You are Marnie, whose journey is almost at its end. For the second time, you've ascended to the very pinnacle of City-87-O, the digital ark that has hosted you for 16 long years. Through endless trials and tribulations, you and your partner Phascomon have fought against the City and the Tower, and come to stand beneath the Portal to the true Digital World. At last, you've unlocked your best friend's final form: The God Man Plutomon, an exemplar of otherworldly strength who can stand against even Brigadramon. Now is the time to pit these two Mega-level Digimon against one another, and claim your freedom at last.==Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189/Thread 3:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6297141/Thread 4:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6332376/Thread 5:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6373439/
>Let Plutomon continue to tear through this obstacle with raw power. He's always, always been pining for it. With your hearts synchronized like this, you understand once again that it's never ever been selfish. He wants it so he can protect you. Now he finally can. Your sense of prudence is telling you that you should help; that you should contribute in some way. You may be able to figure something out if you dig through your folder for whatever solutions have survived your Podding. However, you sense that Plutomon wants to handle this on his own. He needs this. The rekindled hope in your hearts needs more fuel to keep going, to encourage you both and show that you can overwhelm Brigadramon and the forces of the City, even now. "Okay." You agree.Plutomon's shoulders split open, and he lowers one of his arms to channel the black energy that's overflowing from his palms. The other grips you gently. Your partner lunges forward, heading for Brigadramon. The missiles sail past you, many of them striking each other and detonating. You see numerous windows and loading circles in the air, conjured up by Brigadramon and his Admin permissions. LOADING PROP 83/526Your ears are overwhelmed by the constant explosions. Plutomon has discovered a simple and foolproof method of stopping the ones that come directly at him. Whenever enough projectiles gather before the two of you, he summons a massive set of jaws to crush them, containing the explosion within its data-destroying bounds."HELL'S GATE!"Brigadramon jolts forward to attack. However, he changes courses before coming anywhere near you, spying your partner's trap. Plutomon scoffs in irritation, and you feel his displeasure rumbling through your link. The vestiges of his plan poke at your mind, and you turn your head to look.By moving around at his current speed, Plutomon has gathered up a massive swarm of missiles. They're still chasing him down in a relatively straight pattern. It would have been nice to bait the enemy Mega into it, but his spatial awareness is too good to fall for such a trick. Plutomon dives for the Tower's surface instead, where the turrets begin firing at him.LOADING PROP 192/526
Freeze code, malware, chains, gravity-reducing projectiles, and all manner of temporary gimmicks strike his ebony armour. Many of the attacks are devoured by the hungry mouths across his body, some of which are uncomfortable close to your flesh. Not a single attack from the paltry turrets can wound him at his current data volume. The missiles streak through the sky in pursuit, the distance between them and their target rapidly shrinking.Plutomon hovers slightly above the helipad, his tail raking across the ground and shredding turrets with ease. He flips upside down to fly on his back while watching the missiles. LOADING PROP 352/526Once enough of them are coming straight for him, he sends himself upwards at an angle. The first explosives strike the Tower, detonating against it and tearing through the turrets. A massive number of them are unable to stop on time, accompanying the initial wave in blowing up part of their home base. The explosions travel backwards, forming a chain reaction that takes out a far greater number than you expected. The laurels atop your head are blown off by the force, but Plutomon's tail snaps outwards and seizes it in a gentle grip. He sets the verdant wreath back in place, his message clear. Not a single hair is to be harmed if he can help it. "HAGGARD CLUSTER!"Plutomon launches a blast at Brigadramon, who's been trying to close in while you were distracted. The dragon performs a barrel roll to avoid it, looking somewhat less stable than before, then vanishes into the night again. A wave of missiles have been erased along the way, and their disintegrated scraps rain down on the cityscape below.LOADING PROP 412/526Many of the missiles are still moving. Almost all of them have been loaded, but not all have been destroyed by your partner yet. He spirals through the air, leading them through the dense clouds of data once again. The sheer density of his presence, much like Brigadramon, cleaves gaps in the clouds. Wisps of fragmented information are pulled into his orbit all the while. The missiles aren't powerful enough to have such an effect. Once he moves into heavy cover, the explosives begin tearing the very sky apart. White lightning streaks across the shattering stormfront, blowing missiles into shreds and causing the whole cloud to fall apart into tiny particles. A stray bolt moves towards Plutomon during this separation. He swings his hand, effortlessly dispelling it with a bolt of his own. LOADING PROP 495/526The new missiles are petering out. Brigadramon has stopped firing too, and is hovering somewhere above you instead, guarding the mouth of the Portal stalwartly. The opening has shrunk significantly compared to several minutes ago.
Plutomon returns to the surface of the Tower, watching the remnants of the explosive swarm streak towards you. There are still hundreds left. Once he makes sure there are no turrets in your vicinity, he gently sets you down, ever-conscious of Brigadramon's position. His crimson eye flickers backwards to look at you, wordlessly asking if you'll be alright.You give him a nod of encouragement and draw your pistol for protection. Your partner lunges to meet the missiles. His jaws snap down repeatedly, destroying the information that comprises them before the explosions can trigger. When he's able to spare the effort, he seizes and flings them back at their fellows to cause chain reactions that take out segments of the swarm. The whole time, he makes sure to pay attention to every factor around him, ensuring that no bots sneak up on you, or that Brigadramon doesn't move to ambush you. Yet again, he transforms into a swirling maelstrom of golden teeth and claws, devouring all in his path. Once the final explosion clears, he floats there with his cape tattered and worn, and with barely any new injuries on him. LOADING PROP 526/526MEMORY COMPLETE"You did it!" You gasp.Five hundred missiles were nothing to Plutomon. True to his unspoken promise, he's dealt with the attack entirely on his own, relying on nothing but his own capabilities to protect you. He finally has the strength he's desired—strength that truly befits a lord.He turns his attention towards Brigadramon next, who's still watching dispassionately. You balk in alarm at the sight of an Espimon squad surrounding him. They're holding tools as they scurry around his body, releasing lattices of light that expose the corroded part of his wireframe. He's undergoing repairs."Your toys are gone. Return and face me. I tire of your-"LOADING PROP 1/526"You've gotta be kidding me." You hiss, watching as the process windows spark to life again."Bastard." Plutomon reacts with equal rage.
You suppose it makes sense. There's nothing actually stopping Brigadramon from just repeating this attack infinitely, if he's using the City's nigh infinite computing resources and converting them into attack power. These missiles are pre-loaded objects from some earlier incident, he could just keep summoning them forever and ever, until the Portal closes.For a moment, you struggle to think of what you can do.>>>"Marnie.""What is it?" You ask."Explain the origin of these missiles to me." Plutomon requests, malice shimmering in his eyes.LOADING PROP 23/526"They're being loaded by the system, not by him. He has permissions to create items, this has to be some kind of pre-prepared routine. I... Don't know how we can stop it. They're coming from the environment itself, thanks to some Administrator-level processes." You dig through your inventory briefly. The hacking spikes from Squid are intact, but you'll need dozens at once to disrupt this processes. The problem is that you can't even find the loading point or origin device. And if you could, maybe the direct attention of the City Overseer would be enough to dispel the hack. Or maybe not, since it's a pre-prepared routine? As you begin to rack your brain, Plutomon opens up every mouth on his body again."Plutomon...?""I am not done. I swore on the Styx to handle this. So if it is a product of this environment-"You feel your knees weakening all of a sudden. He's drawing a great amount of energy through your link. "Then I shall shred this world itself."
"HELL'S GATE!"He creates a series of spectral mouths again, projecting them from the largest jaws across his body. With reckless abandon, he crunches and crushes empty air, destroying missiles as they come. When there are none to annihilate, he continues ripping through open space regardless. Each time his jaws close, they let out resounding echoes that seem to ripple into the space around you. After several moments of his rampage, you start to see crimson rifts being left in the air. Brigadramon raises his head in mortified interest. LOADING PROP 94/526Plutomon stops targeting the missiles entirely. Instead, he goes for the system windows that appear whenever the surrounding infrastructure loads new objects. Those tears in space are growing rapidly, and you think you can see... something behind them. Something dark, crackling with malignant energy, with shapes that remind you of crags and pillars and obelisks.ERROR LOADING PROPLOADING PROP 160/526ERROR LOADING PROPERROR LOADING PROPYou watch as he tears the very fabric of City 87-O apart. He cannot interface with its systems. So instead, he's targeting the processes used to create missiles, causing massive amounts of backlash that flow upwards until the very system processes are corrupted. More and more of the loading boxes are replaced with glaring error messages as he goes. He's terraforming the very air, creating a virus-rich environment that refuses to obey the routines laid out by the City. This is what a Mega-level Virus Digimon is capable of. It's as though you're staring into a widening window, like an entire refracted world that he's pulling into this one. LOADING PROP 188/526The sky is tinged red, reminding you of the red alert you once faced. Brigadramon shakes the Espimon off and descends to strike Plutomon once again. But it's too late.ERROR LOADING PROPERROR LOADING PROPERROR LOADING PROPPROCESS TERMINATED
Plutomon relinquishes his hold on the countless rifts, allowing them to snap shut. They've left vicious scars of corruption in the sky. Fanged markings are hovering in space, and the particle rain sizzles into crimson tears, as though the computer is crying in pain. Plutomon turns to face his foe with the same haughty aura you're well-used to, a smug air lingering through the apotheosis he's undergone."WHAT DID YOU DO?""I've sent your program to Tartarus."Brigadramon tries something else. You notice his eye glistening with purple light. The mere attempt causes an explosion of crimson veins to streak across the sky, as whatever process he executes is disrupted by the damage to the system. The overwhelming error blows him back, leaving the air smoking and smoldering with hundreds of scarlet shards. You can no longer see the world beyond the rifts, but you're filled with unease at what Plutomon is capable of doingStill, he's your partner. You trust him with this terrifying power. And right now, he's in full control of himself. Though it may not have been your intention, the two of you have struck a true blow against the City by wounding its very makeup."Plutomon. Don't widen those." You request."Very well." You don't want to shred the data integrity of this place further. You still have people you love who need to live here.
"IF YOU ARE INSISTENT ON BECOMING A CALAMITY OF THE CITY ONCE MORE...""Insistent? You've forced our hand, Brigadramon.""If you had just let us past-" And if he hadn't done some bullshit infinite-prop attack-"-THEN WE SHALL SEE HOW YOU FARE AGAINST YOUR PREDECESSORS"LOADING... <MEMORY OF THE CITY>"What else has he got?!"Brigadramon executes a new program. This one seems to be using different infrastructure, bypassing the damage that Plutomon has done to the laws of physics and programming. You see numerous flickering bubbles forming in the air, each attempting to expand their domain, much like what Plutomon just did. It reminds you of what you experienced during your first big mission, in the control room with Strikedramon."DESTROY THOSE!" Plutomon surges forward to corrupt them before they can reach 100% completion. However, he cannot get them all. Which one is he guaranteed to miss? >A memory of a chimera, its birth a tragedy, but its life a catastrophe that had to be ended. >A familiar memory of an infiltrator, one of many that claws at the boundaries of the great domes of Eden. >A memory of a worm, whose shard was mistakenly allowed to take root, seeking only infinite growth.>A memory of a memory, whose nature as a Calamity marred even Earth.
Big thanks to art anon for the Op image again! And thanks for following the quest thus far, fellas. This thread shouldn't be a super long one, since we're near the end and epilogue.
>>6427452>A familiar memory of an infiltrator, one of many that claws at the boundaries of the great domes of Eden.
>>6427452well at least we aren't fighting Children of the City.>>6427452>A memory of a memory, whose nature as a Calamity marred even Earth.What better time to prove we can face that which harmed Earth?
