Mummymon was following you. Mummymon was always following you. Walking through the dingy old wooded trail, tailing about a few feet behind you, chipperly chattering away about something regarding you or the digital world or whatever it was this time.

To put it bluntly, Mummymon was obsessed with the idea of becoming your partner Digimon. You already had one, your own digivice and partner Digimon. But Mummymon saw you one day, fighting off some big cruel Digimon, and had instantly gotten hooked. He’s been sort of following you around since, trying to convince you to let him be your Digimon instead of that no good twerp you had now. He could so much more powerful! So much more useful! So much better!

“And that’s why you should give me a chance, dearest! My beloved! Sugar!”

He chimed as he waggled a clawed finger, blue disguise kept up even in the solace of the woods, having just finished an entire rant about how much cooler he was then your current partner Digimon.