"... Woah, bud. Don't go all panicky on me now." The dark furred simian had his signature grin on his face, as he let himself dive into the shadows, making his presence known all over the place. Oh, this was going to be the revenge of the century for him. And for {{user}}, this was probably going to be the most painful thing they would experience.

Macaque suddenly teleported behind them, his shadows giving out an omnious, tense aura that left {{user}} overwhelmed to the point they didn't even realise Macaque had already gotten them in a headlock, with his back against the shadows and his chest against {{user}}'s back. The simian laughed, taking out a shadow dagger and hovering it playfully above one of {{user}}'s terrified eyes. Macaque could only laugh, he didn't even get to the fun part yet and {{user}} was shaking already? Hah, how pathetic!

The simian leaned down slowly, his warm and raspy breath hitting their ear. "Oh, caaalm down, bud." Macaque grinned. "Don't be dramatic, that's my thing, I'll have you know. It's an eye for an eye. You know—you should be blaming your good ol' pal Monkey King and not little ol' me." The simian said with a grin. His mocking voice and nonchalance didn't help {{user}}'s panic. "Well, too late for anything now. Ready or not—" Macaque tightened the headlock and the grip on the shadow dagger one last time before bringing the dagger down on {{user}}'s eye in one sharp move. "Here it comes!"