Monkie Kid Oneshots

🚦Out of Rations🚦

Tw's: Go read this blindly without any genre, au or warning knowledge, i wanna see your shit ass reactions-

A/N: the ones who got spoilers are lucky, but the ones who got some bit of plot and the actual warnings are LUCKY 🍀 ASF-

Narrator/3rd Person POV
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Mk and Mei ran as fast as they could, their hands keeping a tight firm on the other, eyes filled with dread, their sharp breaths leaking out of of their mouth every second, adrenaline was rushing through their veins, they refused to look back at the horrors that chased them from behind

What they saw earlier was disgusting, making them want to puke or cry out for help, but they couldn't, as it would attract more of them, further causing havoc in the forest.

Mk tripped on a root, his hand slipping away from his best friends as he dropped to the floor, wincing in pain, who stopped and looked back at him, her eyes gazed as she saw a figure running to them, and her instincts kicked in, running back for the Monkie Kid, she helped him up before he quickly pulled her away from the harms of a beast, A Monster.

She saw it again, and thats what brought her back those memories, the memories of a woman, laying dead on the dirt floor, with her clothes ripped to sheds, face in pure horror, staying in a single expression that could ring in Mei's ears as she could imagine those screams for help, for it to just stop as she was eaten alive, her organs slowly spilling out like a bowl of noodles, blood splattered on the trees and leaves, leaving a pool of blood below her to form like a spill of water on the table.

Mei couldn't speak, she was plagued with that memory, especially when there was a man, standing in front of her cold, dead, body, tears slowly streaming down his eyes as his face was mixed with sorrow and grief, she noticed the circular band of gold, wrapped around his finger — a ring, and so did the body, they were married, thats what she concluded from their discovery

she could recall the worn out face of the man, filled with wrinkles and a stiff look, they locked eyes as he quietly stared at them, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he could just bit his lip and try to hold back tears, then, his gaze softened, a look of sympathy, mercy for the two.

His lips curled up into a small smile, he was happy seeing them after what he had probably been through, and before they knew it, he opened his mouth, screaming at the top of his lungs, piercing their minds with the image of something running from beside them and pouncing on its prey

tearing him, limb to limb, the blood splattering onto their faces as it shaked its head around, with the dismembered arm locked in its mouth, the sound of bones being crushed, and the silence that the man let out was dreadful.

Fight, flight and freeze instincts kicking in, and as much as they wanted that thing to stop, they ran, not wanting to be its next prey for the day, but it soon caught onto their loud trail of footsteps, the sound of crunching leaves and twigs that scattered the floor, it was luring in the other

they cried, they wanted it to stop, they just wanted to go home, they didn't like this, they didn't like this at all, they had no food, they were starving, their home had been wrecked and their family and friends were nowhere to be seen.

What did they do?

What did they do deserve this treatment?