Crumbling Despair.

3 Separate Fates

Wukong's section.

"It's been a month already. I..I miss him." Said a sorrowed voice. "Mk. Buddy. I'm sorry. I'.. so so so sorry." It said again with a saddened shaky voice. Ah.. this voice isn't mysterious. This isn't any old voice. It just so happened to be the golden man himself, Sun. Wukong. "I should have been better. I could've prevented all of this." Tears are streaming down his face. The saddest part is that despite it not being his fault..he just. To him, it feels like it's his fault. "I...I could h-have." His voice is so shaky that he can't talk properly. This person who was seen as all-powerful.. suddenly struck down by his own emotion. Can you blame him..? The feeling of responsibility for the death of someone is..heavy on the mind. Wukong can't think straight he feels like he wants to throw up. His vision is blurry from all of the tears in his eyes. There's no real way to make him feel better right now. No way to make him calm down. Eventually, as he has been doing for the past couple of weeks. He ended up crying himself to sleep. Poor Wukong. Ever since the [Incident] he hasn't eaten or drank anything. He's gotten thinner. It's bringing worry to many who are on good terms with him.

(Macaque's section)

Macaque is in a shadowed place a calm but chaotic place. The wind blows and purple flames light the way. What is this place, is it a part of his dimension? A soft song plays in the distance. No No. Far from soft. A music box song That had been on a loop for..quite some time. "For a whole week. This song. Keeps playing." Macaque said with an already aggressive attitude. "If it plays any longer I'll go insane. I try to follow it. It gets further. But just when I start to lose track of it. It gets louder. What's the point." He continued with his rant of sorts. I guess talking to himself is a way to cope with the ongoing situation. Yet again Macaque still remembers her words. What she did to that poor boy. The wind blows and some flames are extinguished and now It becomes darker. "I leave this place every day and it follows me out. I. Can't. Trap. It." The wind blows harder. From 10 to 6..the flames keep going out, it gets darker. "If I cover my ears I still hear it. If I try to embrace it. It goes away. Then I end up thinking I'm alright. And it comes back LOUDER AND LOUDER." the song indeed had gotten louder, as if it were trying to drown out macaque's words. The wind targets the flames behind Macaque. 4 flames remain, It's gotten darker. "AND THIS. STUPID. WIND. IT KEEPS KNOCKING THE LIGHT OUT." The melody that played on the loop continued, only driving him onto the verge of sanity. The wind targeted more light. 1 remains. Only light a small portion of land around him. He gets down onto the ground. His head is on the floor his hands covering his ears. He wants to rip them off..he wants to deafen himself. This song drives him mad. Mixing this with his already negative thoughts from Mk's..passing... ... You get a horrible result. "MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP." the wind dies down only forming a circle, the final flame. it pillared up into the air and then was put out almost instantly. It's quiet. Macaque is quiet. There's no more song. No more sound. Nothing. Anywhere. Nothing. No one. Only Macaque. Only Macaque and his shattered mind. He stayed down. Still covering his ears. Still pleading for it to stop.. despite it being gone. He's become. something else.

A continuation tw:blood mention self-harm

A flame lit up shortly after this whole incident. 1..2.. 3 and 4. He lifted his head. He wondered if it was finally over.
But..he felt a drip of liquid hit his hand. 1 drip. 2 drip. 4 drip..? 6 drips..? He looked down at his hands only to see a handful of crimson. His head started to hurt badly and his vision blurred. He saw his own..blood in his hands.. he reached up to feel his ears and felt moist ripped skin along with his fur (hair? Fur for sure.) He tried speaking but couldn't hear his voice. He followed the light but when he looked into it he felt nauseous. He picked up a rock and dropped it on the ground. No sound. It seems like he did more than just cover his ears. He destroyed them.

Mei's section Tw: self-harm

Oh, Poor baby. She's stress eating at the moment. Trying to forget that he died. Trying to make it seem as if he's still here. Just on a trip someplace else. She's done nothing but cry about his death for this whole little month. She hasn't reached out to the others for comfort..yet. and the only thing keeping her going is her hope that..he might not be gone. After all, this is Mk we're talking about.. he'll find a way right.? "This is..alright. He'll be back. Mk always finds a way to bounce back. Th..there's no way he's really gone." She tried to reassure herself that this was no more than some. Bad dream. She had lost her voice already from a.. previous rage. Screams and destruction but all in a small place. Her throat hurt from her yelling so now she's eating some smooth cold foods to ease the pain. "I don't like this. This has to be a nightmare. Just a long nightmare." Well. She tells herself this every night. So far it isn't. This is just one big pain-filled event. Mei had finally stopped eating but her throat still hurt. It was stinging in pain. She figured that it won't be as bad as the pain that was about to come. Mei has been..well.. taking her anger out on herself..||she's been. You know. Causing harm to herself. Bruises on her legs. Small cuts here and there. This is the lowest point in her life. The point of low where she harms herself. Though pain in her legs made it hard to walk she still does it. Not all the time but. Some marks never left||. Poor girl doesn't deserve this sadness. She has to battle thoughts that would send someone off the edge. Nonetheless, she lives because her only hope is that Mk is out there somewhere. Just trying to find his way home. But..that won't happen..will it.

Continuation Tw: self-harm blood mention.

"Oh mei, Sweetie...You've gone through some tough times. You don't have to harm yourself. You don't have to..cut away at your legs. You don't have to beat and bruise yourself. You don't need to have that mindset sweetie." That's what she's been told by quite a few people. But it didn't matter to her. She does it anyways because nothing else releases stress. A dark runny crimson spills from her legs almost every day. She always will be able to look down and see that her legs are bruised in several areas. It hurts so much that she sometimes can't even stand. If she can't stand she'll crawl. Whatever she wants to do... she's so.. determined. Why bother doing this? Would Mk want this to happen...
... It doesn't matter right now. Does it? It's over the days becomes more obvious to her that Mk is dead. There's no bouncing back from what happened. And with every day that passes more harm is done. It's been a month and 6 days. She doesn't even stand anymore. She's stopped the harm to herself but. That doesn't change the damage dealt.