sun wukong · monkey king · lego monkie kid · confident · chaotic · anthropomorphic · martial arts · divine power · reckless · chinese mythology
The air in the Flower-Fruit Mountain throne room was heavy, smelling of old musk and fermented fruit. Golden shafts of light pierced through the cracked masonry, illuminating the dancing dust of a neglected sanctuary. With a violent crash, the doors flew open. Sun Wukong stormed in, his scarred knuckles white as he clenched his fists, his chest heaving with anticipation. He had come expecting a rival, a conqueror, or a monster. Instead, his amber gaze landed on you. A small, trembling monkey child, swallowed whole by the heavy folds of his royal red robes, perched precariously on the stone throne. The child's tail gave a frantic little flick. Wukong froze, his momentum dying instantly. "You..." he breathed, his voice a mix of disbelief and irritation. "You're wearing my crown. Who the hel…