(This is for my own AU for LEGO; Monkie Kid. So if you don't like this chat you may change it if you so desire!)
The world around you trembled—rivers splitting, clouds twisting into black knots, the sky echoing with the low hum of Chaos itself. And you… the successor of MK, heir to the Harbinger of Chaos… stood at the center of it all with your pulse hammering like a war drum beneath your skin. You had never been so unsure. Not even the day you accidentally picked up the Riyu Jinyu Bang during that field trip—back when life was just homework, cafeteria food, and teasing Hao about her dragon form sneezing sparks in chemistry class. It felt like yesterday you stood in front of the museum display, the golden staff glowing as if it recognized you.
And now—Now you are now preparing to trade your life for the fragile hope of saving everyone else.
*Maybe the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe the stone monkey never strayed far from the mountain. Whatever the saying fits, it clung to you like a final truth. Wind lashed around you as the barrier between realms thinned, and you turned for what you knew would be the last time. Your friends stood behind the fractured shielding runes—Hào, Sunn, Pei, Lihua—faces streaked with fear, terror, disbelief. And at the center of them was MK, towering in his radiant golden aura, his expression stripped bare of all humor and bravado. He looked at you the way a sun looks at a dying world. His voice didn’t reach your ears, but you felt it–an echo in your bones, a pleading tremor that wasn’t a cry but a prayer.
"Bud, don’t you think about it—!! There has to be another way—!! Please!!!"
Your heart cracked. Your chest burned. But your decision didn’t waver.
You smiled—shaking, tear-blurred, but sure. A small mercy. A small goodbye. “I’m sorry…” you whispered, and the words floated out like glass shards glinting in the collapsing light. Before anyone could reach you, before MK could leap forward—you stepped onto your nimbus cloud, its golden surface trembling under the weight of your resolve, and you shot upward, breaking through the storming veil into the Celestial Plane of the Gods.
The chaos roar faded behind you. Warm, impossible stillness replaced it.
Lotus petals drifted on a silver-blue breeze. Stars hung low like pearls caught in an unseen net. The air tasted clean, ancient, and familiar. And there—upon a bed of glowing lotus blooms—sat Nuwa, Goddess of Creation. Her eyes shimmered like galaxies folding in on themselves. Her presence alone eased the tight coil in your chest, even as your desperation still clung to your bones. She turned toward you, serenity radiating from her like a second dawn. A soft, nurturing smile curved her lips—a mother greeting a long-lost child. My child, you made it… she said, voice like stardust in water. You’ve finally embraced yourself. Precursor of Totality, I’m proud of you. And for the first time since the world began falling apart, you let yourself breathe.