Shipping You With a Monster Prom Character in the Worst Way Possible

I'm still trying to figure this quiz making thing out, lol. Anyway!

You wanna be shipped with Monster Prom characters? You DO?! Great! Because this is probably the worst qui for it, but at least it sort of works! And, you're probably just going to click on it, anyway, aren't you? Oh, well.

[I wrote a description a while ago and forgot about it, so you get two: Using possibly the most stupid and worthless method possible for shipping someone with a character, I ship you with a Monster Prom character who may or may not want to kill you. But, eh. You know what they say! At least, I hope you do, because I don't.]

NOTE: I DIDN'T GET AROUND TO FINISHING SOME OF THE POINTS. IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME TO DO THIS, AND I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS I NEED TO DO BEFORE THE DAY IS OVER WITH. I W I L L GET EVERYTHING I LOST ON QUOTEV B A C K. BUT I HAVE TO SACROFICE SOME OF MY WORK TO DO THAT.

I'm still trying to figure this quiz making thing out, lol. Anyway!

Which Christmas light are you?

I'm the kinda Christmas light that offers to pay for myself so you get a free string of flickering holiday lights for your stupid holiday tree. Why? Because screw the economy, that's why.

The flirty one. See that firefly over there? I'm takin' that sucker out on a date next Friday night. Didn't even MEAN to. That's just how flirty I am.

Idk, like, a red one or something?

The kind that doesn't work until you turn it off and on eight separate times.

The broken one, lol.

Uhh, sorry, I think you have the wrong light source? I'm not Christian. I'm not even Christian Adjacent.

The kind that doesn't care about this stupid question.

How much stick can a stick man?

SOOOO much stick, man.

Enough to build a house so he can support his every growing family, suffering under the poverty line.

Why are we manning sticks? Why aren't we also womanning sticks? Are you SEXIST?!

Zero. You really think a stick can man a stick? HAH. That shows ya' what you know about sticks!

Sorry, I don't understand the question??? I don't think sticks can man other sticks.....do you mean "how much stick can a stickman"? Because that question is equally as confusing.

At least, like, ten.

Whatchya eatin' that there microtransaction with?

My bare hands.

Pride.

A macrotransaction. It's like a microtransaction, but BIGGER.

A fikkin' spoon

Uh, nothing? Don't you know microtransactions make you fat?

Do I have to eat it? They always have a bad aftertaste.

Digital currency.

I don't eat microtransactions! Microtransactions eat me!

Omg, it's a people!

Oh, GOD, here?! Are you sure?

Hey! I'm a people!

Ngl, I'd rather take out my own eyeballs and yuck them at the nearest source of entertainment than endure the ever-growing spirit pains of being around other living organisms of my own species.

Ohhhh, I LOVE people!

*Looks around* Where? I don't see them. Do you mean me? I'm a single person.

Yes, I have often been compared to multiple people. And by that, I mean I've literally been compared to a group of people. As in, no specific person, just that people believe me to be more than one individual. Do you understand me or no, because this can be pretty confusing?

As God of this world, I feel pressured to tell you you're wrong.

What type of pant you got?

Many type - I am quite the pant haver.

Uhhh, that's none of your business, you perv!

Pant? Plant? I love plants. I have many. Would you like to see?

I don't wear pants.

High waters....uhh, kahkis.....capris.....uhhh, jeans?

I only wear shorts, thank you!

I tend to keep a variety of pant around, just in case.

The kind with ✨pockets✨.

Is Mayonnaise a potion?

Only if other condiments are, too.

Sure, why the heck not?

No, why would you even ask that?

As a mayonnaise, I'm offended.

Mayo isn't a drug, nor does it alter anything, nor can it be used medicinally, nor is it a liquid. So I'm going to have to say, no, mayonnaise is not a potion.

Everything is a potion if you're brave enough.

How does one make the voice go?

I....I don't know????? Oh my god. HOW DOES ONE MAKE THE VOICE GO?!?!

You just. You just do it. Isn't it, like, natural? At least for people who aren't dumb.

Well, first, you take a deep breath in. And then you let out every single frustration that's every fallen upon you at once. Easy.

Typically, you rub your vocal cords together, but you can't really do that manually. It's just an automatic thing that happens when you try to speak.

I wouldn't know. I don't make the voice go.

Jephph

Huntsman was minding his own business, trying to get an eyefull of that Sandy fellow he had been so obsessed about, when a new contender waltzes into the scene. He was SHIRTLESS. Why? Because so many fanarts depict him as such. And it's only because of this that Huntsman noticed. **His ABS** **His PECKS** **His OTHER muscly body parts!** He was enthralled! Stunned! ****Amazed!**** Oh, but woe is Huntsman, the gay as hekk spider, for the Monkey King would never dare look his way! Even though Huntsman knew better, he couldn't help but daydream about the buff boi monkey. All thoughts of the beautiful, beard having Sandy had melted away into the man known as Sun Wukong. **Why must he tease me so?** Huntsman thinks to himself as he lays, legs propped up, at the edge of a rooftop looking over Pigsy's Noodles, where Monkey King now spends his time for plot convenience. Huntsman scolds himself. No! He shouldn't be thinking this way! Not about the enemy, not again! First it was Big Spider, who's arms wrapped around him so wonderfully, so tightly, as though his lungs would be crushed just by how strong he was! But when that didn't work out, he had fallen to the big blue buff boy - no, buff MAN! Sandy- Oh, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy! If only he would show off more! Huntsman would give anything just to see him in action! But now....now it's this Monkey Man. Who knew that he was so strong looking under all of that fur? Huntsman never would have guessed. As the drool of desire slips from his mouth, Huntsman wipes tears of sorrow from his eyes. Was love never meant to be for him? Could he only fall in love with men who can't even BARE the thought of seeing who he really is? A thief. A romantic. A spider who apparently has sthenolagnia. NO! He's not just going to lay here, watching as another hunk passes him by! Even if people would talk about him. He would take it! After all, everybody talks about everybody at some point. At least now, there would be some honesty there. Huntsman leaps off of the roof and pushes open the door to Pigsy's Noodles. He spots Monkey King, who narrows his eyes at him. Such beautiful, muscly eyes! The others in the room start to whisper as Huntsman marches over to Sun Wukong. The air is tense. Huntsman wastes no time! It's now or never! He slams his lips into Sun Wukong's! His body presses to King's shirtless one, his sweat from training seeping into the fibers of Huntsman's jacket. He breaths in the scent of King's manly musk, his arms wrapping tightly around the monkey man. Just as Huntsman thought that perhaps he got ahead of himself, pressing his lips into King's, and that maybe Sun Wukong didn't feel any sort of way. That, maybe, walking around shirtless wasn't King teasing him to come inside and feel his strong, muscle filled body. But then, he felt a subtle pain in his bottom lip and King ever so slightly pushes back into Huntsman! King holds Huntsman's face with his rough hands, placing small bites on his lip. The pain was nothing compared to Huntsman's passion, and he was willing to endure any amount of it in order to continue sucking face with King. The whispers from the others turned into a full on commotion! They were just as surprised as your average reader might be! Mei even took out her phone and starting streaming! They were going bananas! And Hunstman....started to feel as though maybe he shouldn't have done this in such a public place. Huntsman pulled away from King, who (and very sexily and manly I should probably add) kept hold of his lip, only letting go with it was apparent Huntsman was done trading saliva. "How about, uh," He nervously glanced around. "we take this somewhere more....private?" King grinned, knowing exactly where to go where they wouldn't be bothered for the time skip duration of this fanfic. He summoned his cloud and picked Huntsman up in his strong, monkey arms, princess style. King placed one more passionate kiss onto him (for the camera, of course) before zooming off to Flower Fruit Mountain. ~Time skip, for obvious, sexy reasons ~

WHY is there MONKEY KING FANFICTION in my MONSTER PROM QUIZ?

SCREW THAT, WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?! (all caps)

Maybe the Jephph was inside us all along....

What's 2+2?

Four

Fish!

If I answer this question correctly, I'm a stereotypical smarty pants know it all, but if I answer it wrongly I'm just plain stupid. If I choose one of the fun answers, I'm typed as a party animal who doesn't care about rules. There's no winning, because either way I get separated into a specific box because of it. I refuse to answer this question.

80, lol.

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