#you're a little tragedy

[hyperfixation-train-station]

✧ masterlist ✧

these are most of my hyperfixations at the moment and most likely what i am going to be writing for in the future.

✧ eric coulter

you're a little tragedy ✧ prologue - complete ✧ character aesthetic - complete ✧ chapter 1 - complete ✧ chapter 2 - complete ✧ chapter 3 - complete ✧chapter 4 - next stop, coming soon...

✧ tobias eaton / four

✧ ghost

✧ konig

other things i will be writing about in the future

coming soon...

[hyperfixation-train-station]

this is also eric and wyn coded tbh

where?

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

[arohuacheng]

imagining the story from pei ming's perspective is rlly funny i think. this god from all that time ago ascends again (you were there for the first two times) and immediately waltzes into a situation that fucks something up for your descendant (putting both of your reputations on the line, messing up how hard your descendant worked to become a god and how hard you worked to ensure that he would have that chance) and then refuses to let you smooth the situation out and on TOP of that your friend's little sister (who hates you and who you are trying to look out for by request of your friend) is on your case about it too. so you've gotta work all that out and then like. you chill for a little bit (still kind of upset about your descendant) until your friend undergoes a heavenly calamity. and then in the space of like A Day the god from earlier shows up again with a fucking ghost king, your friend dies, the little sister you're supposed to be looking out for disappears, and everything just kinda goes to shit. so you're like. grieving. trying to process everything. until your OTHER close friend goes off the fucking rails with the spirit of that guy she murdered, and then you get called out to the spooky ghost mountain where you're confronted with the girl whose death YOU were essentially responsible for and have never really come to terms with, and then like. you just kind of hang out with these gay people until everything resolves itself. fight some ghosts. fight the heavenly emperor. get your friend to stop being evil for a little while so she can fix the filing systems. and then you just have to keep being the god of love i guess

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

i did end up wearing a costume for the night :)

cost calculation:

choppy ass haircut: $0

mom's turtleneck: $0

crochet kim dokja squid plush (commissioned from friend): $70

empty jelly snack jar: $0

white lab coat from when i had to take a science elective: $9 (+ $0 for sash that i recycled from the hem)

thrifted uniqlo slacks: $25

boots haggled from outdoor market: $60 (i'm not good at haggling)

total: 164 USD over the course of 2 years

number of people who understood the reference: 3 (1 of them thought i was femme kim dokja)

number of people who thought i was an unethical marine biologist: more than 3

[sidereon-spaceace]

torn between wanting to make all my ocs Specialest Little Guys and overpowered VS. the fact I just finished watching all three extended editions of Lord of the Rings and am deeply moved by the struggles and worth of the common man

[lamentable-comedy]

okay so you're 24, and you've kind of always lived in the shadow of your sister and how great she is. not only is she significantly older than you, she's also the smartest, and the most powerful, and most impressive, and everything everyone could want her to be. so you play the rebel. you don't take anything seriously, you fuck around, you have fun, you sneak out at night. you travel halfway across the world, cause you're young and you're powerful and you have more to learn and you might not be totally over that guy you were dating and anyway why would you bother to stay where you're always being compared to the best?

and then she dies.

she was the best and she died and suddenly you're back home, in the house that still has your teenage angst literally painted on the walls of your room. she's dead, and you're spending most of your time helping her husband raise your nephew when you were supposed to be being young and reckless while she was impressive and powerful and everything she's always been, but she's gone and you're not her.

you watch her husband fall apart. you watch everything she stood for get overturned. you watch her son grow up with a memory instead of a mother. what are you supposed to do? you can't lead a war, you can't raise a child, you can't do what she would be doing if she were here.

by the time you're 30, your brother-in-law's moved on to someone else, like you can just replace the best, and the more time passes the less anyone else around you seems to understand how much they lost. how much they are still losing by not having her here and you

can't.

be.

her.

you never could. no one could. and that was fine when she was still here, but she's gone and it took everything from you, it upturned your whole life, and now you've got to try to keep going despite that?

you know what, fiona pitch, i get it.

[starculler]

strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

[sanflawoah]

The Third Prince (小张太子)

[scribefindegil]

addendum to my ongoing "Reigen is a Discworld witch" agenda: Mogami is very specifically a Discworld witch who went bad

[hyperfixation-train-station]

Chapter 2

✧ Word Count: 2545 words

✧ Author’s Note: Just finished this chapter today, I will me writing a lot more tomorrow so chapter should be coming out a bit quicker in the future.

✧ Summary: This is Eric's POV of what happened in Chapter one, plus the aftermath of what is to come after Wyn sees thew doctors at the infirmary, lets just say that Max has a plan that Eric isn't too thrilled about and Four thinks is hilarious.

✧ Warnings: foul language

✧ Tag List: @mischief-merlyn

Being in leadership at such a young age should be an honour, and it is, but right now more than anything I would rather jump into the chasm than being the leader that has to deal with more initiates. I swear they get worse every single year, we get people that think all Dauntless do is jump off shit and get tattoos, which I mean we do, but there is a lot more to it than that.

I look down at my watch and sigh, the train should be here soon. I wonder how many people will not jump off the train and need to be rounded up later this year. I mean honestly I don’t know what they expect us to do when they don’t jump off the train, every faction knows that the trains don’t stop, not that we would ever stop the trains for cowards that are too scared to jump off anyway. I guess it just makes the initiation process easier as it gets rid of the weak cowards early on. I start to feel the rumble of the train and I look up to see the first train car reach the roof. I watch a sea of black jump out of the first car, ah yes the Dauntless borns, and… wait is that white I see jumping out of the first car as well? Well i��ll be damned, a new initiate from Candour made it into the first car with the Dauntless borns

“That’s a rare sight, a Candour made it to the front of the train with the Dauntless born” Max, the leader of leaders in Dauntless, says

“Don’t get too impressed Max, initiates always have a way to let us down after doing something mildly Dauntless like” I mutter, Max just chuckles and rolls his eyes at me.

“You’re no fun, have at least a little faith in them” he says, I scoff, to which he just laughs at again.

My eyes begin to drift over the crowd, I don’t really know what I am looking for, my eyes seem to have a mind of their own and who am I to stop them from finding whatever they are looking for. Then I see her and immediately know that she was what I was looking for, the same brown doe eyes that I saw a little over a year ago now, those eyes were seared in my memory that night I found her. I never thought I would see the little Candour girl I saved from her own faction again. It was all luck that I even stumbled upon her and the group of Candour boys attacking her in the first place. It was one of my first patrols after initiation, I had turned down the wrong alley and gotten lost when I saw her. She had made eye contact with me before the boys even knew I was there. Although she never said anything I could see her eyes begging me to save her and well apparently I can’t say no to brown doe eyes. I mean sure I would’ve done something either way because those boys were disgusting, taking pleasure in attacking someone so much smaller than them, but I had never felt such a primal rage in my life before seeing her eyes plead for help. For a second I wonder if she recognizes me, but all the confirmation I need to know that she does is looking into her pretty brown eyes. I can almost see the anxiety building up inside her when she looks away and wraps her arms around herself for comfort, but instead of letting it take over, I watch as she forces her arms to hang by her side and keep eye contact with me. The sight makes me fill with pride, it seems the little deer has found her confidence. I suppress a grin, well maybe this initiation class just got a lot more interesting

“I’ll leave the introduction to you” Max says, breaking my train of thought. I sigh and mutter ‘lazy fuck’ under my breath to which Max simply grins at.

"All right, listen up!" I yell, instantly silencing the crowd,

"I'm Eric. I'm one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in." I motion off the ledge I am standing on. I feel a wave of unease and confusion run through the initiates and it makes me grin, this is one of my favourite parts, scaring the shit out of the initiates. I find myself looking to see the reaction of what I said on the little deers face, but she has a look of indifference, almost like she is thinking about how inefficient this entrance would be to use everyday. The thought is amusing to me, I look at the rest of the crowd and continue. 

"And if you don't have the guts to jump..." I pause, looking around the crowd once again "then you don't belong in Dauntless."

"Is there water at the bottom, or something?" a loud mouth Candour boy asks. I scoff, but I also catch a slight scoff from the little deer… I’ve got to stop calling her that and figure out her name. She must also hate the fact that her birth faction does not have the ability to shut up for longer than 30 minutes. 

"I guess you'll find out." I say while I give the boy a once over "Or not." I shrug. I hear a small chuckle and my eyes dart to the noise, of course it is her, the little deer.  

“Well who wants to go first” I say crossing my arms, I am starting to get bored of this process already. I think that is a new record. I wait for someone to volunteer.

“Me” Little deer says and she starts to walk over to the edge where I am standing. She steps up onto the ledge, I have to stop myself from offering her my hand to help her up, what is wrong with me? I never have feelings like this, let alone about an initiate. She makes eye contact with me now that she is beside me on the ledge, then she looks down at the hole in the roof. I see her about to step off the ledge when I am hit by a streak of blue, which sends me into my little deer and now we are both falling off the ledge.  All I hear as the two of us fall is an unfamiliar voice yell

“Wait no I want to go first” and Max yell,

“What the fuck”

My brain is working on overdrive as I realise there is a real chance that I could land on my little deer… wait mine?... Shut up inner monologue, now is not the time. Seems all I needed to do to get my mind working again was look to my left and see her falling with me.

“Oh fuck” I mutter and reach out to grab her arm, at least she isnt flailing around. I pull her towards me and make sure that she is above me so I take the impact when we hit the net. I pull her against my chest and then we hit the net. We bounce once, twice, smack, her head bounces off of mine. When we are finally flat on the net I hear a groan as her head pops up from against my chest to look at me.

“Why the fuck is your head so goddamn hard” She mutters at me with an angry expression on her face, she looks about as dangerous as a kitten and I can’t help but chuckle. 

“Um Eric? And a new person? Why did you guys jump together?” I hear Four ask from the side of the net. I look over at him and make a ‘bitch are you dumb’ face.

“Obviously we didn’t do this on purpose Four, some idiot Erudite boy ran at her so he could be the first jumper instead, but knocked me off and well I accidentally hit her and took her down with me” I grumble, as I lift her off of me and hand her over to Four. After she is off of me I climb off the net myself.  

“Are you hurt?” Four askes her, she looks up and starts laughing at him. Four gives me a confused look and I just shrug. 

“Ha ha there are four of you spinning around just like the number and your name” she tells him while laughing, Four and I make eye contact and cringe a little, she probably has a concussion. 

“I think she is concussed” He said

“Yeah she smacked her forehead against mine when we landed, I’ll take her to the infirmary while you and Lauren deal with the rest of them” I say, I turn to her and my brain decides this is the perfect time to find out her name. 

“What’s your name?” I ask her while holding onto her shoulder so she focuses on me instead of giggling at whatever she is seeing float in the air.

“Wyn” she says, “But like spelt W-Y-N… I’m pretty sure” she continues while rubbing her head. Well I hope she was right, or that will be the name she is stuck here with anyway.

“Okay, First jumper Wyn” Four yells to the others.

“Alright ready to go” I ask, I contemplate letting her try to walk beside me to the infirmary, but seeing as she saw four of Four earlier, with my luck she’d walk off another ledge somewhere. I decide it will just be easier to carry her, so I pick her up bridal style. It wasn't until I picked her up that I realised how small she is. I'm glad to see she isn’t skin and bone, that would now end well for her here if she was. But she sure as hell is short. 

“I could walk” She said

“You could, but this is easier, I don’t need you getting lost on the way and I have to come back and find you anyway” I tell her. I watch her huff and cross her arm in a pout. I can’t help but smile down at her, I could get used to having her in my arms more. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, now is not the time for that.

“Whatever you’re lucky i’m tired anyway” Wyn muttered while leaning on my shoulder and closing her eyes

“Wait no don’t sleep… shit” I say, shaking her a little to try and keep her awake but it is of no use, she is sound asleep. I sigh and continue to walk towards the infirmary. I pay no mind to the shocked and confused looks my other Dauntless members give me. Must be a shock for them to see the big bad Eric carrying a sleeping girl around the compound. 

Once I make it to the infirmary, nurses come up and rush me to put Wyn down on the bed. I do so and get out of their way so they can do whatever they need to do. I answer their questions on what happened. After about 15 minutes they tell me that she is fine, just concussed and that they will call me when she wakes up. They guess it will take 3-5 days for her to be fully healed thanks to the new treatment Erudite made for concussions. But that someone will need to monitor her the whole time. I thank them for their help, as the last people you want to hate you here at Dauntless are the nurses so I make sure to stay on their good side. They shoo me away to leave Wyn to rest. 

I make my way to Max’s office to discuss what we should do and what our next steps are seeing as she will need a permanent babysitter for the next week. I knocked on Max’s office door and entered after he confirmed he was there. 

“Well just got back from the infirmary, our first jumper Wyn will need to be monitored for a minimum of 3 days according to the nurses.” I tell Max

“So essentially she can’t live in the dorms right now and needs to live with a Dauntless member until she’s deemed healed by the doctor” Max says 

“Pretty much, any idea who would have space for that and actually make sure she doesn’t die?” I ask him 

“I feel like it is pretty obvious Eric” Mac says to me with a grin on his face that makes me feel uneasy

“I don’t like that grin… who do you have in mind… wait, nope I refuse, I like my space and I don’t share” I tell Max, crossing my arms, in reality I wouldn’t mind having to look after Wyn, but at the same time having her in my personal space could be dangerous. 

“Oh come on Eric, it’s not like i’m saying she is permanently moving in with you, you make the most sense, you’re a leader that is overseeing initiation and Four is your neighbour. So he could watch her when you can” Max says 

“You want Four and I to split custody of her?” I ask, Max gives me a pointed look, I know that look, it means his decision is final and I have no choice, I sigh, “Fine, i’ll go make the spare bed for her” I mutter walking out of Max’s office, not before seeing his smirk. He is doing thing in purpose to torture me.

I run into Four and the other initiates while walking back to the training room. Four looks at me and shakes his head, great even he doesn’t have faith in this initiation class and he actually is nice to people. I sigh and walk beside him. 

“I’m getting a roommate that we are supposed share custody of according to Max for a week” I mutter, Four raises his eyebrows in confusion, “Wyn, the first jumper, she has a concussion and with the new treatment from Erudite she has to be monitored the whole time until she is fully healed and apparently Max decided I was the best person for that” I continue, Four bursts out a laugh and I see the initiates give us a confused look,

 “What the fuck are you looking at” I bark out at them well elbowing Four hinting ag him to get his manical laughing under control, the initiates immediately apologize and look away,

“Sorry, sorry” Four says as I glare at him, “He thought you would be the best? That’s hilarious” he continues, before I can punch the stupid grin off his face my phone buzzes, I see it’s a message from the infirmary that Wyn is awake and she is ready to be discharged.

“Oh shut up” I mutter, “Finish up the tour and make sure the initiates are on time for dinner, I don’t need another scolding about not feeding the initiates” I tell him 

“Yes sir” Four says while saluting at me, I roll my eyes and head back to the infirmary to pick up Wyn.

[hyperfixation-train-station]

wyn and eric coded tbh

[bumblingbabooshka]

write to me

[averlym]

"careful, or i'll quote that"

[imminent-danger-came]

I saw your tag that out of the 3 monkeys, macaque is the most mentally well, and i had a mini breakdown about the fact youre right. You shouldnt be right, but you are

IT FEELS WRONG RIGHT. Like, Macaque is the red and black edgy monkey with shadow based powers, and yet he's also the only one whose positive character arc has impacted the story in an undeniably constructive way. Who knows what would have happened had he not been there to help MK in both 4x10 and the s4 special.

And like, MK on the other hand has had a negative character arc for the whole show (with "Revenge of the Spider Queen" and "The Emperors Wrath" being small hills in the road, but knowing MK we're going DOWN next season). MK is still going to get worse before he gets better (I'm predicting mega guilt over having a hand in Azure's death, but we'll see—also everything about his monkey form/himself is pretty much unresolved soooo) and don't even get me started on Wukong. He ALSO has had a negative character arc the whole show, with his main improvement being his resolve to be more open with MK. But like, between Mei chewing him out in 3x10, getting possessed by LBD, and now his time spent in the scroll—let's just say I'm worried for the Monkey King.

At the start of the show I'd say MK, SWK, and Macaque are all mentally unwell in their own special and equal ways, but Macaque actually got somewhat better (thank you 3x13). He's the only one. It's ridiculous.