#THE WAY HE JUST TURNED COLD ALL OF A SUDDEN AND I OOP— 😗😗😗😗😗

[an0therperson]

Imagine making an au where everyone is the same except for Tang who’s evil 😗

Anyways, short story who? (And should I continue-)

Evil Tang Au: How they found out Tang was evil

TW: Slight depictions of Bl00d (nothing detailed)

Glass, all over the floor. Shattered wood from the walls, floor, tables, and chairs, almost a sharp as knives. The once lively restaurant that was Pigsy’s Noodles was now in shambles.

MK lay in the center of the floor, ears ringing from the sudden blast. For some reason, he couldn’t find his staff. Mei had gotten slammed against the back wall, unconscious, and slumped against it on the ground. There’s was blood coming down from her forehead, along with various cuts that had torn up her jacket and littered her arms and legs. Pigsy was behind the counter. He had hit his head against the stovetop, and was watching everything through foggy vision as he couldn’t focus on anything.

As the ringing in MK’s ears quieted, he could hear…. He could hear slurping? Groggily, MK turned his head towards the noise.

There, sitting at the counter, untouched, and unalarmed by what had just happened, sat Tang as he ate a bowl of noodles. “M..Mr. Tang?” MK spoke in utter confusion. The man turned his head towards him in an almost bored manner. “Oh, MK, you’re awake!” The scholar stood up, still holding the bowl of noodles. “Funny, I thought you’d be the one who was unconscious, seeing as you got the brunt of the blast. Guess you have good Ol’ Monkey King to thank for that. Oh well, not like it matters that much, we got what we came for.” Tang drank the last of the broth from the bowl, sighed contently, then dropped it. It shattered across the floor, also shattering the eerie silence that had unwittingly filled the restaurant.

“Oops.” He said, stepping over the broken bowl, as he began walking towards the exit. ‘But wait..’, through the fog in MK’s head, he echoed what his teacher and friend had said. “‘We’?” The student asked. Tang turned slightly towards the boy. There was a smile on his face, but no kindness in his eyes. Was this really the same man who he’d been laughing with not even 5 minutes ago? “Yes MK, ‘we’.” There was a small chuckle from the shop’s entry. The brunette on the floor lifted his head slightly, only to see a familiar, too-wide grin, from someone who was definitely, not the mayor. He had his arms crossed as he leaned against what remained of the doorway.

More and more puzzle pieces began to click in the boys head. “You’re… working for the Lady bone demon.” It was more of a statement then a question, but Tang turned to face MK fully. “Yes, I’m glad you could figure it out on your own, well done MK!” He spoke in a condescending tone, or a tone you’d use to speak to a toddler, or a dog.

“Why?” Was the only thing MK could say before his vision began to cloud and fog over.

Still smiling in that cold way, the scholar slowly started walking towards the boy who was fighting for consciousness. “Would you like me to tell you a story MK?” He didn’t let MK respond, as when he took a step towards MK a gold streak flashed across his vision, sending a searing pain through the boy. He let out a yell of pain, his mind now clear enough to focus on the man he had called his friend, but his body wouldn’t move. Paralyzed.

“In a past lifetime, there was a young boy. Everyone around him told him he was to be a great man. Told him his fate had been decided. They taught him that he had to be kind or he wouldn’t fit his roll. They told him he had to be kind, or else he’d be punished by a greater power. So the boy grew up, holding his tongue as he was told to do so. He did whatever he was told to do, he did whatever he was asked. He followed the fate that was placed before him unwillingly. Of course he has to. He was a great man, and he had to be good, and kind. He had to fit in his roll. And so he bit is tongue and smiled. He smiled as he became the great man he was fated to be. He smiled as he was almost killed, just for existing. He smiled as his ‘disciples’ nearly killed him in turn when they were supposed to be protecting him. He smiled as he forgave those who didn’t deserve his forgiveness. He smiled as he was mocked for being so weak. He smiled. Because that was his roll. That was that fate he had. His fate, which he never had a choice in. The fate he didn’t ask for, and didn’t want.”

By the time he finished, he was standing right next to MK. His smile had grown bitter and sour, almost a sneer, and his eyes had grown a distain in them as he looked down his nose at the powerless boy. “Tragic, isn’t it? Would you like to know what happens next?” All MK could do was stare as he continued. “He got a second chance. He got to start over. To have a better life. To have a life he chooses to have. A life where he chooses his own fate. A life where he doesn’t have to live at the mercy of some damn demons.”

He spit the last word out with a venom on his tongue. “And he won’t make the same mistakes twice.” He finished with a cold smile returning. He tilted his head down slightly. “You know, I did like you MK. I really did.” A gold symbol appeared under MK.

“It’s a shame you’re Monkey King’s successor. But, I suppose the only one to blame is yourself.” A burning sensation flared all throughout MK’s body, causing him to once again yell in pain, as he felt his energy being sucked out of him, along with the powers of Monkey King.

“You should have never picked up that staff.”

Then everything faded to black.