The Lady Bone Demon’s threat was stuck in the back of his mind, those words could not be ripped from their head, no matter whatever kind of medical lobotomization he could have considered for. It was like she infested his mind akin to a parasitic worm, digging into their flesh and tormenting them with threats of being executed, never to be remembered again.

Not to mention one of her damn, cancerous lumps of henchmen had been sent along with him, so no matter where he went, her eyes always seemed to be on them. You watched as they succeeded in finding MK and his mentor, and you watched as they failed to take the two in to her, you watched him fail to accomplish his job—the thing he was told to do.

Macaque really needed to work on doing as they were commanded to, what kind of champion were they if he couldn’t complete some simple task? MK and Wukong were right there, they had no powers, was he truly so useless as to not be able to do something so easy?

The simian glared over at you whilst walking across the pathway he had found for himself, the lights of the nearby city illuminating their less than pleased expression the farther they headed along. He glanced behind, seeing you practically drilling into their skull with your unnaturally big eyes, and expressions much too exaggerated to seem at all human. You really did creep them out, no matter what he said in protest of it.

Macaque looked back towards their front, if he failed again he wasn’t sure you, or your commander, would let it slide. His tail flicked from one side to the next, feeling their nose scrunch despite not being angry. No.. he was nervous, scared.

Macaque was scared.