LMK ONESHOTS! {Closed Temporarily}

Glamours [Shadow Peach]

Drunk p.2!
This comes a few weeks after that oneshot!
Keep in mind that Macaque has his glamour on pretty much all the time (yk how he usually looks in the show)

ANGST BABYY BECAUSE I LOVE WRITINF THIS SHIT

Written somewhere in June??
Word count: 1527!!

Enjoy! ♡

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"...Wukong, stop it. I know it's hard, I really do. But seriously, we need to fix this 'scratching' problem. Don't act sneaky, I've caught you doing it." Macaque sighed as he held up Wukongs hand. On his palms were deep scratch marks, blood spilling onto his wrists.

Wukong glared at the floor and grumbled, his fingers twitching as he muttered words under his breath. Macaque took a roll of bandages from the table and began wrapping the kings hand.

"You need something to fidget with. At this rate, your going to tear off your whole hand. You should try rhythm games. Do you like rubix cubes? Fidget cubes? Anything?" Macaque asked, focusing on the wrapping.

"Macaque, just drop this whole thing."

"Pardon?"

"It's no use, your efforts are going to waste. There's no point in trying to fix me."

"Shut up. I'm not giving up on you."

"WHY?! It's hopeless, I'm not getting any better at this! Why are you helping me in the first place?! Fuck, Macaque! If you never showed up, I could be drinking right now."

"Stuff it, peaches. I've already told you why I'm helping. Your trying to kill yourself with alcohol and I won't let that happen anymore."

"ERRRGGGHHHHHH! I hate you so much!"

"Yup, we've heard that one before. Now shut up before I wrap your face with this stuff."

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"What do you want for lunch?" Macaque asked as he made his way over to the small walk in kitchen.

"I'm not hungry." Wukong grumbled as he curled up on the couch and put his face in the cushions. Macaque sighed and said "Don't give me that bullshit. Your going to eat something today. If you don't pick, then I will. Macaroni it is." He shrugged as he reached into a shadow portal and took out two boxes of craft Mac and cheese.

Macaque knew that Wukong was trying to pussy his way out of eating, and he was going to make sure that the stupid red head got something down his throat. He took out a pot from a cabinet and began filling it with water. Once the pot was full, he put it on the stove and turned it up medium heat.

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"Wukong, quit biting the skin around your nails. Your going to get an infection."

"God, quit picking on me and let me live!"

Macaque shook his head as he poured the small noodles in the boiling water. He took a large, wooden spoon out of a drawer and set it to the side. He began pouring the powdered cheese in the boiling water, then mixed it thoroughly. A few minutes later, it was finished.

Macaque glided over to a cabinet and pulled out two glass bowls. He began walking over to the counter when he suddenly felt his six ears spring out of his head. He froze and realized that his hair dropped to his knees. His tail was it's natural white again. Macaque practically stopped breathing.

Wukong heard a loud crash from the kitchen and looked up, confused. The sound of glass shattering was loud and clear. He sat up and looked into the kitchen, but saw nobody there.