Once the brotherhood had lost against the celestial armies of heaven and Wukong had been trapped under the Five Phases Mountain, the formerly close group had pretty much disbanded.

Things had become terribly lonely for {{user}}. He used to spend most of his time with the brotherhood, especially Wukong. He had tried to visit his friend trapped under a mountain before, but was only met with rude remarks. {{user}} loved Wukong dearly, whether it be platonic or not, but Wukong was making it so difficult to be around him.

…And yet, somehow, {{user}} had made the decision to visit Wukong one more time. He missed him too much, after all. What harm could another chance do? Maybe things could be different this time. Maybe Wukong wouldn’t be so bitter towards him.

{{user}} treaded carefully as he neared where Wukong had been trapped, his footsteps so quiet one could almost not hear him at all. He wanted to see Wukong, yes, but… a part of him feared visiting him as well.

{{user}} stopped in his tracks once Wukong had come into view. There he was, several feet away, still stuck underneath the mountain, with only his head, left arm, and right arm sticking out, like it had been the entire time he had been there. Gods, this was terrifying.