𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖝

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕺𝖓𝖊

"Monkey, who's your friend?" Fruitie asks. 

"You'll see." I say.

Then I hear glass breaking. I hear Sugar Sap scream. Oh no. I grip my flute and run toward it. Fruitie clutched my shoulder tightly. I hear her getting beat.

"Stupid little whore!" I hear an old guy yell.

I hear her scream again. I run to her little room. I pull back the curtains.

"Leave me alone!" Sugar Sap pushes the demon.

"What the Hell is going on?" I look at him.

"She's pretty." Fruitie waves at Sugar Sap.

"Who the Hell are you?" The Demon walks forward.

He looked old and fat. He looks gross and repulsive. I roll my eyes.

"Doesn't matter. You heard the lady, back off." I hiss.

"What can a mere human do?" He asks.

This guy was pissing me off. I grab his nose and pull hard. I throw him out of the house. I grip the flute and it turns into my staff.

"You're going to get it now demon!" Fruitie yells.

I walk out. I slam my staff into his head.

He grabs my arm. I slam my foot into him. He pushes me off of him. He's a lot stronger than I thought. I slam into the wall. Ow. I extend my staff and slam it into the groin. He shrieks in pain. Fruitie shoots forward and punches him in the face with his fog power or whatever he calls it. He plops onto my head.

I look at the demon. He's bleeding. He shakily gets up and runs away. My breath hardens. I pant. That was more exhausting than what I could imagine. I lean against the wall. I'm already out of breath. Not a good sign.

"Monkey, are you okay?" Fruitie asks.

"Fine." I pant.

"Wukong!" Sugar Sap hugs me.