Bit of a warning, old chaps--this is incredibly strange.
Why did this happen?
It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Not at all.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
...No, I'm not.
You can't hurt in dreams, can you?
And this hurts.
It's not supposed to be this way.
I'm supposed to win.
I had it all planned out.
I was going to win.
What went wrong?
I-I-I just wanted to not be lonely.
To not be in the dark with nothing but pain, and rage, and sorrow with me.
But that's all that I am, isn't it?
I watched them, while they fixed the things my darkness caused.
They looked so happy.
As I watched them, I grew angry.
How dare they be happy?
How dare they?
Each of the beings I corrupted had a chance at happiness.
They willingly forsook that chance at light to become...evil...
If I ever had a chance to live in the light of day, I would have accepted.
But these beings, who were willfully evil, each had a chance to do good.
And they saw the light as just another thing to crush.
It seems, since I've been here, I've gotten wiser.
Before, when I was alive, I too would have forsaken the light.
Because to live in the light, you have to forsake the darkness.
And darkness made me what I am.
Now I'm not so sure.
Maybe, if I knew then what I know now, I would have chosen differently.
I don't know for sure.
I don't think I would have, though.
In some peculiar way, I don't think this was about me at all.
Me, or any other digimon.
It was about those humans.
I hope they make the most of the time they spend in the light.
Because eventually, all things return to the darkness.
And in the darkness, I still exist.
Apocalymon rules the night.
A/N- Okay, I have no idea what to make of this. I have a cold, and the medication put me in a bit of a foggy haze. When I got out of it, this thing was starin' me right in the face, heyla? Strange as all get-out. My project book says it's what Apocalymon's thinking after his defeat. Jeez...Ya know, this is why I don't like taking antibiotics. Lord, I really hate antibiotics...