Lucemon, leader of the fallen digimon, has enough administrator rights left that he can sense Yggdrasill opening the way to the real world. He will be having none of that. A Digi-Destined child is not a weapon he can allow Yggdrassil to wield against him.

He can’t stop Yggdrasill… but he can redirect where the connection happens. This…this might actually help. Yes…the expenditure of his power would be ruinous, but it is either gamble on this plot or have his forces slowly die of attrition, if the royal knights do not kill them all first. 

Lucemon flies from his tower in the Dark Area, towards the coast, and sinks into the Deep Ocean. He is risking the attention of Dagomon, but he needs to be closer to where the connection passes through, and the Deep Ocean connects to all networks once you go deep enough.

There, he can sense the network connection. Lucemon does not have complete access to the network, not like Yggdrasill does. Unlike Yggdrasill he cannot find a specific useful human by reading through their social media (Lucemon in fact lost full admin privileges before social media even existed), but he can certainly use the admin rights he has left to redirect the connection to a certain place. A place with no children, so Yggdrasill cannot brainwash the the human who comes through so easily, one where the the humans would be educated, one where the humans would be sworn to save lives, even ‘evil’ ones.

Changing where the connection was made drains Lucemon, more than he expected it to, the cold waters of the Deep Ocean sapping his data as his full attention is on changing the connection, weakening him. This has to be done, this could a complete gamechanger if it works right, and would likely deny Yggdrasill a major weapon even if it goes wrong. He ignores his code being corrupted as he pushes the connection to the right place in the real world.

Hours (or maybe years, time is more malleable in the Deep Ocean) pass. Much of Lucemons data has drained into the cold and grasping waters, but he thinks he finally has it set correctly. All this power and data being used has to have attracted Dagomon by now, and even Lucemon fears him, despite the gap in evolution stages between them. Lucemon has been left even weaker than he expected from spending so long in the Deep Ocean, he needs to leave now.

He swims for the surface.

The water gets colder, darker, greener, more dense. Dagomon has found him. Lucemon looks behind him and sees the red eyes and tentacles of Dagomon coming up towards him. Lucemon can feel his data being stripped away even more quickly as Dagomon exerts his power over the waters of the Deep Ocean. He pushes himself faster upwards, and the more he pushes the more the water resists him. But the longer he stays the more of his data will be leeched from him. The tentacles of Dagomon seem to be all around him. Lucemon pushes upwards hard enough that it strains his digital core, his outer code in tatters around him, parts of his body showing only wireframe as the data has been leeched from him.

Finally, he surfaces. There is a dark laugh from under the water as Dagomon retreats, having already gotten much of Lucemons data. Lucemon barely makes it to shore before he collapses. He is so damaged he can no longer maintain consciousness.

His digital core cannot regenerate all the data his body is missing. To save itself, it reverts Lucemon back to an earlier, smaller form. He devolves.

In the real world, at a medical school, one of the computers in the library is flashing rather insistently. The entire monitor a kaleidoscope of flashing and swirling colours.

Al has never been the best with computers, if he's honest with himself. He's not tech-illiterate, he's just had some truly awful luck with computers. Even so, they've never gone this crazy before. He could just be seeing things. Maybe he shouldn't have been studying so late...

It keeps flashing and swirling! Maybe they should take a closer look.

He blinks a few times as he stares into the colors. He thinks he can almost make something out in it, but he's not sure what. Thus, he will indeed lean up towards the screen. Closer than he normally would, he's tired and his eyes are a little unfocused to start with.

Seems he got a little too close and touched the monitor. Now he is getting sucked into the screen! Al is turned into what looks like pixelated blocky special effects and then the monitor vaccums them up into itself.

The swirly flashy monitor turns off with a satisfied beep.

From his perspective, Al will go hurtling through a blue swirly tunnel vortex thing, sorta like what the Tardis in doctor who travels through, or what hyperspace looks like in star wars. He's like this for a while, whole minutes of being pulled along a swirly vortex tunnel thing.

Until suddenly he is in a dark and very spooky looking forest. It is spooky because it is night, and many of the branches are bare of leaves, and the grass underfoot is barely alive. Textbook spooky forest.

His first, anxiety-filled thought is that he doesn't know how he's going to make it to his morning office hours from here. His second is this must be some kind of dream and that he just fell asleep in the library, which puts him somewhat at ease.

The third, which occurs to him after he picks himself up off the ground and starts wandering around the woods, is that this is the first time that he's been able to remember the transition from being awake to being asleep, and that he feels remarkably aware for being in a dream. He tries some tests to tell if he's in a dream that he vaguely remembers from when he briefly looked into practicing lucid dreaming, and none of them work, but he also vaguely remembers that sometimes people have lucid dreams without being able to control the dream, so that's a bit of a wash.

Overall, there is now a somewhat bedraggled japanese-american med student wandering around the forest, muttering to himself about lucid dreams.

“Hello there” Comes a voice from somewhere above and behind Al.

There is a incredibly pretty and very androgynous winged teenager (the only hint as to possible gender is a lack of breasts.), sitting on a tree branch. They look human except for all the wings, just so so many white feathery wings. The angelic aesthetic person looks so pretty it actually verges into looking a little unreal, like real people wouldn’t look like that, they'd have some visual flaws. They are even glowing very softly, so the lack of daylight isn’t an impediment to seeing the unreality of how flawless they are. The only thing breaking up the perfectly airbrushed but in real life look is some weird tattoos on one side of their body. They look a little smug about something.

Al will quickly spin around to get his eyes on whoever spoke, and-- boy, that really is a lot of wings. The unreality of it isn't too surprising though, given that this is clearly a dream. "Good evening," he replies, more or less automatically.

The child grins. Wide, perhaps with too many teeth.

”Oh this is brilliant. I got very lucky. Im guessing you are a university student? Old enough to have read some history.” The angel person looks very self satisfied. “I’ve totally ruined that bastards plan, this was absolutely worth it.” He seems to be talking more to himself than to Al.

Then the angel person actually meets Al’s gaze and tosses something to him. Some kind of chunky phone/pda device. “This is yours.”

"Uh, yeah. I got my pre-med last year..." Al answers absentmindedly, almost fumbling the catch but managing to save it at the last second. "Okay. What is it?" He experimentally presses one of the buttons on it as he asks his question.

The screen lights up green but is otherwise blank. Could use it like a flashlight like that though, even if the light does tinge everything a little green.

“A digivice” (said: dee-gee-vice). “It showed up a little bit before you did. I couldn’t make it work for me, but I didn’t really expect to be able to succeed. So you can have it back.” The angel child person doesn’t sound all that disappointed by that.

"Well, thanks, I guess. Hopefully I don't break it." He chuckles long-sufferingly as he slips the digivice into one of his several pockets.

Then he just kind of stands there for a minute, not really doing much. Damn he's tired, and now that he doesn't have a bright computer screen in his face it's getting kind of hard to stay awake.

Are you supposed to feel sleepy in your dreams? Is it healthy to go to sleep in a dream? He dis some research into sleep health, but after reviewing his memories he feels kind of stupid for thinking there would be anything about the 'health' of different dream imagery.

"Do you know if it's safe to sleep?" he asks the kid, assuming they're still there, on the off chance his subconscious knows.

“You seem pretty calm about all this. I expected humans to be more… ‘ahh oh no my worldview is shattered that I'm not the only sentient species around.’ Or outright xenophobic.” 

The angel kid walks right up to him. “You don’t even seem that curious.” Which is slightly disappointing, curiosity is a trait in people that they enjoy seeing.

”You probably want to find a town to sleep in, or at least somewhere hidden. There are things out here that don’t care if their next meal is made of people.”

"This is a pretty weird for a dream, but I'm still pretty sure it's a dream. I'm a little worried that falling asleep in the library computer lab is going to get me in hot water with the library staff, and I'm probably going to have a killer headache when I wake up, but other than that I figure the worst thing that could happen is my brain decides to jumpscare me."

Al sighs. "Yeah, I can imagine people would react pretty poorly. I'd like to think that if this were happening for real I'd handle it better than that, with all the effort I've put into going ovo-lacto vegetarian, but until it does I don't think I can really say for certain."

Yeah, he guesses sleeping in some random clearing in an extremely horror-coded forest would begging for a jumpscare. "Any chance you could point me towards a town, if there is one nearby?"

The angel pokes him, very hard, hard enough to really hurt. “Dreams don’t cause pain like that.”

Silly human, they should have guessed denial could have been a response. “This is real, I’m real, you are real. This world is real. Well, real enough. If you get eaten by a Kuwagamon you’ll die for real.”

He did try giving himself a slap earlier, but he reflexively pulled it. That poke hurt, and while he still isn't totally sure that's actual concrete evidence that this is real, it does at least mean that if he gets fucked up his brain is going to make sure he feels it. "Right. I will try and avoid whatever a Kuwagamon is. And danger in general, I guess."

Still no word on whether there are any nearby towns or what direction they might be in, so Al just starts wandering in a random one. He doesn't really have any stealth skills, but he's at least mostly trying to move from tree to tree rather than milling around in the open, and is keeping his eyes out for anything that looks like it could work as an impromptu shelter.

The angel follows him. Rolling their eyes at the continued denialism.

”Do you read fantasy? Do people still read narnia? You’ve been narnia’d. And the queens wolves would absolutely be able to eat Lucy Pevensie if they found her.” 

“And at least she was nice enough to introduce herself to mr. Tumnus” The angel grumbles under their breath.

”You want to head further to the left, theres a goblimon camp that way, they don’t eat people at least, if you keep going in the same direction as you are now you’ll meet a veggiemon that isn’t so nice.”

Al sighs again. "Yes, people read Narnia. There were some movies too, I think, a few years back. And if this is real, then there's at least even odds that you're some kind of fairy that'll filch my name if I 'give' it to you or something. But you can call me Al if you want."

When he's given the directions, Al will promptly follow them. It's a bit hypocritical, if he's trying to actually treat this angel kid like a potential threat, but he's honestly too tired to follow through on that. He just has to hope that this isn't some fucked up trap.

“Ew, I’m not fairy typed. I mean no offence to those who are, but ew no not for me. I could never give up my angel wings. I didn’t even bother to change shape so it’s pretty obvious what kind of digimon I am.” The kid poses, vainly, a literal halo appears over their head. They glow even more brightly.

”Lucemon, greatest of the angels, bringer of light, defender of the masses, and guy who is gonna keep the stupid human from killing themselves because they aren’t taking this seriously.”

"I don't know what a digimon is, but fair enough I guess. Not a lot of fairies go around pretending to be angels, at least not in any of the stories I read." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "And, uh, thanks for the directions."

“Digi mon, digital monster. Seems a bit rude of a name if you ask me, but it’s the one we have. Here if its not a human and has a face or can talk, thats probably a digimon.”

The kid looks smug. “Well I have to keep you alive at least until your find your egg. And if it’s already hatched then you wont find it until daylight. At least if the vibes I’m getting for who your partner digimon would be are correct.” Lucemon feels real proud of himself for being so great and keeping the silly helpless human alive.

Al shrugs and continues walking towards the hopefully-a-goblimon-camp. "Alright. I don't know if I'm ready to, uh...raise a child, I guess, but if 'the greatest of the angels' needs me to for some reason who I am to refuse?"

“Oh, the partner digimon comes standard when humans come here. I didn’t set that up. I’m like only… 40 percent of the reason you are here. I don’t specifically need you to do anything in particular. The system for human chosen was set up aaaaages ago and I had nothing to do with that.” The kid stops walking with him once a campfire is visible.

“You should be fine from here. And nobody is really supposed to know I’m out here. Lillithmon would be pretty mad if she found me outside.” Slight wince at the thought of being found.

”Don’t die! And try not to freak out too much once you realise this is real. Dreams don’t usually stay this consistent and have this long a continuity of consciousness in them. Even the ‘longer’ dreams will have plenty of timeskips. Meh, You’ll figure it out eventually. Off you go now.” Lucemon gives Al a little wave onwards.

"Okay, if you say so. Stay out of trouble I guess!" Al waves back to the kid before continuing into the camp.

He hasn't really been paying attention to it, but Lucemon does have a point. The longer this goes on, the more unlikely it just being a dream seems. He decides if he's still here whenever he wakes up, he's going to officially start really treating like this like it's real.

The campfire is surrounded by short and stocky green… well, goblins! The goblimon are aptly named. Stocky things that if they stretched up straight would reach around chest height on a 6 foot man. They have much bigger heads then the usual fantasy goblins though, more beastial than impish, with long jaws and very big eyes. They look a lot less real than Lucemon did, like a detailed cgi version of a cartoon design rather than a real creature that could exist.

“Oi! Who's out there! If anyone is looking for easy prey you won’t find it here!” One of the goblins yells out into the dark, once the silhouette of Al becomes visible to them.

Man, that's weird. Is this what VR games are like? Al never got around to playing any, couldn't afford to splurge on a headset. If this is real, he might never get the chance...

He shakes his head as if to shake that thought out of it. "Not looking for trouble! I was just looking for a place to rest for the night and an angel showed me the way here," he shouts back as he takes slow, careful steps towards the fire until he's actually in the light.

The apparent leader of the Goblimon looks suspicious of him. “Angemon? Here? I doubt it, we would all be deleted by now if the celestial host was about. And what the hell are you anyway? Some kind of armourless knightmon? A wizardmon without the robe?”

Some of the Goblimon grip their clubs a little tighter, but don’t make any hostile moves just yet.

One of the scrawnier goblimon pipes up. “Maybe e’s human?”

The leader one scoffs. “Humans only come in small.”

Huh. Maybe that's why Lucemon mentioned Al's age?

"I'm human, yeah. You've probably only seen kids before, or maybe humans with dwarfism. I'm an adult." If he was honest with himself, he didn't really feel like an adult, and the possibility of having been isekai'd to a fantasy world wasn't helping with that, but he was definitely at least physically mature.

“Look pretty puny for a champion form. Can Adult stage humans do magic or something?” The scrawny one asks, it seems to be the curious one of the bunch.

With Adult forms if you werent physically strong there has to be something to make up for it, thats just how things worked. No big muscles, no obvious weapons, to the scrawny goblimon magic seems the last option available to the bigger than normal  human. He is being modelled as like some kind of robeless wizardmon.

Leader goblimon seems a lot less wary also, but still dismissive. “Only children get chosen. I heard it from a Shamon.”

”Well maybe it messed up, this doesn’t look like a rookie stage human to me, and he don’t look like no kind of digimon I ever heard of.” Scrawny goblimon retorts.

"The angel-- I don't know if it was an Angemon specifically, or some other angel-type. I'm new here, obviously, since I just got here from the...human world, I guess, earlier this night. But yeah, the angel I met did imply that something was different about me being chosen. That might be why it was me? Anyway, at least as far as I know humans don't really, uh, get magic. But I didn't know that this place existed until I fell into the library computer I was studying at, so maybe I just never heard about it. Humans don't really just, get stuff when they grow up, in general, though, other than getting bigger and a bit stronger and growing more hair. We just train and study to develop skills, like everybody does I'd guess."

He stands just inside the light of the campfire for a while, his thoughts sluggish with tiredness. "But, yeah. Any chance I could rest here? I understand if you don't want to just let a stranger sleep in your midst. I don't know if human medicine works on goblimon but I could at least be an extra pair of hands if you need help moving stuff tomorrow?"

The leader Goblimon squints at Al. “Hmm… if we made you go back out there you probably wouldn’t survive the night. No offence but humans seem to have pretty weak adult forms. I bet almost any Rookie stage could beat you. Plus even if you decided to betray us I bet you couldn’t hurt anyone too bad before we all woke up and beat you to death.” He mentions beating someone to death extremely casually. “You don’t even have sharp teeth.” He flashes his own impressive fangs to demonstrate how important sharp teeth are. “So sure. Why not.”

Theres not much for him to move if they did want help with that, the camp is just a firepit and some pelts laying around. Not even enough pelts for all the goblimon to have one each to themselves.

Al hadn't really inspected the camp before, his 'maintain proper levels of social eye contact' routine just kind of automatically activated. This is pretty spartan, though. Maybe that's how they like it, but if not he hopes he can help them get somewhere a bit more comfortable.

Man, though, where is going to sleep? He doesn't know if he's ever slept straight up on the ground before, without even a sleeping bag or something.

That doesn't turn out to be a problem, though, since once he finds a spot that isn't too close to anyone else's and lays down, puts his hands under his head, and closes his eyes, he's out like a light.

Scrawny Goblimon pokes him awake once the sun rises, using his club.

Poke poke poke.

He groans miserably but does wake up, slowly.

Well, he definitely has a headache, and some neck pain.

He is also definitely not in the library, or anywhere on campus. He is in the woods with a bunch of goblins. "Fuuuuck."

He quickly sits, rubbing his neck. Alright, so, he really has been isekai'd. Shit. "Fuck!"

Okay, lock in. This is not a safe place to have a breakdown in, even with the goblimon. He shakes his head, strokes his hair back a few times, then stands up. "Alright, I'm up."

“We was getting up to go look for meat. Thought you probably didn’t want to be left sleeping alone on the ground all unable to run away if something comes.”

The firepit has been filled in (only you can prevent forest fires), and the pelts picked up. The whole camp, such that it was, is packed up and ready to go.

"Thanks, 'preciate it." Al does some stretches, before pulling out his digivice from his pocket and looking at it for a bit, as if staring at might let him divine some information about its function, before remembering something. "Oh, right. Might need to wait until morning to find my partner, if they'd already hatched," he mutters.

"Mind if I tag along with you guys? I'm no good at hunting but I might be able to forage for so something, and I'll try and keep out of your way." Hopefully he can spot...something, as they walk. He really has no idea what he's looking for, other than they're presumably a digimon. Maybe if he can figure out how to get this gizmo to do more than light up its screen he can get some more info out of it?

The goblimon looks disgusted. “Didn’t say we was going hunting. We aren’t ferals, or nightmare soldiers. We don’t eat other digimon.” Al is being judged heavily right now.

”We are only looking for meat, just because we are virus digimon it doesn’t mean we are evil.” Judging squint at the human. What has he been learning from angel digimon. Because of course angels would fill his head with how evil virus digimon are.

”You can come if you want but if you find any meat, you share.” Some digimon needed to be reminded to share, and maybe that applies to humans.

The digivice remains inscrutable, for now.

"Oh, uh, sorry. In the human world, you can only get meat by killing other animals. If you don't want to kill them, you have to eat vegetables, or things that the animals make that you can convince them to let you take, like unfertilized eggs, milk, or honey. Maybe that's fucked up, though. Sorry. And yeah, sharing seems reasonable"

Unfortunate, but not unexpected. He just wishes he knew whether he'd managed to bust the digivice already or if it's normal for them to not do anything.

“Are animals people? Or can they be people? Even the most feral digimon could become people with enough time. It is fucked up that the human world doesn’t grow meat. Not that much meat grows here anymore….”

This tribe used to be bigger, and have a few ogremon, but there is less and less food to go around every year. Now the scrawny goblimon is a sad goblimon.

"Some of them can get pretty close, but other than humans they mostly aren't people. It's still not nice to kill them, though, or at least I don't think it is, so back home I'd try to not eat meat."

Al feels a bit bad about souring the goblin's mood. "Do you know why the meat doesn't grow much here anymore?"

“World is ending ain’t it. Something to do with data not coming back is what a shamon told me. Servers gonna end up like the Dark Area eventually.” Resigned sigh.

”But thats no excuse to be eating other digimon.”

"Uh, shit. I'm sorry to hear that." Well, this is an isekai story, so obviously something was going to be up. Hopefully he'll have more tools to help than just this green-tinted flashlight. "The human world isn't in the best place right now either but it's not literally ending. I guess, if I figure out a way to go back, I'll try and find a place for you all there, if we can't fix whatever's wrong with this world."

“Having to eat meat from animals would be weird. But If all the Adult humans are like you it’d be a nice change to be the strongest thing around though.” The scrawny goblimon is only scrawny compared to his peers, he still has hard wiry muscle on his thick and long arms that look much stronger than thin human arms do. He flexes to demonstrate. 

Leader goblimon was trying to be nice and letting them have their conversation, but everyone has been ready to go for aaaaaages. He gets sick of waiting.

”OI! daylights burning. You can walk and talk if you two are so enamoured with each other.” The other goblimon snicker at the implication.

"Sorry!" And Al will stop holding everyone up. Not like he has much to carry.

He'll keep his eyes pealed for anything...partner-shaped, he guesses, as they walk, but still talk with the scrawny one if he's up for it. "Humans have figured out some ways to turn vegetables into stuff that's pretty close to meat. It's not exactly the same but it's decent at least. And hey, if we can bring digimon, maybe we can bring whatever lets meat grow here and grow it in the human world too. Then humans wouldn't have to hunt for it either."

The scrawny Goblimon sighs. “If you figure something out, that sounds nice.” He doesn’t seem very convinced it’s possible.

As they walk along they start to hear high pitched screaming. This little floating ball of fluff bursts from the bushes and it is yelling at the top of its tiny lungs.

“AHHHHH HES GONNA EAT ME!” It screams at them.

A horrible spider thing comes crashing through after the little puffball! With an evil but more human looking face with regular jaws rather than pincers, and thick limbs.

It seems surprised to have encountered a whole tribe of Goblimon.

The leader Goblimon wastes no time with indecision. “Clobber it!”

The Goblimon start yelling out attack names. “Goblin rush!” “Boulder throw!” “Goblin strike!” “Goblin bomb!” The scrawny Goblimon Al was talking to summons a fireball and then smashes it with his club like a baseball bat towards the spider. The rest just throw fireballs or rocks or smash it with their clubs.

The spider looks big and scary enough to take on maybe 2 of the Goblimon at once, but not a whole group of them. It is quickly dispatched and dies. Starting to fade away into sparkly pixels.

Al, before he even really has time to think and thus acting on pure instinct, dives for the little fluff-ball creature, curling his body around them defensively to shield them from the spider-thing, and consequently from the several fireballs and boulders that were lobbed at the spider-thing. Depending on how much of a burst radius those all have, he might be fine or might be quite singed and/or bruised.

Once the barrage of attacks is over, he'll look over to the where the spider-thing is now discorporating. There's a pang of guilt in his chest. That was probably a digimon, and thus probably at least had the potential be a person, maybe even a friend.

He has no idea how one is supposed to try and befriend someone who is trying to eat you, but a carefully protected part of him refuses to believe it's impossible.

Nonetheless, a larger and more practical part of himself recognizes that, in the finitude of his competence, there wasn't really anything he could have done, and the creature he's currently shield isn't deserving of any less care than the one who was chasing them.

He sighs, and uncurls a bit, before looking down at the fluff-ball and asking, "Are you alright?"

The puffball had a decent lead on the spider creature. All the fireballs were decently far away. The worst Al receives is a bit of hot air.

The puffball looks up at him in wonder. “ALFRED! IT YOU!” It excitedly yells at the top of its tiny lungs. (It doesn’t even look like it has a mouth, so who knows how it is yelling) It is not incredibly loud but still about as loud as a cat yowling. “Found you! Found you! Found you!” 

Some of the pixelated sparkles from the killed spider thing woosh into the Goblimon, while a greater part of the sparkly pixels flies off into the sky.

"Uh. Hello! Yes, I'm Alfred. You can call me Al, though."

It takes a moment for Al to really process what he just did, and then the fact that this creature seems to know his name even though he didn't even tell Lucemon the whole thing. That might be a partner thing, then?

In a bit of perverse, adventure game-style 'combine everything with everything' logic, Al pulls out the digivice from his pocket (fortunately not the side that he landed hard on during his dive), just to check if it's reacting to this situation.

Al would break before the digivice would. The screen has lit up! There is text that just says ‘digimon’ on it.

“Found Al!” The fuzzball nuzzles into him.

Scrawny Goblimon comes over to check on Al. “See you found your partner. You alright?”

Al stands up, holding the digivice in one hand and his presumed partner in the crook of his other arm (gently, in case they prefer to hop out and...stand on their own zero feet?). "I guess! And yeah, not the worst fall I've taken. Little guy seems to be okay too."

He'll also give one of the digivice's buttons a tentative press, just in case. Hopefully it doesn't do anything bad at least.

Clicking the middle button gets him into the “digimon” menu.

The only listing is “Yuramon”.

The little puffball is still cuddling into Alfreds chest. “Found you! Big scary mon chase me but found Al!”

"You did! Sorry for not being easier to find," Al replies, gently scritching the puffball (possibly Yuramon?) with the hand of the same arm that he's cradling them with. At the same time, in his other hand, he'll go ahead and try to select 'Yuramon' by pressing the middle button again and hope for the best.

"I guess we should probably keep going? I don't know if that spider-thing is liable to have any other scavengers following it."

The digivice has more text on it now!

Yuramon

Level: Baby/Training 1

Type: Seed

Attribute: Data, Free

Memory use: 5g

A Seed Digimon whose whole body is covered in a substance with the appearance of long, soft hair. When it hatches from its Digitama, it seeks an environment suitable for its growth, and drifts lightly through the air, like a dandelion seed. If it finds a place where there will be no intruders and where the environment is good, it will settle to the ground and begin preparations for evolution. Its offensive ability is practically nil, so it will spit out adhesive bubbles to hinder the opponent's movement, then seize the opportunity to escape.

 

The leader goblimon comes over. “Kodokugumon are territorial so there shouldn’t be more right here, but they are also spawned together in large numbers, so theres probably more than a few we could find if we move further afield.” 

He grins, showing off his huge fangs. “I think we should do some…. Community service and go clear them out. They universally try to eat other digimon, and aren’t… all there, very feral, so you can’t convince them not to until they evolve. Better that they be reborn as something less genocidal.”

Scrawny goblimon also grins with his fangs bared. “And the data we get for beating them is just incidental then. We are just doing this out of the goodness of our hearts.”

Leader goblimon nods. “Thats the idea. It’s not like we are loading the poor buggers after beating them. And we can look for meat on the way, it’d probably draw the kodokugumon towards it anyway.”

He turns to Al. “We can try and get your partner some experience too if you want.”

Man, it's kind of fucked up that there are entire kinds of digimon that apparently basically just born as violent cannibals. Al has no idea if there's anything that could be done about that but if there is he is definitely interested in it.

"Does that sound good to you?" he asks what he has assumed is Yuramon, going from how the description matches the puffball's appearance.

Yuramon just blows bubbles at him happily, they stick to his shirt before dissolving into sparkly voxels.

“Protect Al!”

"Uh..." Al takes a long couple seconds to really consider how interpret the wishes of someone who is continuing to give him very strong 'toddler' vibes. Eventually he looks back up to the leader of the goblimon. "I guess getting the little guy some experience seems reasonable."

“Okay boys! War party instead of gathering party time!” The leader goblimon yells at the other goblimon. The other goblimon raise their clubs and hoot. “Whoo whoo!”

Scrawny goblimon grins over at Al. “We might be stand up guys, but we are still virus types. It’s gonna be so one sided and that’s the best kind of fight.”

”Whooooo! It’s clobbering time!” Another random goblimon yells out.

The leader looks over his troops. “Glad to see everyone is excited! But if I catch you loading them after we beat them i’ll delete you myself!”

They all start walking off in the direction the spider thing came from.

Al wishes he knew what most of these words meant in context! The digivice said that Yuramon's 'type' was 'seed'? He has no idea what sort of implications this has. He'll still follow along, but just from the general feeling he's getting from the goblimon is that this is not going to a pleasant thing for him to watch.

Before they find any more horrible giant spider monsters, one of the goblimon finds meat! 

What looks like classic cartoon meat on the bone, growing right out of the ground. With a vine attached to the bone.

The Goblimon cheer and start yanking roasts out of the ground. Theres at least one for everyone! Scrawny goblimon hands one of the meats to Al. “You should let the little one have some of it too.”

Leader goblimon looks pleased. “One of the biggest harvests I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe the kodokugumon scared off anyone else who tried to harvest it.”

Wow, that really is just meat growing out of the ground. He'll give it a sniff at least, ignoring the sudden pangs of hunger in his gut. Does it smell safe to eat? Obviously it's not poisonous in itself, not for digimon at least, but it was still lying on the ground who knows how long. Also, does it actually smell like meat? It's been a few years since Al has had meat, and even longer since he tried to eat red meat. Does it smell raw, or did it grow pre-cooked somehow?

Regardless of whether he's able to build the courage to try giving it a bite, he'll hold it up to Yuramon's mouth in case they're hungry.