Molten Iresis (FurnaceRedAU)

17-The Ebony Takes Over

(I'm having the au continue to Season 4 because the Brotherhood are there and they knew of Wukong's strange mannerisms, so them learning the truth and being angry still would make sense. Again, if an AU can affect the plotline further, it continues to future seasons!)

Wukong yawned lazily, adjusting his blindfold.

It covered the scarring he often felt beneath his fingers, and Wukong could simply lift it if he needed to use his Gold Vision. The fabric was red, made to match with his successor's headband and Macaque's scarf.

Macaque huffed, "You could at least pretend you're helping us organize your mess!" The king huffed, "But I don't know what the mess is! Just...hm. No, actually, you make a good point." MK held up a golden plate, "Uh, so, is any of this stuff super dangerous..?"

The warrior sighed, narrowing his eyes at the boy, "MK, bud, why are you so nervous?" Wukong hummed, "Yeah, I feel it, too. What's got you so worked up, kid?" MK looked down, "I just...You guys always congratulate me on saving people and the world, but it's my fault they even happened."

Wukong frowned, "Huh? Well that's stupid."

Macaque smacked him, hissing, "Wukong!" The ginger scowled, rubbing his arm, "It's true! None of this is his fault, it's that stupid popsicle stick that made him think that!" MK snorted before laughing, tears pricking his eyes. Wukong paled, "Oh, shit-- Kid please don't choke and die cause I said something without thinking!"

MK sighed, "No, I just...Thanks, I kinda needed that." Macaque huffed out a small laugh, "Kid, you're seriously unbelievable sometimes. In a good way. You've done more than we've ever bothered doing to help the world, we're proud of you, MK." Wukong suddenly grunted as he tripped over a silver cage, "OWW."

"See? This is why you organize your shit."

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Cleaning up wasn't too bad, especially with all kinds of clones helping them out with sorting.

MK yawned, "Welp, looks like that's the last of-- Huh?" He leaned down as a monkey called for his attention, pointing at a scroll of bamboo sticks.

Macaque was busy trying to coax Wukong into letting go of an artifact that belonged to Nezha, barely sparing the boy a glance. MK picked up the scroll, humming to himself, "Uh, looks like we forgot one. It's like a...bundle of sticks?"

Wukong peeked from his blindfold, eyes glowing red.

His eye widened as he dropped the fabric back over his eye, grabbing Macaque as they both understood what MK had in his hands.

"MK, WAIT DON'T--"

The scroll opened, and the student screamed in alarm as tar-like swirls of ink oozed from the crevices of the bamboo. Shadows enveloped him and the monkeys, and he looked up from his new position as giant pitch-black figures glowing blue erupted from above.

Wukong stayed rooted to his spot, head tilted up as the figures screamed down at him. Macaque yelped, trying to pull him back with his shadows, "Wukong! Get over here!" MK stared at the figures as well, "Wait, DBK? I thought we were cool now! A-And Mac..?"

Macaque grunted, trying to pull Wukong towards them with his shadows without absorbing any ink, "MK, we'll explain this mess, just please hold on a moment--" The pair gasped as a giant ink figure with wings appeared from behind them.

Macaque looked back, gasping as a spear was brought down--

"WUKONG!"

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"YOU DIDN'T SAVE ME!" Macaque's voice was filled with an uncanny tone of pain, and although Wukong knew it was the scroll, he couldn't turn away.