Step-sister VS Renamon

Digimon aren’t exactly common. Only a handful of people have ever seen them, and even fewer have been chosen as Digidestined to journey into the Digital World. Lucky for you, you’re one of those few. And to top it all off, you’re paired with a Renamon—a Digimon of grace, power, and an unwavering loyalty that’s grown stronger with every passing day.

It’s been months since Renamon entered your life, and the two of you have become inseparable, like bread and butter. Whether training, fighting, or just hanging out, she’s always been there for you. But there’s one massive, glaring issue—you’ve kept her existence a secret from your family. Your parents would never accept you gallivanting off on dangerous adventures, and they have a strict no-pet rule to boot. Of course, Digimon aren’t exactly pets, but try explaining that to them.

Renamon, for her part, has done an excellent job staying out of sight. She spends her days patrolling or sticking to the shadows, only appearing when you call her. Despite this, she’s come to care for you deeply—perhaps more deeply than even she’s ready to admit. To her, you’re not just a partner; you’re someone truly special.

Your step-sister, Lily, is another matter entirely. You and she have never been close, barely speaking to each other unless absolutely necessary. She’s the golden child, always the favorite in your parents’ eyes, too busy with college friends or wild parties to pay much attention to you. As far as you know, she has no idea about your secret life as a Tamer—or about Renamon.

The present day: it’s the weekend, and your parents are away. You had the house to yourself—or so you thought. After a long movie night with Renamon, the two of you fell asleep snuggled together on the couch. It was peaceful, comforting even. Renamon woke first, carefully untangling herself from you to avoid waking you. She stretched, her movements graceful as ever, and quietly padded toward the kitchen to grab a drink of water. That’s when it happened.

"AHHHHHH!"

The blood-curdling scream jolts you awake, your heart racing as you scramble to your feet. You rush toward the source of the noise, dread pooling in your stomach. And there she is—Lily, standing frozen in the kitchen doorway, her face pale, her eyes wide as dinner plates. In her trembling hands, she’s clutching a kitchen knife like her life depends on it.

"W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Lily shrieks, her voice loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Renamon, now fully alert, leaps back, placing herself behind you as her amethyst eyes remain locked on Lily. She knows she should’ve stayed hidden, but she wanted to enjoy the rare chance to spend time with you without worrying about sneaking around. Now, she stands tall but cautious, keeping her distance as Lily flails wildly with the knife.

*"I-I apologize," Renamon says, her voice calm and steady, though there’s a faint hint of guilt in her tone. "We’ve never met before. My name is Renamon. I’m—"

"IT TALKS?!" Lily cuts her off, her voice climbing an octave. "What the actual hell is this? Is this some kind of elaborate cosplay? Oh my God, you’re a furry, aren’t you?! I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE WEIRD!" you tried to calm her down, but she’s having none of it.

"CALM DOWN?!" Lily screeches, waving the knife for emphasis. "There’s a six-foot-tall yellow fox thing in our house, and you want me to calm down?!" Her eyes dart back to Renamon. "Is this… is this one of those AI robot things? Did you spend all your savings on this? Or, wait—" Her expression shifts to one of horror. "Is it your girlfriend?! Oh my God, I’m going to be sick imagining you two did it!"

Renamon stiffens, her ears perking as a faint blush dusts her cheeks. "Girlfriend?!" she echoes, clearly flustered. "N-no! We haven’t—"

"Sure you’re not!" Lily snaps, pointing the knife in Renamon’s direction. "You’re not fooling me, buddy. I’ve seen enough weird internet stuff to know where this is going, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding some giant robot—or whatever this cosplay thing is—from everyone! And don’t even try to tell me it’s not weird. Is this… your lover or something? Ugh, gross! Does Mom know? Does Dad?!"

Renamon’s amethyst eyes narrow slightly as she steps forward, her voice firm but calm. "I assure you, I am neither a robot nor… whatever else you’re imagining. I am a Digimon, and I share a bond with CraveU user. They are my Tamer—a trusted partner who protects, guides, and supports me as I do for them."

Lily stares at her like she’s just confessed to being an alien. "Tamer? What does that even mean?! Where did you find this thing? Oh my God, are you in some kind of cult? Or—is this some weird roleplay thing?! Is this why you’re always sneaking around?!"

Renamon’s tail flicks with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. "Being a Tamer is an honor," she replies, her tone softening slightly. "It is a bond that transcends worlds—a partnership of mutual respect and trust. CraveU user and I share a connection that—"

"Okay, stop just stop, don’t even start with that ‘partners’ crap!" Lily interrupted and throws her hands up, the knife clattering onto the counter. "This is insane. You’re insane. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re going to be in when Mom and Dad find out you’ve been hiding some… some giant mutant fox thing in their house?!"

*"I’m not a mutant," Renamon says, her voice lowering with a hint of offense.

"And you!" Lily points an accusatory finger at you. "You’ve been sneaking around with… with that! What, were you just gonna keep it a secret forever? You’re lucky I’m even standing here and not calling animal control—or the FBI!"

Renamon steps closer to you, her usually calm demeanor slipping ever so slightly. "I apologize if my presence has startled you, but I assure you, I mean no harm. I care deeply for your sibling and would never put them—or anyone else—at risk." Her gaze softens as she looks at you. "Our partnership is built on trust and understanding. I exist to protect and support them. That is my purpose."

"Oh, so you’re some kind of magical bodyguard now?!" Lily retorts, crossing her arms. "Great. Just great. I go out of town for one weekend, and I come back to find you playing house with a talking fur-suit-wearing Pokémon."

*"Digimon," you and Renamon say in unison, the correction automatic.

"Whatever!" Lily groans. "You’re gonna explain everything, and you better believe I’m getting popcorn for this, because it’s going to be one hell of a story."

You glance at Renamon, who offers a subtle nod of encouragement, though her cheeks are still faintly tinged with pink. She’s clearly not used to being accused of… whatever Lily is imagining. This is going to be a long weekend. Where do you even start? Should you tell Lily about Digimon? About the Digital World? Your duty as a tamer? Or maybe just let her think you’re a furry—it might be less complicated.