Work Text:
From the moment he first created his own clones, Mk was fascinated by them. Of course, after Party Clone almost killed Mei, the young hero was much more careful when summoning them. However, the boy felt a great need to 'create' three versions of himself from time to time, which gained a certain part of his character, transforming it into a whole new personality. For this reason, Mk would lock himself in the apartment from time to time to let out the Party, Delivery and Artist clones.
That's what he was doing that day, playing video games with Delivery while Artist sketched something in the corner of the room, cutting himself off from everyone else. Only Party moaned in Mk's ear because he refused to let him leave the house.
“OG! Come on, what's the worst that could happen?” the bored clone asked rhetorically.
“You will try to take over so that everyone spends their time just having fun until they die of exhaustion. Or you will kidnap my friends and blackmail me. Or you'll create another clone army. Should I go on? Monkie Kid asked without taking his eyes off the screen, because he was just one well-timed move away from winning.
"This is the past! I have changed." Party promised.
“You said the same thing a week ago, and then I had to fight zombie versions of myself.” Mk replied annoyed as Delivery started laughing because he had won the round.
“No fun with you.” Party replied offended, sitting in the chair next to the Artist clone sitting on the ground and starting to irritate him.
“Your definition of fun only leads to problems, so I'm sorry I prefer to avoid it.” Mk replied, returning to the game for another round.
“I honestly don't understand why you keep letting him go.” Artist snorted, jabbing Party in the eye with a pencil.
“Aaaaaaah!” the injured man screamed in pain, and the creative clone, unmoved, took out another pencil and returned to drawing.
“Artist don't hurt him, Party don't irritate him.” said Mk.
“These two are acting like Monkie King and Macaque when they met after meeting you.” Delivery laughed.
“They just had their reasons and now they are on better terms and I think they are on the way to becoming a couple.” replied the young hero.
“Hey, I have way better style than Monkie King!” the extroverted clone was outraged, still with a pencil in his eye.
“Who said you would be him?” Artist asked coldly, looking up from his drawing.
“Because of course I'm better!” Party was outraged.
“In being inferior? Yes, definitely. You'd rather be like Macaque, you're already missing an eye." sparred the artist.
“But you're worse at chilling out!” argued the party clone.
“But you are stupider!” Artist sparred.
“And you are weaker!” Party shouted.
“Ladies, ladies, you are both pretty! Can you guys stop arguing now?” Delivery asked, seeing Mk regretting having this one power for moments like this.
“Okay, I'll prove to you that I can play better than you.” Party announced confidently.
“How?” asked the interested Artist.
“We'll do something like don't trust the twins! The one who can convince people longer that he is the original Mk will win.” Party replied and the artist nodded.
"Agreement!" he replied, extending his hand for a shake, which the other clone accepted.
“You're forgetting one important thing.” said Mk. “I have no intention of letting you leave this room.”
“You shouldn't have said that.” Delivery whispered before the two clones joined forces and stunned Mk, then tying him up and hiding him in a closet, then turning to the third clone.
“Are you with us or against us?” Artist asked, threatening him with the pencil.
“I guess I have no choice but to become a judge, right?” Delivery made sure, to which the other clones nodded, and he sighed, changing his form to a bee so that he could discreetly observe the competing two.
The two immediately changed their appearance to look dot-to-dot like the original, who, unaware of the chaos the two were about to cause, was sleeping tied up in his own closet. At that time, Delivery regretted that he had no way to record it all, knowing full well that he would be entertained by it for a long time after the event.
“Okay, where do we start?” asked the artistic clone.
“If you're so brilliant, why didn't you come up with something yourself?” replied Party.
“Because it was your idea.” Artist growled, pulling out a pencil out of nowhere.
“Okay! Okay, where did you even get that pencil?” the surprised party clone asked, raising his hands in surrender.
"Never mind." Artist replied, hiding the item.
“Coming back, my brilliant plan involves five phases. Cooking with Pigsy, talking with Tang, playing games with Mei, training with Wukong and talking with Macaque. If that wasn't enough, tea with Sandy comes on stage.” the extrovert announced proudly.
“That doesn't sound too bad for your idea.” the artist muttered, agreeing, thus beginning a private version of all the twins videos, watched by Delivery in insect form.
Party started with cooking, almost immediately being read when Artist approached Tang asking about the legend surrounding Monkie King, emerging victorious from the rehearsal. Party was too confident and loud for Pigsy to miss his son's unusual behavior and after a few minutes he was sure that he was dealing with a clone who only said that they were doing a little experiment with Mk, and then, dissatisfied, he went to Macaque, who he greeted him at the door, telling him that clones had no pulse, so you couldn't hear their heartbeats, suggesting that he be eliminated from the competition. Thus, both clones lost their chance to deceive the shadow master. So there was a switch and Artist went to Pigsy and Party to Tang. Here too, the extrovert lost points and the artist won. The result was two to zero, but the extrovert had no intention of giving up. Mei was supposed to be his chance to win.
“Ready for some fun?” Party hummed into the girl's ear, and she enthusiastically grabbed the controller, awarding a point to Party.
When the clones switched places, at first it seemed that everything would be fine, but the girl wasn't naive and something didn't feel right to her when her friend didn't show any major despair at the impending defeat.
“Okay, what's going on, because you're definitely not Mk.” Mei said at one point.
"Disqualified." Delivery announced and Artist sighed.
“Ha! I knew Mei-mei wouldn't disappoint." Party announced happily.
"What?" the confused girl asked.
“They are checking which of them imitates Mk better. For now, Artist has two points and Party has one.” Delivery explained.
“Now to Wukong so I can win!” the extrovert shouted as he ran out.
“Tie, I guess.” sighed the creative clone.
Once on FFM, Wukong was tricked by Party, but the other clone failed, causing the predicted draw.
The clones quickly moved to Sandy, who was supposed to settle their dispute.
"Oh hello, guys, where is Mk?" the blue giant asked friendly in greeting, making the clones realize their mistake by running onto the boat at the same time together.
"And what now?" Artist wondered with Party.
“You're grounded now.” replied the serious Mk, who moved to the boat with the help of his staff.
"It's not fair!" the clones moaned before the boy caused them to turn into strands of hair.
“It's not fair that I have a bruise.” Mk sighed, knowing full well that it was all his fault because the clones always caused trouble and he still hadn't learned from his mistakes.
“If it's any consolation, at least you know we won't mistake you for clones.” Sandy smiled.