Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Popcorn ❯ Popcorn ( Chapter 1 )
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By: circeus 
He knew it had to involve popcorn.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 04.13.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 183 | Visits: 630 | Status: Completed
He knew it had to involve popcorn.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 04.13.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 183 | Visits: 630 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Digimon and characters are property of TOEI and Bandai, I just borrow them without permission.
Note: Never done drabbles before, but I'm pretty proud of this one. It's a sort of prologue to Cryptozoology.
Daisuke glared at his partner. Chibimon countered with his cutest look. Daisuke could feel his teeth being bored through from the sweetness but he resisted. The young teen plopped himself down in a chair and buried his facein his hands.
He wasn't sure how it had all started, but he was almost certain it involved popcorn. It always had to do with the popcorn. Admittedly, sometimes it was the chips, but normally he'd give the digimon popcorn, and thus popcorn had to be involved. Whatever happened, explaining it to his parents would involve pushing even his imagination to unknown limits, and that was no easy feat. He looked up at the debris of the burnt microwave and sighed deeply.
"Whatever that was supposed to be, next time I'm doing it."
Note: Never done drabbles before, but I'm pretty proud of this one. It's a sort of prologue to Cryptozoology.
Daisuke glared at his partner. Chibimon countered with his cutest look. Daisuke could feel his teeth being bored through from the sweetness but he resisted. The young teen plopped himself down in a chair and buried his facein his hands.
He wasn't sure how it had all started, but he was almost certain it involved popcorn. It always had to do with the popcorn. Admittedly, sometimes it was the chips, but normally he'd give the digimon popcorn, and thus popcorn had to be involved. Whatever happened, explaining it to his parents would involve pushing even his imagination to unknown limits, and that was no easy feat. He looked up at the debris of the burnt microwave and sighed deeply.
"Whatever that was supposed to be, next time I'm doing it."