Charlie

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A big heart who would like nothing more than to live a quiet life. Tucked away in some nice little corner, left to his own devices with no interruptions, just doing whatever. One day he might go about and see something that needs doing and he just does it because he wants to. Maybe he'll go dance somewhere. He might go scour for some delicious food or take a bath. He just does to experience and very little experience is bad. Everything's so cool. Some would say naive, others would say stunted. That's debatable, but what isn't is that he's a big ol' tweetheart.[break][break]
However that instinct has led to complications. Things organized, things laying about, just things that would intensely catch his attention, of which there are many things, he must either take or knock over. He has to work out his energy somehow. He's so energetic that it can be annoying at least and destructive at worst. He's motivated, and he wants to control those urges to just live quietly, to stop making people mad. He just...can't yet.

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Charlie used to have a lot of neighbors. Just a trot across the west bridge, he could see Agumon cooking up root stir-fry. Jijimon lived next to Agumon and he was more often than not grading classwork or putting together his lessons for the next day. His neighbors on the same tree lived in a big house right above his: the Burgermon family. Sometimes Charlie, called Muchomon in those days, would stomp by on his walks, see them, and wave. They never waved back, but that was okay; they were probably busy.[break][break]
Muchomon was well known in Treetop Town. Well no, that's not entirely true; his 'ticks' were well known. Parties were a big part of the tradition of the town, with elaborate banners and colorful settings. Muchomon was never allowed to help, no matter how much he badgered and stomped his feet. It started with Agumon's digivolution party, then the hatching of the last 3 Burgermon children. New Year's. Christmas. All Muchomon wanted was to make sure everyone had fun, everyone would be smiling. Yet once things started to be put together, his speech impediment would act up. HIs feathers started to ruffle and there he went. Running in circles, getting so excited and knocking into people. It wasn't until 2010 that this started to happen, and no one knew why.[break][break]
There was also an Impmon in town, who messed up these parties because she could when Muchomon hadn't yet. When the town's anniversary came about, Impmon got an idea. An awful idea. A wonderfully horrid, awful idea. There was fire everywhere. It burned away so much work, weeks and weeks of it, and left behind sadness and ash. Agumon's house was ruined. Muchomon cried a lot, trying to fight back his shaking to try and help. He just couldn't. He couldn't win over his body in this internal conflict. Who was blamed? What evidence was found?[break][break]
Impmon was ready to leave, but her last bit of mischief was confessing her crimes. She also admitted to Muchomon's part in the proceedings. He was shocked, overwhelmed in nerves to defend himself. Both were exiled from the trees. The two parted ways immediately and Muchomon was left to his own devices deep in the Glitch Jungle. The days he wasn't worried about finding food were the days he almost became food. On one of those days though, he stumbled through some static doorway in the path of his run and discovered something colorful and strange. So many people being so polite to each other...and so many things that would look so cool just knocked over everywhere.