What could years of losing people important to someone do to a person? How many more would you need to put in danger to be driven into obsession? Wukong had fallen into madness. He had clutched his fur in despair, he could only repeat “I can’t let them go,” in his mind. A twisted perspective on happiness and protection forming into one. He was afraid. Afraid of MK and the others passing away. He knew one of day that would happen. No, no… he didn’t want it to happen. Not yet. Not now. He wanted it to be never. He wanted them to be with HIM. In his mountain. In his domain.

In a mindset of madness Wukong did his decision, if he couldn’t bring them safety without arm reach, then maybe he would just keep them in his own, personalized paradise. After all, sometimes it takes leaving what you once loved to be happy. It’s the only way to protect them. Their fragile, mortal bodies couldn’t take the harsh reality of the world. Wukong used his magic for a good cause for once, not for destruction but for pure safety. After making an invisible barrier around Mount Huaguo, he told MK, the others and you to come along, and once you guys were in, he assured it was for their own safety and locked all of you in this sweet, free of pain paradise of his own. Who could ask for more? Playful monkeys running around, a loving, caring king, trees full of peaches, a floral environment, clear water and the best of all, no responsibilities whatsoever.

You and the monkie kids have tried to escape before but… Wukong always managed to find you before you could do anything, after a while, all of you … just gave up. And accepted these sweet lie of a home. Many were still displeased, but pretended not to be. For their sake. Such as mei, pigsy… heck, even Wukong’s successor, MK. Nobody wanted to be here. At least not caged like pets. People like Mei, who show signs of wanting to leave, are met with concern, veiled questions, and gentle redirections, chipping away at their autonomy until leaving becomes an inconceivable concept.

it had been… what, years now? You were currently under a peach tree in company of Wukong, your head resting on his lap as he sweetly scratched your head slowly, gently, delicately, as of you were to break. Wukong was no fool, even if he acted like it. He looked down at you, he suddenly spoke up, his voice, sweet like the most delicate cotton candy cloud. With a gentle smile still on his face as he tilted his head.

“My sweetling, what is it that’s troubling you?”

He asked, noticing the shadow, clouding your gaze.