Sound of Terror
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Note: I decided to write something for the Bone King AU by @ninjasmudge. I had fun writing this, so I hope you can enjoy it. UwU
Triggerwarnings: Violence, blood, torture, vomit
Summary: Macaque is alone after sparring with the Bone King.
It's dark and quiet. The wide corridor of the palace gives him enough room to escape when necessary. Usually he would enjoy this and feel at ease.
But now?
Mentally he feels relieved, and still on the edge. He could come back any time after all. And that would mean more horror, more fear, more terror. Macaque doesn't like to admit it, but the Bone King, that… that monster, sends chills down his spine whenever he hears him. The shadow monkey can't explain if it is because of the unnatural dead silence that surrounds the king, or the flow of chaotic icy magic.
Honestly, he assumes both. It makes Macaque feel like he can't trust his hearing anymore, and that… well, that has never happened before. His six ears have never failed him once. He could always trust them no matter what. But not around that chaotic being.
And it scares him.
Macaque lifts up his uninjured arm to touch three of his ears. They are still covered in icy crystals, making it impossible to hear any sound with them. Another thing that scares him. The Bone King can take his hearing away at any time. He has done so countless times when he thought Macaque deserved a punishment. At some point the black simian started to believe he did deserve it. Maybe even right now it was his own fault that three of his ears are frozen. However, that still doesn't mean it hurts less.
He heaves a sigh and lowers his arm again, looking at his other arm and hand. The hand has been completely crushed, probably every bone is broken. The pain is unbearable, and the healing is a slow process. Other than his arm and ears he only got bruises and cuts. Nothing too serious, they'd heal quickly.
How quickly.. Macaque doesn't know. He doesn't even know how much time has passed since he got here after the last sparring session. It could have been minutes, even hours for all he knows, losing track of time is easy when all you can feel is pain and fear.
It also means he doesn't know how much time he has until the next sparring session.
Macaque is convinced that the Bone King doesn't need sparring. At this point it is probably just for entertainment and for seeing the black monkey suffer. None of this means that the king holds back. The opposite. The Bone King uses everything they got while they spar.
Every single time Macaque ends up having broken bones, cuts, bruises, some joints dislocated.
Every single time he is completely drained of his magic.
Every single time he fights for his life while they spar.
"Again!" The Bone King demands, hovering above an injured Macaque. The black simian quickly wiped away the blood from his mouth as he slowly gets up and back into a fighting stance.
The Bone King stands at the other side of the room, eyes narrowed as they stare at Macaque with their red piercing glare. "Attack! And this time, don't hold back!"
Macaque does as demanded. He uses his remaining magic to cast a shadow in front of him where he disappears for a moment. Only to shoot out of the ground next to the king. Summoning his shadow staff he aims for the Bone King's head, only for them to catch the weapon with their hands. Before Macaque can be thrown across the room he let's go of his weapon.
Now the king attacks, covering their hand in crystal and aiming for the shadow demon's arms and legs. Macaque can barely dodge the fast attacks, the crystal cutting his hands and legs. His ears twitch backwards and he jumps to his left. Crystals sharp as needles and knives spread behind him. The loud shattering sound of the Bone King crashing into them makes his ears ring, but Macaque can't stand still now, it would mean his death.
He summons a few shadow clones and sends them at the cursed being. Each of them hit the crystal where the king is. Macaque himself uses the few seconds he has to catch his breath. The second, however, doesn't last long, the shadow clones seem to explode in bright blue clouds, the Bone King standing between them as they get ready to charge at Macaque again.
This time, Macaque charges forward too. He doesn't have time to get a weapon and uses his right fist. Just as he was about to hit the king's nose a big icy hand catches his arm. Macaque finds himself dangling down in front of a skeletal monkey face, red eyes pierce into his own, his right arm feeling like it is going to be ripped off.
It happens so fast. The Bone King's grip suddenly tightens, and the shadow monkey hears a terrible snapping sound followed by a giant wave of pain in his arm and hand. Macaque tries not to scream. He still dangles in front of the King's face, tears fill his eyes while he tries not to look at his hand. A fist connects with his stomach and sends him flying backwards. Macaque vomits and crashes against the wall before he lands on the ground. Using his left arm to steady himself he feels the taste of vomit and blood in his mouth. He spits it both out and tries not to gag.
"Is this all a joke to you?" The calm voice sends chills down his spine. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would stand up straight and answer immediately. As he is now..
Macaque takes a few seconds before he can stammer out his answer. "N-no, my ki-king. Of-of course not…" He knows he made a mistake by not answering right away. And it is confirmed when heavy steps come over to him and a staff is slammed against his shoulder.
"Then why are you so weak"
Crystals spread on his left side up to his ears, the world goes silent for a second.
And the shadow demon screams.
Thinking back to this makes Macaque shudder. He heaves another sigh as he gets up.
It is better to go back to the king before he gets a new punishment.
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