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Mojyamon is known to be a rather friendly Digimon if you don't do anything to agitate him. He's been controlled twice in his life: the first from a Black Gear, the second from a Dark Ring, and he was lucky to be freed from both. Of course if he looked back in his memories, the yeti Digimon would simply laugh at the stuff he went through. Especially considering that he has become part of something greater.

It all started about a few days after Meramon disappeared. The yeti Digimon was at first confused about what happened with his fiery friend, but then thought that Meramon wanted some alone time for a while. 'Can't believe that hothead of a Digimon would go to great lengths to not want to be found,' he thought as he tried to relax in his home on the ice mountains of File Island. 'What do I care? Not my business whatsoever.' The carefree Mojyamon took a nap after that thought. Little did he know of the fate awaiting him.

Mojyamon is then walking through the forest the following day. "Well, it sure is nice to get a little exercise now and then." the yeti says in that carefree tone with a grin on his shaggy face. "And still no sign of Meramon anywhere. What's keeping that guy? He's really starting to worry the other 'mons. Hope it's not a surprise prank, because that would suck." Laughing at that joke he just made, Mojyamon continues his walk for just a few more minutes before he hears something rustling in the trees.

"Hello! Anybody there?" he called out to the source of the rustling. "Wonder what did that. Probably just a Kuwagamon jacking off with himself and causing a racket." he said after not getting the response to his call. Boy was he wrong. A barrage of something black and metallic came out of the trees and plunged inside Mojyamon. The poor Digimon had absolutely NO idea what hit him into a tree that had a hiding place for smaller Digimon and knocked the poor yeti out.

The metallic barrage on the yeti Digimon stopped as soon as all of the gear-like things were in him. After that Mojyamon opens his eyes, which have turned blank white, and got up off the ground and out of the hiding tree. "Finally, a new slave under complete control," said a voice inside the Digimon's head. "Now then little yeti. You will comply to my commands." "Yes master," droned Mojyamon monotonously. "I will." "Good." _said the voice sinisterly. _"Let us go to Infinity Mountain then. Onward!" As Mojyamon marches to the mountain in the center of File Island, his master, later revealed to be sentient Black Gears that survived the DigiDestined's attack somehow, reprograms the yeti's mind.

"You love feet. You love your own feet. You want to lick them. Caress them. Worship them." the legion of Black Gears inside Mojyamon programmed into the slave's mind. "I love feet. I love my own feet. I want to lick them. Caress them. Worship them." the enslaved Digimon repeated emotionlessly. "It seems that from your memories, you're homosexual. Are we correct?" asked the leading Black Gear of the legion to its captive. "Yes, it's true, master," answered the yeti to his master. "I am homosexual. I have always been ever since I can remember." Rather amused and turned on by this revelation, the Black Gears then continue with the march to Infinity Mountain with Mojyamon walking soldier-like. The mind-controlled yeti in his blank white gaze, spots a group of Gazimon 2 kilometers to his left during his trek.

"Mojyamon, stop," ordered his master._ "These Gazimon will be excellent additions to our growing group." _ "I will do as you command." replied the slave to his master. "I will bring these Digimon to our cause of foot-loving." The moment he said that, the Black Gears give the yeti 'mon the ability to fly by reprogramming his feet to float in the air. This excited the Digimon greatly, as he always wanted to fly through the air like all the other flying Digimon on the island.

The yeti flew high into the sky, enough so that none of the Gazimon below can see him. Giggling at the inevitability of their new fate, Mojyamon curls his body into a ball, and then spreads his arms and legs wide while Black Gears come out of his belly and swarm over the unsuspecting Digimon below. By the time all of the male Gazimon find out what's happening next (why they're all male still confuses Mojyamon whether he's controlled or not), they have already became part of something truly marvellous. Watching the Gazimon try and resist their new life, the yeti 'mon laughed a bit loudly while holding his gut as he's in the air. "Hahahaha, these poor fools," he said in that carefree tone from before his brainwashing. "Can't they see that they're all becoming part of something spectacular?"

A whole minute passed by before all of the Gazimon surrendered to the will of the Black Gears. In sync, all of them stood up and opened their now blank white eyes while chanting "We will obey" in a drone-like tone of voice. While the new slaves are being reprogrammed to loving feet like Mojyamon, said Digimon floated down on the ground and walked over to them. "Little yeti," his master said to him as he walked over to the enslaved Gazimon. _"Why don't we continue on our way to Infinity Mountain? We have so much time in catching up."_Nodding in response to his master's request, Mojyamon resumes his walk to Infinity Mountain while the Gazimon follow close behind. Surprisingly there haven't been any other Digimon around during the hour-long trek up the mountaintop to the temple on the same mountaintop.

Once the group of Digimon slaves got inside, the Black Gears then put them to work in renovating the place. To begin the renovations, Mojyamon was placed in charge by his master as the head of it. He divided the recently counted 24 Gazimon into teams of 3. The tasks were simple: two of the teams are to clean up the floors and walls with their tails, another two are given the task of restoring the glyphs on the walls not covered with dust (which is half of the perimeter) using some special paint from Digitamamon's store. One team were assigned the task of retrieving some beds from Monzaemon's toy land bed store that was built only a month ago.

As for the last few teams, they were put on scouting the areas surrounding Infinity Mountain. Their job is to ensure that nobody ever comes near it, and escort the teams with the required items from the stores. So far, there hasn't been any Digimon walking towards the mountain out of curiousity. The Gazimon scouts waited for another 5 minutes before spotting the paint carriers. 2 of the scouts go down to them as escorts. "What kept you guys?" asked one of the escort Gazimon to a paint carrier. "We had to wait for a whole HOUR for you to get here." Looking at the escort, annoyance in his blank white eyes, the paint carrying Gazimon then tells him of the problem at the store.

"That egg-shelled idiot has been babbling out stuff like we're a bunch of hooligans, don't touch any of his merchandise with our filthy claws, all that junk," he said in an equally annoyed tone. "I swear that lousy crank was lucky we were trying to control our tempers, otherwise he would've been reduced to a scrambled egg right about now." "Does that guy even know that we don't work for Etemon anymore?" the escort asked. Shaking his head at that question, the paint carrying Gazimon continues the trek up the mountain. "Once we're finished renovating, we might have to pay Digitamamon a little visit. And I highly doubt he'll live and be reborn after we're through with him." The 2nd escort said after hearing the story. To top it off, he was wearing a psychotic grin that was shared with everyone else in the escort party. Nobody messes with them and get away with it. Nobody!

"Achoo," Digitamamon sneezed, before shivering in pure and utter fear. "Just hope those Gazimon don't kill me. I really don't wanna die." He then comes up with a way to save his shell.

By the time they get back up the mountain, the teams that did the dusting in the temple finished judging by the amount of dust in their tails. "Alright then, it's time for the dusters to wash themselves up," the Black Gears ordered. "As you command, master." the said dusters droned out in that monotone voice.

Meanwhile, Mojyamon is watching everything going on around the temple inside a monitor room. This place was never discovered by Devimon when he reigned over File Island. And it still wasn't discovered by the Dark Masters when they rearranged File Island. It seems that this particular room is one of the more elusive in all of the Digital World since nobody, not even Gennai, can find a single trace on their radars.

If that was true, then how did Mojyamon find it? The answer to that question is simple: the Black Gears led him to it. "It truly is an honor for you to show me this place, master," the yeti said in a happy manner. "Why, thank you," his 'master' said to him. "The pleasure is all mine." Apparently only the Black Gears know of this room since they were made with the rest of the island. The only way into the monitor room that watches over the entirety of the population of File Island is with the Black Gears helping you there.

"So little yeti," the Black Gear questioned Mojyamon who was programmed to listen and obey every command given to him. "Have you checked for any possible targets around the island? Me and my friends are quite restless when it comes to possible recruits. VERY restless."_This question came as no surprise to the brainwashed yeti Digimon, because upon hearing it he immediately got to work checking through the monitor screens for potential slaves in need of capture. "As a matter of fact master there are," he has said while pointing a finger at a screen on the far-left of the middle row. Said screen shows a well-known, club wielding virus Digimon walking through a forest patch just near the Bakemon residential section of the island. _"Oh goody, a virus-type," the Black Gear said in a fan-girl like tone of voice. This sudden change of attitude frightened Mojyamon due to the quickness of it. But the fright turned to admiration upon seeing the potential fellow foot-loving slave.

The Virus-type Digimon in question, revealed to be Ogremon, is searching for Meramon in that same forest patch near the Bakemon residential section already shown on the monitor screen. The club wielder last saw his fellow champion Digimon walk through here before suddenly disappearing. Where he went and why has been on Ogremon's mind for the past few days, during which this whole search has been going on. Each day Ogremon looks through the forest, and each day he leaves empty-handed. How hard is it to find a Digimon made out of FRICKINGN FIRE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?!! Ogremon was on last day of searching when he stumbled onto something...unusual.

A portion of the forest was found destroyed and burned to the ground. Judging by then damage on some of the still standing stumps, the hot-headed idiot in Ogremon's opinion was responsible for it all. But what EXACTLY in the name of the Four Sovereigns was the reason to cause this much damage anyway? Out of all the possible explanations going through Ogremon's mind right up to that point, three were the most probable: the hothead was training, venting some of his anger out, or he was being attacked.

Training is usually on a scheduled routine, Ogremon should know this because he's been practicing with his club attacks 3 days a week. Not once did he see Meramon practice any of his attacks or do any workouts whatsoever. At first he thought it was some sorta secret training, but then scratched off that possibility since it wouldn't be much of a secret due to being near the Bakemon population. In other words, the training reason is out.

Now it's down to the second possible explanation. The virus-type Digimon knows that the "walking match" has some anger issues that can get out of hand pretty quickly. It's usually some minor annoyance, like a Kuwagamon taunting him that results in being deleted by the firewalker, a large bill from Digitamamon after eating a meal there (it gets a bit ugly for a while), and so on. A major probem is a different story altogether.

The last time a major problem happened, let's just say it caused enough damage to resemble an aftermath of a nuclear bomb when tested. Shuddering at that thought and particular memory, due to having been there when it happened, Ogremon ran as fast as he could every time Meramon blew up when a major problem is involved. But of course Meramon would just go back to normal on both counts after the vents of anger. Afterwards the day continues on as though nothing has happened.

The second probable reason is then scratched out as well. No possible evidence of a minor issue is available anywhere near here. Meramon would also come back in his normal state of mind after getting the anger out of his system. Since he's nowhere near any town, it would mean he didn't come from anywhere to vent his anger out.

So it now goes to the third and final possible explanation: he was attacked. But by who or what is the $50,000 question here at the moment. Since there aren't any footprints surrounding the ones made by Meramon, Ogremon deduces that the attackers came from the air. But what flying Digimon would just attack one that is made out of flames for absolutely no apparent reason. 'If it even was a Digimon that attacked the hothead,' Ogremon thought to himself in a skeptical manner. The club wielder is one of those Digimon that know when something is up.

And he was right about something being up in this part of the forest. If a flying Digimon did attack Meramon, it would be on the ground somewhere around here moaning in pain right now. As he was thinking of some possible leads as to who would attack the flame walking 'mon when he noticed something shining on his right buried in the ground. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, he walks over to it to get a better look at what's shining out. Instantly he became shocked upon what he's seeing.

"What? But how?!" he exclaimed, not believing his eyes. "How could these things still exist? They all should've been destroyed, blown to data bits!" What was buried and shining out of the ground was a piece of a Black Gear. Ogremon was still shocked that these things are still even existing, and causing nothing but trouble no doubt. But the only problem is, why wasn't Gennai informed?

"Better report this to old geezer," he said in a worried tone. "He's got to know about this." The moment he said that, the club wielding Digimon left the forest to find Gennai. But before that, he picked up the broken Black Gear and placed in inside his kilt pocket. He walked towards the direction where he believed Gennai is located. If only he paid more attention to his environment, then he would've spotted a pair of eyes spying on him and disappearing from the bush it was behind.

As he continued walking to his supposed destination, Ogremon couldn't help but get the feeling that he's being watched. Turning around to find no one there, the club wielder assumed it to be his imagination messing with him. "Sheesh, for a second there I thought I was in some sort of horror movie or something," he said, a bit crept out. Little did he know that it's much more than that.

Resuming his walk, the club wielder thought he was safe. But unfortunately he was wrong. He heard footsteps behind him that were coming closer and closer as he trekked to Gennai's location. Every few seconds Ogremon stops and turns around to catch the guy making those footsteps behind him. When he finds nobody there, he goes on his way. Only to hear those same footsteps again from behind him, sounding a bit more closer that they were before. Almost as if somebody is stalking him. That thought gets even virus Digimon like Ogremon a little scared, and he knows it.

Instantly becoming paranoid after looking back a few times, Ogremon runs, then sprints to a nearby cave when he heard somebody whisper "Ogrrremmon" in his ear without his knowing. Absolute fear was plastered all over the club wielder's face along with the sprint to the cave. Color vanished from his face as well, almost pale white as that of a ghost. It was a minute and a half before the color in his face returned.

"Phew, that was close. Thought somebody was gonna rape me," he said, relieved. You see, Ogremon has had a rather traumatic experience when it centered around this particular subject. A month earlier, he was suddenly torn out of his bed in the middle of the night. The culprit was a vine wrapped around his ankle which sprouted from the window.

Pulled through said window in a very rough and painful manner, the vine carrying Ogremon dropped him. Before more vines came and wrapped up his wrists and ankles tightly. The vines were from Vegiemon, who was known to be somewhat of a pedophile around the island. What happened next is far too horrific to describe in detail. The result was that the club wielder was found rocking back and forth with his kilt torn in some places.

Still shuddering in fear after just remembering that awful experience, Ogremon walks quietly to the cave entrance to look around. Paranoia has overwhelmed the club wielder immensely, if the fast movements his eyes are making going back and forth symbolize anything. A minute and a half passed before finding nothing suspicious outside, which was enough reason for the Evil-type to come out. Looking around once more just to make sure there aren't any more surprises, Ogremon relaxed after not seeing anything or anyone deemed dangerous.

"Alright, whoever's out there better come on out," he exclaimed out loud. Somebody was playing a trick on him, and it's absolutely NOT funny at all. He got the response he needed, albeit not the one he was expecting.

Ogremon heard the words "Bone Boomerang" before some blunt object hit him on the head and knocked him out. As his large, green body fell to the floor, Ogremon's attacker caught the bone used to knock him unconscious. "Being a so-called 'evil' Digimon doesn't sometimes come with smarts," they said in a deadpan tone. "You are one of those idiots in this world that brag about stuff you never even have the guts to do." The attacker got out of the shade of the tree to reveal themselves as they said that.

Ogremon's attacker happens to be Mojyamon, who was wearing a deadpan expression despite his blank white eyes. He's been following the Evil-type Digimon the whole time the latter was trying to inform Gennai. His master wouldn't want that to happen. No way.

"What a poor, simple-minded fool Ogremon is," the yeti Digimon said as he was dragging the still unconscious club wielder by the ankles. "He is gonna be so happy when we get back to Infinity Mountain. Don't you agree, Master?" "Why yes of course I do," his master said in a gleeful tone. "Most definitely." This brought a smile to Mojyamon's face while still dragging his master's target.

By the time Mojyamon got back to the temple, the Gazimon were already on most of the beds. The 24 Gazimon got into pairs of two and were rubbing their feet into their partner's faces while grabbing hold of their dildos. As they were spouting their cum straight out of their dildos, the yeti Digimon went to the far back of the temple where the monitor room was located.

With the Black Gears' help once more, Mojyamon phased through the wall and found himself in the monitor room. Soon after, he resumed dragging Ogremon who surprisingly is still knocked out the whole trek back here. "I went and got carried away with knocking him out, didn't I master?" he asked a bit regretfully. "Oh no, not at all," his master said. "You did an excellent job. Now why don't we take our potential follower to the Reprogramming Chamber." "As you wish Master," the enslaved yeti replies.

The Reprogramming Chamber is a room next to the Monitor Room that is composed of pods used for cryogenically freezing people in the Human World. Except that these particular pods are not made fof that purpose like the ones from science-fiction movies. The pods were made for programming and reprogramming Digimon.

The original purpose of this room has been a mystery. It baffled Mojyamon when he first saw this place, as he asked the Black Gear inside him why it was even here. A response came in the form of a history lesson. Why the Reprogamming Chamber was here on File Island is that it was to be used to create an army of mindless, obedient Digimon. The yeti Digimon thought this to be a bit cliche, but he was proven wrong a little. His master stated that the slaves were to have their minds wiped of anything deemed unnecessary, such as nearly every single memory, trait, emotions, all of it.

Unfortunately the project didn't begin de to Devimon ruling over Infinity Mountain. Who created the Reprogramming Chamber was also an enigma, since the Black Gears didn't know either. Of course it didn't matter, because now it is time for Ogremon to join our foot-loving pack.

Mojyamon couldn't agree more as he lifted up the club wielder's body and put him inside one of the pods. This pod was next to the one containing Meramon who just so happens to be unconscious also. The Rare Animal type Digimon obviously didn't expect the flame walking Digimon to be here of all places, but on the bright side he at least got to know what had happened to the hothead.

The pod door opened up revealing a chair that has a wire sticking out from the headrest. It's used for the procedure needed to create the army of slaves. Mojyamon lifted the heavy body inside the pod, right before shutting the pod door. "Now then," the Black Gear inside Mojyamon said in a sadistic tone._ "Begin the reprogramming procedure. I've been waiting so long to have a Virus Digimon in my pack. Makes me all giddy and jittery inside."_ "As you command, Master." the yeti says in an emotionless tone of voice. He walks over to a control panel in the center of the chamber. Eerie silence fills the room, with the only sounds being the tapping of Mojyamon's feet in a soldier-like march. Blank white eyes look upon the buttons on the panel before spotting the one used to activate the machine. "Commencing reprogramming," droned the brainwashed yeti. He then pushed the button and stood back to watch. Inside the two pods currently being occupied at the moment, Meramon and Ogremon are currently having their minds being overwritten by the streams of data being downloaded through the wires attached to the backs of their heads. Anything deemed unnecessary are being surpressed completely, while new thoughts are being formed in their place.

"Come on, come on," the leading Black Gear said as if egging the procedure on. "I need my Ogremon, I REALLY need him." _Mojyamon, while listening to his master's pleading, is programmed to not interfere. He is merely a slave, and nothing more. Only there to ensure that nothing can stop the procedure from going as planned. Doesn't even care if whoever was gonna do the task is friend or foe. 30 minutes pass by before the conversion process was complete. The two pod doors opened, exposing both champion Digimon inside. Stirring awake a little bit, Ogremon and Meramon open their eyes showing to be completely blank of expression. One of them having full blue eyes without the white pupil, the other blank white like Mojyamon. Shaking their heads to get rid of the nauseating headaches, the flame walker and club wielder look around the room in confusion. "Where are we?" Meramon asked. "What is this place?" _"This is your new home," the Black Gear in his head replied. "That's all you should know." Startled by the voice of his master suddenly speaking, the hothead regains his composure before bowing in respect. "My deepest apologies master," he said. "I didn't even notice your presence." Happy that the fire walker knows his place, the Black Gear then proceeds to lecture the two new additions to the foot loving slaves about their new place in the world.

Ever since that day, all 27 of the Digimon that supposedly disappeared have been planning on gathering more followers. More Digimon must join their enlightened pack of foot worshipping. Anyone that tries to go against their masters would be swiftly punished, without any mercy shown. None whatsoever.