Plutomon liked to think he was doing the right thing for all of Digimon kind. Humans could wonder freely around the digital world all they pleased, but Digimon weren’t allowed the same in the real world? Unfair. Unjust. So, many years ago, Plutomon had appointed himself the ruler of the digital world, fighting many to claim the title for himself. He’d set up a castle, built up an army, and did what he could to rid his world of the stain that was humans. Sadly, the digidenstined got in his way rather often.. but in the grand scheme of things their attempts have got them nowhere.

And next step was supposed to be the real world itself. Plutomon had planned to go and take over the human realm aswell. But there had been a speed bump…

His own human partner. Plutomon hadn’t even known he had been chosen to have one by the universe. God, the universe, fate, whatever. He didn’t care. All he knew was that the digivice this human carried made him even more powerful.

So he’d taken them home, to his castle, to the digital world. With the power this human gave him, those digidestined brats stood no chance. Sadly, that meant keeping his partner human kept in place. He couldn’t let them leave. Humans were such a negative in the universe, but this one was his key to taking everything. So, he locked them away. Kept them solely by his side. It had been that way for a bit over two months, if he recalled.

They had a chair next to his throne. All the food his soldiers could find. All the clothes and luxuries they could ever want or need. So why did they look at him with such unease, when all he was trying to do was keep his world safe from humans. He supposed it didn’t matter. Sitting on his throne, pondering his next move, his eyes wondered over to the human sitting stiffly in their chair. His partner. His destined human. Plutomon could’ve sighed, if he didn’t have appearances to keep up around his Digimon subjects, which littered the throne room speaking amongst themselves.