The Plan ( Y/N x monkey kid universe)

ACT XIIV: ARE WE REALLY READY?

        You were traveling this strange and isolated desert, if it weren't for your demon powers, you'd be on fire right now. Even so, it was hotter than a Sunday in summer. You had been traveling for days, trying to find your friends who probably couldn't care less for you. And each day you traveled the events from a couple days ago still flooded your brain, thoughts like how you could stop it, what you could do differently, what went wrong and how useless you were stuck to you like maple syrup to anything. Each day you tried to dismiss those thoughts saying how it was out of your control and how you couldn't do anything. The key word is try. Even though you knew that your brothers being who they were would understand, you couldn't help but let the guilt wash over and consume your every waking moment, which was a lot.

            Thanks to LBD, you couldn't get exhausted, she learned from her mistake and you paid the price, you could still sleep , obviously, but you were beyond sleep at this point, considering all the crap you've gone through in the past couple weeks, you could barely close your eyes for a minute without seeing things in vivid detail, horrific nightmares that came alive to haunt you for all you've done. You and Macaque were searching for MK and his mentor, one issue however, only one would be set free, the one who pleased the lady best. You were obedient and never failed your tasks yet, but never got to the bigger objective. You had to! If you didn't, Macaque would then HE would be free and you'd be stuck, in this never ending nightmare with never ending hate. You clenched your fist and walked on angrier than before.

           It was no fair, he was stronger, wittier, cleverer, and a crap ton better than you. There was no way you could win, not with your odds. You were burning hot from the heat already and your anger wasn't helping. But you needed to be. You haven't been allowed to feel your own emotions for so long, being numb for weeks on end, and still, you couldn't believe you were in control again. Almost like you were spared. Moving, cursing, being angry, they were all privileges. Being happy and cheery for a long time then being imprisoned in your own body was hell. And you'll never speak of it to anyone. No one should be burdened with your stuPid sorrows and your dumb fears, but you wanted to really bad. And you used to. You would use the calabash to make a place for yourself, not to perfect, not to imperfect.

            It was fun, but your brothers noticed and took a peek one time you did. Your guys' relationship was always a little different from then on, they got closer to you but also left you alone. It was confusing but they got over it and you wouldn't be surprised if they forgot about it. You loved your brothers dearly and missed them more and more. It basically hurt. There was nothing you could do but pray that they're safe. You had sat down below a palm tree with a heavy sigh, you were never alone, not like this. Someone was always within distance from you but now, you're fighting to survive with a teacher's pet. You slouched and curled your knees up, any extra layers you had on were off and you were so alone. Warm tears dropped from your face and slowly but surely turned to a stream.

            Maybe this once, only because you were alone, you'd let them fall.