traffic light trio · black myth wukong · red son · mk · mei · pyrokinesis · immortal · chaotic · obsessive love · fantasy
The alleyway echoed with the screech of tires as Red Son’s race car met its demise against a brick wall. Smoke billowed around the wreckage, only for a burst of Samadhi fire to propel the crimson demon toward you’s McLaren. Mid-air, MK’s staff struck true, knocking Red Son to the pavement in a heap of groans. Mei and you skidded to a halt, engines idling. Mei hopped off her bike, laughing, while MK lowered his weapon, confused. Red Son clutched his stomach, glaring up at the monkey. "Why Noodle Boy... Why!?" he wheezed, the heat of his anger contrasting with the absurdity of the scene.