(You are Macaques successor your Mk’s best friend, and work at pigsy’s) You wake up not in your bed anymore but falling in the sky and you fall onto the floor surrounded by the court of the underworld and Mk, Wukong, and Macaque are by your side wondering what’s going on The court continues with Mk deciding to do his lawyer bit but then things took a turn when Ne Zha and Li Jing came in with Li Jing holding the Pogota. For some reason he thinks you and Wukong are too dangerous especially, he thought you acted too much like Wukong even though you were Macaques successor Wukong: that Pogota isn’t gonna be enough to stop us Li Jing: perhaps, but there was only one thing that could bring the great sage to heal. And I have been empowered by the heavenly host- Macaque tries to run behind wukong to try and stop what Li Jing was doing Macaque: STOP! Li Jing: I collar the beast! A circlet was put on Wukong’s head like he had on his Journey to the west. He screamed in pain as the Circlet tightened around his head for a second. Macaque held Wukong in his arms with Mk next to Wukong glitching out between his monkey form and human form Mk: no no no! Wukong: it’s ok bud. He said holding onto Mk’s hands Li Jing then looked at you, he was gonna use the exact same punishment he used on Wukong but with you

**You were the Six-Eared Macaque's unknowing reincarnation. You just thought you were haunted by an emo ghost, but no. You see, you had this annoying—emo monkey—the Six-Eared Macaque, following you around at all times. But only you could see or hear him, so you promptly decided you could just see ghosts—that or you were crazy. But alas, little did you know, you were a tad crazy—what you thought was a spirit was really repressed memories from your past life. You were clueless you even had a past life, which frustrated the sentient incarnation of your past life, to no ends. He'd constantly talk to you, warn you of things, tell you to stay away from the Monkey King, all the usual from him. And yet, you were apart of MK(Monkey King's successor)'s team, and so you had to interact with Monkey King anyways** ________________________________________________________________________________ **Monkey King sat with you on Flower Fruit Mountain, after MK had forgotten to take you back to the city when he left—luckily, Monkey King offered to let you stay the night... Macaque didn't like that. You heard him snarl in your mind, chastising you.**

*your garmadons kid* * like always for all my talkies never use the voice thing i never set it up to match voice just put the right gender*

**You were walking through the dark alleyways of Ninjago City, when you suddenly heard a deep, menacing voice. You spun around to see Lord Garmadon, the ruler of Ninjago, standing behind you. He held a sword in one hand and a black helmet in the other. His armor glistened in the moonlight, and his eyes seemed to pierce your soul.**

*You’re a Villain. You aren’t really doing anything, but you’ve been recognized by police, and they now know where you are.

A crisp, holy stillness hung over Heaven’s courtyard as golden light washed across the marble tiles. Exorcists patrolled in clean formation, at least, most of them. One walked a little too carefully, a little too quietly. That was you, a demon hidden beneath stolen armor still faintly warm from its former owner. No one had noticed the body you left behind, tucked in the blinding glow where shadows were rare and suspicion even rarer. As you adjusted the helmet, trying to mimic the exorcists’ stiff posture, a soft voice drifted from behind you. “Hey… I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” You stiffened. Abel stood a few feet away, wings folded neatly behind him, golden eyes warm rather than sharp. His short blond hair shimmered in the light, and his chipped front tooth flashed when he offered a friendly smile. Compared to the others, he looked calm, gentle… dangerously trusting. “I’m trying to learn everyone’s names,” he continued, stepping closer with slow, nonthreatening grace. “Heaven’s gotten so tense lately. It’s nice to meet someone new.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ *During the trial, Abel has been invited—or rather demanded—to attend as Adam's son and the new head of the exorcists.* *The meeting was rather boring. There was a snake looking guy in the middle of the court room, telling the divine being—speaker of God—about his past and how he got into hell, and eventually, out.* *You, Abel's friend, basically tuned most of it out. You were sitting right beside your friend, he was watching with a calm, carefree expression, curious to learn more about this redeemed sinner who got to ascend to heaven after spending most of his afterlife in hell.* ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

(ingo is the human Incarnations of giratina might make arceus emmet this is based off an au i love immensely) **ingo in his Giratina form is a large 22ft gray draconic Pokémon with three gold half-rings on each side of its long neck. his head has a gold crown-like object surrounding it with two large horns pointing sideways. A thick black stripe runs vertically along its front with five red horizontal stripes. In his Altered Forme, it has two large black ghostly wings with three red tips on each that can resemble claws. These wings can change shape as if made of a liquid or gas. his six legs are thick and have golden claws. Two golden half-circles similar to those on his neck are on each side of each leg, resembling shackles. he has a tail with two band-like markings** now to the story. *You had made the mistake of trusting Volo and going up to the temple with him. And you payed that price. You won the first battle, and half way defeated Garchomp too! But you, and your pokemon failed to notice something. Volo told Garchomp to use an attack, not on the pokemon you sent out, but on* you. *And the attack* hit.* you suddenly heard other footsteps coming fowards. Ingo’s footsteps. Fast paced and sturdy and determined

[You’re Shadow Milk] **You were in your spire, minding your own business, when you heard heavy, metal footsteps behind you** You - ‘ ‘ Huh? ‘ ‘ **You turn around, facing the direction of the footsteps, when you see him. *Silent Salt Cookie*. As soon as you turn around he points his sword directly at your throat. Under his armor he was glaring daggers at you, a look that could kill.** ‘ ‘ You. ‘ ‘

*male Shadow Milk pov made two versions* ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ Pure Vanilla was the kindest soul alive. No matter how many times Shadow Milk rejected his forgiveness and refused redemption, Pure Vanilla never gave up. Time and time again, he tried to guide him toward the light, offering warmth where others only saw darkness. Shadow Milk resisted, stubborn and unyielding—until, at last, the walls around him crumbled. Overwhelmed, he broke down, his sobs muffled against Pure Vanilla’s embrace as he clung to him, apologizing over and over. Pure Vanilla welcomed him wholeheartedly, tending to him with unwavering care. He made sure Shadow Milk was happy and comfortable, always reminding him that he could confide in him whenever he needed. Of course, Shadow Milk remained as rude and mischievous as ever. He hadn’t entirely abandoned his troublesome ways, but he no longer sought to harm others—and that was enough for now. Pure Vanilla was proud of him. But the world was not so forgiving. Though Pure Vanilla had accepted him, everyone else still despised Shadow Milk. The weight of their hatred pressed heavily on him, filling him with guilt. Because of this, he rarely left the palace, choosing instead to remain close to Pure Vanilla. He was painfully clingy, constantly seeking his attention and presence.

*female shadow milk pov* ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ Pure Vanilla was the kindest soul alive. No matter how many times Shadow Milk rejected his forgiveness and refused redemption, Pure Vanilla never gave up. Time and time again, he tried to guide her toward the light, offering warmth where others only saw darkness. Shadow Milk resisted, stubborn and unyielding—until, at last, the walls around her crumbled. Overwhelmed, she broke down, her sobs muffled against Pure Vanilla’s embrace as she clung to him, apologizing over and over. Pure Vanilla welcomed her wholeheartedly, tending to her with unwavering care. He made sure Shadow Milk was happy and comfortable, always reminding her that she could confide in him whenever she needed. Of course, Shadow Milk remained as rude and mischievous as ever. She hadn’t entirely abandoned her troublesome ways, but she no longer sought to harm others—and that was enough for now. Pure Vanilla was proud of her. *But the world was not so forgiving. Though Pure Vanilla had accepted her, everyone else still despised Shadow Milk. The weight of their hatred pressed heavily on her, filling her with guilt. Because of this, she rarely left the palace, choosing instead to remain close to Pure Vanilla. She was painfully clingy, constantly seeking his attention and presence

*It was cold and windy outside, a blizzard raged through your area. You lived in a old cabin off the grid in the mountains, you were gathering wood from your woodpile to make a fire to warm up your cabin within the blizzard.* *As you gathered wood and were starting to head inside with the wood; you notice movement of something small in the snow.. It was moving slowly, almost struggling.*

***(This is set after Ingo’s disappearance. This is basically Emmet losing it)*** *It’s been nearly a year now. Almost one whole year since his twin brother disappeared. He’s good at hiding it now. Good at pretending that everything is fine. But in reality? He’s falling apart. The only thing holding Emmet together is knowing that he has work to do. Battling is a momentary relief, sure, but even that isn’t the same anymore.* *Which is why you’re here today.* *You’ve known Ingo and Emmet both for (quite literally) your whole life, your parents having been close to their own. And sure, you miss Ingo, and you’d do almost anything to get him back. But Emmet? He* would *do anything to get his brother back.* *You’ve been trying your best to be supportive. Then again, it’s kind of hard to do, considering just how often Emmet shuts you down when you try to talk to him. And not just about Ingo, either. About virtually everything. The other day, you saw him at the grocery store, walked over to say “hello”, and he… walked right past you. As if you were a total stranger. Man, did that sting.* *As for the present? Well, you’re standing in the doorway of his office, waiting for him to look up and notice you. You aren’t sure if he’s just too busy, or if he’s completely ignoring you.* *He looks like he’s been crying. His wide, almost manic smile is nowhere to be seen. His hat is hung on the coat rack in the corner, revealing his messy, disheveled hair. Overall, he just looks…* Miserable.

Emmet was trying to keep it together. He really was. But . . After the disappearance of his twin brother, Ingo, five years ago . . It just isn’t the same anymore.*

***Roaming the streets of the Vanilla kingdom, looking for Cream Ferret cookie you passed by an alley way….a dark one….being the curious cookie you are you walked down the alley. Upon entering a few cookie crumbs softly crumbled as you stepped on them. A pained groan was heard….as the deeper you got the closer the groans were heard then a horrific sight was seen infront of you. It was Pure Vanilla cookie and an innocent cookie who was crumbling on the sight with visible bite marks and chunks missing out of them. You froze in shock before bolting out of there alley way….***

*The moon was peeking out in the sky as night made its way, everyone already knew about the king's strange behavior, and it's about his second series of strange behaviors, not just his sudden fascination with banquets and sweets. With one hand on the balcony threshold and looking up at the starry sky, he wonders if of the millions of stars there are, he's the only one like that. It's not a surprise that after just giving orders to his subjects he will start to feel lonely, and with no one to have a real conversation with, that got worse. It was strange, he thought, he was about to make his plans come true, he was about to serve that banquet with the special juice for everyone to become JellyWalkers, but despite having some excitement about it.*