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So I have finally posted the first chapter in my fanfic on ao3

Basically, I am chucking macaque and an original character into the inuyasha story and mucking around with it.

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Short story - Burn butcher

Technically, a song fic. The song used was burn butcher burn by Joey Batey and Joseph Trapanese for the Witcher. It was very macaque coded, so I ran with it. Enjoy!

The celestials were laughing at him or destiny. He wasn't sure on who, just that they were laughing at his obsessive folly. Wandering the demon market felt more foreign than it should. Granted, it didn't help that he rarely left his mountain these days. His interest in the rest of the world had diminished after the journey west, especially after his master and companions passed, the bitter reminder of their mortality had been hard to deal with.

So he had stayed on his mountain and out of the business of mortals, stewing over costly mistakes and things he couldn't change. After a few centuries of isolation, some ridiculous rumors managed to make their way to his island.

The six eared macaque was alive.

He knew it was impossible. Macaque had died at his hand during the journey. The event still liked to haunt his dreams, reminding him of what he had done to a once loyal friend. So he ignored it.

That didn't stop them from coming or getting more detailed, much to the king's frustration.

This is how he ended up in the demon market in a lazy disguise of common clothes, a cloke and some haphazard glamors, looking for the hole in the wall bar that was apparently a source of the rumors. He had checked out a few others but had come up empty-handed.

He wasn't really sure why he was even bothering to look into this. He was either going to find nothing or someone impersonating the dead simian. He found the idea of an imposter irked him, and he wasn't sure why. If anyone asked why he was so interested, he would say it was because he was bored.

It didn't take the king to find the bar he was looking for, and given the state of it, he was sure this place would be a bust too. The place was clean, but very understated in decor, it did have a simple stage for performers, but it was so far off brand for the shadow's taste that wukong was sure the dead warrior would have been insulted at the association to the establishment.

Still, he grabbed a seat. He was already here, so he may as well see this through and get some food while he was at it.

As the night wore on performers came and went, none claimed to be the six eared macaque. The king decided to call it quits after the next performance. He had wasted enough time here.

He paid no mind when the next performer stepped onto the stage or when the music started.

"I hear you're alive, how disappointing..." The king's heart felt like it had stopped. He knew that voice. How was he alive?

"I've also survived, no thanks to you." The king flinched at the words as he slowly looked towards the performer. Macaque looked ruff. His clothes were worn to the point that he couldn't tell if they had once been the good quality that shadow preferred or not. Even with the thick layers of glamors, he could tell macaque's fur was suffering from neglect. He was underweight, too.

"Did I not bring you some glee? Mister, oh, look at me. Now I'll burn all the memories of you." the bitterness of lyrics stung. He knew the dark simian would often use his creative works to vent, but it never occurred to the king that he would be one of the subjects. He shouldn't have been surprised with how things ended between them.

"All those lonely miles that you ride, now you'll walk with no one by your side. Did you ever even care, with your staff and your stupid hair? Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you..." it was difficult to keep himself from reacting from the lyrics, to get up give the shadow a piece of his mind for the slanderous song, then demand answers to how the dark furred monkey was here and alive.

Deep down, he knew Macaque would bolt if he did that. So he stayed quiet and watched the performance. It lacked macaque's usual showmanship, no powers, minimal choreography. It was strange, and it bothered him. At least his singing was still as theatrical as the sage remembered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience. Remember to toss a coin if you can. If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bar." The king blinked. The implication of the shadow needed money or would be spending his free time getting drunk felt wrong. It brought forth so many questions. Questions that the king wasn't sure he'd ever get answers for.

"What for d'you yearn? It's the point of no return. After everything we did, we saw, you turned your back on me! What for d'you yearn? Watch that butcher burn." He wanted to ignore the emotion macaque was putting into the performance. The hurt he poured in it caused shame to churn in the king's guts. Memories of broken promises reared their heads.

"At the end of my days when I'm through, no word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!"Burn, butcher, burn!" It took everything in the king to not turn away. It wasn't just angry words. Macaque truly saw him as a monster now. It wasn't something he had wanted, and it hurt.

"Burn, butcher, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn..." As the warrior's energy and venom burn off, the king wanted to reveal himself, pull the shadow into a hug, and never let go. He couldn't, though. Macaque would never let him get that close again. Not after everything that happened.

"Watch me burn all the memories of you..." As the song finished, wukong got up and paid his tab before leaving the establishment without a word. He didn't know how, but macaque was alive, and for now, that was enough.

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Short story - domestic moments

Another short inspired by @rebeltigera's shadowlord au. Specifically, when PIF scares the bejesus out macaque after wukong asks permission to recourt said shadow money. Also her designs of rumble and savage, they are so cute and ittt bitty

I also blame Owl House for this idea.

Again, not actually Canon to her au.

A tea kettle whistle finally began screaming, causing sensitive ears to flinch. Such loud noises should be criminal first thing in the morning, but it was a nessisary evil if he wanted his tea. Once the tea was brewing, macaque started shuffling around his kitchen, making breakfast. About half way through making a fruit and nut platter, the lack of extra noise during the morning caught the dark furred monkey's attention.

'Wow... a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment...' macaque thought as he was almost finished with the platter. 'when will it be ruined...' macaque hadn't had much peace and quiet since the kid had been staying with him temporarily. Mk was a good kid, just hyperactive. The kid did try to keep his chaos to a manageable level. It just sometimes runs away with him if he gets too excited. He still appreciated the kid's effort.

The boy's mentor, on the other hand... macaque was just about ready to strangle the fat headed buffoon. The nosey basterd kept trying to sneak into his home to either spy on him or check on the kid. Which he might have been more lenient about if son wukong could actually be sneaky. Elephants had more stealth than the great sage equal to heaven as far as macaque was concerned.

"Macaque!" The shout was followed by the distinct pattern of Mk running down the hall towards the kitchen.

'There it is.' Macaque deadpan in his thoughts. While he was more tolerant of the kid's excitement, it was still too early for it. He was curious to what had gotten mk so worked up.

"Mac, Mac, Mac! W-ah! Oof!" Macaque watched as the boy barreled into the kitchen calling for his attention, then tripped over his own feet and crashed into a wall. The elder monkey's expression had remained neutral through the whole event, despite the amusement he found through the whole thing.

The kid had landed on his back with his butt and feet on the wall he crashed into. The shadow noted that the kid was getting better at managing his powers since the wall appeared to be undamaged in the crash. He would check later, just to be sure.

It was then Mk hoist up what had gotten him so excited. "Look at what i found!" Cleary pleased with his find. He had found rumble and savage. The twin cubs were sitting in the teen's hands, fur ruffled, but otherwise unharmed and unbothered. They were bouncing between looking confused and entertained at the whole situation. Macaque could feel a nerv twitch.

"They smell like you!"

It was officially too early for this shit.

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Short story - nothing left to lose

Warning - character death, not graphic.

The land shook violently as two entities clashed with such force that mountains were crumbling. Mortals, humans and demons alike, had begun to panic, fearing that the cycle was coming to an early end. They had no idea why the two were fighting or what had started the intense battle they were forced to watch. Many were praying to whichever God or goddess that might listen to save them, to keep loved ones safe, to stop the fight, to do something, but no help came.

Thunder sounded at the force of the strikes, but it was simmering gold or an almost black violet magic that danced across the sky, not lightning. It was unnerving for those who could see it and terrifying for those who were too close.

This had not been what Macaque had wanted when he had come looking for his estranged friend.

He had wanted to bring his king home, and the survivors of fruit and flower mountain needed wukong back desperately. Macaque had been shocked when the sage refused him, declaring that the monk and pilgrims were of greater importance. They had argued in private for days, the warrior trying everything he could think of to get his king to see reason and come home. Every time, he was dismissed, just like he had been during the days of the brotherhood. He had expressed his worries about attacking heaven back then. He was dismissed, even labeled a coward by those he had called friends. Now, wukong was doing it to him again.

On the day he had given up, he had planned to leave the group at nightfall, traveling at night was significantly faster for the shadow user and returning to what was left of his home quickly was all he was thinking about when a sizable group of bandits attacked the pilgrims. The attack itself was unsurprising to the warrior. The group was loud and easy to spot by just about anything. Looking like such an easy target wasn't helping anything either. The amount of effort wukong put into protecting the group looked exhausting if macaque was being honest.

His king had put the bandits down without a second thought. From Macaque's perspective, it was expected. The bandits would have been a danger to others if left alive. Wukong's restraint had surprised him, though. He had given them cleaner deaths than what they deserved. The monk had been furious at the deaths. It genuinely confused the shadow user. It really didn't make any sense to him. The mercy and value of life the monk preached about wouldn't have changed anything. The bandits would have just attacked the next group they found if allowed to live.

Horror shot through him when the monk had used an enchanted circlet to punish wukong. This mortal claimed to be a pacifist, yet he harmed the king for doing what he was supposed to do. What made it worse was none of the king's travel companions protested. The pig Yaoguai even seemed pleased at wukong's punishment. Anger began to boil in the warrior's heart at the scene before him. His king couldn't be protecting these hypocrites willingly. not with the treatment the king got for his efforts. He seriously couldn't value them more than his kin, could he?

Macaque's plan had been sloppy in almost every way. He had been desperate to get his friend away from those who were clearly using him. He had been so sure that if he tricked the monk into sending wukong away, kill the pilgrims, the king would be free and able to return home to those that truly needed and cared about him.

The shadow's plan had failed spectacularly, making macaque realize that he was wrong. wukong truly cared more for these people than his own kin, or him.

The feeling of Betrayal burned as wukong lept at him in a rage. Their friendship was over.

And so they fought.

Macaque's own rage only grew as the fight dragged out. His resentment from previous and recent slights only added fuel to that internal fire. He was in so much pain, wukong wasn't holding back, it took everything the warrior had to match the king 's attacks, just to stay alive. As the fight dragged out, it became clearer that if he wanted any chance to survive this fight, he needed to win. It was not like he could run. He had already tried.

Macaque had attempted to flee a few times earlier in the fight, but the king was having none of it. Every time he tried to dive into a shadow portal to escape, wukong was on him before he could get anywhere, ripping the warrior out and chucking him at the next thing he saw. They had level an entire mountain range from at least one of these throws, and the shadow was now convinced that son wukong intended to beat him to death.

The shift in his magic had been subtle, increasing his strength, numbing the pain to his injuries. By the time he realized that his magic was changing in nature, he no longer cared. He was already at the edge of his sanity when wukong also noticed the change.

The shift in the king's fighting was almost intant. The hesitation with his punches only infuriated the abandon shadow further.

"Macaque, wait!" The king's voice held panic, shock the painted his face when the warrior ignored him. Wukong hadn't cared to stop when macaque had begged, so the king shouldn't have been surprised when the warrior ignored him in turn.

The king shifted his tactics, much to the shadow's ire. Direct attacks turned more to defensive deflection and attempts at catching and pinning the enraged warrior. Macaque only lashed out more to keep out of the sage's hold.

"Please... I don't want to hurt you." Fur bristles at the king's words. He was already hurt. The king had been hurting him this whole time, and now it was a problem? He had attacked macaque, attacked his friend, all for the sake of that hypocritical monk, and now he wanted to stop?

"Hurt... me... Hurt me!? You will never hurt me AGAIN!!!" Something snapped in the warrior as he screamed out his rage at the king. His attacks were purely instinctive now. Any form of defense was long forgotten as he launched at the king

"Macaque, stop!" The sage's command fell on depth ears as the berserk warrior continued to attack relentlessly. Horror etched on the king's face as shadow magic was completely enveloped by chaos magic.

"Don't make me do this!" This was the first time he had heard the king sounding desperate. He no longer cared. He just wanted to make the king pay.

The last thing he remembered was son wukong coming down at him with a powerful right-handed punch before all of his senses erupted in pain. The world quickly faded to black soon after as he screamed out in agony.

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Short story- called out

After the narrow victory of restoring the world pillar, life started to find a semblance of normalcy. The morals gaining powers had been an adjustment, but the city had bounced back with its usual enthusiasm. While the new powers were concerning for the great sage, the people's response was a relief. The kid was already putting a lot of pressure on himself because of how things had gone down at the pillar. He really didn't need a panicked populace to add to his plate.

It was one of the reasons wukong had insisted on a weekly grooming parties at fruit and flower mountain. It gave him a chance to check on the kid outside of training with the added benefit of getting the younger stone monkey to relax. Wukong had never met anyone resist the calming effects of a monkey troup grooming session, not even macaque.

The warrior had been a little shocked when the king had insisted that he join them for the sessions, given his history with the king.

The sage would never willingly admit it, but he was worried about the other celestial monkey. He had felt the change in the other's magic, and he knew macaque would deny it if it was brought up. Macaque had stopped being open with the king ever since their fight under the mountain. If wukong was honest with himself, it was deserved. He had allowed the brotherhood to insult and belittle the shadow, while he himself had dismissed his friend's concerns about attacking heaven.

Now he had to find creative ways to keep an eye on the dark simian because the warrior no longer trusted him enough to tell him if or when something was wrong.

Today's grooming party was particularly successful in the king's opinion. Mei had joined them today and seemed to be enjoying two older troop members fussing with her hair while she spoiled a yearling in her lap with scratches.

Mk had been dogpiled by about a third of the troop, and he was loving it if the loud purring was anything to go by.

Somehow, macaque had ended up in the king's lap, half asleep while the golden monkey tended to his fur. It had taken no small amount of convincing and a tad bit of cheating. The effect of Mk's puppy eyes was a little scary.

"You know... My door's always open." The king spoke softy. It was a little underhanded to plant the idea that macaque was welcome to come to the mountain when ever he wished when the warrior's gaurd was down, but the king was sure he would be turned down if macaque was fully alert.

"Always... how dangerous. Seems you leave me no choice. unless you get tired of me." The warrior's playfully reply was definitely more suggestive than intended due to his relaxed state, much to the sage's amusement.

"No, never." The king's reply was doing a poor job in concealing how pleased he was with macaque's response to the offer.

"I can not take another season of you two verbally edging each other." Both monkeys visibly flinched at the dragon girl's frustrated hiss. The shock of being called out for something that they hadn't realized they had been doing had frozen them in place.

"This has to be the season you two fu-" Thankfully the two monkeys who had been grooming the girl had covered her mouth so that she didn't disturb the rest of the troop, but still far to late to save the dignity of the two celestial monkeys.

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Short story - shoot the messager

Macaque was pissed. Not his normal 'I am going to kick your ass' kind of pissed. No, this was a 'I will tear you apart, feel your remains to animals and trap your soul in a cursed object' level of pissed. The current source of his ire had decided it was a good idea to full-on traumatize Mk. Kid hadn't left his room in a week.

Now Mac was down for scaring the crap out of people, especially when they deserved it. Wukong was always on his list of definitely deserved it, but even then, there were still lines that shouldn't be crossed. Even with wukong.

The shadow had heard about what happened from Mei. The dragon-horse girl had been savvy enough to get her hands on his number, then proceeded to flood his phone with videos and memes. The only reason he hadn't blocked her for it was she also kept him updated on anything important. It was useful since the king was notoriously bad at keeping him in the loop.

After Mei had given him the heads up on what happened, plus the description of the demon responsible, he decided to take a more passive approach than how wukong was trying to deal with it.

Rampaging through the demon market was good for grabbing attention, not sourcing information.

This is how he had ended up at a demon bar that was popular with those who hated the king and everyone associated with him.

The demon who he had been looking for was rather easy to find, given how loud he was. He was on the opposing end of the bar counter, and the shadow was steadily getting more irritated as he waited for the right moment to confront the fool.

The demon had been boasting about how he had broken the monkey king's successor for over an hour before he started bragging about his plans for hurting the kid again. It was really starting to piss him off to an unreasonable level.

Finally, the warrior got his opening when the onlookers had gotten bored of demon's preening, filtering off to their preferred drinking groups.

It took barely any effort to slip behind his target. A quick grab of the scruff and a net of shadows against the demon's skin made the fool completely immobile without drawing too much attention.

"You leave him alone or I will rip you to pieces." The threat, quiet and menacing was whispered into the now terrified demon's ear.

"I-I don't understand..." Macaque was a little disappointed on how quickly the false Bravo began to melt. He had been hoping to have an excuse to break the arrogant demon. Oh well, he could use the coward's fear to confirm a suspicion.

"Oh, but I think you do. And you would do well to heed my warning because we both know that contrary to your boasting. You have neither the power or courage to pull off something like that without the help of a significantly bigger fish." The warrior grinned when the demon flinched at the mention help from another. It almost felt too easy.

Either way, it was time to wrap this up.

"I hope we have an understanding because I do believe in killing the messager. know why? Because it sends a message." Did he play up the theatrics? Absolutely. It always helped getting his point across with minimal effort. And now that the small fish had the piss taken out of him, Macaque could focus on finding the instigator without having to worry about another attack on mk any time soon.

Claws and magic released the whimpering mess from his clutches as he turned to leave. He sent Mei a text update as he passed through a shadow portal to the next step of his investigation.

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Short story - Hear no evil

WARNING - implied abuse and character harm. Not extremely graphic, but you have been warned.

This is a little longer than intended. Finding the stopping point was hard.

This was a nightmare...

This had to be a nightmare...

Wukong had been skeptical when his successor had expressed concern about macaque's new relationship. Of course he had been irritated to hear that his former mate was dating again, but that didn't mean he had any intention of meddling. Much. Macaque was his own monkey, so if he decided to settle for some nameless Yaoguai, that was the shadow's business... well, until Mk had insisted on making it his, by asking him to check on his former warrior/mate.

Of course he eventually caved. turning Mk down was difficult, even on a good day, but he had put it off as long as he could in retaliation.

When he had arrived at the rundown dojo Macaque called home, everything was quiet. Which was normal given the dark simian's sensitivity to sound. His knock was quick and sharp. The sooner he got a visual, the sooner he could leave.

As the seconds ticked by, the king grew more impatient. Even after another louder rap on the door, the other monkey didn't answer the door. His temper started to flare at the apparent snub. It didn't matter if the six eared macaque was in a relationship with another. He had no right to ignore the sage when he called on the warrior.

It didn't take long for the king to start pacing infont of the old worn down door as he debated on what to do next. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to waste time coming back later either. It also was not just about appeasing the kid anymore. That trouble maker had the nerve to ignore him now and the king growing more agitated by it. In his pacing, he had spotted an open window.

Without thinking, the golden money shifted his form into a bug flying inside with every intention of chewing macaque out for ignoring him.

He had not been prepared for what he found inside.

Macaque's home had been trashed. Sure, the place was a dump, but Macaque was notorious for keeping his living spaces clean and well kept. Things had been smashed, and there were what looked like a few fresh holes in the walls. As he surveyed the living room, he spotted several poorly patched holes in the walls. The old TV Mac had thrifted now had a smashed screen, and broken dishes were all over the place.

Maybe dismissing Mk's concerns had been a mistake.

If macaque was starting to unravel again, he needed to deal with the shadow before things got out of hand. A berserk six eared macaque was not something that should be taken lightly, nor did he want the kid or his friends to get caught up in it. The last time the shadow user had lost it had been catastrophic.

The king was a lot more careful with his movements as he searched the dojo for the missing monkey. The kitchen had some doors ripped off the cupboards and a noticeable dent in the fridge. The concern on the sage's face soon turned to shock as he spotted something that had no business being near the warrior's home, let alone in it.

Why was there an air horn on macaque's kitchen counter...

Something was seriously wrong, and he needed to get to the bottom of this and fast.

As he made his way over to the bedroom door, he was uncertain if he was prepared for what he was going to find. He carfully opened the door so he didn't spook the other monkey. He really wasn't prepared for what he found. In the middle of a poorly made nest was a ball of white fur whose breaths were both visibly and audibly labored.

Macaque had dropped his glamors...

Macaque never dropped his glamors...

Before the king could investigate further, he heard the front door unlock. He quickly shut the door and put a silencing ward on the bedroom. He didn't need macaque getting stressed out more from the conversation he was about to have with the shadow's supposed lover.

The lesser Yaoguai blinked in surprise when he spotted the livid sage in the hallway. "Um... can I help you?"

Wukong's eyes narrowed, this Yaoguai was being very causal about another being in his lover's home. The lack of protective or possessive instincts did not sit well with the king.

"Explain." The command was short and simple while the golden simian tried keep his temper contained.

"We got a little over zealous." A golden eye twitched at the nonchalant answer. This fool either didn't know who he was or didn't care.

"Did you now..." The king's seethed, his words were more of a challenge than a question. He was well aware of macaque's preferences, and they did not end with how he found the other monkey.

"He loves it. It's what he wants." It was blatant lie, a weak attempt to convince him that the warrior was fine. It may have worked on a nobody who didn't know macaque. 

He was son wukong.

He knew his warrior.

"It is not what he wants..." The king barely managed to control his rage. The fool wasn't making it easy.

"He likes it ruff." Golden fur bristle at the lie. Did this Yaoguai have a death wish?!

"No, he doesn't! And he never has!" Anger grew with every word he spat at the coward. It was starting to dawn on the fool that this wasn't to be brushed under the rug.

"And how the fuck would you know!?" It was a weak attempt to reestablish authority. Not that the coward had any. The scent of fear started to steadily keep out of the inferior beast.

"Because I am his fucking husband!!" The king practically roared at the pitiful challenge. He was glad he had put a silencing ward on macaque's room, the dark simian would have bolted if had heard the sage's vocalized rage. It was all it took for the lesser Yaoguai to flee.

Brows furrowed in annoyance, someone was was going to need to speak to the shadow about who he chose to share his bed with, probably sandy or PIF. Those two seemed to have an easier time in talking sense into the shadow.

His rage soon gave way to worry as he returned to the bedroom. He really should have taken Mk more seriously when his student expressed his concerns for macaque.

Once he had re-entered the room and approached the nest, the king frowned. Normally, macaque would have woken by now...

Once he got a good look at the other monkey, he understood why...

The warrior was in worse shape than he realized. The white fur did nothing to hide the copious amount of bruises littered the shadow's skin. His breathing was still heavy, likely from bruised or fractured ribs if his guess was accurate. Dread rolled through his stomach when he saw macaque's ears.

The delicate lotus shape ears were pinned tightly against his head, something that was only done when sound became too much for the shadow. When he saw the blood in those sensitive ears, the monkey king realized how that lesser Yaoguai was able to do this to the warrior.

He was going to kill that Fucker when he found him.

But more importantly macaque needed him first.

He gently scooped up the unconscious monkey, being careful not to wake him. He would take him to sandy and once the warrior was safely in the water Yaoguai's care, he had a hunt to start.

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Short story - how to not handle a depressed monkey

This short was inspired by @rebeltigera 's shadowlord au. This is not Canon to her story. Her shadowlord au is really good, and you should check it out! I also blamed the swan princess for this.

For a pig Yaoguai who led a rather simple life, Pigsy did not for the life of him understand how his life had gotten this ridiculous. He was just a noodle shop owner and a dad to a hyperactive kid with a good heart.

He was ordinary.

So how did he get stuck with the monkey king binge eating his way through 6 bowls of noodles and counting, all because his ex wouldn't put up with his shit.

How did he keep getting dragged into this idiot's problems.

Thought the mouthfuls of noodles being shoved into the moping simain's face, the chef barely understood the king's tale of how he and the six eared macaque had broken up/got divorced. He wasn't fully sure on which and didn't care enough to ask. His eye twitched when wukong finished explaining what was said during the argument that had ended his relationship.

"He asked is war that matters? and you said what else is there?!" His voice may have raised a little near the end in frustration. It was difficult not to start shouting at the fool of a king. He had promised Mk that he would try to cut the monkey some slack after the memory scroll incident.

It was getting really hard to keep that promise.

He may not like the six eared macaque, but he couldn't help but have sympathy after hearing a snippet of what he had to put up with from son wukong.

"It was dumb, I know..." The king's childish whine made him visibly twitch.

"You should write a book, how to lose your mate in five syllables or less." He quipped before he could stop himself.

Well... too late to take it back now.

And judging the look on wukong's face, he was not going to hear the end of it from mk for a while.

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Short story - rude!

"And we do not have a dead body!" Wukong hissed as he opened the the door, frustration from the accusations were obvious in his expression as he shot the others a glare. Confusion quickly took root when he saw everyone's reactions.

The horrified expressions the group held were unexpected. Exasperation or irritation would have been normal. He hadn't done anything to invoke horror from his friends... well, not recently, as far as he was aware. It was weird. After a moment, he realized the group wasn't looking at him. They were looking past him. Compulsively, the golden simian turned to see what everyone was gawking at. Gold eyes blinked. This was not possible...

Standing in the door was the six eared macaque. The dark furred monkey was a mess, looking like he had slept in a pile of dirt for a month level of mess. Mud stained clothes twigs and dirt littered his fur. Oh, and a bloody fist size hole where his right eye should be.

"That was rude..." the shadow hissed at his former king.

"That was pretty fucking rude!" A clawed finger poked hard into wukong's chest. The king stared back at his former warrior in shock. This should not be possible. How was macaque standing like a nothing was wrong! He had a 3 inch hole in his head!

"Sir, I've been murdered!" The dark hair simian complained to his master. Golden fur bristle at the audacity.

"He's alive..." the monk muttered, still in shock. The sight before the holy mortal did justify the reaction.

"And yet he's not." Wukong muttered indignantly, clearly irritated at macaque's nerv to complain to his master about his death.

"So rude." Macaque griped in response.

A jolt knocked Wukong awake. He carfully surveyed the room as he processed what happened. His muscle complainted at him for daring to fall asleep on the couch. A musical was playing on the TV, snacks and trash were littered about his living room. On the the coffee table was left overs from his not so kid friendly experiment. That would be the last time he purposely messed with psychedelics...

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I have changed my mind on how I am going to do things. I will be posting my fanfic to ao3... eventually. It's a little more secure and easier to use for long chapters. I will be putting random shorts here instead. The shorts will be their own thing and not connected to any of my stuff on ao3.

Most of these will be using sound chips i find on TikTok as inspiration, i am not trying to be original for these, I am just trying to develop my writing style.

Also, if you like the scenario of a short, then feel free to draw it or use it for a prompt if you like. Just link me so I can see the results 🙃

Also if anyone could give me instructions on how to make master posts i would greatly appreciate it.

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Hello just a quick blurb before I start using this account for something other than lerking.

I want to start working on some stories, and the best way for me to practice is to write fan fiction... so I apologize in advance for my shenanigans and in progress writing style. Constructive criticism is always welcome 😅

I will be starting with a very bizarre crossover of inuyasha, lego monkey kid, okami and Percy Jackson books. My only explanation is that I have ADHD and my maladaptive daydreaming does weird shit with suff I hyper-fixate on, so apologies in advance for my madness.

I also can't draw worth a shit so you're stuck with my writing 😝

I will try to do a master list once I figure out how...