The Two Kings

Calabash

As the early morning sun slowly peeked through the curtains, MK remained blissfully asleep, completely oblivious to the world around him. His wild, unkempt hair was splayed out across the pillow, and the once neatly-tied bandana that usually kept it in place had mysteriously vanished, leaving his locks free to sprawl in every direction. 

A thin line of drool had escaped the corner of his slightly parted lips, a testament to the heaviness of his sleep, when suddenly, a low rumbling sound began to reverberate through the room, jolting him awake with a start.

Instantly, MK's eyes flew open in a panic, his heart racing as he registered the shaking and trembling all around him. "What? Earthquake!" he cried out in alarm, flailing his arms as he tumbled right off the edge of the bed in his disoriented state. 

But just as quickly as the rumbling had begun, it ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Blinking in confusion, MK quickly turned his attention to the state of his room, taking in the absolute disarray that surrounded him. 

"Oh nooo! All my pwecious pwossessions," he lamented, surveying the scattered items and toppled clothes with dismay.

Amid the chaos, MK's gaze settled on his beloved Monkey-themed alarm clock, which was still blaring loudly. Panic seized him as he caught sight of the time - he was late for work! 

"I'm late for work! My staff, my staff, where's my staff? Parker, have you seen my staff?" he cried out frantically, tugging on his ear in distress.

But there was no response from his roommate, and as MK's eyes swept the room, he realized that Parker's bed was empty, save for a single piece of paper that had been hastily folded and left behind. Curious, MK snatched up the note, his eyes widening as he read the simple message scrawled upon it: 

"Meet me on the roof at 8:00. ♡" 

"What the-" he began, but was cut off as his alarm clock started blaring once more. Without hesitation, MK stuffed the mysterious note into his pocket, quickly grabbed his bandana, socks, and jacket, and bolted out the door, yelling "Let's go!" as he made his way downstairs.

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Rushing into the kitchen, MK immediately spotted Pigsy and bowed deeply, tears welling up in his eyes. 

"Pigsy! I'm so sorry I'm late. I overslept, and I guess I didn't set an alarm? Honestly, I don't even remember going to bed. And the earthquake, and-and-and-- please don't fire me!" he pleaded.

"Fire you?" Pigsy asked before turning to face MK with an eerily big grin on his face, "Ha! Why would I fire you?"

MK paid no mind to Pigsy's unusual behavior, and instead, he stood up again before shouting, "Uh, well, last time you said, 'If you are one minute late ever again, you are fired!'"

"I said that?" Pigsy asked.

Tang, who was sitting and watching the whole thing go down then laughed, "That doesn't sound like my best friend Pigsy."

Suddenly, the world around them began to shake, the very fabric of reality seeming to tremble and distort. Unbeknownst to MK, Pigsy and Tang's bodies started to glitch, their movements becoming jerky and unnatural, like a movie paused and then resumed. 

"Ah! It's happening again!" MK cried out, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. 

But Pigsy, still grinning madly, seemed unfazed, his response dripping with sarcasm. "Again?" he asked, "What you talking about, MK?"

"Did you not feel that?" MK asked with a raised brow and a growing suspicion.

"Feel what?" 

"I think MK's got a real case of the Mondays, hmm?" Tang suggested with duck lips.