Several exhausted pokemon and digimon inhabit the dingy cell; the crying apparently comes from a Gatomon.
"I want to play a game." A tv overhead hums to life to show a Tentomon. "You are all here for a very specific reason. You have something in common; something which I cannot say I share. I would want nothing more, but none of you seem to appreciate it." Confused grunts fill the room.
"You are all quite ticklish."
Oh shit. You don't know how you knew, but you knew. cries and gasps reaffirm your misery.
"I'm going to do you all the biggest favors of your lives. I'm going to make you appreciate your gifts; your ticklishness."
You don't want to appreciate your 'gift.' "You can have it!" you yell at the screen. A few nervous laughs tremble around you, but they lack your confidence.
"You all have twenty four hours until you are permanently locked in this house. But I am going to help you all. Throughout this house are several challenges which will yield keys. These keys will get you out of here, and that is all you need to know for now. Good luck to you all." The Gatomon starts to sob harder than ever.
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