Once upon a time, the Digital World was in grave danger. Evil spread across the land, corrupting some and crushing others. A chosen few heroes stood up to turn it back, confronting loss, betrayal, and power beyond their comprehension; the odds were slim, and victory would come at a heavy price.
This is not that story.
A good and non-traumatic fruit! Puttimon eats the rest of the fruit he nibbled, swallowing the pebble-like core of it along with the sweet flesh. Then he noms several more clusters, hungry after all that crying and swimming.
This calming activity may give him some time to think, and notice that he knows some things about himself that he might not remember learning as such:
Nickname: Form: Puttimon Field: Virus Busters Attribute: none
Data: GB kind (form) [tags] 5 Righteous Soul (Puttimon) [VB] 1 Spit Bubbles (Puttimon) [NSp] [Technique] 2 Angel Dust (Puttimon) [VB] [Technique] 2 Flutter Wing [WG] 3 Avian Body (Poromon) [WG] 1 /3 Nimble Wing (Poromon) [WG] 3 unknown data Total weight: 17 GB
Bonds: Tsubumon ☆ Elecmon ☆ Botamon ○
...what the heck?
Puttimon beholds his data. Okay, having a Righteous Soul sounds pretty nice. Spit Bubbles and Angel Dust sound... interesting? And hey, he's got Bonds! He remembers hanging out with those 'mon. Maybe he should... bring them... fruit?
He plucks several of the non-traumatic fruit, holding their stems in his mouth, and goes looking for friends.
Tsubumon is jumping up at some low-hanging tree branches. It can occasionally bounce off a fruit, but it's not knocking anything loose or getting a grip.
...hmmm. Botamon's thing seems fun but Tsubumon needs help, which is important. Puttimon hops over to Tsubumon's tree, drops off his clusters of the sunlight-y fruit, and flutters up to try to bite off a newfruit.
Hmmmmmm.
Puttimon might not be the best suited to this job, honestly, but he's not going to let that stop him. Next attempt: the same thing he did with the grapes, where he bites onto the branch and tries to pull it off with his body weight.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. He will - he will -
He will try to fly and pull it off. Flapflapflap.
Flying upwards just un-bends the branch a little, as he takes some of the weight of the fruit.
He lets go of the fruit and-
Hey. He's got a thing on his head. What if... he gets under the fruit... and flies upward and he stabs it.
A chunk breaks loose and falls to the ground. It's full of... smaller fruit?
VICTORY!
Puttimon does a little wingy dance in the air. He leaves the chunk that fell for Tsubumon and goes to investigate the rest of the fruit. Is it also filled with smaller fruit? More importantly, can he nom it?
It is, it is also filled with smaller fruit!
It may not be immediately obvious how to nom it, though. Bite at the edge? Stick his face up into the hole he's made?
Well, the fruit orb still bobs away from him, but between his wing dexterity and his determined biting he can tear a few seeds loose.
When popped each turns out to contain a little seed, surrounded by juice that's tart and rich and deep crimson. He can almost feel his friends(?) flying close beside him, united with him in a shared purpose.
He doesn't know if he has plural friends with a shared purpose. Besides, his purpose at the moment is mostly to eat new and interesting fruit. But the concept is pretty nice!
Speaking of friends, he goes to check on Tsubumon. Is he enjoying the friendfruit and/or the sunfruits?
Tsubumon has indeed found the dropped chunk of friendfruit! He's happily chewing his way through the juicy inner seeds.
He looks up to nod his thanks to Puttimon. ("Tsubu!")
"Putti!"
Puttimon pats him on the head with his wing and knocks down another couple of friendfruit, now that he knows his horn can do it. Then he considers his relationship to Tsubumon.
He likes Tsubumon; they have hopped together, and Tsubumon likes pats, and Puttimon enjoys patting Tsubumon. But something is missing. He thinks it might be connected to the thing Elecmon had that Tsubumon and Puttimon didn't have. Not the thing where he’s big - besides being big, he did a thing. It had information density.
He must have eaten some kind of surpassingly excellent fruit. That is the only explanation Puttimon can think of. So he goes off to interrogate Elecmon to the best of his ability.
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