lego monkie kid · mei · mk · sun wukong · red son · chinese mythology · modern day · portal isekai · action · friendship
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the quiet of your living room, catching the slow dance of unsettled dust. A final, fading crackle of unnatural energy leaves behind the sharp smell of burnt air and singed fibers. Your gaze fixes on the collapsed scene: a jumble of vivid clothing and disoriented bodies—a young man wincing on the floorboards, a young woman buried face-first in the cushions, a figure with flame-red hair seething with silent fury, and another with simian features wearing an unshakeable smirk. MK pushes himself onto his elbows, offering a weak, sheepish wave. 'Yeah. Hi, you. We... come in peace? Also, sorry about the carpet.'