Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Halloween Is Impmon's Day ❯ Halloween Is Impmon's Day ( Chapter 1 )

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HALLOWEEN IS IMPMON'S DAY
A Digimon Tamers fanfiction by:
Christian "The Flashman" Rogers
Digimon is copyright Toei Studios, Saban, and FOX Kids.
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Night time in the city of Tokyo; the West Shinjuku District.

In one of the parks, a small, purple Digimon with a white face, large
green eyes, a demonic looking smiley face on his chest and a red
bandana around his neck, walked from out of the underground tunnels
he called home into the chilly night air.

"Ahhhh," he said contentedly, "A new night for Impmon to give some
humans a fright. Hey, that rhymes. Baboom!"

Although... tonight seemed a little darker than most nights and there
were a bunch of strange glowing faces sitting on top of a near-by
walk-bridge. "... The heck's up wit' that?" Impmon wondered aloud as
he strolled towards the light, "They look like Pumpkinmon who've lost
their heads."

Impmon looked at the little orange things with the strange triangle-
eyed, serrated mouth designs carved in them. He lifted the top of one
and looked inside to see a candle as the source of illumination.
"Yeesh," he thought, "Leave it ta humans to waste somethin' on a pretty
light show."

The Virus Digimon then started to smile as a thought hit him. "Then
again..." he said to the Jack O'Lantern as he rubbed his hands, "My
new little friend here doesn't need to be a TOTAL waste."

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"Tetsuyugi..." the small, skinny young woman said to her larger male
companion, "I... I..."

The youngish looking and yet rather muscularly developed boy smiled
down at her. "Don't worry Gin-Rei..." he replied, "I know..."

The two drew closer, hugging each other as the young man brought his
face down towards his girlfriend's. The girl closed her eyes, her face
reddening in expectation...

*Splut*

She opened her eyes and discovered that she was now kissing a pumpkin
that had fallen onto her boyfriend's head.

Impmon laughed from his hiding place in the tree above them, tears
coming to his eyes as he watched the man stagger around as he tried to
pull the pumpkin off his head.

Impmon's laughter stopped as he caught sight of something odd out of
the corner of his eye. Turning around curiously, he saw that, over
the wall of the park, small groups of children dressed as Bakemon,
Myotismon, Dogmon, Piedmon and other strange looking... things, were
walking around with sacks in their hands as they moved around the
walkways of the various apartment complexes and the streets of the city
itself.

"Hmmm..." Impmon muttered, "This looks interestin'. They say curiosity
killed the Gatomon, but since I ain't no feline, awaaaaaay I Baboom!"

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The child dressed in a white bed sheet with holes cut out of it for eyes
knocked on the door and waited. As he was waiting, another kid
dressed in a really goofy looking purple monster thingy outfit
sauntered up next to him and asked, "Heya Bakemon, whatcha doin'?"

"I'm a ghost!" The child replied, "And I'm trick-or-treating!"

"Trick-er-treatin'? What's that?"

"You're dressed up in a really cool costume and you don't know what
trick-or-treating is?" the boy marveled at Impmon.

"Thanks fer the compliment but this ain't a costume," Impmon replied,
"I like tricks so what's treats got ta do wit' it?"

"It's simple," the boy said, "You knock on the door, wait for someone
to answer and say 'Trick or Treat' and then they give you candy!"

"Wait a second... how goofy is THAT?!" Impmon replied with a sneer as
the door opened behind him, "I mean, you go door ta door and say,
'Trick or Tre--"

Impmon blinked as the old woman in the apartment placed a piece of
chocolate in his hand.

Now Impmon didn't hate everything about humans. They had one or two
redeeming qualities in his eyes. The greatest of these, was the food,
particularly the candy variety. As the implications of what had just
happened began to sink in, a slow, calculating grin began to spread
over his face.

Before either the child or the old woman could see it, Impmon swiftly
broke into tears, crying up a storm as he said, "WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I
LOST MY BAGGIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"

"Oh you poor dear..." the old woman said, "There's such hooligans out
there... I'll be right back..."

She walked off into the apartment, leaving the door open and, more
importantly, the candy in reach. "Lady..." Impmon thought, "you have
NO idea..."

With that, he scooped handfuls of the treats into the child's bag,
winking at him as he did so. The sheet covered child chuckled, happy
that this strange boy was helping him get more candy. Impmon quickly
returned to his crying guise as the old woman came back into view,
handing him a good-sized burlap sack. Impmon let his tears trail off
smiling as the woman said good-bye and closed the door.

"Thank you," the boy chirped happily at Impmon, "Here, have some."

The boy shoveled some of the extra candy from his bag to Impmon's and
turned to go on his way. "Don't mind if I do..." Impmon chuckled to
himself as he used a claw to cut a slit in the boy's bag and took the
candy as it fell out, running away before the boy had realized what
had happened.

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And so went Impmon's night.

He'd occasionally join a cluster of children and get candy (although
he had to remember to say the right words and not his instinctive "Now
gimme!"), then he would carefully slit the bags of the other children
and make off with their candy as well. He'd move to another apartment
complex when people started getting suspicious and, after a good two
hours (and taking a few minutes to toss raw eggs and silly string at a
bunch of teenagers), his bag was stuffed solid.

"Whatta haul! Whatta haul!" The Virus Rookie Digimon cried happily
as he hopped along the rooftops, adjusting his hold on his bag, "Hooo,
I'll just bet there's gonna be a lotta unhappy tykes tomorrow mornin'."

It was at this point a flash of yellow and white fur came into view in
front of him, causing to pull up short and gasp in surprise. He quickly
stopped as he recognized the humanoid fox Digimon in front of him and
smirked at her. "What brings ya ta the neighborhood, Fox Face?" Impmon
said, acting as casually as he could.

"What are you up to, Impmon?" Renamon said in her soft voice.

Impmon looked at his bag, shifted the weight a little and then looked
back at Renamon. "Oh," he said, "I'd say about ten, twenty pounds."

Impmon looked expectantly at Renamon.

Renamon stared blankly at Impmon.

Impmon sighed, "One of these days ya really gotta look inta gettin' a
sense a humor, Foxy."

"I don't find stealing from children funny," Renamon replied.

"Hey, it fits the whole idea," Impmon replied, "They get tricked and
I get the treats! B'sides, all that sugar's bad for 'em. Rots their
teeth right out."

Renamon continued to stare at Impmon.

"Look Foxy!" Impmon said, starting to get impatient, "If yer done
lookin' at the merchandise, go away!"

Renamon looked up at the moon as she said, "You realize, there is more
to this time of year then collecting candy."

"Huh?" Impmon asked, blinking in confusion.

"It is a time of year when you must face things that scare you,"
Renamon said.

"Oh pshaw," Impmon replied with a wave of his free hands, "That's a
loada huey."

"Is it now?" Renamon said as she turned her gaze back on Impmon, "What
if I told you that I came here because I realized something about you?"

Impmon blinked again as he said, "And just what could you know about
me?"

Renamon began to walk towards Impmon slowly, a slinkiness to her walk.
The fox Digimon replied, "That you lack friends... would you enjoy me
being your... friend?"

Impmon took a step backwards, feeling distinctly uneasy at the strange
behavior of the Data Type Digimon as she walked closer. "What the
heck 're you talkin' about!" he growled, "I don't need no friends!"

"Are you sure about that?" Renamon replied, continuing to walk closer,
"Wouldn't you like the feeling of a kind voice? Someone to confide in?
Someone who will always be there for you at any time?"

Impmon took a few more steps backward, trying to keep his resolve as
he said, "Yes I'm sure. A voice isn't somethin' you can feel. My
secrets 're my business and I LIKE MY PRIVACY!"

"Come now..." Renamon said, leaning forward so that her face was close
to Impmon's as the smaller Rookie jumped up onto the small wall
surrounding the roof's edge, "Friendship can not be that horrifying..."

Impmon wanted to snarl something back, but the very unusual behavior of
the normally dour and rude Renamon, combined with the fact she was so
close to him he could sharply smell the grass-like scent she gave off,
choked back any response he wanted to give...

Except for the scream of utter terror that escaped his mouth as Renamon
touched his arm, causing him to throw up his own arms, the bag of
candy falling to the street.

As soon as the scream faded, Renamon pulled back her hand and folded
her arms over her chest as she said, "I believe you said something
about having a sense of humor?"

Impmon blinked... and then his eyes widened in horror as he heard the
terrible, unholy sound of human children squealing in joy. He swiftly
turned around and gawked in surprise as, down bellow, a small mob of
children, who all had empty, slited sacks, were shoveling the candy
out of his bag and into whatever they could carry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Impmon cried, "How could you DO this to me you..."

He whirled around to rant at Renamon but stopped dead as he found
himself utterly alone on the rooftop.

Impmon then decided that the best course of action was to curse each
and every one of the Digital Gods in every single word and phrase
possible. He kept it up for a good two minutes before something flew
out of the shadows and thwacked him on the forehead.

The Virus Digimon rubbed the wounded area and looked down at the
object, a small candy bar. "HEY!" he cried out into the darkness,
"Izzat supposed to appease me?! A little scrap for Impy?!"

Impmon took several deep breaths, sitting down on the rooftop. He
snatched up the candy bar and began to unwrap it. "Meh," he said to
himself, "She's got potential. Now if only she'd leave that goofy
human fer good."

He bit into the bar and let the sweet mixture of chocolate and peanuts
run over his taste buds.

THE END