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MACAQUE POV
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A staff gashed in my right eye. And a skull crushing sound and pain filling all my ears. Every time I would try to move or get free it would crush deeper and deeper..blood gushing and dripping down my pierced skull. Wha...What was happening?.. Oh yeah... I was fighting my own so called 'best friend,' Sun Wukong. Doesn't he see I was trying to save him from that damn monk?! Why the hell am I being treated like this when I'm trying to help him?! What happened to never hurting me huh? The biggest lie he ever told me. Oh Buddha.. the ringing sound..The pain.. I feel like I'm dying...Wait..no. I am dying.. it hurts.. my own eye was teared out and my flesh felt like it was burning..burning a thousand sun's of pure acidic heat. If he so called loved me why is he killing Me?!
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I don't know why, but even in that moment, I still loved that bastard.. even with that hatred in his eyes.. even though I'm about to fucking die. I know he'll regret this one day.. just like how im regretting doing what I did..
Just not today.
... if I knew the consequences.. if I knew he would be this angry.. enough to knock my eye out of my skull.. crush it with his staff as I felt my own broken bones in the crushed skull pierce my skin.. the tears of flesh was so loud on my now ringing six ears. bleeding out on this battle field we basically made ourselves by fighting so damn much. And so long too...
would I have still done it..?
*Crush*
I shot up from the couch and was sweating bullets. The fuck just happened?! I looked around but nothing seemed different.. I had that "dream" again..I looked besides me to see a passed out Monleu King sprawled out on the couch- was he fucking drooling? And the snoring ugh, I don't miss that. I tried to shack him. I even smacked him on the arm a few times but he was out cold. He really did mean that whenever he was asleep he is ASLEEP-. He looked kinda cute like that- Ew no- Macaque. No. Bad. Ugh. Get this gross pathetic guy out of my head.
.. but he is kinda cute.. his fur was all fluffy and messy and his tail was curled around himself.. it was...actually very cute.. Why does it seem that I can never get rid of him? It's like a parasite but I'm not doing anything to get rid of it. Letting it slowly kill me.. until I suffocate... and die once more. I know he probably.. wouldnt do that again.. maybe-.. damn it! My is brain telling me to never trust him again! But my everything else wants me to give him another chance.. I mean we both did some fucked up things so what's wrong with a second chanc- NO!!!
I didn't notice this at the moment but I slammed my hand on the couch and I guess the sound stirred Wukong awake.
"mmmm... Mac? Are you ok?"
I looked to the side to see Wukong rubbing his eyes as slowly sitting up. Really, THAT is what wakes this bastard up?? Wait- Does he ever groom himself? His furs all knotted. Ugh whatever, I then looked over at Wukong and shrugged a bit.
"im fine. Don't worry about it, though, could you get me my pain medication for my foot."
"Oh shit almost forgot!"
Wukong jumped off the couch and went to the kitchen. Wasn't he just drozy and tried a second ago-... I will never understand this guy will I? That reminds me.. my foot.. I decided to take off some of the cast to take a look at it. And well, it was very brushed. I could tell due to the fact that most of my foot was a solid purple color with blue, and I had 2 cuts on my foot that seemed to of bleed a quite a bit, judging from how stained the cast was. But it's starting to scab up now. No wonder every time I try to move it it hurts like a motherfucker. I wrapped my foot back up and leaned back on the couch to rest a bit. Even if it didn't do much. I watched as Wukong came back with my Pills and handed me a cup. I threw the pills in my mouth and swallowed it down with water. As I drank the water I couldn't help but notice Wukong eyeing my cast. That idiot will pass out by the amount of over thinking and worrying he does. Heck, if he wasn't immortal it would be the cause of his death. I can see it now, Sun Wukong, death caused by "worrying like a distressed hen with its head chopped off."
"Wukong."
Wukong looked up at me with his stiff worried look and shook his head. Proceeding to chuckle it off.
"Sorry sorry-.. yknow how I get.-"
"Yeah. I do."
"..sorry.."
"It's fine."
We kinda just sat there in silence for a bit. Awkward silence-..
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"Wanna watch Monkey cop-"
Andddd the silence was broken. Of course Wukong would feel uneasy in silence. He hated awkward moments. And Monkey cop? Isn't that the show mortals made using Wukong as inspo for the main cop guy- why that show out of all things. Sometimes I think he likes it only cause it has his face on the cover, or that the Monkey cop looked like him. It was a stupid show in my opinion. But, alas, his ego could not be contained. Much to my, and all of heavens dismay.
"I don't have a choice do I?"
"Nope."
"Of course."
After 2 or more dreadful hours of watching this show, Wukong was talking to MK on the phone. It hasn't been to bad.. much- but every time I tried to walk Mister Mother hen kept nagging at me saying I'll just fall flat on my face... which was... not a lie. Everytime I tried get up and walk on my foot I would just tumble on the floor and Wukong came out a worried mess. He said if I kept trying to get up he'll drag me to flower fruit mountain to keep a better eye on me himself. Which is infuriating. Can't I just have a hour to myself?? Ugh. Days like these make me wonder how I got in this mess.
Though..it wouldn't be so bad being on the mountain again...
Actually...
I kinda miss it.