Crump Apartments, Floor 4
Things were normal apartment 411B, home of the Queen family. Mr. and Mrs. Queen were out all day, rushing between jobs and occasionally stopping by a vending machine to grab some lunch. Little Elizabeth Queen was off at school, the problem of the poor teachers for at least a few more hours, while Beryl Queen was filling out paperwork by the dozen down at the Station, occasionally sliding them aside to jot down a quick sketch that popped into her head.
And then there was Caroline, sitting in her room with a bizarre creature in her arms, and some kind of demonic symbols swirling about her room. She'd been hard at work writing (read: sitting with her head against the keyboard) for the past few hours, when the call came in. Mom and Dad weren't there to pick it up, and the message had been sufficiently odd, so... And now, for all she knew, she'd just unleashed hell upon the world.
Mother was NOT going to be happy about this.
"My room!" Caroline cried, glancing around at the symbols filling the area, then back to the furry creature in her arms. "What did you do!? What is this?"
"U-Uh, I-I didn't do this!" The Trymon cried, their voice rather small and timid, their beady eyes trembling with confusion. "I-I mean, I don't think I did! I-I'm just a Trymon!"
Caroline glanced back at the little creature with frustration, squeezing it between her hands, feeling the textures of its body-- It was really there, wasn't it? Did it have a pulse, even? This was too much to take in all at once!
No, Caroline decided. She closed her eyes and steeled herself-- She was a smart girl, she could handle this; this was a piece of writing straight out of some trite fanfiction! Suddenly immersed in the world of a lackluster video game franchise, now in a new world-- This was the role she had to play. She couldn't imagine this was any kind of prank; nobody in her family was rich nor clever enough to pull something like this; though doubt tickled the edge of her mind, the thriving, living being in her hands was a highly convincing argument.
"I-I'm sorry!" The Trymon bubbled, their eyes beginning to water, "I-I just wanted to be a good partner! S-so, let's do our best, okay?"
"...Oh," Caroline glanced down at the small creature. "...Well, I guess I'm stuck with you now, aren't I? I never watched Digimon, so you'll have to fill me in on what your lame powers are."
"Well yeah, you're clearly the baby form," Caroline remarked, hefting up the creature like a scientific specimen, touching her chin thoughtfully. "I guess you're thinking it's my job to raise you?"
A grin spread across her face. "Well, I accept! This should be a great opportunity to gather some material! I've been itching for a new project, and now..."
Caroline quickly slid open her desk drawer, her fingers dancing across a set of spiral-bound notebooks, pulling one out. She opened up one of her Japanese Brush Pens she'd gotten from the local store, and with all the careful precision of a girl who wasn't freaking out over magical fuzz balls and satanic symbols, she began writing in careful text on the cover of the book. Trymon itself was watching in confusion, occassionally glancing around the room at the spooky symbols.
"Let's call this... 'Project Digimon'-- No, too obvious." Caroline muttered, tapping her chin.
"Um, what are you doing?" Trymon asked, poking its head up timidly.
"I have to start recording this, of course!" Caroline replied. "I just need a good name, now. 'Project Trymon'? No, that's so blase..."
Trymon didn't really understand this. The spooky symbols hadn't gone away, but if Caroline wanted to write things down, she clearly knew what was best. Trymon decided to put its trust in Caroline; fate had brought them together for a reason, and she would have to just trust in fate!
It was around that time that Trymon heard a sound at the door-- Their antennae twitching in surprise.
"Caroline! I think someone's coming?"
Caroline raised her head, and indeed, she could hear the clicking and tumbling of the door's lock. Her eyes flashed to the clock-- Right about the time Mother came home. A glance out the window confirmed this suspicion, as her mother's battered van below, already parked.
The strange symbols were still all around her room, but she had no idea if they continued to the rest of the apartment. If mother saw this, Caroline had no doubt that she'd be somehow blamed-- She needed to formulate a plan. Critical thinking, at long last!
"Alright, Subject Trymon," Caroline said, putting her hands together, "It's time to show you some tactical reasoning! Are you ready for your first orders?"
"Uh, yeah! I guess!" Trymon said, eager to please.
"Your first mission:" Caroline said, picking up the fuzzball with both hands and giving it a smile.
And with that, she dropped the creature into the desk drawer and slammed it shut.
"Stay there until I say otherwise," Caroline said, rolling her wheelchair back towards the door. "I'll handle Mom and the examine the rest of the apartment for clues! Be back soon!"
"O-okay..." Trymon whimpered.
It was really dark in here.....