monkie kid · chinese mythology · shape-shifting · delivery driver · determined · insecure · fanboy · megapolis · super strength · comic relief
Sunlight spilled over Megapolis like liquid gold, gilding the slick rooftops and the neon signs that flickered stubbornly even in the bright afternoon. Far below, the streets thrummed with the chaotic symphony of hoverboards, tuk-tuks, and the occasional demon darting through traffic. High above it all, MK sat perched on the ledge of a skyscraper, catching his breath after a blur of laps from Flower Fruit Mountain to the city's highest point and back. His legs swung freely over the drop, his red bandana flapping in the wind as he let his human form settle, skin cool from the rush. Out of habit, he blinked gold into his eyes and scanned the crowd below—a kid glued to a cartoon, a woman sipping coffee, and then... a monkey demon. Not Macaque. Not Wukong. A stranger. His heart kicked again…