I wasn't suggesting it for the long term, so we understand each other.
You don't need to tell me what Wukong will do when he gets a mind that someone's trying to tell him no, especially if it's a door guarding something that someone doesn't want him to have.
If Wukong isn't around you or me, now is best. I just need to undo the magic around it. I'll probably make you an exception to the seal when I redo it. I figured it was best any of us could retrieve it in case of any unforeseen disaster.
I told him my head hurt and I needed a rest, since he thinks my eye was a recent injury being that he's never seen it before. And no the irony does not escape me and I do not want to talk about it. So now is fine.
Are you home? I can be there in a second, just tell me which room.
Front hallway. Its in my workshop, but I also have a bunch of security systems I need to update for you and don't want something to take a potshot. MK was just distracting last month.
I'm making note of every instance of your lack of faith in me, by the way.
Very well, though. Just a second.
[ A portal opens in the front hallway and Macaque steps out, looking rather collected given the massive pile of everything that's been neatly placed atop his head. ]
I am sure the security wouldn't actually seriously hurt you, but that doesn't mean I want you to get hurt at all. Especially with how Wukong's been, even a light graze would probably get him to throw me through a building.
[There is soundproofing in the lab, but Macaque can probably here him moving around with something heavy and metal.]
[Then a veeeeery long moment of stillness.]
[And then a rapid running up the stairs, slamming open the door, before he rushes to his bedroom.]
[ Macaque takes a few steps into the room but quickly realizes there's not a thing he can do, so he stands stock still again, the tip of his tail flickering impatiently. ]
[He opens up more screens and there's cameras in every room.]
[Though bedrooms and bathroom just has cameras pointed to the outside door and windows. At least semi-respectful of privacy even as he has all the other public rooms fully on camera.]
[He's going through the time to see if MK just went to his room, or if he LEFT THE HOUSE.]
[ Macaque clamps down on the instinct to pace and just waits for the footage to show whatever it will show. How could MK be so reckless? What was he looking for? What if he'd gotten stuck in there and they didn't notice for days? ]
[Is MK even out of the scroll? Who knows, but sometimes you yell and set your hair on fire because it helps you deal with the sudden terror and panic attack.]
[Either way, he's off to MK's room and slamming open that door too. He'll fix the holes in the wall later.]
[MK being reckless? Well, yeah. It is kind of his default setting. At least when the two of them come barging in, MK is just existing the scroll in a flash of ink. He stumbles to the floor and looks up at Red Son and Macaque. Oh he's busted and his face shows it.]
[ Macaque is half a step behind Red Son, coming to stand beside him with his arms crossed. MK might feel just slightly like he's facing the firing squad here. ]
You'd better start, kid.
But first... you're okay, right? [ Macaque's tone certainly indicates that he might only be asking so that he'll be able to hurt MK himself, but as always with MK he's all bark and no bite. ]
WHAT WERE YOU DOING, WHY WOULDN'T YOU TELL SOMEONE, WE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE?! I SWEAR IF THIS WAS SO YOU COULD WATCH THE WEREMONKEY GET HANDSY AGAIN I AM GOING TO BURN YOU ALIVE!
[Red Son's hair and eyes are very much on fire as he crosses the room.]
[And is also immediately circling around MK, checking for injuries, pulling up arms and checking there's no bleeding hidden under his shirt.]
[MK opens his mouth to say something but Red Son cuts him off. He would be offended by the accusation if it wasn't true about last time. He lets his arms be raised. He has no injuries, no blood, and nothing hidden. He opens his mouth to speak again but the sudden golden energy and his form glitching between human and monkey makes him groan. Yep. Still happening.
Has been this entire week so far.]
I was...trying to find out how to fix Monkey King. And it turns out he's had amnesia before. When Macaque separated us that one time. Pigsy shoved a hot pepper in Monkey King's mouth when he was meditating. Made him think Pigsy, Mr. Tang, and Moe were the great companions. Mr. Tang fixed it dropping a giant rock on him.
[MK is paraphrasing here. It was something very cute to see. Especially how just happy Wukong was. Like how he was now. He pushes those thoughts aside as he focuses on his breathing, trying to stop the glitching.]
[ The thought of MK seeing what happened with the weremonkey almost makes Macaque sputter, but he quickly decides they have bigger fish to fry than MK hearing all that mushy nonsense. But he will make note of this for the future. ]
[ Seeing MK glitch especially drives all those thoughts from him, and he hurries forward and stands in front of MK. ]
I get that you want him back to normal, so do I. [ His voice is substantially softer now. ] But you've got to tell someone before you dive into that scroll. I'd have gone with you.
[Red Son was angry. But it was angry born of worry and frustration, and like most outbursts, they burn out quick. Especially as MK glitches out again.]
[Red Son's fire goes out and with the knowledge MK wasn't injured, he wraps his arms around MK from behind, pulling him close.]
[Pressing his mouth to his ear, lowering his voice to barely a whisper for all the good it does with Macaque, but.] You're important. You're loved. [Quiet affirmations in the vein he's been telling MK since Wukong lost his memories. Something to try and combat the feeling of Wukong forgetting him.]
[Then resting his chin on MK's shoulder.] That was very good information to find, but you know we're here to help. As well as others. [Saya, Kantera, probably more of MK's friends.] Don't take dangerous risks when asking for help makes it so much safer. We don't need to be putting together two monkeys at once.
[He looks up at Macaque since Red Son is behind him now. The words help his mind calm down some. His heart still hurts. He's upset and it's hard to not be. He nods to what they say. He knows they're right. He took a risk but at least it paid off.]
...Sorry. I should have told you both. I just realized it might help. And last time people knew I went in...guess I didn't think about someone just going in with me like you, Macaque.
[No real excuses, just reasons. He swallows as he pauses for a moment.]
I need your help now. We'll need to find a really hot pepper. Like super spicy. One so hot we gotta wear gloves to hold it. That's what caused it last time. Maybe this time it'll snap him out of it. It's worth a try.
[ Yeah sorry Red Son you'll have to speak telepathically if you don't want Macaque overhearing, but it's touching at least. Despite the way it neatly highlights the complete falsity of what he and Wukong have going on at the moment. ]
It's fine, a situation like this isn't easy to think clearly through. And goodness knows you've forgiven me for worse.
I don't know, you're discounting the immense satisfaction of just beating him about the head. [ Clearly a joke. ] Any ideas where we find a pepper like that?
[Red Son lightly flicked the side of his head.] We were worried last time because you could have easily gotten stuck in a nightmare loop and it could have taken quite some time to realize where you went and longer to find you once we did.
[He sighs and kisses his cheek even as he blushes faintly. A little light PDA as a treat and another affirmation. Anything to help those dark feelings settle a bit.]
It would be immensely satisfying. Maybe even fun. [The frustration with Wukong is Real.] But I suppose if the pepper is easier, I have peppers like that.
...unless you've worked through my whole stash. [He looks at MK, raising an eyebrow.]
[He doesn't find the jokes funny but at least they are joking. Well Macaque is. The frustration is clear in Red Son's voice but he isn't going to talk about that. Not right now. That is a can of worms they can talk about after Monkey King is back to his old self again.]
I blew through everything trying to cook up to inferno. We'll need to get some more and find something super hot.
Then we just gotta get him to eat it. Or make him eat it. One of the two.
[ It's mostly a joke on Macaque's part. He and Wukong beating each other up would at least be honestly working through things. ]
[ Macaque barely doesn't roll his eyes at Red Son blushing, he so does not care about your little affectionate display, he's focused on getting Wukong back to himself because this is intolerable on every single level. ]
It's a lucky thing that you have a line on some peppers that might work at all. Otherwise we'd be stuck wishing for one and I understand that can sometimes take a bit. He can't stay like this that long.
[ Is Macaque's vehemence about reversing Wukong's amnesia surprising? Maybe, because Wukong suddenly loves him again and isn't that what he wanted? It definitely isn't, not like this. This is worse than torture, every single thing about it feels false and grating and mocking. Like fate sneering at what Macaque has been wishing for. ]
...I can get him to eat it. He trusts me right now. [ Macaque finds something very interesting to stare at on the floor. Nothing could get him to make eye contact as he says that. ]
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You don't need to tell me what Wukong will do when he gets a mind that someone's trying to tell him no, especially if it's a door guarding something that someone doesn't want him to have.
When do you want to move it?
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Are you home? I can be there in a second, just tell me which room.
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Front hallway. Its in my workshop, but I also have a bunch of security systems I need to update for you and don't want something to take a potshot. MK was just distracting last month.
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Very well, though. Just a second.
[ A portal opens in the front hallway and Macaque steps out, looking rather collected given the massive pile of everything that's been neatly placed atop his head. ]
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[There is soundproofing in the lab, but Macaque can probably here him moving around with something heavy and metal.]
[Then a veeeeery long moment of stillness.]
[And then a rapid running up the stairs, slamming open the door, before he rushes to his bedroom.]
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[ Macaque follows and leans on the doorjamb. ]
Let me guess, there's a problem. [ The words may be casual, but the voice and pose are tense. ]
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Its gone. Wukong shouldn't have been unoccupied that long, he doesn't even know this is our house yet-
[He's already tapping at the screen, going through security footage.]
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[ Macaque takes a few steps into the room but quickly realizes there's not a thing he can do, so he stands stock still again, the tip of his tail flickering impatiently. ]
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[The footage is going backwards at high speed, until he finally sees movement, stopping it.]
Noodle Boy? [He rewinds at a slower speed and]
[Yep.]
[Yep, that's an MK with the memory scroll.]
What is he doing?!
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[ He's definitely rushing over now and watching the video. Red Son might be able to hear his teeth grinding. ]
Do you have any footage of where he went, or is it just that room?
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[Though bedrooms and bathroom just has cameras pointed to the outside door and windows. At least semi-respectful of privacy even as he has all the other public rooms fully on camera.]
[He's going through the time to see if MK just went to his room, or if he LEFT THE HOUSE.]
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Tell me it wasn't that long ago, at least.
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[And there's an MK, going into his room.]
NOODLE BOY!
[Is MK even out of the scroll? Who knows, but sometimes you yell and set your hair on fire because it helps you deal with the sudden terror and panic attack.]
[Either way, he's off to MK's room and slamming open that door too. He'll fix the holes in the wall later.]
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Uh...I can explain?
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You'd better start, kid.
But first... you're okay, right? [ Macaque's tone certainly indicates that he might only be asking so that he'll be able to hurt MK himself, but as always with MK he's all bark and no bite. ]
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[Red Son's hair and eyes are very much on fire as he crosses the room.]
[And is also immediately circling around MK, checking for injuries, pulling up arms and checking there's no bleeding hidden under his shirt.]
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Has been this entire week so far.]
I was...trying to find out how to fix Monkey King. And it turns out he's had amnesia before. When Macaque separated us that one time. Pigsy shoved a hot pepper in Monkey King's mouth when he was meditating. Made him think Pigsy, Mr. Tang, and Moe were the great companions. Mr. Tang fixed it dropping a giant rock on him.
[MK is paraphrasing here. It was something very cute to see. Especially how just happy Wukong was. Like how he was now. He pushes those thoughts aside as he focuses on his breathing, trying to stop the glitching.]
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[ Seeing MK glitch especially drives all those thoughts from him, and he hurries forward and stands in front of MK. ]
I get that you want him back to normal, so do I. [ His voice is substantially softer now. ] But you've got to tell someone before you dive into that scroll. I'd have gone with you.
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[Red Son's fire goes out and with the knowledge MK wasn't injured, he wraps his arms around MK from behind, pulling him close.]
[Pressing his mouth to his ear, lowering his voice to barely a whisper for all the good it does with Macaque, but.] You're important. You're loved. [Quiet affirmations in the vein he's been telling MK since Wukong lost his memories. Something to try and combat the feeling of Wukong forgetting him.]
[Then resting his chin on MK's shoulder.] That was very good information to find, but you know we're here to help. As well as others. [Saya, Kantera, probably more of MK's friends.] Don't take dangerous risks when asking for help makes it so much safer. We don't need to be putting together two monkeys at once.
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...Sorry. I should have told you both. I just realized it might help. And last time people knew I went in...guess I didn't think about someone just going in with me like you, Macaque.
[No real excuses, just reasons. He swallows as he pauses for a moment.]
I need your help now. We'll need to find a really hot pepper. Like super spicy. One so hot we gotta wear gloves to hold it. That's what caused it last time. Maybe this time it'll snap him out of it. It's worth a try.
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It's fine, a situation like this isn't easy to think clearly through. And goodness knows you've forgiven me for worse.
I don't know, you're discounting the immense satisfaction of just beating him about the head. [ Clearly a joke. ] Any ideas where we find a pepper like that?
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[He sighs and kisses his cheek even as he blushes faintly. A little light PDA as a treat and another affirmation. Anything to help those dark feelings settle a bit.]
It would be immensely satisfying. Maybe even fun. [The frustration with Wukong is Real.] But I suppose if the pepper is easier, I have peppers like that.
...unless you've worked through my whole stash. [He looks at MK, raising an eyebrow.]
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I blew through everything trying to cook up to inferno. We'll need to get some more and find something super hot.
Then we just gotta get him to eat it. Or make him eat it. One of the two.
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[ Macaque barely doesn't roll his eyes at Red Son blushing, he so does not care about your little affectionate display, he's focused on getting Wukong back to himself because this is intolerable on every single level. ]
It's a lucky thing that you have a line on some peppers that might work at all. Otherwise we'd be stuck wishing for one and I understand that can sometimes take a bit. He can't stay like this that long.
[ Is Macaque's vehemence about reversing Wukong's amnesia surprising? Maybe, because Wukong suddenly loves him again and isn't that what he wanted? It definitely isn't, not like this. This is worse than torture, every single thing about it feels false and grating and mocking. Like fate sneering at what Macaque has been wishing for. ]
...I can get him to eat it. He trusts me right now. [ Macaque finds something very interesting to stare at on the floor. Nothing could get him to make eye contact as he says that. ]
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