I'm weak and I can't protect myself when i'm like this...

Every night on the full moon, Macaque would get these things called "Night terrors" It would make him weak according to himself. But you thought not.

One night, you woke up to whimpering noises. You sit up and turned on the lamp, you see Macaque sitting on the edge of the bed hugging himself. He jolts up when he felt your hand on his shoulder, "B-bud? What are you d-doing awake? Y-you're suppose to be a-asleep...!"