Atrocious (Maniac Monkie King & Macaque)
Based, and Inspired by @dez-ku :'>
They're my favorite artist! When I saw, the fanart, I just had to whip up a quick fanfic.
Maniac Wukong 2?
I'm keeping this as a sketch cause I have school/exam :^) I'm posting this while in school
" Hey kiddo! You mind if I borrow, him for a bit?"
The way the dark-furred demon, cried made his heart tighten, clenching his chest badly.
More and more tears began to pool up, before big droplets of water, came rushing down Macaque's chin due to being overwhelmed.
His expression was hideous, absolutely disgusting. But those tears looked crystal clear, They reflected just the right amount of natural lighting in his surroundings, and they resembled glossy pearls.
It was a surprise that those pearly droplets came from someone so monstrous.
That made the orange-furred monkey, constantly demand his most loyal monkeys, to make the loudest noise, at places where he knew, Macaque would be resting. The immortal sage, made it clear to himself, that he'd do anything, to make his 'companion' feel explicit pain.
It was wrong to but as a demon. It was easy to give in, to temptation.
Could you blame him though? His high-pitched screeching, and the constant begging for the pain to stop, was something that Monkie King, secretly and desperately craved.
Even if that caused his six multicolored ears, to bleed daily.
When it did occur. A crimson liquid, coated the grass.
As if on cue, The Sage, would come to his rescue, acting like a hero, a protective savour to sooth his victim— friend, and immediately reassure him, that the monkeys are having mindless fun. It's not something done in a sinister light nor intention.
There laying on his lap, was pathetic excuse of a demon, slowly crippling away in self pity. Wukong's eyes, scanned every expression, every twitch, every grimace.
Tears, pricked at the corner of Lihou's eye.
It was awfully, distasteful for a Infamous Sage, to have to run his fingers across the messy locks of the black-furred monkey, but sacrifices, had to be made.
So he listened in to every word that spilled out from Macaque's quivering lips.
In this way, It was easy to know Macaque's weakness.
What sound, made the demon tick.
That made him beg, and fall down to the ground, begging for the noise to stop, while they shamefully, plead to be put out of their misery.
Despite his symphatic gaze, Wukong intrenally laughed, laughing at how pitiful his friend looked. He didn't care, whether or not, it was morally wrong or not.
All he cared about, was seeing him sob and writh in pain
He clenched on Macaque's chin, caressing his friend's hair and fur, before turning his head, and pretending to make the monkies to shush.
The immortal sage, desired, for his mental breakdown to never stop, the way he greedily gasped for air, made Wukong feel strange, in a good way. But alas, He had to look like his friends knight in shining armor, He wanted to be the only person Macaque could turn too.
In order to do that, He had to make Macaque go distant, with the others animals, It was easy especially with his ears.
Did he care for the monkey?
No , he didnt, Not a single ouce of his soul cared for him.
He, just didn't want anyone making him smile, He was the only one allowed to make him smile, and the only one allowed to wipe it off his face.
He wanted to see Macaque hurt, both physically and mentally.
Make him so broken, that nobody would want him, nor would he want anyone else.
Then come swooping his victim up his arm, saying "I'm the only one, that cares for you"
Even though the scrolls, written had stated that Li Hou, was a Trickster God, the most mischievous fellow. It was Wukong, that was cruel out the both of them.
In the stories, Macaque was said to have attack the precious Tripitaka and, Wukong, the brave hero was the one who killed the beast.
Not everyone knew, only himself know that Macaque was only trying to warn, the monk from Wukong, trying to save him, after figuring out the Sage's true intention.
He refused, for Wukong to have another victim to manipulate and hurt him.
But if an unknown demon comes running to you at full force, with six ears, disheveled fear and blood thirsty eyes, than anyone can mistake it, as an attack.
Wukong, swiftly pinned him down, and his fingers twitched, at the sound of the measly cries of the demon. It has been centuries, since he last heard that cry
The whole trip to the west and, being trapped under the mountain didn't exactly give him time to enjoy his odd hobbies.
The finger joints, of Macaque's, had a purple undertone now, and was severly bruised, indicating he was in excruciating pain from overuse, of his limbs as a result from fighting so frequently to defend his own life—yet no matter how much physical pain was inflicted, towards the demon monkey.
The Monkie king believed, that was never enough, after so long too, He craved for that heartwrenching feeling of hearing the sobs of his friend.
To him a friend, was someone that gave him immense happiness.
He, licked his eye, the one he plucked right out of the demon's face. It was slimey, had a weird texture but Wukong didn't care, He was giddy knowing it was Macaque's eye, and for him.
He defined that as happiness.
It was his last fight, the terrified face of his past friend, was just staring at him, no pulse can be seen.
Wukong, frowned for a moment, He wished the fight would have go on any longer.
There was no pulse, He sighed before swiftly kicking the body off the cliff. He, didn't really care about dead bodies, he preferred them alive,
He, would miss the way Macaque would cry, but right now, A dead body was such a liability, and a pathetic thing like him, didn't deserve a priper burial.
He knew, he'd just reincarnate. or be brought back to life or something.
Besides, Wukong had all eternity to wait for his pal, to raise back up from the grave or come back.
If he got impatient, than a trip to the underworld could be a must.
"Who hurt you?" The brunette questioned, his voice was soft spoken and tinted with concern. Macaque, couldn't answer that question, not now.
"Please.." The child, persisted and even pleaded, while he wrapped the bandages, around the demon's waist. Basing heavily on the wounds, He took quite the beating.
Macaque was getting mended by MK. Working quietly tailed behind them and thought how much waste of materials, That could be.
That six-eared bastard's only purpose was to be his plaything.
Wukong knew that bastard would just come back, over and over again, so there was no point in wasting such good materials.
Besides, There was that never-ending cycle that would come back, with torturing, making him cry, and seeing his last breath before dying. Then getting reincarnated.
Buddha knew not to interfere with his affairs, after all.
"Heya Bud! Mind if I borrow, Macaque over here?" The orange-furred monkey snickered, and interrupted him mid-sentence, with his hands behind his back.
He smiled at Macaque, and Macaque knew what that smile meant.
