An obituary.

“Dennis Cooper passed at the tender age of 9 on July 26th 2012 in Rodger’s Memorial Hospital. He was an avid fan of video games, especially the ‘Digimon’ series, as well as a bright young boy. He leaves behind his mother Diane, as well as his father Ryan.”

Lenny pulled his phone back. “It was after a car accident, that’s probably why the DS was so d-damaged when I bought it from the thrift store. His parents split up soon afterwards, I-I guess one of them gave away the game after he d-died…?” he muttered. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“We were wondering if he maybe stopped caring about us. At least we know now he loved us all, right to the end. That eases my heart a great deal.” Puttimon sniffled, as her eyes began to water. “I would, though, appreciate the continuation of this hug for at least another half-hour, Miss Erica.”

She nodded. “You got it, Putt-Putt.”

“I’ll… I’ll go tell Pagumon, she deserves to know too.” Lenny said, leaving Puttimon and Erica for Jenny’s bedroom, where he found—

“Get a higher angle! Like you’re up above, you goddamn furball!”

“I’m two feet tall when you count the ears, don’t you own a tripod!?”

—where he found the other pair arguing. His neighbor was on her bed in a tight micro-bikini, notable when you remembered her rather short stature. She was trying to direct the small purple Digimon, who was holding her phone with its long ears as if they were miniature arms/hands. “Um… Excuse me? I… I have some important stuff to tell you, Pagumon.”

One explanation later, and Jenny was aghast. “Shit, sorry fer’ your loss, uh…” she winced, before hesitantly using a hand to pat the top of Pagumon’s puffball body.

“‘Dat’s fine, I figured it’d be ‘dat kinda ex-pluh-nation.” Pagumon huffed. “Ol’ Denny was a weird kid, got full ’a hormones since ‘da first time he Digivolved one ‘a us into our sexy forms. Always knew he wouldn’t’a just dropped our game like old salami, ‘dat boy was obsessed wit’ gettin’ some Digi-tail.”

“Wait, you turn into a hot chick?”

“‘Course I do. Three Digivolutions later, an’ I turn inta’ LadyDevimon. Ah’m way spicier than that prude Angewomon, I tell you.”

Jenny smirked “Color me impressed, you purple freak of nature. Promise to help with the commissions when you get all buxom?”

“I’ll think about it.” Pagumon chuckled.

Suddenly a glow overcame her, and in moments a kind of little imp was in her place. Purple and white, with a red bandanna around its neck and green eyes. Also, some actual limbs got added to the picture too.

“Holy smokes, I Digivolved again! ‘Dat took Ol’ Denny an hour or two ‘a grindin’ ‘da first time around!” the creature gasped. “Aw’rite, you c’n call me Impmon, two to go before tits-ville!” she chuckled, with a more feminine voice than Lenny was expecting.

“Huh, the Impmon from the show was basically a little gremlin guy. You guys really are unique.” he noted, before coming to a realization. “Wait, then does that mean—“

Erica suddenly popped in, with a wide-eyed little puppy thing in her arms. “So, uh, quick update…?”

“I’m Salamon now! Look, I have paws!” the titular Digimon cooed, clearly excited about the changes happening to her.

Impmon sneered “Heh, I knew I’d be the first one to turn bipedal. I always did cotton on to things quicker than you.” as she showed off her gloved hands.

The newly digivolved dog started to go off on a tirade in Erica’s arms as Jenny’s little demonic troublemaker made faces. “Okay, everybody scram. Me an’ Little Miss Pointy-head over here got a photoshoot to finish…!” the titular woman chuckled.

“So… I guess we have a dog now…?” Leonard mumbled, as Salamon started exploring his apartment. She didn’t sniff much of anything, which was odd for a dog Digimon, mostly just looking at random stuff scattered about.

“So this is a TV? Weird, feels like it’s a computer too. I thought those were different things? The future’s crazy.”

Erica nervously chuckled “G-Guess so…?” before her face paled. “Wait, I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“Mornings. What’re we gonna tell her?”

Lenny’s eyes narrowed, his confusion rising. “… about what?”

“You know, what we do in the morning. I mean, she’s still kind of a… a kid.” his roommate/girlfriend pointed out. “Is it gonna be okay for her to… know all that stuff…?”

Lenny finally understood too. “Oh.”