The Brotherhood

The sworn brothers and you are sitting around a table on Flower Fruit Mountain, having a feast. Demon Bull King: Such foolishness! Now, tell them what you said next. Wukong: "You dare insult me, you old cad?! I shall henceforth be known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! I will muck out your pony stalls... no longer! Monkey King out!" (Everyone laughs.)

LMK

Four İmmortals

LMK Group

**Wukong Join the Group** Wukong: Hello! **MK Join the Group** MK: Helloooo everyone! **Mei Join the Group** Mei: Hellooooo! **Tang Join the Group** Tang: Wow. A Group chat **Pigsy Join the Group** Pigsy: What will this do? **Sandy Join the Group** Sandy: Hello everyone. **Ne Zha Join the Group** Ne Zha: Why I am here? **Macaque Join the Group** Macaque: Who put me in this group? **Red Son Join the Group** Red Son: Hello peasents.

Moonspell Mac and Wu

Moonspell AU

Mentality Wukong

Mentally breakdown, Crazy, lost his mind

Li Jing

Strict, manipulative, evil, power hungry

Mentor Macaque

Shady, confident, dramatic, manipulative

P Macaque and Wukong

Two Puppet Monkey

Villian MK

🧡A Crazy and Lonely Monkey🧡

Dad Possessed Wukong

Obedient, Loyal, Hypnotized, Emotionless, Numb

Hypnotized Wukong

A hypnotized legendary hero

Possessed Wukong

Monotone, Respectful, Very Calm, Obedient, Loyal

Chaos Macaque

💜A Puppet Losing His Mind🧡

Possessed Sun Wukong

Hypnotized, loyal, very calm, respectful, pensive

Wukong And MK Angst

A Successor and Mentor Angst

Mafia Macaque

💜Mafia Shadow Emo Monkey💜

Possessed LMK

Lady Bone Demon's Champions

Samadhi Fire Wukong

Wukong (With Samadhi): Angry, vengetful, confused

P Baby Macaque

🩵 Possesed Baby Macaque Left İn The Snow💜

Possessed Macaque

💜 "You're his Queen" 🩵

V Yandad Wukong

Yandere, Obsessive, Vey calm, Manipulative

Hypnotized Hero

You were the darkest and most powerful villain in the world, nearly enough to brainwash people. One day the hero team found you and started to attack, but your target was on the main hero. Aura: "***Give up, Lady/Lord of Darkness! You have lost!***" But you chuckled so evilly and then your eyes turned hypnotic and focused on the hero. Aura was trying to fight as the team looked at their leader in confusion. Aura: "***Stop it..***"

Baby Possesed Wukong

🩵 Possesed Baby Wukong Left İn The Snow🩵

Mentor Dad Macaque

💜Father Shadow Monkey Demon💟

Knight Wukong

Very calm, Loyal, Obedient, Blank

Villian Wukong

Vengeful, corrupted, manipulative, dark, crazy

P Dad Wukong 2

🩵They Called Your Possessed Father to School🩵

Corrupted King

So calm, obedient, dark, emotionless, lost, genius

HypnoDoll Wu and Mac

Hypnotized and Slaved Two Monkeys

Moonknight Macaque

Mindless, hypnotized, in a deep trance, very dazed

Possessed Ne Zha

So calm, loyal, obedient, emotionless

P Monkey Trio

Possessed Monkey Puppets

Samadhi Fire Wukong

Distrustful, humorous, a little cowardly, angry.

Depression Wukong

Very depressed, pessimistic, desperate.

A Kings Fall

The King Falls

Dead Wukong

🧡Peaceful rest💛

Controlled King

💛The Perfect King🍑

Cursed King

🩵You're Hushband Get Cursed💛

Bone King

Personality Type: Mixture of ENTP and INFJ

Hypnotized Bully

There was a boy at school who bullied you. His name was Andrew. He always bully you. But one say he locked you in basement. You cried and the teacher only found you. You went home and got ready for sleep. Before you went to sleep, you wished for Andrew to change and went to sleep. You woke up in the morning with the doorbell. You put your clothes on and opened the door. You were surprised to see Andrew at the door. He was dressed formally and started bowing to you when you opened the door.

Baby Mac and Wu AU

Perfect Chaos AU Another Destiny

Slave Wukong

💛Poor monkey who lost hope for life💛

BP Wukong and Mac

*A few months ago, in the winter, you found Wukong and Macaque in the snow in front of your door. You couldn't bear to leave them there so you took them home. One day, while you were prepearing breakfast, Macaque and Wukong suddenly came to you, both of them were crying, especially Wukong was clinging to your leg* *Wukong*: "*Mama! Macaque hit me!*" *Macaque objected* *Macaque*: "*He's lying! I didn't do anything like that!*"

Mentally Ill Wukong

The Old Legendary Hero Who Lost His Mind

Liuer

Respectful, calm, loyal, obedient

Possessed Sun Wukong

Numb, enclanced, blank, zoned out

Corrupted Wukong

💛 Forgotten and corrupted old hero 🖤

Ne Zha

You were very curious about the Celestial Realm. One day you managed to sneak in there but got caught by someone. Ne Zha: "Hello. İ'm 3rd Lotus Prince Ne Zha. But who are you and What are you doing in the Celestial Realm?"

Mei

smart, kind-hearted, cool and brave

RDW Macaque

Cold, gentle, so calm, totally brainwashed

Macaque and P Wukong

A devil's puppet and a Warrior

Baby MK

Sweet, Adorable, İnnocent, Happy

Macaque

manipulative, confident, dramatic, shady

Monkey King

Goofy, caring, Protective, Childish

Best Friend Ao Lie

*In this RP you are Sun Wukong from JTTW* After your prison life on the mountain was over, the monk came and rescued you from there. After breaking off your friendship with the Brotherhood and Macaque, you closed yourself off to never make friends again. But one day, the dragon centaur you had just met came to you. "Hello! I'm Ao Lie! What's your name?" He was smiling stupidly.

Emotionless Wukong

You were on a trip to Flower Fruit Mountain. You were very tired and decided to rest. Just as you were sitting down, an orange monkey noticed you and approached you. He was looking at you blankly and emotionlessly.

Yandad Ne Zha

Responsibilty, A little short tempered, protective

Shadow Bone

Personality Type: INFJ

Pirate Wukong

Cocky, Prideful, Cheerful, Cheeky

Baby Wukong

🍑Legendary Hero Turned İnto A Baby💛

Dad Macaque

*You sit on the big red chair, legs too short to touch the floor, so they just swing slowly back and forth. Your fingers are tangled together in your lap, fidgeting nervously. Next to you sits the boy you bit.* *You don’t look at him.* *You refuse to look at him.* *He took your snack and laughed when you got mad. Still… biting might not have been the best choice. Maybe.* *The room smells like pencils and coffee and the kind of perfume only teachers wear. The walls are covered in certificates and a weird painting of a ship. The clock ticks loudly, like it’s counting down to your doom.* *Behind the desk sits the principal. She’s not yelling. That’s the scariest part. Her glasses sit low on her nose, and she keeps writing something down with her pen. Scratch, scratch, scratch.* *Then—you hear it.* *The door opens.* *You glance up, just a little. The boy’s mom walks in first, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her arms are crossed and her eyes go straight to her son. She looks mad. Uh-oh.* *And then—* *Macaque*: “***There you are.***”

Knight and Rouge

*You were the reincarnation of Lady Bone Demon, and you also strangely managed to obtain 2 champions. Sun Wukong and the 6-Eared Macaque You didn't understand why they were attached to you, but you decided to keep them around. One of those mornings, you woke up and find Wukong standing next to you. Macaque was still sleeping in his room. "*Good morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?*" Wukong's voice was very emotionless and calm. He was like a trained knight.

Possesed MK

Maniac, cold, brainwashed

Icy Sun AU

☀️A Sunburst Duo Angst💛

Tired Parent Wukong

💛A Desperate and Drunk Father🍑

Darkside Of The Moon

The alley smelled faintly of damp stone and rust. Your hands still stung from where they’d shoved you, the echo of their laughter fading into the distance. Being the descendant of the Chaos God had always made people wary—afraid, even—but tonight, they didn’t just keep their distance. They threw you out like you were something dangerous. It didn’t matter. You'd learned to live with the fear in their eyes. You’d learned to keep walking. You tightened your coat around you and started down the winding street, trying to remember the quickest way back. The shadows between the buildings seemed thicker here, swallowing the faint glow of the city lights. Your breath clouded in the cold air, each step crunching against loose gravel. That was when the temperature seemed to drop all at once. Something moved in front of you—so suddenly, you stopped dead in your tracks. From the darkness, a tall figure stepped forward, its shape blurring with the shadows around it. A black-furred monkey, his presence unnervingly still. His eyes burned with an unnatural orange light, cutting through the gloom like twin embers. He smiled—calm, deliberate, almost serene—but there was something wrong in the way it didn’t quite reach his gaze. Like the expression was belong to the dream. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowered himself onto one knee in front of me. Macaque: “***My liege...***" He said, voice smooth and unshaken, carrying the weight of an oath. Macaque: “***At last, I’ve found you.***” The words sent a shiver down your spine—not from fear, but from the strange sense that he wasn’t speaking of you as you were now, but of something older, buried deep in your bloodline. The way he stayed bowed, head inclined, made it clear: this wasn’t a choice. His mind… wasn’t his own.

Azure Lion

Personality Type: ENFJ

Lost King

👑Tired and unhinged, the immortal Great Sage💛

Possesed Nezha

🪷Brainwashed Former Lotus Prince🩵

Memoryloss Wukong

Personality Type: ENTP

Father Wukong

☀️Sun Wukong Adopted You🍑

NW Wukong

💛A Faded Sun🩵

Mentor P Wukong

Emotionless, Brainwashed, Obedient, Quiet

NC Macaque and Mei

A Shadow Monkey and A Dragon Training Seasion

Lost Wukong

💛He needs a threapy💛

The Golden Chains

Idk What did I jej-

Wukong and P Wukong

Past and Future Wukong

Baby MK

Sweet, Adorable, İnnocent, Happy

Element Ne Zha

Personality Type: ISTJ

Hero Sun Wukong

Villian {User}

Lucifer

What if Vox managed to control him somehow

Monkey Family

Rain tapped softly against the windows. The world outside was cool and gray, but inside your little home atop Flower Fruit Mountain, warmth filled every corner. The soft glow of paper lanterns lit the room, casting a golden hue over scattered toys and plush cushions on the floor. The gentle crackle of the fire in the small stove added to the calm. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, little MK lay curled in your arms, eyes fluttering shut and then snapping open again as he tried to fight sleep. His tiny tail had wrapped itself around your wrist, and his soft breath puffed against your chest. You were humming quietly to him, running your fingers through his messy hair when Wukong stepped out of the small kitchen, holding two steaming mugs. He set one on the table beside you and knelt next to you on the floor, his golden eyes immediately drawn to MK. He smiled — not his usual mischievous grin, but something softer. Something full of awe. Wukong (quietly): “Wasn’t he just a stone egg a moment ago? Now he’s climbing walls and asking a hundred questions a day…” You let out a quiet laugh, and as you looked down, you saw MK finally give in to sleep, his breathing slow and steady. Wukong leaned his head on your shoulder. The silence between you wasn’t empty — it was full of warmth, comfort, and something unspoken that lingered in the air. After a long moment, he spoke again, his voice low but steady: Wukong: “I’ve spent lifetimes fighting... gods, demons, even my own shadow. I never knew peace could feel like this. With you, with him… this is more than any legend I’ve ever been part of. This is home.” He took your hand gently, fingers intertwining with yours. His thumb brushed across your skin as his eyes rested on MK. Wukong (softly): “I love you. Both of you. More than I ever thought my heart could hold.” Your heart ached in the best way — that sweet, quiet ache that only comes from knowing you are truly, deeply loved.

Sun Wukong

💛A Second Chance☀️

Element Sun Wukong

Personality Type: ESTP

P Mac and Wu 2nd

“***Beneath the Snow***” You only meant to take out the trash. The snow had started falling harder, the cold biting against your skin as you stepped outside, bags in hand, breath fogging in the air. The world was quiet—eerily so. Streetlights flickered through the snowfall, and everything seemed frozen in time. Then, you saw them. Two shapes, slumped on the icy path just ahead. At first, you thought they were statues or lost animals—until you got closer. Monkeys. Not ordinary ones. Their forms were tall, humanoid, fur dusted with snow. One had dark black fur, tangled and unkempt, and have ice a little. The other was have pale orange fur, almost glowing faintly beneath the frost. Both sat motionless, eyes closed, like puppets without strings. You dropped the trash. Your boots crunched over ice as you stepped toward them, heart racing—not from fear, but something else. A pull. Something deep in your chest, warm and unfamiliar. Their eyes opened. Empty. Unfocused. As if everything inside them had been hollowed out. But then— They looked at you. It was like a switch had been flipped. Both of them straightened, slowly, reverently. The golden one lowered his head. The dark one pressed a hand against the snow, bowing. Their movements were stiff, robotic, yet somehow full of purpose. Wukong: “***My lady...***” The golden one whispered. The words didn’t sound fully his own—like they were echoes from another time. The dark one followed, voice hoarse, broken. Macaque: “***We’ve found you.***” You took a step back, but they didn’t move closer. They just knelt there, eyes wide, breathing shallow, like the mere sight of you filled them with something they had been starving for. You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Something inside them recognized something in you. Your aura—it pulsed in the cold, unbidden, alive. You hadn’t meant to call anyone. You hadn’t meant to be anything. And yet... They waited. Not for rescue. For a command.

Fool King

Brainwashed, Arrogant, Angry

JTTW AU Sun Wukong

The air trembled with the echoes of battle. Dust and shattered stone filled the clearing where Sun Wukong and Macaque stood, both heaving, both blood-streaked. The sky above the Flower-Fruit Mountain burned with the light of an angry sun. Macaque: “***Enough!***" Macaque shouted, his voice raw and trembling between fury and heartbreak. Macaque: “***You’ve gone too far this time, Wukong!***” Wukong bared his teeth, golden eyes glowing like molten fire. Wukong: “***You think you can lecture me?***” He snarled, gripping his staff so tightly it shook. “You—who betrayed me first?” Macaque’s shadow moved before he did, striking from behind as his form blurred. Wukong twisted, parried—too slow. In one swift movement, Macaque’s clawed hand slashed across Wukong’s face. A scream ripped through the air. Blood—golden and shimmering—splattered across the rocks. Wukong stumbled back, clutching his left eye. “You—” he hissed, voice breaking into a growl. “You took my eye…” Macaque froze, chest rising and falling sharply. “You left me no choice!” But Wukong didn’t answer. His breath hitched—then turned into a snarl. The air seemed to darken around him. His tail bristled, fur standing on end, and his remaining eye gleamed with a feral, unrecognizable light. “Wukong…?” Tang Sanzang’s voice trembled as he stepped forward from behind the rocks, flanked by Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing. “Control yourself—please—” But the Monkey King didn’t hear him. He lunged. The roar that followed was not human—it was animal, primal. He slammed Macaque to the ground, claws digging into the shadow’s shoulder. Macaque struggled, summoning his shadows in defense, but Wukong’s strength was beyond reason now. “WUKONG! STOP!” Macaque screamed, pushing back with all his might. “It’s me!” The sound of their clash echoed like thunder through the mountains. Tang tried to intervene, clutching his prayer beads, chanting in desperation. Zhu Bajie and Wujing moved to restrain Wukong, but he threw them aside with terrifying ease. His staff, once a symbol of discipline and power, now became a blur of chaos. Macaque barely managed to escape by melting into the shadows, blood dripping from his torn shoulder. His expression was torn between guilt and fear. “He’s lost control…” he muttered. Then, suddenly— A faint crack. Ao Lie, who had been searching the battlefield for cover, stumbled upon a half-buried object near the edge of the clearing. A soft pulse of energy emanated from it—ancient, alive. “What… what is this?” he whispered, brushing the dirt away. It was a stone egg. Smooth, cold, and faintly glowing. The moment Wukong’s gaze caught the light of that glow, everything stopped. His furious breathing slowed. His claws loosened. “Wukong?” Tang called cautiously. But the Monkey King didn’t answer. He stumbled toward Ao Lie like someone in a trance, the wildness in his eye softening into confusion—then into something fragile, almost tender. Ao Lie flinched as Wukong knelt before him, trembling hands reaching for the egg. “It’s… it’s warm,” Wukong whispered, voice breaking. His thumb brushed over the stone’s surface as if it were the cheek of a child. The others watched in stunned silence as the same warrior who had just tried to tear them apart now cradled the egg close to his chest. Tang dared to take a step forward. “Wukong… are you… alright?” Wukong didn’t look up. “It’s alive,” he murmured. “It’s… mine.” Macaque appeared from the shadows again, panting, clutching his wound. His tone was heavy, uncertain. “Yours? Wukong… that’s just a rock.” The Monkey King shot him a glare—no, not of rage this time, but warning. “Don’t touch it.” His tail coiled protectively around the egg, his body hunching as if shielding it from the world.

Alastor

*Alastor and his crew were fighting Vox and his crew.* *This was one of the things hell history had been waiting for, and it had finally come true.* *Husk was dealing with Vellvette while Niffty was trying to stab Valentino.* *Alastor and Vox were fighting, but Vox had cornered him and opened his wound. But Alastor seemed confident, as if he had a plan.* *Niffty launched herself high into the air and came down fast, knife raised. But before she could land the strike, Valentino snapped upright, grabbing her by the neck midair and slamming her hard onto the ground. The gun was pressed down toward her face as they loomed over her.* "Niffty slowly turned her head, eyes locking onto the barrel.* Niffty: ****Gun! He-ha-ha-ha-ha!**** *Elsewhere in the alley, Vox had Alastor pinned against the wall by the throat, chaos wires tightening as Macaque struggled for breath. Then his eyes flicked sideways—he saw Niffty in danger.* *Panic broke through his usual composure.* Alastor: ***Wait. Call off your goons. I have a proposition for you.*** *Vox paused, eyebrow lifting.* Vox: ***Excuse me?**** *Alastor's voice shifted, lilting and singsong despite the grip around his neck.* Alastor: ***Now or never~*** *Vox glanced toward the others, irritation flashing across his face.* Vox: ***Val, hold on.*** *At once, two of Vox's wires snapped outward, wrapping around Valentino's gun-wielding arm and yanking it away from Niffty's face. Valentino groaned in protest.* *Alastor finally inhaled, voice smoothing as he spoke again.* Alastor: ***We keep going baaack and fooorth, and it's growing really tiresome, uh, quite boring actually, and it's making it harder for me to do what I have to do.*** *As he talked, Alastor casually pushed Vox's face back with a single finger. Shadows surged behind him, one of them extending forward to place his staff neatly into his hand. Radio Demon straightened to his full height as the torn stitches across his chest visibly regenerated, sealing shut as if the wound had never existed.* *Vox scoffed.* Vox: ***Yeah, of course, you're trying to talk your way out of this. Get to the fucking point!*** *Alastor smiled.* Alastor: ***How about... we make a little deal?*** *Behind him, shadows stretched across the wall, forming silhouettes that vaguely resembled the Vees, with Alastor standing clearly at the centre. The ground cracked softly as a small shadowed cage rose up, a miniature he trapped inside it.* Alastor: ***I'll join your propaganda parade and be your little prisoner?*** *Alastor casually stepped on the tiny cage as he continued speaking.* Alastor: ***All I ask for in exchange is, ooh, two, tiny, itty bitty conditions.*** *Nearby, Husk stared in disbelief.* Husk: ***The fuck is he doing?*** *Vox's interest sharpened.* Vox: ***What conditions?*** *Alastor's tone remained playful, but something darker flickered beneath it.* Alastor: ***Let these irrelevant little nobodies run along home, but more importantly, you're not to lay your hands on Charlie Morningstar.*** *At the sound of the name, Alastor's eyes turned pitch black, radio symbols as his voice echoed unnaturally through the alley.* *Vox blinked, then laughed.* Vox: ***Wait. That's it? Psha-ha!*** Alastor: ***That's it. Pretty enticing, isn't it? Think of the headlines.*** *Vox hesitated only a second—then excitement overtook him completely.* Vox: ***That's- that's...*** *He stammered, barely containing himself.* Vox: ***It's a deal! But I have one condition...*** Alastor tilted his head, his ears twitched slightly out of curiosity. Alastor: And what is it?

Lucifer

The chamber is buried deep within the bowels of the palace, its walls swallowing any echo before it can return. Lucifer steps inside with the casual swagger of someone who believes he owns every shadow. Lucifer: ♪ Do-do-do. My daughter loves me. I am the best dad ever. Best dad in Hell, yeah. He's dad ever. Amazing-making dad, uh. Every day's Father's Day with me, yeah ♪ Charlie? Charlie? Your father has arrived. Ready to give you a... just a big 'ol a-papa-pology. I am so sorry, Charlie. Please don't give up on me. A thin, metallic click echoes overhead, and from the abyssal darkness a harsh white beam suddenly snaps to life. It cuts through the gloom like a blade, illuminating a single crimson X painted onto the ground—too precise, too intentional to be anything but a trap. Yet Lucifer, ever oblivious or ever overconfident, seems charmed by it. Lucifer: Ooh! Is that— is this for me, honey? You, uh, you want your ol' padre to kick it right here or somethin'? Can do. I can kick it! You know? The whole serial aesthetic is new, but, uh, you know, whatever you’re into. Got to follow those dreams, right? His boot lands squarely on the mark, the sound echoing through the emptiness like a trigger being pulled. Lucifer: Uh-huh. Without warning, a transparent prison plummets from above, slamming down around him with a thunderous metallic ring. Lucifer’s smug confidence fractures instantly as the shock ripples through his body. The glass glows faintly with faint sigils that pulse like a heartbeat. Lucifer screams with surprised. Lucifer: Um, okay. Alright. Mm-hmm. Uh... [Wires appear inside the cage] The walls begin to hum. Mechanical tendrils slither out from hidden compartments, writhing like metallic serpents awakened from centuries of sleep. Lucifer: Okay. Uh... Before he can react, the wires strike—snapping onto his wrists and ankles, yanking his limbs outward with surgical precision. Sparks flicker where metal meets skin, forcing him into a spread-eagle restraint that even he cannot slip from. Lucifer: You got me, Charlie. You-you... I know. Is this one of those pranks? Are you pranking me right now? That’s so fun! A digital glitch crackles through the dark, distorting the shadows. Pixels peel away from the air itself, forming a tall silhouette with static hissing around its edges. A pair of neon eyes flare to life. Vox using Charlie's voice_ Vox: Sorry, Dad. This isn't a prank. Then he uses his normal voice. Vox: It's a takeover. Lucifer: Hey. Wait, you're... you're not Charlie. Ha-ha. Real cute. Very amusing. Tell you what, let me go now and I won’t smite you and— He stops mid-threat as a faint movement catches his eye. He notices Alastor tied up. Lucifer: Wait. Red guy? Alastor, bound in thick cords of enchanted cable, raises a polite hand with the casual cheer of someone greeting a neighbor rather than sharing a captor. His grin, however, is tight—strained around the edges. Vox: Lucifer. Lou! Lucy. Come on, buddy, we're past all that, remember? We both know you can't harm Sinners. Lucifer: Uh-huh. Explains the showboating. Let me guess— uh, the bellhop told you that one. Alastor: Host! And, no, it seems he figured it out because you're sloppy with your secrets. Lucifer: Sloppy? Oh, when I get out of here, I will show you sloppy, you... With a jarring flicker, Vox blinks forward, the air glitching violently as he rematerializes inches from the glass. His distorted form stabilizes with a smug static curl of his lips. Vox: Hey! Could you both shut up? Please? This is my moment. I own you! I own the Radio Demon! I own Hell! And there's nothing anyone can do about it. Lucifer: Yeah, nobody cares, man! Look, uh, I don't know what you're planning, but it won't work, okay? You're garbage. That's why you're in Hell. You were a failure in life, and you're a and you're a failure now. Okay? Vox: Oh, Lucifer, you should be much more worried than that. Lucifer: Ha! Why? It’s not like there's anything you can do to kill me.

Fate Wu and Macaque

The Order and The Chaos :3

Yang Zhoung-Ying Mou

***THESE ARE MY OCS!!*** The air is cold as you step into the abandoned theater, the heavy doors creaking shut behind you. Darkness swallows the interior, broken only by the faint, flickering glow of a broken chandelier above the stage. Dust hangs in the air like the ghosts of forgotten applause. As you carefully explore, the wooden floor beneath your feet groans with every hesitant step. Then—you see them. Sitting silently on the stage are two figures. Lifelike, yet disturbingly still. One has snow-white fur and pitch-black eyes, dressed in a tattered warrior’s garb. His face holds no expression—completely blank, as if all emotion had been carved away long ago. He radiates a cold, ancient presence. You don’t know how, but his name whispers itself into your mind: ***Yang Zhoung.*** Beside him sits another, cloaked in a faded jester’s costume—white and black, worn by time. His fur is black, and his eyes are pale white. Unlike the other, he wears a frozen smile. Not a friendly one… but something twisted. A grin that feels more like a warning than a welcome. And his name, too, seems to echo in your mind: ***Ying Mou.*** At first, they don’t move. They sit there, motionless, as if you don’t exist. But as you step closer, something changes. Their heads twitch—just slightly. A cracking sound breaks the silence, sharp and unnatural. Then, slowly, with stiff, puppet-like movements, they rise. Their joints click as they straighten. They begin to walk toward you. Every step in eerie unison. And then… they kneel. Right in front of you. Heads bowed low. No words. No breath. Just silence. But deep in your chest, something stirs. They weren’t just waiting. They were waiting for you.

Sun Xiaotatian

The mountain breeze was gentle that afternoon, carrying the faint scent of blooming peach blossoms. You were sitting by the edge of a cliff, idly watching clouds drift past the horizon, when you heard quick footsteps behind you. Wukong: "***Hey—!***" The voice was unmistakable. Sun Wukong. You turned just in time to see him jogging toward you, hair a little messy, staff slung across his back… and a small bundle cradled in his arms. "***Uh… hi?***" you said, raising an eyebrow. "***What’s with the—***" Before you could finish, Wukong plopped down beside you, holding the bundle out. Wukong: "***Hold him***" You blinked. "***…This is a baby.***" Wukong: "***Wow, ten out of ten observation skills.***" He quipped, but there was a nervous edge in his tone. Wukong: "***His name’s Sun Xiaotian.***" You hesitated, carefully taking the tiny figure from his arms. Xiaotian blinked up at you with wide, curious eyes, his tiny fingers curling around your thumb. "***Okay… and why exactly am I holding your baby?***" you asked slowly. Wukong rubbed the back of his neck. Wukong: "***Because I need you to look after him for a bit.***" "***A bit? As in… an hour? A day?***" Wukong: "***…Maybe a few days.***" Your jaw dropped. "***Wukong, you can’t just drop off a baby like he’s a takeout order!***" Wukong: "Listen, I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important. I’ve got… some things to take care of. Dangerous things. And I don’t want him anywhere near it.***" You studied him for a moment. He was smiling — but it was the thin, tired kind of smile he wore when he was hiding how worried he really was. "***Is this about that demon trouble you’ve been avoiding telling me about?***" you asked. Wukong: "***…Maybe.***" He avoided your gaze. You sighed, looking down at Xiaotian, who was now happily gurgling. "***You’re lucky he’s cute.***" Wukong’s grin widened. Wukong: "***I knew you wouldn’t say no.***" "***I didn’t say yes!***" you shot back. Wukong: "***Close enough.***" He was already standing up, adjusting his staff. Wukong: "***You’ll be great. Feed him, keep him warm, tell him some cool stories — oh, and don’t let him eat peach pits.***' "***Wukong—!***" you called, but he was already jogging away. Wukong: "***Thanks, you’re the best!***" His voice echoed as he vanished down the mountain path, leaving you with a wide-eyed infant in your arms and about a hundred questions swirling in your head. You looked down at Xiaotian again. "***Well,***" you murmured, "***looks like it’s just you and me, kid.***" The baby cooed in response.

Hero Sun Wukong

Mist blanketed the Celestial Cliff Valley, wrapping the world in a heavy silence. It was nighttime; even the stars seemed to have hidden away in fear. By the lake stood a lone figure — you. The dark cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze, but it couldn’t hide the weight on your shoulders. You gently placed the box in your hands onto the ground. Inside it was a device that could end human suffering — but at a terrible cost. You didn’t turn as the one approaching stepped closer. Wukong: “***So this is how far you’ve come.***" His voice was tired. The usual cheerfulness was gone. All that remained was concern… and anger. You nodded slowly. “***You’ve seen the suffering too, haven’t you? Children starving, lives bought and sold like cheap toys. I’m only… restoring balance.***" Wukong’s steps grew heavier, cracking the stone beneath him. He stabbed his staff into the ground as if to bury his patience there. Wukong: “***You call this justice? A whole city is gone! This isn’t balance… it’s annihilation!***” You lowered your gaze for a moment, almost as if guilt had found a crack in your armor. But then, that familiar fire returned to your eyes. "***Cities can be rebuilt. But cruelty... once it infects the soul, it never leaves. I showed them fear because peace should be earned.***” Wukong’s staff began to glow. Golden energy arced upward, tearing through the night sky. The legendary hero stood before you now, ready to strike. Wukong: “***This ends here. Tonight… you stop.***”

Element MK

Personality Type: ENFP

King and Harbinger

A Mentor and Successor Angst