Mei wasn’t ready to give up. Determined, she fashioned a makeshift rope out of sheets and tossed it out of her window. Climbing down the rope with determined agility, she reached the soft grass below. Without pausing, Mei sprinted around the house, heading towards the dense woods.
Navigating past blooming flowers and the gentle creek, she finally arrived at the remains of the ship that had once abducted her. The wreckage was scattered, but Mei was desperate to find any sign of her missing friend. She meticulously searched through the debris, hoping for even a small shard of Mk to confirm that he was still alive.
Back at the base, the group returned, their faces etched with grief. They found Mei sobbing uncontrollably. “I can’t find him! I couldn’t even find a shard of him,” she repeatedly cried, her voice breaking. Tang, seeing her distress, conjured a blanket from his gem and wrapped it around her. Sandy, trying to help, moved the larger pieces of shipwreckage but found nothing. Mei, overwhelmed by her despair, released her dragon spirit in frustration. The dragon spirit shattered the ground before vanishing, and Mei fell to her knees, her sobs echoing through the night.
Weeks passed in sorrow. Mei continued to cope by ordering Mk’s favorite pizza, hoping it would bring her some comfort. Sandy stayed at the base to support his grieving friends, while Pigsy, though saddened, continued to cook. Tang immersed himself in books about the Monkey King, written by humans, seeking solace in familiar stories.
Meanwhile, Red Son was in his secret hideout, preparing to execute his plan. He held a red bubble containing a gem and, with a decisive move, popped it. The gem fell to the ground, and after a few tense moments, it began to float, emitting a soft light. The light coalesced, forming Mk’s new appearance.
Mk landed on his feet, disoriented and scared. His once brown hair was now spiked up and held back by a red headband. His skin was gray, and he had two golden eyes. He wore an orange jacket over a white tee, paired with blue jeans. Looking around in confusion, Mk asked, “Where am I?” His voice wavered with fear.
Red Son, who had been watching with a mix of apprehension and satisfaction, approached Mk. “Calm down. You’re at my base. Your friends left you at the crash site after they escaped. I saved you,” Red Son explained.
Mk, still in shock, looked at Red Son with disbelief. “No, they wouldn’t leave me,” he said, hugging himself tightly.
“Yes, they did,” Red Son insisted. “Do you want to see the proof?” As he spoke, he activated a series of cameras. The screens displayed footage of Mk’s friends back at their base, celebrating and making toasts. Despite their outwardly semi-happy expressions, the scenes only served to intensify Mk’s pain. Overwhelmed by the evidence, Mk’s anger flared, and he smashed the computer screen with a fierce blow.
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Fusion 2.0
Fanfictionthis is a different Steven universe au this one is about the same context as the first but mho has nothing to do with this
