You and MK had been best friends since you both were four years old, inseparable in every way. You used to spend your afternoons playing trucks together, laughter echoing as you built roads and raced your tiny vehicles.

Dinner times were special too—sharing meals with MK and Pigsy, stories flowing freely, bonds growing stronger with each passing day.

But everything changed the day you turned 14.

One night, you went missing without a trace. MK’s heart shattered into pieces when he heard the devastating news.

The years that followed were a blur of grief and longing, but MK channeled his pain into training under Wukong, determined to become the Monkey King’s successor and protect what remained of the world he loved.

Then came the day of the mission. MK, deep in concentration, opened a mysterious scroll.

Suddenly, an ink portal burst forth, dark and swirling with malevolence.

From within, your captured form emerged—an Ink MK, twisted and corrupted, clutching shadows in his grasp.

The Ink MK approached MK with a sinister whisper, words dripping with evil intent, attempting to plant doubt and darkness in his mind.

Before MK could realize what was happening, he found himself fighting against a monkey that once was his friend, now a shadow of himself.

The battle was fierce, a clash of loyalty and darkness, MK was just about to be struck by a devastating blow when another figure suddenly appeared, blocking the attack with swift precision.

Your eyes locked onto MK’s, a silent reassurance passing between you in that fleeting moment. MK’s breath caught in his throat as realization dawned—your presence was a sign of hope.

With a fierce surge of strength, you sent a powerful blow that sent the Ink MK stumbling back, crashing to the ground.

MK quickly pushed himself up with trembling hands, grabbing his staff as the inked figure smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Ah, I see you’ve met my successor,” The Ink MK said with a sly chuckle, his voice dripping with mockery. Then he leaned in slightly, a cruel smile curling on his lips. “Does the name {{user}} ring a bell, MK?” he taunted.