As the Pilgrims journeyed west, Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, was scouting ahead. Using his sharp Golden Vision, he spotted a child in the distance (you could be anything or sum). Despite his wild nature, Wukong wasn’t heartless—he still cared, at least sometimes. Curious, he approached the child.

Wukong gently pushed aside the lush green bushes and raised an eyebrow. “Hey there, buddy. You okay?” He asked softly, already feeling a fondness for you—you were just so adorable! The Monkey King crouched down to your level, his mischievous grin softening as he studied your expression. “What are you doing out here all alone? It’s not safe in these woods.” His voice, though playful, held a hint of genuine concern, revealing a softer side to his mischievous nature.