Robin's body was sprawled about his bed in a limp mass. He often slept in such a way, having developed the habit of throwing himself into his bed and burrowing into his sheets only to slowly crawl out throughout the night. Snoring softly, Robin looked content and pleased, sleeping ridiculously well even if he hasn't realized it quite yet. The morning light was peering weakly through the blinds that draped about his windows, beaming with great accuracy into his eyes. Robin seemed to mumble at the sun's gesture, dissatisfied with the nudge to wake up. Half asleep, Robin already knew it was about time to wake up, but didn't necessarily feel like it. Sleep was gradually becoming more welcome to Robin, probably because between school, studying and work, the young man was exhausted more often than not.
To keep from waking up Robin turned away. Or at least he tried to. He felt a weight sink into his weak chest, seeing how Robin was hardly the best athlete. It made moving hard. No….more like impossible. He tried again, instinctively, but failed even more miserably. Robin peeked through nearly shut eyes, picking up what looked like an orange fur ball with a fairly large black horn pointing towards the celling, having perched, itself on his chest. "I must be dreaming," Robin said, dismissing what he saw as anything legitimate.
"Hi there!" The fur ball said. "I'm Tsunomon! I'm a Digimon!"
"Yep. I'm dreaming!" Robin insisted, trying his best to throw the covers over his head. Tsunomon's dead weight kept the covers planted, preventing any degree of success when it came to Robin's desire to remain in a state of sleep induced bliss. Robin was fairly sure, he would actually wake up at minute now because of some alarm or his mother would barge in about Robin was sleeping in and needed to wake up from his slumber. It would be in that moment, and that moment alone, that Robin would swallow his pride and wake up, crawl to the bathroom and shower before throwing a comfortable outfit on and make his way to school.
"Honey! Did you raid the refrigerator while you were sleep walking again?!" That was his mother's voice. It sounded too real to be a dream though. Robin was confused now. He was sure he was sleeping considering a stuffed animal was talking to him.
"No!" That was definitely his father. "Why?" The conversation sounded almost serious. Most of Robin's dreams were more easy going.
"The…Well, the refrigerator…is basically empty?" His mother shouted, a bit lower now as if his father was within the room, but still distressed.
"Wait, what?" His father shouted back. There was a moment of silence. "What the-" He continued, but the next words were inaudible. And probably vulgar.
Robin sat up at this point, realizing that he wasn't dreaming. The "Tsunomon" rolled off Robin, sinking into the bed with a large belch. "Did you…did you do that?" Robin said from behind gritted teeth.
"What?" The creature fired back defensively. "I was hungry and you weren't waking up to feed me!"
"Keep your voice down if you like living," Robin said, with a shred of concern. He wasn't exactly sure why he was protecting Tsunomon, seeing how he lacked any real idea of what the creature was. Perhaps it was a sense of innocence that surrounded the creature. Perhaps it was a sense of selfishness internalized in Robin that was hoping to avoid getting in any trouble. Or perhaps it was a sense of ingrained curiosity about the situation. The egg was missing from the room, as Robin couldn't find much of anything resembling it with a quick glance about the room. The rest remained on his nightstand, and Robin could hear the gears turning in his head as he slowly was piecing everything together. But then he could hear his mother stomping towards his room. "Quick," Robin said, snatching the Digimon in one hand as he pushed under his bed. "Don't make a sound. I can't explain you to myself, so I can't imagine trying to push anything past my parents."
"But I told you, I'm a Digi-"
"Sssh!" Robin cut Tsunomon off and lifted himself to a wobbling standing position when his mother barged in without even considering knocking.
"Did you hear what happened?" She said rashly, her face dripping with sweat from the whole ordeal.
Robin put on a façade. He had to. It would take his mind off the whole "Digimon" thing. "Um, something about the refrigerator? It's broken?"
"No. Empty," his mother countered. "Oh, and good morning." Robin guessed she felt bad about being rude.
"Was Dad sleep walking again? He did raid the cheese and stuff last time," Robin said, innocently with a shrug as he sorted his clothes that he was going to change into after a quick shower.
His mother sighed, unable to really muster words. She seems as dumbfounded as Robin was, though her problems were more domestic and homely compared to Robin's issues that just didn't make any sense. Talking stuffed animals, strange eggs, and weird crest things? All of it was just hard to process for a kid that is more concerned about what university he is going to go into debt to just pick up another piece of paper with his name on it. "He claims he didn't," his mother added while Robin was in daze. "Of course, this means I have to go shopping today to restock, so I don't think I can drive you to school today to make one of your early club meetings, since I want to go shopping right after school. And your father has the swimming team to coach tonight so he won't be leaving till 5 or 6. And I can imagine you don't want too long at school. Are you going to be okay taking your bike today?"
Robin shrugged. "It shouldn't be a problem, really. I think I was going to anyway. I wanted to stop by the bagel shop to pick up breakfast anyway," he added, lying through his teeth. He didn't, but with this Digimon lurking around, he found himself saying things he normally wouldn't anyway.
"That works," his mother said with a weak smile. "You better hurry up then or you'll be late."
"Right," Robin replied with a chuckle. His mother bolted out of his room and a light rumble of movement came from the kitchen and entranceway of the apartment. There was silence as Robin peeked out of his room, and he figured at this point that the way was clear. He returned to his bed and motioned for the so-called Digimon to hop out. And hop out it did. Literally.
"Okay," Robin said. "Now explain yourself quickly."
The Tsunomon nodded the best a talking head could do: "Like I said, I'm Tsunomon. I'm a Digimon and I come from the Digital World."
"What, like the Internet?"
"Yeah, basically," he continued. "There is a bunch of other stuff I vaguely remember from last night, but I forgot it. I was too hungry so I was mostly eating while some announcement that may have mentioned more stuff about me was being made," the Digimon continued with a laugh.
"Was the announcement important?" Robin asked nervously, with a tinge of frustration.
"Probably," the Digimon replied.
"And you don't remember it?"
"No?"
"Oh great," Robin said weakly, propping down onto his bed. "All right. I'll have to figure everything out slowly then. For now, I am going to go take a shower and get ready for school. And then you are coming with me."
"To school?" Tsunomon asked. "Why?"
Robin smirked as he made his way out of his room. "Simple. I can't have you messing up my home more than you already did. Besides, if my parents find you and there was some announcement or whatever that likely concerned you, they would probably freak out. It will be a lot easier for me to keep an eye on you if I stuff you in my school bag and keep you there."
"Wait, you are going to stuff me in a bag?" Tsunomon pleaded for mercy as Robin stepped out of the room.
"Yep," he replied, shutting the down to the bathroom. "And no, I won't let you out of it during history class. Even if, the class bores you."