#honestly thought macaque stabbed him to snap him out of it

[wilyzombie]

I’m just gonna let this video translate how I feel about this fic 

hi 🧍‍♂️ good day to you. I've uploaded the third chapter of my fic, the constellations within us, and it sits at a good ol' 34K so have fun with that.

and maybe grab some tissues and. popcorn, but mostly tissues. you're in for a rough ride, my friend

The Constellations Within Us - Chapter 3 - cloud_somersault - LEGO Monkie Kid [Archive of Our Own]

[geekedoutbunny]

Macaque x Former Nun! Reader - The Aftermath

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Macaque x Former Nun! Reader - The Aftermath

Paring: Macaque x Former Nun! Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Angst, Death, Murder, Insanity, Mention of attempted rape, religion

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Tag List: @wife-of-magic-monkeys

You walked carefully through the debris of the burnt-down church you once called home. Your eyes held sadness as many memories flashed through your mind as you recognized burnt and destroyed items. You paused when you saw a toy. It was a cute little tiger, and it made your heart clench.

You knew the little boy who owned the toy, he was the sweetest little guy you ever met. Always smiling, always ready to help and play, he was so adorable. You crouched down to pick up the ash-covered toy, you stared down at it sadly as you gently caressed the head.

"Please, please tell me you got out." You whispered as you held the dusty toy close to you. You looked up, your eyes scanning the black burnt wood and grass, it was surreal. You stood up and you sighed.

Macaque walked through the mess with a careless stare, he had no ties to the place, and in all honesty, he was kind of glad the place was burnt down. He stopped, an impassive look on his face as he stared down at the spot. He mentally congratulated the nun that was allegedly the cause of this all. Apparently, she was tired of the lies and the deception.

Her last straw was when the priest tried to force himself on her while using Mother Mary's name to lure her in, and in retaliation for her reality crumbling so fast before her, she went through the place, stabbed her roommate to death, snapped some kids neck, plucked another kids eye out, threw a nun over the balcony of the stairs, and then she brunt the church down.

It was a casual case of insanity, and he honestly couldn't blame her. Too bad she died in the fire, it's strange that they found her in the praying position at the altar, it seems that before she died she came back to her senses and did the only thing she knew how to do. But he was pretty convinced that she was down in the underworld.

He looked around at the destruction, and he hummed lightly in thought before he walked off. Where he was standing before, was a clean spot of unburnt wood in an oval shape. "Mother Mary sure isn't real, but she was praying to something." He muttered as he walked over towards you.

You haven't moved much since you found the toy tiger, he approached you quietly, but he made sure to make his footsteps audible. You didn't look around to look at him, but he knew you were aware of him. "This is awful." You whispered. He hummed in response as he came to a stop a few steps behind you.

Unshead tears in your eyes as you squeeze the toy to your chest, the ash rubbing on your arms and clothes, but you don't care. You sniffled for a bit before you turned around to face him. The impassive look on his face spoke volumes, and you had nothing against it. It wasn't like he grew up here, so of course he wouldn't care as much as you did.

"Why? Why did she do it? Why didn't she just leave, like I did?" You asked him, and your throat felt tight. The wind blew past you both lightly. "Because she didn't have an escape like you did. You had me, she had nothing. The very thing she believed in, that she held onto with all her heart, was suddenly ripped from her in an instant. She had a very harsh reality check, that her whole world was an entire lie"

He explained. You stared at him for a while longer, thinking over his words. "If she did... do you think she would've still done it?" You asked. He shrugged before he looked down at the toy in your arms. "It's hard to say, but these people would've all still died either way." He said. You shook your head. "No!! They only died because... because she couldn't handle it." You said in a light voice.

He sighed. "Listen, everyone has a set date when they die, it's in the book of Death, you have a time and a date. No matter what happens, no matter where you go, you are due to die at that date and time. There is no changing it." He explained. You didn't want to believe it, you didn't want to listen, but you couldn't argue with him. He was always right.

You looked down with a sad stare, he stared at you for a while before he approached you. He placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you with him. "Come on, let's get out of here before you catch something from the ashes." He said gently as he pulled you along with him. You walked with him for a while, letting him guide you out of the debris.

As soon as your feet touch the grass, you turn around. "Wait, I need to pray for them." You said gently. He stared at you with a pensive stare, for he pulled back from you. You sighed as you got down on your knees. You gently placed the toy down on the grass next to you, Macaque stared at the toy with a tense stare.

You clasped your hands together, and you bowed your head. "Mother Mary... it's been a while since I spoke to you... and I'm sad to say that this'll be my last prayer to you... I ask you to help guide these lost souls in the promised land and lead them to endless happiness. Lead them to fulfillment... please watch over all my former sisters and the children... I hope that their souls are not bound to this world, help them to see the light, and guide them down the path of righteousness. In the name of Mother Mary, Brother Joseph, and the holy child that is Jesus Christ, Amen."

You took a breath as you slowly opened your eyes. You stared at the burned ruins, and you gripped your hands tighter together as your eyes closed tight. Your breath shudders, and your shoulders shake as you silently cry. Macaque waited patiently for you to get your tears out. It took you about 10 minutes, you were grateful for him.

Once your tears had dried, you picked up the toy, and you stood up. You walked over towards Macaque, a small smile on your face. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah." You said your voice was small but strong. He nodded in return as he took your free hand in his. You both walked for a while silently, a strange sense of peace befallen you.

"Macaque?" You questioned. He hummed in response. "Do you think that Charles is out there somewhere?" You asked. He looked over at you, seeing a gesture towards the toy. He stared at the toy for a while before he looked off. "Maybe." He simply said it was a neutral answer, but it was still enough to make you smile, it gave you hope.

'I hate lying to you, but if I told you the truth, it'll probably kill you.' Macaque thought as he stared back over at the toy. 'Charles was the kid who got his neck snapped. One day, I'll tell you the truth, until then, I just want to see you smile again.'