Mk Meets A demon, That was different from the rest, they weren't violent, or wanted Mk's staff or power, they just wanted a friend? so Why Does Sun Wukong dislike them so much
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It was the middle of the night, as Mk shuffled down the halls. His fluffy orange Socks created friction along the red carpet, which then gave him an electric shock, as he went to open the door. "Stupid thirsty throat, stupid Bladder" He mumbled, upset he had to get out of bed, to go to the bathroom, and then he needed a drink. and now? He had gotten an electric shock! He closed the door, about to flop back onto his bed before he noticed how cold it was.
He shivered, wrapping his hands around his arms, as he tried to conserve his body heat. His eyebrows furrowed as he realised that there was wind in his room. He looked up, Noticing a figure behind the curtains near the balcony. He froze, who was that? Everyone else was asleep. He watched as the wind grew stronger, blowing the curtains out of place, and revealing a certain person with (h/c) hair.
Mk's eyes widened, as he ran over to them. "(Y/N)? WHAT ARE YOU-Are you asleep?" He asked, standing next to them, as he placed a hand on their shoulders. Their eyes were half open, and they looked dazed and bewildered. It almost seemed like the demon was in a trance. Mk gulped; pure concern etched onto his features. Why were they acting so out of it? He watched, for a moment before shaking their shoulders. "(y/n)! Wake up!" He half shouted, about to throw them like one of those old ragdolls.
(y/n) let out a soft confused noise, as they looked around. Mk sighed in relief, glad that they were back to their normal self. Mk watched as (y/n) put a hand on their forehead, a migraine forming. It was as bad as when they had met Redson. Mk placed a hand on (y/n)'s lower back. "Come on, let's go back to sleep," Mk said. He was slightly concerned; had they been sleepwalking? What happened? Why did they seem so enchanted?
He shivered, as he laid on his bed, hands on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. He turned his head looking at (y/n) they were asleep? He was so worried, and he could not understand why. He grabbed his pillow and put it over his head, groaning into it. Of course, the noises came out muffled. Why was he becoming so worried about them and thinking about them daily? Why was he acting so jealous, whenever someone else touched (y/n)? He wished they would just hold onto him all the time and call him their hero. He wished he were their hero.
Why was he so worried about them too? It is not like they are some persons in distress, helpless and unable to do anything. He knew that they were the exact opposite. He had not seen them fight much, but he was quite sure they were a better fighter than him. They were level-headed too, unlike him they never seemed to rush into action, now that he thought about it, they did not seem to be the emotional type, sure they could be protective. (Sometimes a little too protective) He hit his head on his bed, groaning in pain, as he hit the board of the bed. God damn it. He turns on his side, staring at (y/n) as he begins to drift to sleep. But not before muttering something as he went to sleep.
