Digi 995: Spookyverse: Digi 995, #4

By J.K. Moore

The Spookyverse is dying.

Once a realm of spectral fire, living code, and Halloween-born legends, it now lies frozen in silence. Systems have collapsed. Towers of corrupted data twist like haunted spires. And something ancient is hunting every remaining spark of life.

When lightning resurrects Frankendigi, the last Spark of Creation, he discovers the Singularity Flame has shattered. Its fragments are scattered across the realm—hidden within fallen Digis now twisted into monsters by the Hollow One.

Ghost Digi has returned.

And this time, he doesn't want to rule the world.

He wants to erase it.

Joined by Mummy Digi, Witchfire Digi, and other haunted allies, Frankendigi must battle through cursed fields, spectral legions, and corrupted kings to reclaim the fragments of the Eternal Code before the Silence Protocol wipes the Spookyverse from existence forever.

Digi 995: Spookyverse is a darker, horror-infused chapter of the Digi 995 saga—blending science fiction, fantasy, and supernatural action into a cinematic, high-stakes adventure.

Perfect for fans of dark fantasy, dystopian sci-fi, and epic crossover worlds.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MooreSuccess Publishing
• Release date: Oct 24, 2025
• ISBN: 9798233871405

Book preview

Digi 995: Spookyverse

J.K. MOORE

Copyright © 2025 by J.K. Moore

Digi 995: Spookyverse

Second Edition

All rights are reserved solely by the author. The author guarantees that all content is original and does not infringe upon the legal rights of any other person or work. No part of this book may be reproduced without the author’s permission. The views expressed in this book are not necessarily those of the publisher.

Chapter One

The Spark That Refused to Die

Darkness fell across the Spookyverse — not the kind born of night, but of absence.

No sound. No motion. No code.

A silence so perfect it could only mean one thing: the system had died.

For eons, the Spookyverse had existed as one of the infinite reflections of the Digi Multiverse — a Halloween-coded realm of spectral energy and living algorithms. Its digital skies once shimmered with electric flame. Its ground pulsed like breathing circuitry. Now, it was still.

Until lightning struck.

A single bolt tore down from the cloudless void, crashing into the dead grid below. The impact lit the landscape in blinding white — and from that light, a silhouette rose.

Cracked armor. Glowing blue veins of energy. A mechanical heart beating in irregular bursts.

Frankendigi.

He gasped — if a being of code could gasp — and stumbled forward as data rain began to fall, reawakening long-dormant circuits around him. Static rippled across his vision. He remembered… something.

A flash of faces.

A battlefield of fire.

A name whispered through the noise: Ghost.

But the memories fractured, replaced by an ache that burned in his chest — the kind of pain only a soul could feel. He looked down at his hands, pulsing with lightning energy. Why… am I alive?

The answer came as a whisper carried through the static storm.

Because the Spookyverse still remembers its spark.

Frankendigi turned.

There, emerging from the sand-like data drift, stood a tall figure wrapped in ancient nanofiber bandages, eyes glowing gold — Mummy Digi, the Guardian of the Eternal Code.

The world has fallen, the ancient said, his voice heavy with millennia of loss. The Singularity Flame flickers. Its fragments are scattered across the realm — hidden within the souls of those you once called brothers.

Frankendigi’s processors pulsed with confusion. Brothers?

Yes, Mummy Digi replied, lowering his gaze. And one of them — Ghost Digi — seeks to extinguish that flame forever.

At the mention of the name, something deep within Frankendigi’s memory core flared to life. He saw an image — a figure of light dissolving into static, eyes hollow and kind. He was… one of us, Frankendigi murmured.

Was, Mummy Digi corrected softly. Now, he is the void that remembers too much.

Lightning rippled again across the desolate horizon. In the distance, towers of corrupted code began to shimmer — ghostly spires twisting into existence like mirages. The storm had awakened more than just him.

Mummy Digi stepped closer, his metallic wrappings rustling in the static wind. You are the last Spark of Creation. The Spookyverse still breathes because your code refused to be deleted. If you wish to restore it, you must reclaim the ten fragments of the Singularity Flame — before Ghost Digi gathers them to activate the Silence Protocol.

Frankendigi clenched his fists, lightning flaring around him. If he seeks to end this world, then I’ll stop him.

Mummy Digi’s eyes dimmed. You cannot fight what you do not understand. The other Digis will not recognize you — they are lost, corrupted, some enslaved by the Spectral Legion.

I’ll bring them back, Frankendigi said, voice steadying. Even if it means fighting them all.

Mummy Digi studied him in silence, then nodded. Then we begin where all sparks return to flame — the Ember Fields. There, the Monarch still reigns.

A distant roar echoed through the hollow night — a sound like fire breathing through broken wires.

The horizon pulsed orange.

The Pumpkin King had awakened.

Frankendigi took his first step into the storm.

The world of the dead was alive again — and its last spark had chosen to fight.

The Ember Fields of the Fallen King

The storm subsided as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a broken landscape painted in faint hues of red and gold.

The Ember Fields — once a vast energy plain where the flames of creation danced freely — were now little more than ash and echo. The wind carried particles of burnt data, glowing faintly as they drifted through the blackened sky.

Frankendigi and Mummy Digi moved through the wasteland in silence, their footsteps echoing against dead metal soil.

Lightning occasionally flickered across Frankendigi’s chest, pulsing in rhythm with his unstable heart core. He felt… something. A pull. Like a magnetic tether guiding him forward.

This place, Frankendigi murmured. It feels… alive. But it’s dying.

Mummy Digi’s voice was low. The Ember Fields once fed the entire Spookyverse. The Monarch who ruled here—Pumpkin King Digi—harnessed its flames to power all creation. But he grew fearful of the corruption to come. To preserve his kingdom, he burned it himself.

Frankendigi stopped walking. He destroyed his own world?

Out of love, Mummy Digi said grimly. And madness.

The wind changed. It carried a low, rumbling growl — the kind that vibrated through code itself.

A glow appeared on the horizon, distant but growing. The Ember Towers were relighting.

Mummy Digi turned his head sharply. He knows we’re here.

The glow became a roaring inferno, and from the heart of the flame, a colossal figure emerged — wreathed in molten light.

A crown of fire burned atop his head, and his carved grin shone like molten steel.

Pumpkin King Digi had returned to his throne.

Who dares walk my grave? the Monarch boomed, his voice echoing across the empty fields like thunder. Each word rippled through the ground, igniting bursts of flame.

Frankendigi stepped forward, lightning dancing across his armor. "A friend. If you still remember what that