What if Sun Wukong hadn't been 'civilized' or come in contact with a human?
What if he was what one would call 'savage' and 'barbaric'?
How would the story play out..?
NOTE: This Wukong and Macaque are younger than the originals and have slightly...
(Nezha is an actual eternal 12-year-old instead of an 'adult')
Wukong looked around the palace, trying to spot a certain brat.
He stepped forward, observing the map innocently floating above a lotus closely. There was a barrier there, he could feel the sheer amount of power used to create it. Wukong reached out his hand–
"That was created to keep people like you away!"
A child with brown hair and brownish-magenta eyes on two ring-like skates descended before the simian, pigtails swaying slightly as he held up a spear in his small hands.
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Wukong's scarred brow hitched upward, "Yeah, but I need it. So..." The pig-tailed eternal child glowered, "Then I'll have to stop you!"
The diety rushed forward, spear poised and ready. Wukong barely dodged, feeling the spear's tip scratch his cheek. A deity's weapon could very well scar him, Nezha's powerful spear not being an exception.
Great.
Wukong dropped low, using his shin to kick the back of the boy's legs. Nezha yelped as he practically folded, "HEY!" Wukong snatched and threw Nezha back, smirking, "That all you've got brat?"
Nezha sneered, zooming toward Wukong to deliver a glowing punch. Wukong yelped as he quickly raised his arms to shield himself, knowing well that was going to leave a bruise under his rusty fur.
MK was gonna be mad.
Oh, well.
Wukong took out strands of hair and launched himself into the sky, blowing on them. Clones popped up, each one glaring down at their opponent. Well, except for Loofy. Loofy was grinning cheekily and waving while in a funky position.
Stupid haywire clone.
The other monkeys launched toward the eternal child, pinning him before he could run. Nezha screeched as Wukong stomped toward the map and its barrier, "SUN WUKONG YOU'LL DOOM US ALL!!"
Wukong snorted, "Not like that's new." He held up his hands as Nezha let out one last frantic warning, "IT COULD STRIP US OF OUR IMMORTALITY!!"
Wukong looked over at the boy, his expression full of pure exhaustion.
Nezha gasped as the so-called 'Savage King' smiled softly in reassurance, "My clones will shield you enough. Trust me, you'll just get a bit ruffled up." Wukong turned around again and frowned, launching his hands into the pure power holding him back.
Wukong screamed, it felt like electricity flowed into his veins, and like glass, the barrier shattered in a blinding boom...
–
Wukong was absolutely not okay.
The explosion he'd caused by taking the scroll had fractured his bones and scrapped his skin. His cheek was bleeding from a deep cut caused by Nezha's spear, and his messy hair fell around him like a wry curtain.
