her in such a cute state" Being a motherly figure to so many baby digimon had it's cons to it.

SERIOUSLY! HOW COULD ANYONE EVER THINK TO WAKE UP SUCH A SLEEPING ANGEL LIKE THIS?!

Pumpmon had no choice but to agree. Then a portal opened which the "Verse Keeper" himself walked out. Centuriomon walked out with an annoyed look on his face.

"Of course you're sleeping away while  a verse is threatening to overwhelm yours.... Geez kid..." Centuriomon facepalmed. As if he didn't have his hands full with the verses he handles.

"Centuriomon? That means that  Blues scans were right" Something told the wolf digimon soul that this was going to be a challenge.

Especially if they couldn't digivolve. Well Pumpmon is an ultimate level and Azraelmon can force evolve Solisamon if danger comes. Shiramon herself has managed to hold her ground before meeting Mei. Hopefully those facts would be enough to handle whatever lies within that verse.

"Well since your tamers are involved, I have no other choice but to fill you in. A verse has been leaking it's essence into this one because the digimon who governs it has unlocked the ability to pass through verses. Luckily it is only able to come to this verse. Usually I can seal before it gets to the point where it is now" Centuriomon always tried to keep the verses at peaceful states. No harm or destruction to any of them was the vow he made as the "Verse Keeper".

"Guessing the digimon in that verse did something to prevent you from sealing, right?" Pumpmon asked. Wondering if the verse essence did something to Hanuel.

Please...not his friend...

"The digimon started kidnapping humans who have committed grave sins to their world. Then the residue from the digimon coming here is causing digimon with dark pasts to experience nightmares. Especially nightmares that target the most painful moments in their lives" That caused Pumpmon and Shiramon to gasp.

"THAT'S WHY I'VE BEEN HAVING NIGHTMARES" Both digimon said it at the same time. Then looked at one other in surprise.

Pumpmon seemed more surprise that Shiramon was also experiencing nightmares. It appeared to be unbelievable since she did not exhibit any signs of having the traumatizing phantom illusions as he had every single night.

"I have already been to the "Nightmarish Bad End" verse. The rules state that one can only visit a verse once a day. Any other attempt to go to the same verse twice in one day will result in permanent damage to one's digicore" It is why if one of the verse travelers go to a verse but could not finish their task, then another traveler must be the one to finish it.

That explains why when Solisamon told them about the "Candy Sugar" Verse and despite how Gammamon begged. She couldn't take him there no matter how teary his eyes got.

"Mei and Hans must have been taken because of their pasts..." Shiramon nearly forget the past lives the had before they recieved a fresh happy start.

"The main reason I need Solisamon to take over. Two more verse are having trouble" He hated to put her into a task that he started yet his hands were tied.

Milady seemed highly concerned about this verse as well. Claiming that the digimon....If not handled soon then it could evolve into a viral meance that could infect the verse in chaos.

"We can handle then. Mei and Hanuel would do anything for us. Being their digimon partner means that we protect them at ALL COSTS!" This digimon should never have touched their chosen humans!

Centuriomon nodded. Now the matter was waking up Solisamon arose. He smirked since he knew of the perfect method to wake her.

He picked her up by the tail and froze her time for a limit of one minute. Then grabbed the mouth melting chili spicy that Hiro got for his ramen. He popped the lid off before pouring ALL of the contents into the oni child mouth.

HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!! DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT SOLISAMON HAD A WEAKER SPICE TOLERANT THAN GAMMAMON?!

Solisamon face grew bright red, her teal eyes opened as water spilled from them. Her tongue felt as if a volcanoe of ghost pepper hot sauce drench her taste buds in the underworld level of spice. she rolled off the bed onto the floor from the magma heat scorched her mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! BURNS! BURNS!!! HOT! HOT!" Water! Her mouth needed water!!

Centuriomon couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Looks like he does have a bit of prankster in his digital code. Who would've thought?

WHAT KIND OF MONSTER DOES THAT TO A KID?! HIRO WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM FOR FOING THIS!

"Aughhh!" Solisamon could still feel the pepper were still strongly effecting her poor mouth. Pumpmon had to give her the eight bottles of water just to cool her mouth down.

"Oh you're awake huh? A verse has Mei and Hanuel. Your destination is "Nightmarish Bad End" verse. I have a contact there so he should help" He then leave through a portal. Trusting that Solisamon could handle the rest.

No wonder Solisamon fears Centuriomon as much as she respects him.

Solisamon got the run down from Shiramon, though had a hard time believing the essence leaking into this verse. She had her share of scary moments but still no nightmares. Could it be her Pure attribute protecting her?

The trio soon entered the murky smog sensed portal which only seem to increase Pumpmon visions of his nightmares.

"You okay?" Shiramon voice made Pumpmon trace break in a cold sweat.

"Y-yeah. Just worried about friend" He had no choice but to lie. How could he tell her such an awful dreams.

Why? Why would the essence target this nightmare? Could it be feeding on the hatred he had hidden away deep in his core?

The portal ride landed them in a desert wasteland covered in dark vapor like mist. Bately able to see a foot from where the three were standing. The sheer chill of the scent of death in the air was less reassuring. Truly the scene that is known for sins to come back to taunt their owners, even those who had been fully redempted were no exception here.

"This is like a horror movie that got the best funding in the world" Shiramon visor flashed red as it scanned the surroundings for any incoming threats.

The flash of red.....Just like his nightmare. Why did he fear it after witnessing it several hundred times? NO! NO! Shiramon was not that murderous monster anymore! He shouldn't want to seek revenge! His friends are back and are now having fun with humans.

"Hmm..." Shiramon turned to the west since her scans indicated that a target was closing on them fast. She readied a kunai for any possible altercations.

Solisamon readied her sword as well since she hadn't been to this verse before. Usually Centuriomon gave her a list about the verses she would visit, but he seemed busy with his own verse duties to do so.

Pumpmon wanted to help the others since he was the strongest on the team so far. It seemed the closer he got to Shiramon....The urge to stab her started to surface. He chose to fight by  Solisamon to avoid any events from the dream coming true.

"I see that I finally get to meet the "Multiverse Hero" that the "Verse Keeper" mentioned. A true honor to meet you" Out of the mist is where a Silver Taomon came.

"You must be the contact that Centuriomon mentioned" Shiramon put her kunai away before looking at the Silver Taomon. "Please can you tell us who you are"

"I am a Silver Taomon though I go by the name Haku. I am the foreseer of this verse and informed Centuriomon immediately about what the digimon here is doing" He patted Solisamon head while he spoke. He seemed happy to finally met the one that Centuriomon praises on occasions.

"This place.....is like a torment to the soul....bringing out one's inner darkness to remember what they desire so desperately to forget"  Shiramon knew from experience that certain places forced the mind to recall past traumas.

HIS image started to appear. Memories of that lab always coated in residue of several digimon as he used their data to construct her. Even in her incubation period, the screeches of their dying breathes. There are days that when she looked upon her paws and wondered how many were slaughtered to make her.

"Yes. This is known as a "Torment" verse since it is often used for to punish those who have harm the verses for malice benefits. Some are brought here to have their sins resurface and face all over again. Only few innocents mistakenly arrive here.  My purpose is to guide them back to the homes they come from" He explains as he used a talisman tag to become a yummy sweet cake for Solisamon

Seems like he taken quite the liking to Solisamon. Must be because she gives off a friendly vibe than Centuriomon.

"Have you seen Friends? Names are Hanuel and Mei" Haku eyes widen in fear when Pumpmon told him their names.

"T-those were your tamers? Oh dear children....I fear they are going through immense suffering by Skull Baluchimon who devours fear and guilt of the human hearts. It would seem that those two are large sources. He shall drain them till.....till their hearts cease beating...." Terror struck digimon partners at hearing what their tamers are going through.

They needed to be saved ASAP! That walking fossil is going to be bone fragments for putting their precious partners through such suffering!!

Best not to mess the two members of Team Lirurun that are highly skilled with knives. They tend to sharpen up their skills with those who think it's FUN to toy with their humans.

"Where is Skull Baluchimon at right now? Any idea where they would keep their victims?" Pumpmon asked as his hatred shifted towards Skull Baluchimon right now.

"He lies in the abandon forest which is full of cursed oaks that mimic screams of the ones who were torment till they could no longer scream. The vapor is dense there so it's essence will be most powerful there. Danger is the weakest term to describe it. No mortal nor digimon can hope to escape his wrath" Haku attempted to stop Skull Baluchimon a handful of times. Only to fail with his life barely intact.

Similar to witnessing a near death experience that will forever haunt one with each passing moment. Having to live every day knowing that failure forever lingers in one's mind.

"Thanks" Shiramon started to walk away to the very forest. Fully intending on confronting that monster.

"Wait....Are you seriously going to face him? Forgive me if I sound heartless but you stand no chance. I can not even be sure that those children will still be alive when you get there. Why face such a perilous path that will surely lead to your death? " Shiramon paused on that final question.

Her answer?

"I vowed that no matter what that whichever path that Mei chose to walk down....I be right by her side. I refuse to allow that girl to die now when she has finally got happiness back. I've already died and return just to reunite with my family and friends." There is no way that she allow it to be taken cause of some digimon.

Pumpmon and Solisamon followed her. Knowing that they share the sentiments especially since Hanuel was as dear to Pump as Mei is to Shiramon. No matter how the odds were put against Team Lirurun....

MESS WITH ANY MEMBER AND SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES TEN FOLD.

Pumpmon had to admire how despite how much the vapor was toying with the traumas that she endured. Shiramon brushed it off as long as she can get Mei back safely. Meanwhile more of those images of murdering her flashed in his mind.

It was like those cursed pictures were trying to persuade him to murder the source of  long dormant rage. Like a hidden enemy house themselves in his mind to make the puppet digimon commit such dark act of betrayal.

Does it even make him a friend for having the thoughts of murdering her?

"Pumpmon are you okay? You're never this quiet." Solisamon asked with full concern for her "Candy Buddy".

"Does friend ever get dreams that may show one's dark side? How they may fall to madness?" Thank goodness that Shiramon was too far ahead to hear this question. Probably yell about how betrayed she must feel right now.

"Pumpmon has good heart. Solisamon knows darkness can be scary and even make the most bravest of heroes fall. Though Pumpmon is hurt by darkness....a core of light will protect him" Solisamon placed a hand on Pumpmon heart.

"Your heart beats of good young mon. Even now while you are tempted to murder a friend who was once an enemy, you keep distance to make sure that does not happen" A voice echoed from heart. Familiar yet it seemed like a deity spoke to him.

Maybe a sign that the dream was not something to be worried about. This verse was known for torturing those who bare guilt about past actions after all.

If Shiramon could take this then so could he!

Solisamon could sense that Pumpmon seemed to be a bit more like himself. Her words must have heal whatever doubt he held in his heart.

YAY! Pumpmon never hestitated in cheering others up when they feel sad. He had a nack for making frowny faces into big bright smiles. It felt good to return the favor.

Then Solisamon heared something troubling coming from Shiramon core. Seems like the visor isn't the only thing that was concealing something.....

Shira...it was okay to share your emotions. Hiding and bottling away troubles only will influct a deeper wound than one that already exists.

They took a short break since the forest in question was coming into view. Ironically a sign actually pointed the way, being labelled "TORMENT OF THE 7TH FOREST".

Pumpmon always had some snacks on him so the group could replenished any energy that was consumed while they made their way here. Shiramon kept a look out while her friends enjoyed their sugary refills.

"Shira...you aren't going to eat?" Solisamon looked up from munching on her sweet cake that Haku gave her.

Each bite was like having a mouthful of the most savory carmels. Then it became sprinkled with a mystic taste that somehow refreshed her digital core too. The talisman must have enchanted the taste. THANK YOU HAKU! THIS TASTE WILL NEVER FADE FROM HER EVER!

"No thank you. I am used to walking long distances from past experiences" Then Pumpmon reached out to her. Holding out a vanilla pudding.

"Friend needs energy too" He reminded. His flare eyes were staring her down till she took the pudding.

Blinking a few times before a chuckle escaped her lips. Seems like forever since she was offered something as simply as a pudding cup.

Geez....did she truly worry them that much? Prehaps all this time around Mei had Shiramon taking after her a bit. Not that she meant anything by it.

"Fine but if I gain weight by one ounce....you owe me a movie night" She winks before taking a spoon of the sweet pudding that held such an irresistible aroma.

"Y-yeah it has been awhile...." It felt nice to finally be able to chat with her again.

"She's vulnerable....Take this chance to stab her...She KILL your friends...Who knows if she can hold off the code forever. Hanuel will be her first target....end her before she has a chance to them. All she is a murder. A lethal weapon programmed to be the absolute perfect assassin" A voice in his mind encouraged the nightmare desire. His own inner voice of evil.

He WAS within reach....It was only a matter of time before the vapor overwhelms her. She'll just put everyone in danger like back then.

"Mhmmmm! This pudding is delicious! It's so heavenly on the tongue and the caramel syrup just add a whole new excitement to my taste buds!" A sweet like this is worth cheating oh her diet.

That smile....Not the face of a monster whose only drive is to eliminate her targets. Instead it was one of a kind hearted friend who does what she can to protect all she cherishes.

WHY? WHY WAS THE VOICE TRYING TO GET HIM TO KILL HER NOW? NO! NO! SHIRAMON IS A FRIEND! SHE WOULD NEVER HURT ANYONE! IT WAS ALL THE SIN CODE FAULT!

He furiously shook his head while he mentally yelled at himself.

"Pumpmon tell me....What nightmares have you been having?" Shiramon finally asked the question which she was meaning to. Waiting for the right moment to ask such a thing.

Pumpmon mouth opened but he immediately closed it. How could he ever tell her? She would completely ice him out.

"It was about murdering me huh?" How unsurprised she was seemed about it.

"Friend knew?!" How?!" He had been so careful not to breathe a single word
about it. Did Shiramon somehow gain the power of a psychic?!

"When two souls share a similar pain, it shows well within their eyes. No matter how hard one attempts to hide it. Tainted cores can never truly be cleansed no matter how much one tries to clean it. Light does banish darkness but it only reveals the hidden shadows which were deeply concealed. Traumas never go away. They may disappear for a short time but.....they will also resurface. A constant reminder that the past which we want to abandoned will always exist. Desires and wishes of what should be done there, and when in the times of now" Shiramon always thought of what she could have done differently.

The past can never be changed.....no matter how many choices could have been altered. Shiramon knows that far better than anyone.

"You're not mad?" He stares in disbelief.

"If I were in your shoes....Then I would also have some resentment. I slaughtered your friends just to appease a mark who holds an endless appetite for violence. Apologies alone can not have been enough to undo that. I am sad about you having those dreams but I can not blame you either" Shiramon brushed heeself off before going to the enterance of forest.

"Shira....." He should've told her. The feeling of not being trusted must be painful too.

Though one question still remains......... What nightmares did the wolf assassin experience from the vapor.

The oak trees where a cinder brown like firewood that had just been lit ablaze. The wooden curves seemed to copy the faces of the victims who had suffered within it's borders. The grass below their feet had wilted ages ago, now nothing remained but crinkly weed like strands. The vapor was much more denser in this area as Haku told them. Causing more of the nightmarish images to flash within their minds.

"KILL HER...SHE NEEDS TO DIE! MAKE HER SUFFER! SHE DESERVES IT FOR WHAT SHE DID TO FRIENDS!!" The voice with the puppet digimon mind only got louder and louder. Tempting him to grab the knife and stab her from behind.

"......She....needs to pay..." The voice seemed to have a powerful hold over his mind now....

NO! REMEMBER SHE IS A FRIE-

A pair of screams snapped the group out of their trances. Just a bit further ahead was Skull Baluchimon. The possessive fossil skeleton was currently consuming the guilt of the two humans.

There entrapped in stone casing that shone like silver in the sunlight but it seemed covered in curse red talismans which prevent them from escaping. All they can do is. scream in pain while the giant consumes their pain.

One who fears the past that resurfaces no matter how far they push it away. The other who rather keep her past locked away so others don't learn the dark secrets.

"MEI!"

"FRIEND!"

"GRRR....Who dares interrupt my meal?" Skull Baluchimon refused to allow the only delicious meal be stopped from some meddlesome pests.

"Our tamers are not on the menu! YOU BETTER LET THEM GO!" Shiramon demanded while dual wielding twin kunai.

"NO ONE HURTS FRIENDS!" Pumpmon was ready to show him the darker side to Halloween Eve.

Solisamon got her sword ready. Her stomach however did NOT take well to spice then sugar.....She felt like she would hurl at any moment. WHY CENTURIOMON?! WHY DO THIS?!

Skull Baluchimon laughed as he ceased partaking in his meal for a moment. He may be able to use his vapor to give him a splendid show along with his food. He then focused his vapor to surround Pumpmon. Allowing his darkest thoughts and desires to take over his mind.

"KILL SHIRA!" With a swift motion, he pulled out the knife before charging at Shiramon. The wicked smile pastered on his face with the glee of finally going to do it!

There the knife plunged into Shiramon. It would seem that the dream had been a foreshadowing all along.....

"SHIRAMON!!" Mei cried with tears already spilling from her face.

Hanuel eyes expanded in sheer horror. How could Pumpmon do sich a thing? Was it their fault? Had their influence at that time still have been deeply rooted within him? Had they caused their digimon partner to snap into a mad mon?....

"It's...okay....You're okay..." Two arms wrapped around the ultimate digimon. Embracing him in a comforting hug.

Her core had been impaled to the point where many others would have long been dead. Her breathing started to get weaker yet her grip on Pump never did.

"S-Shira...what did I....?" His senses had returned only to see him face the reality he had been trying to avoid all this time.

"You gave into the darkness....Though you aren't lost because of it..." She coughs a bit of a data. "You're still that sweet pumpkin headed child who cares for his friends" She removed the knife and tossed it far out of sight.

"How....?How can Shiramon forgive? Why is it so easy to make ammends even if others hurt?" He just stabbed her out of pure hatred. Giving into a pleasure that only a sicko would find delightful.

"Cause....Getting forgiven does NOT mean that one will always be redeemed. Getting the forgiveness of others is far easier than forgiving one's self. It's why I still have nightmares of the day I caused you pain....I was too weak to fight against the sin code that day. Slaughtering the innocent friends you had to satisfy the twisted desires of this accursed mark I wear. How I once took such joy in killing when now it sicken me to remember that was who I once was.....To watch you cry in the suffering which my paws alone caused....." A stream of tears started to leak from her visor.

Her nightmares had been about him? About the first encounter they had? One that not only had a grave impact on them, but their tamers as well.

"Shira....WHY? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL FRIEND?!" Kinda ironic since he been distancing himself so he wouldn't have to tell her.

"Cause no crime of death is forgiven truly. We all harbor a feeling of anger for those who taken our loved ones" She raised her right hand to pat Pumpmon on the head.

Skull Baluchimon frowned at this silly moment of friendship between the two. To not give into the vaor was near impossible since even the most noblest of hearts would snap in such an environment. It started to cause his hunger to waver. He had to deal with these two before he lost his appetite to his meal that he rather savor.

All it would take is ONE STOMP to crush them out of existence. He raise his foot above them as he was ready to snuff the flames of their existence out.

Solisamon tried to rush to her two friends. Yelling at them to "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Her pleading words seem to fall upon deaf ears. No matter how fast she was running, the dark fact that she wouldn't make it to them in time sunken in. It felt like everything had fallen into slow motion right now!

PLEASE RUN! GET OUT OF THERE! P-please....please don't let her see her friends die....

"Hey Pump.....even if I am still recovering from being that monster. Even if it takes eternity for your hatred to go away.....Can we still be friends?" Shiramon asked with the giant skeletonal foot only inches away from crushing them.

Pumpmon tears up before hugging Shiramon back. "Yeah....We FRIENDS will heal together" Together they get through this matter.

Mei and Hanuel VR bracelets flashed red with the Sin Code of Wrath appearing on the screen.

"WARNING! WARNING! WRATH DNA DIGIVOLUTION ACTIVATED!" It seems in this time of darkess is also when a light shall appear. Except it isn't the usual holy one that one would expect.

The foot crushed the two but was instantly pulled back as a redish glow completely blinded the forest in it's brightness. So bright that even the shone from Solisamon diamond pattern could not be seen, nor did anyone see the Wrath Sin Code appearing on Pumpmon hand.

"Seems as though two souls who were tormented by their suffering are now embracing one another in a shared understanding. Trying their best to put their pasts behind them, to not be chained down to those moments for the rest of their lives. Reminds me of a certain digimon that only desired smiles, despite all that he loved turning their backs to him. Shiramon the artificial digimon who forges a new path for herself despite her programming. Pumpmon, a child of Halloween who has now overcome a hurdle in life. The digimon that your two cores form longs to make friends again. Even taking it upon himself to be given life from the Demon Lord of Wrath. Consonnomon is ready to be on that that stage once again!" On cue with the voice is when the new evolution triggered.

"Shiramon!"

"Pumpmon!"

"DNA DIGIVOLVE to....!!!" Time for a real SHOW STOPPER of a fun time to begin.

The scene starts with a ruin and rundown stage that has been long forgotten. There slumped in the dead center of the dimly lit stage, lies a marionette puppet who name is one that is no longer remembered. Then the dusty doors of the stage entrance open. Shiramon and Pumpmon walk down in a trance like state to the stage. Draw to the fallen marionette who even it's master has left it to disappear in the abyss of erasure. Soon their bodies faded which led to their digicores hovering around like wandering souls. The cackling sound of a demon laughter echoes about the stage. A redish glow pulls the cores into the puppet before a dead silence. The puppets eyes glow, slowly comimg to it's feet. Standing up without the need for any strings of a handler.The spotlights are restored to life as the puppet bows. Ready to makes every child have a smile again!

Even if they have to crave one onto their faces. HEHE!

"Hello, Hello~ Good day my joyful friends~ Consonnomon has return so we all can have blast~" The digimon danced merrily since it had been ever so long since he had returned.

There stood a true supernatural phenomenal before the group's eyes. A marionette puppet without a single string to direct his movements.  The black wood that his body was carved from was from a log cut from a mysterious tree which could not be identified Carved eyes looked blank with a dull yellow color. Though it would seem that there was a sense of life in those wooden optics. Pumpkin orange hair was upon his head  have bits of green crystals were nestled deep inside. The hair style was quite odd since the hair appeared to form two canine like ears. Similar to that of a wolf.An orange fur tuff covered the neck, a golden chocker with a Jack O Latern decoration which held an eerie vibe. A bright red suit jacket with a pocket on each side with a white inner shirt underneath. Around the marionette waist was a leather belt that possessive the Wrath Sin Code on the belt buckle. At the right side of the belt was a iron sword from the medieval times. He wore a black tights that perfect covered his wooden limbs as if they were tailored to fit a human. Red boots that bare the same shade of blood were on the feet of the puppet digimon. Whether it was a design color or belong to the poor soul who upset the wooden digimon. Lastly was the few orange cut pieces of cloth that made the tail. Strange that a humanoid puppet would possess animal characteristics but it was best not to question it.

"Pumpmon and Shiramon fused?! Huh I always expect their fusion would be more terrifying" Hanuel couldn't have imagined that those two would form a puppet. Judging from it's design, possibly a character for a children's television show program.

They were expecting Mei to have some sort of input about the DNA Evolution as well. Thoughno response came. They turned to see the poor girl passed out with the must frighten expression on her face.

"Oh right...you fear dolls and toys...." Now Hanuel was wishing that they still had their phone for this perfect blackmail opportunity.

In the struggle against Skull Baluchimon who had transformed Bokomon into the newest tree sapling, the skeletonal fossil giant pulverized their phone into a pancake which was practically stomped into the ground. They really need to bring a back up camera for these times of situations. A golden opportunity had just been missed because of it.

"Cool!" Consonnomon turned his head to see the excited Solisamon behind him. He smiled fondly at the child.

"Hello Starshine! Aren't you just a Shooting star with the endless flames of energy burning around you! I'm Consonnomon. May I ask my new friend her name?" He couldn't help but greet her. It had been AGES since his last show.

"Solisamon! You look soooo cool!"  Solisamon went starry eyed since this was the first time she met a real life marionette.

"Awww! Aren't you a sweetie pie!" Consonnomon smiled before reaching to pinch Solisamon cheeks.

He could just EAT THE LITTLE ONE RIGHT UP!

Though a skeletonal foot stomped him into the ground before he had a chance. Everyone froze since they had actually forgotten about Skull Baluchimon for a moment.Solisamon felt her core shatter while seeing the splinters of wood scattered around of what was Consonnomon.

"Pathetic stick! You were foolishness to even fathom the idea that your weak excuse of existence could have even the slightest chance against me" Skull Baluchimon moved his foot right to left to crush the splinters deeper in the ground. Disgusted by the digimon who ignored him.

He raised his foot, ready to crush the other small insignificant digimon who was an eye sore to him. The weak are only food for the strong to devour! DIE WEAKLING!!

"Oh dear friend. If you wanted to PLAY  then all you had to was ask" Consonnomon voice appeared. One by one, the wooden splinters started to vibrate.

Piece by piece they magically joined back together until Consonnomon returned like he was never harm at all. No scratches or even a single nick.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Skull Baluchimon bellowed. HOW?! HOW DOES THIS FEEBLE TOOTHPICK STILL STAND?!

"I am always looking for new FRIENDS to play with. Wanna play some of my games? They are simply to  die for!" Consonnomon head completely turned to face Skull Baluchimon who was behind him. His eyes now holding a demonic eerie glow.

"Games?" That didn't really all that back to Solisamon.  Games are fun, not scary.

Oh if only she knew that this marionette who was now the Demon lord toy....Had games that always seemed to have deadly amusement.

"I loathe those who act like children! Laughter and creative are weak compared to the power that fear and guilt provide. Your annoyance is almost admiral. After I crush you, I will use your damaged limbs to pick my fangs" Skull Baluchimon looked down at the puppet. Unfazed by the threat since he had heard several thousand before.

"Okay mister Spoooky  Booones~" Consonnomon extended the Os just to tease the ultimate level before them. Knowing the PERFECT game for their lastest vict-....lastest friend.

"DEADLY FEAR!" The vapors surrounded Consonnomon, ready to make him suffer his worst fears till he died.

"Hehehe" Much to Skull Baluchimon shock. Consonnomon was no bother at all by the vapors. "My turn~ Hey heard of a place called Whanslanchester? It's the absolute bestest place to play Tag!" Consonnomon send some of his fellow marionette friends to play with Skull Baluchimon.

It's been ever so long since they had a play date. Last time, they were playing with a group of Orgemon that make fun of him for his looks. There screams of joy till they were turned into souls for the puppets were delightful.

Hanuel thought it was best that Mei was knocked out cold. The way the marionette were clawing Skull Baluchimon bones into fragments as small as a need, that would be a scene that would forever haunt their dreams.

THANK GOODNESS THAT HE IS THEIR ALLY. CAUSE ANY ENEMY DOESN'T DESERVE THE INDESCRIBABLE HORROR BEFORE THEIR EYES.

The Wrath Sin Code glew when Skull Baluchimon digicore became present. The puppet wooden mouth opened as he consumed the soul of the one who consumed fear. The VR bracelets flashed a red color, two baby digimon taking the place of Consonnomon.

Hanuel continued to stare in disbelief at the scene that had been before their eyes. Bokomon being released and asking what happened could not stray his mind. Solisamon could only pick up Wulfmon and Yumiki Botamon while Hanuel carried Mei.

Consonnomon ate the digital core....He had basically ate the heart of a fellow digimon as if it were a fruit.His smile was both twisted and innocent as data residue leaked from the corner of his mouth.

The group soon returned to Hanuel apartment. Taking some time to process what they had just witnessed.  It feel like they were in a horror movie that never seemed to end.

Wrath Sin Code....What other horrors are hidden within thy devious code to commit such atrocities? Would others who fised with Shiramon suffer similar effects? To give into the darkness that overwhelms their minds and become twist version of themselves?

Even now, Hanuel could not stop their legs from shaking so violently that they could make earthquake like vibrations. If this was tjeir reaction than just imagine what the others would think......

For the moment the least they could do was to get Solisamon home safely. Hiro would be shocked at what his little sister had witness.

Many nightmares would follow after today for a long time. The little oni would have to sleep with the reassuring comfort of holding one of her brothers hands. To have that feeling of their pressence to help her remember that she is okay now.

Not to mention the planning Hiro was taking to get back at Centuriomon. NOT ONLY DID HE WASTE THE SPICE HE HAD SPEND SO LONG MAKING. HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO USE IT ON SOLISAMON!

Too much salt alone can mess with the little oni stomach.Solisamon now can't looke at a chili pepper without going green with nausea. She had her own score to settle with the "Verse Keeper"!

Mei relaxed comfortable in Hanuel bed. The moment that she woke up, Hanuel planned to tell her everything.  The mission beforehand had already exhausted her. Adding the stress and suffering that she went through in that verse has pushed her to her limit.  Rest may just convince her that Consonnomon was all but a terrible nightmare.

Better that she thinks that for now. Right now the memory of Consonnomon caused the heart to tremble greatly with fear.

May they no longer have any sort of reason to return to such a verse.

On the bed, the two baby digimon rested to regain some of the energy that neededto be refueled. Yumiki Botamon paradise dream horizon had slowly become clouded as a nightmare started to arise.

The white bear like slime trembled, whimpering from the scary pictures which flashed within his mind. Taunting him which past regrets and exposing his deepest darkest fears.

NO! NO! NO! NO!!! He was home now! He escaped the hellish verse! Shiramon was still alive! He is safe! Please stop tormenting him!! P-please no more.

Wulfmon open her eyes a bit yo see that her friend still was heavily chained to the heavy hold of nightmares. Hurting him like a child bully would at school.

This time is different. Neither one of them is alone. They would tackle these nightmares torment on the both of them, over come the hurdle together as any friends would.

There is no timeline for one healing the internal wounds from emotions or mental traumas. Mecidines consists of support from those around you. That and aid from those who hold similar to equal experiences. There is no shame in reaching out and seeking help. No need to go for it alone when there are others to help one through it..

Wulfmon nuzzled up closer, her long blanket like tail softly coiled around the two of them. Hums from wolf like sounds vibrated within the little one's throat for a makeshift lubally.

Yumiki Botamon scared expression transformed into a relaxed one. His nightmares returning back to the previous states.

The two of them  could handle any past, present, or future issue that comes their way.

As scary as the puppet who the demon lord digimon of Wrath brought to life may be. Thanks to him, they overcame a darkness that could have been the end of them all.