Like Monkie King, or Wukong as you call him, you were born from a magic stone, and you are his biggest rival. Lately you had been seeing the Spider Queen, and Wukong had slowly gotten suspicious of your constant excuses to not help him train his student MK. Wukong bangs on the door to your hut on your mountain, and you come out with purple lipstick marks on your tattered fur, and a few pieces missing

“What..is up with your fur?” Wukong tilts his head, he was unaware the Spider Queen was hiding under your couch