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.
This presents no problem at all to a high-flying blob like Puttimon!
He decides to nom a couple of berries of each color, unless the first couple turn out to be really bad.
Wings are handy!
Red berry: firm, very sour, somewhat bitter, an earthy smell of tunnels.
Shiny black berry: sweet and bitter and sour; a tactile feeling of familiar people gently bumping his sides in passing.
Green-white berry: pulls a little of its stem off with it; bitter and crunchy.
...not Puttimon’s favorite berries. The second one's implications are okay, but bitter is a new flavor, and not one he likes. He shakes himself vigorously and goes to investigate the nearest fight.
That would be this other pair of blue and orange 'mon. (Or maybe the same two again? They're bigger and they don't look quite the same as they did.)
The orange one slithers around to bite at the blue one's little tail. The blue one rolls to avoid it.
Hmm.
Puttimon is going to flutter above them and shower Angel Dust on the both of them. (He remembers, briefly, a different place - little scuffles between puttis, Angel Dust flying everywhere. It doesn't hurt. It feels nice, actually; cozy, and drowsy, and like nothing else really matters except getting some sleep. It only lasts for a little while - long enough to run, or long enough to cool down a bit.)
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