#foserwrites

[fosermi]

So uh,,,

What if Whipple family (mis)adventure but Shadow and eclipse grew up together on the ARK?

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@livingthewritelife-things you did this to me....

[fosermi]

Okay so @winterpower98 wanted some fluff.

So in giving you guardian macaque wholesome young shadowpeach (friendship because they're still kids right now!)

So here it is!

.=.

On top of a mountain, stood a rock, a magical rock that formed an embryo by absorbing the essence of the heavens and earth. An embryo that turned into a golden monkey that would soon lead countless adventures and mishaps wherever he goes. This monkey was named “Sun Wukong”

Hidden at the base of a valley near a peaceful village, lay a log, a magical log that formed an embryo by absorbing the essence of the shadows and light. An embryo that turned into a black monkey that would soon be known as an antagonist to Sun Wukong’s adventures. This monkey was named “Liu Er MiHou”

Living two separate lives, in separate worlds. One as a beloved king, the other nothing but street scum. 

"Hey come back here!! Thief!!" Called out an enraged man on the chase after a small hooded figure. The figure in question  continued to run. He ran and ran until he reached the outskirts of the village where he lost the man. 

The figure slowed in his pace as he looked around, chest rising and falling idly from exhaustion. rapidly. Quickly, the figure darted towards one of the boulders that lay around the village as a sort of border marker. He sat down behind one of the boulders and proceeded to unveil himself, mid-length dark hair, red face markings and 6 colorful ears. He looked around for a while before he pulled out a small plum, a plum he stole to feed himself. 

It was rather hard trying to find proper food around these parts. Not even the local monkey population would come down from the mountains to find food in the village. There was plenty of food in the mountains, he knew that. But each food source would be guarded by a monkey tribe. 

Oh if only he could join said tribes. Unfortunately, for his strange appearance, none of the tribes would take him in. and without a tribe, he wouldn’t be able to have access to the fruiting trees; he didn’t want to face a whole group of adult monkeys that could seriously injure him. He was lucky once, when a kind old woman would feed him as a kid when he barely managed to escape from one of the tribes that believed he was trespassing. However, she no longer came down to their meeting spot. Did she not care for him anymore? He didn’t know. Nor would he let that affect him, after all, no one wanted him. He was strange, different.

Smiling at his success of getting food for himself, he brought up the fruit to his mouth to take a bite. His ears twitched, hearing something in the distance. By the endless river? It seems so. Curiosity taking over, the black monkey walked over to where he heard the noise from. Oddly enough, it came from a cluster of coconuts hitting against one another due to the motions of the waves. 

Walking closer, he noticed an odd color of gold in the midst of the dark brown of the coconuts. His tail flicked in caution as the black monkey approached the make-shift raft, spotting a stick that he could use to defend himself with if he had to. 

Upon closer inspection, on top of the coconuts laid an unconscious monkey, similar to himself. Except the other monkey had a peach heart marking on his face and chest as well as golden fur that shone brightly in the sun. oh, and 4 less ears. 

Was the golden monkey dead? He wasn’t sure, so he poked him with the stick. 

‘He looks hungrier than I am…’ the black monkey thought as he continued to poke the other, earning a soft groan in response. ‘At least he isn’t dead…’ 

The six eared monkey’s ears then started to twitch again, the young smooth monkeys were coming, and if they found him or this other monkey they would be in trouble. He knew that these ones specifically were trouble, they would find whatever excuse to hurt innocent things. He didn’t like them.

Quickly, the black macaque dragged the other monkey off of the coconuts and into the bushes where he should be hidden from view as he distracted the smooth skinned away from the unconscious golden monkey. Unbeknownst to him that the latter had already woken up but was pretending to stay asleep. 

All six of the log monkey’s ears lowered as he looked at the single plum in his hand. “I guess I won’t be eating today… you need it more than I do” was all he said before placing the plum into the palm of the other’s hand and jumping out of the bushes to distract the human children that arrived at the shore of the endless river. 

“Hey! Hey! Look! It's that macaque with the colorful ears!” one shouted. “come on! Lets get him!” another declared. 

And that was his que to run.

And run he did, all the while the stone monkey watched. The black monkey ran from the beach up into a nearby tree, only to be followed up onto the tree by the humans, each now carrying a big stick they found. 

Seeing the sticks, the six eared macaque leaped from the tree onto the ground and continued to run. He ran, and ran, and ran. He didn't know for how long he ran, or how far he had gone, but eventually, he found a small hole under the roots of one of the bigger trees and dived down. 

The humans had followed him, he knew that. He could hear them outside, trying to get through the protective layer of plant life that shielded him from the danger. All he could do was curl into a ball, at least that way he could have some form of protection from any blows that could end up being a problem. 

A loud cracking noise caused the fur on his back to stand up, trying to intimidate the humans. However, he knew it to be futile as the human children continued to laugh and talk among themselves. He expected there to be pain soon, he was prepared for it. 

But instead, a pained shout came from one of the boys. Followed by another, then another. As soon the smooth monkeys were running away in fear, some even crying and calling out for their mothers. 

Hesitantly, the log monkey looked up to see what happened, and to his surprise, a hand outstretched with golden fur shining in the sunlight met him. The golden monkey saved him? Why? He didn’t understand. But he took the other’s hand anyway.

The golden monkey smiled and started to make some noise. Noises that the black monkey registered as monkey speech, a language he severely lacked understanding in but knew a few words. 

Seeing the confusion on the six eared demon’s face, the golden monkey frowned and looked around for something to explain with, eventually finding a small stick. The stone monkey used the small stick to draw out a few figures that looked like the other in front of him. Another figure depicted a fruit of sorts, one that looked like a peach or a plum. 

The golden monkey pointed at the figure of the plum and then at the figure of the other monkey - which, upon seeing it being drawn with six ears made the log monkey try to hide his own ears - then to himself as he rubbed his stomach as if saying ‘thank you for the food’, a gesture the black monkey understood and smiled at. 

This was just the beginning. The beginning of one of the greatest friendships in history. Oh how will this turn out I wonder?