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"Times Change"

The sun was going down by the time the bus reached Matt's stop, the door slid open at the sound of the breaks hissing and locking into place as he climbed out of his seat and made his way toward the front.

It had been two months since he'd started his college life, he was almost twenty years old now and living on his own was still something he was getting used to. As he stepped off the bus, Matt brushed his long blond hair back behind his ears and rubbed his scalp before straightening the courier bag dangling off his shoulder. If only he'd have gotten into school with some of his old friends like Tai or Sora, even Izzy would have been a welcomed roommate, but as they got older the older of the Digi-Destined had drifted apart and while they still stayed in touch through email or social media, there just wasn't the kind of kinship that there had been when they were kids. He walked into his apartment building and took the stairs up to the second floor; he made his way to the familiar door number I-01, which he found odd that the second floor would have the numbers starting with a zero on the upper floor. But something had spoken to him when he decided to take this apartment and as soon as he entered, he immediately felt comforted.

He turned on the lights, the soft electric buzzing of the fluorescent lighting and then the sharp white bulbs over his head illuminating his doorway with a slight flickering as he kicked off his shoes and stepped onto the carpet. He was home. Matt immediately grabbed his guitar and sprawled out on the sofa in his living room, groaning in relaxation as he brought his fingers across the strings, filling the small apartment living room with a vibrant sound that bounced around the walls before subtly fading.

There was a thumping from down below: "Ishida! What did I tell you about all the noise!?" He heard a muffled man's voice shouting at him from the apartment under him.

"Fuck you, old man." Matt scowled at his bad luck in neighbors before sitting up, he made his way over to the amplifyer that was tucked into the corner of his living room behind his television. He plugged the guitar into the amp and raising his voice, he readied his fingers over the strings once more. "You want NOISE you old canker sore? How about this!?" He then threw his hand across the instrument, causing an explosively loud riff to scream through his apartment. Matt dug his teeth into his lower lip as he did this, bearing the full brunt of the instrument's noise as he held the chord for as long as he could. The floor vibrated under his feet, and the sound seemed to bounce off the walls for ages before the sound faded away.

It had its effect though; there was utter silence from the apartment below him, but he could also hear babies crying, car alarms going off and--"Aw, man..." he groaned as he noticed that one of his windows had shattered from the noise. The sound of car alarms going off in the parking lot below could be heard clearly in his living room now as he investigated the damage. He sighed and looked at his guitar. "Karma is a bitch, isn't it?" He asked the instrument before putting it down on the couch again. Flopping to a seat next to it, Matt resolved to fix the broken glass later. Right now there was his favorite show that was about to start. He grabbed the remote and clicked it. The TV came on in static that hissed at him defiantly, Matt stared at the static for a moment before clicking to another station; but again, he was met with static. "What the?" He said to himself as he tried again, then again. "Don't tell me my guitar did this too?"

As the static on his television flickered, Matt could have sworn a strangely familiar image could be seen in between the layers. The human paused his remote clicking for a moment as he spotted this; then he heard a familiar voice echo within the static in his speakers. "Matt? Matt!"

"Gabumon?"

Matt approached his television and stared into the static once more; a familiar shape had begun to grow more familiar as his eyes locked onto it, it looked like a crest; his Crest of Friendship. Again he could hear the voice whispering to him from his TV; though this time, it sounded more like a growl. "Matt... help me!" It wasn't Gabumon, but it was Weregarurumon: Gabumon's Ultimate form.

Placing his hand on the screen of his television, Matt could feel static electricity begin to flow into his arm, and a vibration in his pants pocket turned his attention toward his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled out his old Digivice, which was now glowing a bright blue color and giving off a high pitched screeching noise. Looking at the device in his hand, Matt nearly threw it when the device began to make his hand glow just like it was glowing, but resisted in doing so as the lights began to shimmer along his hand, then his arm, then all over the rest of his body. Matt could no longer feel his form; it felt cold, then warm as the hand still held against his television began to glow and he felt himself falling inward and into the screen itself before he saw a world of circuitry surround him and he could feel himself falling down into it.

As Matt descended into the blue and yellow world of electricity, he could feel his body surging with a strange and newfound strength. He looked at his hands as he fell, they were growing exponentially, his fingernails becoming longer; more pointed, like the claws of an animal. His arms were also bulging out, becoming more muscular than he could ever hope to be. A tingle down his spine caused him to go rigid and he could feel his hair tickling at the back of his neck, growing longer and then the feeling of hair suddenly sprouting from his skin and encompassing his entire body. But every time he looked at his hands, his feet, his legs, they were still coated in a brilliant cocoon of blue energy. He could only see these changes in shapes, he had no way of knowing if he was actually sprouting fur. What was happening to him?

Gravity began to take its toll on Matt, as he felt his body beginning to descend at a much faster rate now. It felt like he was falling; but to Matt, it felt more like falling into a pool. His body dove foot-first through a blue sky-lit portal that had formed directly underneath him and he felt his body return to a physical form as he fell from the sky. Hurling toward the ground at such an alarming speed would have made him cringe in the past, but something strange came over Matt; he felt as though this was a natural thing, he knew that he would not be harmed by the fall. Instead of cringing and cowering from the inevitable landing, he readied himself for it and slammed into the ground; one knee, one foot and his fist hitting the earth with such a force that it cratered the land around him. As the dust cleared, his eyes focused on the first thing in front of him: Weregarurumon in trouble.