wukong and six ears (Shadowpeach)

first meeting

First chapter is kinda crappy but I promise it gets better after this one

Six pov:

Another day.. great.

I lay there, my prison of a body keeping me in place. I'll say it's an odd way to stop someone but affective.

Oh? No clue what I'm on about aye?

A long long time ago, I was a simple monkey. Black fur, six ears and causing as much chaos as I could.

I mean I wasn't that bad? Killing, stealing, pillaging. Ya Know, the usual. Not as bad as that psycho that was running around after heaven?

Never new the guy, or cared to. Just wanted to keep doing my own thing.

But one day, I was finally stopped. This, city? Or kingdom or something finally captured me. I needed to stop my ways, stop hurting and stealing.

This guy appeared before me. A monk (not tripitaka). He told me he was willing to give me a chance, if I followed him, became his disciple and turned over a new leaf I could escape my punishment and fate.

But I'm stubborn, and kind of a jackass. So I refused, I cussed and spat at him, telling the guy to piss off.

I thought he'd just kill me, tho of course a monk wouldn't.

So, he sentenced me to a life in prison. But not a normal prison, one I could never escape, no matter how hard I tried.

My soul was ripped from my own body, the body I once had turned to ash, and then placed within a weapon.

It was a large staff, but with my soul intertwined with it, it changed. The wood turned a shining red, the base forming a gold handle of some kind. And then the top, I can't decide if that was the worst or best part of all of it?

A large wooden head, or symbol. It kinda looked like me, black and red, six ears, crappy looking hair.

A large evil toothy grin I couldn't really move and a pair of eyes to let me see.

This was my new face. A sick joke, I could talk and see but that's all I could do. As for my body, I couldn't really move it. I mean rock side to side maybe but that's about it.

The monk then explains the purpose of this prison. If other people were to wield me, I could grant them my power, or the new power I had while stuck like this.

My body could change shape. Grow, shrink, get longer and shorter. I could pack a powerful punch.. but only if I lent that power to someone using me.

He said people could use me for good, to protect those in need. That my imprisonment was also to teach me to help those around me. To lend my power for good.

But as I said I'm stubborn.

No matter how many people held me, tried to use me. They didn't get anything more than a pathetic stick, I was stubborn, angry, I would yell and mock them, Make their lives as difficult as possible.

Most of the time I was just locked up in a case, or chains. No one wanted to deal with an oversized, loud mouth useless staff.

Years and years passed, I was stolen at one point? Sold again and again. At some point I did in fact give my power up, but only to some scumbag demons, help cause a little chaos.

Times passed, I was caught by another kingdom again, and they made the genius decision that I was too dangerous.

So, I was imprisoned, or double imprisoned. Trapped under this mountain, within this large cave system.

My body was chained to a large bolder of some kind, and I've been stuck here ever since.

I'll admit, it's hell. Every day is the same, heck I can barely tell what day and night is? The most exciting thing to happen to me is seeing a damn rat or bat fly by.