Lego monkie kid oneshots

meeting?

i want to write in my version how mk met tang and pigsy! tysm for 675+ reads btw!( i originally made this for yesterday but wifi was wifing sooo.)

The streets of the city were busy, bustling with people hurrying to and fro, lost in their daily routines. But amidst the chaos, a small figure weaved through the crowd, unnoticed by most. He was only five years old, with dark brown hair that fell messily over his forehead and eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and fear. His clothes were a bit too big for him, worn and dirty from the rough life he had been living on the streets.

MK had been alone for as long as he could remember. The memories of his parents were distant and fuzzy, like a dream that slipped away the moment he tried to recall it. The orphanage that had taken him in wasn't much better; it was cold, with little food and even less kindness. He had learned quickly to fend for himself, relying on his quick wits and nimble feet to survive.

Today was no different. His stomach growled as he eyed the people around him, looking for an opportunity to snatch a piece of bread or a small coin. He noticed a food cart across the street, the delicious smell of steaming noodles wafting toward him. His mouth watered, but he knew better than to approach too quickly. The vendors could be mean, chasing away kids like him with harsh words and even harsher hands.

MK waited patiently, watching as the vendor, a large man with a gruff expression, handed out bowls of noodles to customers. The man was busy, distracted by the lunchtime rush. MK saw his chance. He darted forward, his small hand reaching out to grab a steamed bun from the cart's edge.

But just as his fingers brushed against the warm bread, a large hand caught his wrist.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" The man's voice was rough, but there was no anger in it, just surprise.

MK froze, eyes wide as he looked up at the vendor. The man's face softened as he took in the sight of the small, dirty boy in front of him.

"Are you hungry, kid?" the vendor asked, his grip loosening but not letting go entirely.

MK hesitated, then nodded slightly, his eyes darting to the side, expecting someone to shout at him or worse.

Instead, the vendor sighed and released his wrist, reaching into the cart to pull out a fresh steamed bun. He handed it to MK, who looked at it in disbelief.

"Here, eat this," the man said gruffly. "But don't go stealing from people, you hear? You'll get yourself into trouble."

MK took the bun with trembling hands, his stomach growling louder now that food was so close. He mumbled a quiet "thank you" before he began to devour it, hardly chewing as he swallowed each bite.

The vendor watched him with a frown, concern flickering in his eyes. As MK finished the bun, the vendor grabbed a small bowl of noodles and handed it to him.

"Here, eat this too. It's on the house," the man said, his tone softer now.

MK looked up, his eyes wide with gratitude. He took the bowl carefully, holding it as if it were a precious treasure. He sat down on the curb nearby, slurping the noodles eagerly, feeling warmth spread through his small body for the first time in days.

The vendor, whose name was Pigsy, watched the boy eat with a strange mix of emotions. He had seen plenty of kids on the streets before, but something about this one tugged at his heartstrings. The boy was so small, so alone. Pigsy didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he couldn't just let the kid walk away after he finished the noodles.

As the last of the noodles disappeared, Pigsy walked over and crouched down beside the boy.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, his voice gentle.