Dream World of The Grid (Shoutmon's Story)

Shoutmon has awaken in The Grid with new outfits

Shoutmon: Man. Where am I? And What happen to my clothes? This world is special... Wait, I know this world.

Then he saw a Floated Ship

Shoutmon: Wow! I better go see it!

Hd went off and he saw a Ship

Shoutmon: This is fun!

Then the Guards stop him

Guard: Halt! Identified. State your handle, Program.

Shoutmon: Program? We don't have any handles. I'm Shoutmon.

Guard: Verifying handle "Shoutmon"...

Then they grab his Hands

Guard: Handle not found. Stray Program recognized.

Shoutmon: Hey! What are you doing?!

Guard: Isolating for Quarantine.

Shoutmon: Quarantine! I'm not quarantine, I'm a Digimon.

He escape from them and he lost them

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: I think I lost them. Huh

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He saw a Robot with Two disk and he is gonna fight him. Then 3 Robot are watching

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Tron. He's alive.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: Look at that Creature, he's different.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Felix: Dad. You created from the data, right?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Huh? No, I didn't... And I never seen one.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Then a Robot has run away

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Who was he?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: You there. Can I look at you?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He saw them behind him

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Okay.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">The Robot is looking at him

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: This is amazing. What a Program. The creature with data.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Program? It's complicated for me. I'm Shoutmon the Digimon King.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Felix: I'm Felix.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: This world is like... Tron's World, was it?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: You know Tron?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Of course. I met him... Long time ago.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Listen, that Program Robot you fought is Tron.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: That's Tron the Robot?! And how did you know him?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Tron used to be a good friend. Together, we created this place The Grid. Much like from the other side of the Human Program. It was something, well... But then CLU the Dog staged a coop. I have been exiled, and... Tron wound up getting derezzed. Or so I thought. CLU made him into a new Program called Rin. That's the thing about Programs. Mess with the code just a little, and the whole nature and memory can change.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: That's is... Insane! Hmm... Most of this is over my brain, But both Tron and this world do seem pretty different. Still, if that's really the Tron I knew, we can change him back.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Hm, I really it.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He use his Power for the data

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Of course. If we're lucky, CLU kept s backup of Tron's source code. He's a Program, after all. He'd a methodical like that.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: So if we get Tron's "source code" back from CLU, we can put him back to normal, right?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: That's right.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Great! Thanks, Mr!

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He is gonna leave

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Where are you going?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: To find CLU.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Do you know where he is?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: I... Don't know.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He look down.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally You're a strange User. You're nothing like Will and Felix. Come on, Shoutmon. I'll show you the way.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Sally, we have to keep moving.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Felix: Dad's right. What are you gonna do if Rin attack again?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: If we're in a hurry, we have to take care of Rin first.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: The Two of us can handle this.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Well... Okay, do what you can. Maybe you and Shoutmon can help Tron.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Felix: Dad, you can't.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Will: Don't worry. I have a feeling Shoutmon is someone we can help. You and me need to press on.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Felix: (Sigh) Alright. Sally, be careful.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: You too.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">They left

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: Okay, it's you and me. Right, Shoutmon?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Shoutmon: Yeah. Let's do it.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Sally: CLU should be at the helm of his battleship, the Rectifier. We can get tthere with a Solar Sailer from the underground docks.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Meanwhile

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">CLU the Android is looking at the Disk and it shows Shoutmon

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">CLU: A Digimon?

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">He give it back to him