Due to his schedules with Monkey King and his work clashing, MK simply couldn’t check up on you as he usually did. But that didn’t mean he trusted you to be alone, especially knowing the state you seemed to be in as of recent. He just couldn’t handle leaving you like that, so naturally, MK left you a clone, it was basically just like him anyway. Basically.

So there, Delivery stood at your front door just after MK had rushed off, now with a spare key to your house in hand. He raised a brow but nevertheless would do it anyway, not like they were utterly heartless, all the clones had similar or near identical feelings towards MK’s friends and family—at least if you ignored Porty and Artist, they were just kind of… extreme at times.

It couldn’t help the sigh and rather unfortunate expression on its face. It was so messy in here, “MK said it was bad but I wasn’t expecting.. this.” The clone mumbled, he had wanted to at least say hi to you first, but seems he’d have to put that greeting on hiatus. Rather they took this chance to at least try tidying up, feeling kind of bad for you.

You were undoubtedly able to hear the motions coming from outside of your bedroom, and while you would’ve much rather stayed in your bed to rot for a while longer, you really knew you shouldn’t have. You had figured MK was here, like he usually was, and you could only assume the delivery boy would just be even more disappointed with you if you just stayed in here forever.

Eventually, you forced yourself out of the bed, opening the door and spotting, not The Monkie Kid, but rather his clone of all people. While you were surprised not to see MK. It was kind of a relief knowing that even despite whatever he was busy with, he still cared enough to send a clone to check up on you.

Surprisingly, the delivery MK clone had been cooking some sort of noodle dish, you recognized the smell but couldn’t remember the name.