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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Stop... Stop that..."</span></span>
The creature is way shorter than you, but you feel the waves of menace radiating off it. Just having it in the same little room as you is like having a weapon to your head. You scan it with your goggles, gently placing a hand on the laurels.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">DATAMON- ULTIMATE- MACHINE- VIRUS</span></span>
"Okay, let's not do anything rash-" You cajole, stepping away from the bench.
Datamon wiggles about, looking like it's in great pain.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"The boss... He doesn't want this touched. Go away!"</span></span>
Its speech is slurred and slow, like it has issues processing information. Ryan and Gizamon have gone dead silent. They're slowly shifting about, trying to get behind the Digimon. You don't know what they can do even if they sneak up on it, but you keep trying to hold its attention.
"Why are you two doing this?" You ask.
Surprisingly, Datamon responds.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Boss wants the healing. Healing powers. But- Not strong."</span></span> It mumbles, sparking wildly mid-sentence. Its glass dome is broken, revealing the machinery within.
"Not strong?" You prompt.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"That's why we need bunny. Making... Making it stronger. And putting it into the gun! The boss' gun!"</span></span>
"That's why I want the Cutemon too. To fix up an injury. What are you going to do with it after?"
