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i'm going to become one of the most annoying people you've ever met in feb 2026

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Part 2: Secret tunnel, through the mountain.

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Chapter 1

You try to move but you’re locked in.The more you squirm the tighter it gets ,you struggle in vain.When you finally look up you freeze. There are two burning, ruby-gold eyes glaring in the darkness. You only have a hint of outline of a face .Your hands instinctively graze across what’s against your waist now. It’s cool to the touch, you can feel a slight pulse under its “skin” almost seems like living porcelain. While the up torso appears to be human, but this much is clear.

He’s not human.

“Human,” he says, voice sleek and sharp. “You’ve got ten seconds to explain why you’re dripping blood and rain all over my floor before I decide whether to turn you into a statue… or feed you to my mushroom garden. They could use the nutrients.”

You blink……..

Then whisper, “You’re… real?”

One brow arches, clearly unimpressed. “Stunning deduction. Anything else? Or is that all your little human brain could comprehend ”

Despite your heart pounding you rebuttal “Well, EXCUSE ME ~ It not everyday one gets such warm welcome”

You can feel the figure rolls their eyes, and arms crossing. “Most people don’t walk straight into “abandoned” tower. Are blissfully naïve or simply decided to take up squatting as a hobby”

You open your mouth ,then close “ Sorry, I didn’t see no warning signs anywhere. ‘Beware: creepy hermit. May hog tie you upon entry.’ Honestly, would appreciate it, I could’ve even brought my own rope.

That in response earned you a quick smirk. Barely visible fangs peeking through now. “One would think a tower hidden and secluded in between the mountains would scream don’t want company. How about next time I’ll roll out the red carpet with a warm towel little welcome basket and a kiss on the cheek” he definitely said that last part dripped in distain

You squint at him. “Are you always like this?”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

“Snarky. Overly dramatic. Rude.”

He just stares.

Then throws his head back and cackles. A full blown villain cackle, echoing through the stone tower.

“Oh, great a mouthy one. Fantastic.” He mutters, mostly to himself, “Absolutely no respect for my kind anymore …”

In a blur, he’s closer ,far to close. Only now do you grasp the entirety of him. Towering and calculated.

“What happened to the ones that would tremble the ones who held their tongues? The ones who screamed and we’re smart enough to run away?”He says it with such intensity , It’s enough to raise the hairs on your body.

He notices, grins,leans closer. Right next to your ear

“You should be more afraid,” he whispers. “You’re standing in the heart of my sanctum. I could erase you with a drop of liquid . Break your bones into meal for my garden. Maybe, I could use you as a nice study for human anatomy. Far too many options but which to choose?”

He moves his coils a bit to takes a look at your bleeding leg , inspecting you like your something to dissect. “It’s clear you bleed easily. So it won’t take much.”

His fingers tug back the edge of your soaked cloak, grazing a bruise with detachment .

“Let’s see…..bruised ribs, sprained ankle ,slightly malnourishe and I smell… herbs :Turmeric, Echinacea, and lavender ?” His grin sharpens,wicked. “Did someone find out you’re a practicing witch …. or a fool who thought to dare think outside your town’s tiny, ignorant bubble?”

You manage to get out. “I’m just a practicing apothecary.” Why does your head feel faint

He clicks his tongue, amused. “That much is obvious. You reek of desperation and homemade remedies.”

“Excuse me?”

He ignores you entirely, snatching the satchel from your side. “Might as well see what you came with.”

You open your mouth to protest, but too late….

He unclasps the bag.

Something leaps.

A gross splat follow as a frog launches out of the bag and smacks square into his face.

Time halts.

You stare.

He blinks, slowly, frog still clinging to his cheek. Here comes a eye twitch

“…Charming,are you sure you’re not a witch and this wasn’t your last victim ” he says, deadpan.

You try not to laugh.

You fail.

Senku wipes frog slime off his cheek with disgust, shooting you a look that says you’re in for it now

“Well, congratulations,” he says, voice dripping with mock admiration. “You’ve officially made the ‘Most Annoying Creature’ list.

The frog now hopping away to who knows where.

You glance at it, then back at Senku. “It’s not that annoying.”

Senku smirks “ Who said I was talking about the frog”

Senku’s grin fades, replaced by something colder. He wants you gone now he’s tired of this back-and-forth.

“You’re bleeding, limping, and reek of desperation,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “You’re not just a nuisance. You’re a liability ,and liabilities? I don’t keep them around. I could snap your neck and save myself the trouble. Though dragging a body is annoying”

You swallow hard, trying to stay unfazed.

“But,” he continues, with wicked amusement “where’s the fun in that?

He unravels and circles you slowly, like a predator waiting for its opening. “I’ll give you a chance to prove your worth ”

“Explain why you’re here and who sent you.”

His voice drops and hisses. “Fail, and the funguses will enjoy a new snack.”

The room seems to feel dense ,weight of his threat ,suffocating. Is it starting to get hot in here even more dizzy?

“So,” he says, folding his arms, “start talking.”

Senku watches you intently as you struggle to hold yourself upright and catch a breath . His fierce gaze softens just a fraction, just a flicker.

“You look worse than I thought,” he mutters, his tone losing some of its edge. “Now hurry, spill it, why are you really here?

You take a shaky breath, and head pounding . Just beginning to explain words barely out before your body betrays you. “ I discovered this place by accident no one sent me. I just want shelter—

Suddenly, your vision swims. Your upper body buckles.Before you can finish, darkness embraces you.

Senku catches you ,effortlessly, his false façade dissipates is instead replaced with eyes narrowing with concern as he holds you steady….. at distance, as if reluctant to get too close.

“Well, that complicates things,” he murmurs, to himself. “I forget how fragile human are,” he admits.

Then, as if shaking off the sympathy, he straightens, voice hardening again. “I’m not your savior.Nor, do I want you here. I’m only helping……. because someone long ago once helped me when they shouldn’t have. Consider this me… paying it forward. Simple cause and effect just don’t make me regret it.”

He glances down at you. “Rest. When you wake, then your out of here”

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Your eyes flutter open to a strange ceiling it’s looks like someone’s been charting, stars. Lit by the early morning light filtering through a high window that’s been opened. You dared to move, a dull ache in your leg stops you. Glancing down to see a bandage wrapped carefully around your now swollen ankle. You must’ve sprained and cut it pretty badly .

Blinking again, to get rid of the morning haze. You take in your surroundings: a bed, surprisingly almost like it’s been rarely used. Surrounding you are shelves crammed with books, no missing topics from what you seen at a glance . There’s glass vials, jars filled with samples , and lastly scattered notes and sketches covering the walls. This is a lab. Your pulse quickens wait where is—

then you notice him.

He is in the corner of the room, tinkering with something intricate. The morning light catches his scales. Emerald green, fading to pure white at the tip of his massive naga tail that coils behind him. Weirdly enough his hair matches.

You freeze, suddenly recalled the variety of threats. Heart pounding, you try to lie still, hoping he doesn’t notice you’re awake yet. Maybe you can shimmy yourself out the window. Humans can land on their feet too , right?

Without looking up, he speaks, amused: “I know you’re awake, human.”

Your heart leaps out your throat.

He finally turns, meeting your eyes with a knowing smile as if he’s been expecting you to be wake all along.

You swallow hard, your voice coming out a little shaky.

“Uh… good morning. Oh benevolent Mr naga sir”nice nailed it definitely didn’t sound terrified

Senku’s emerald eyes gleam as he straightens up, tail flicking lazily behind him.

“Morning, did you learn some manners in your sleep” he replies smoothly, one finger in his ear, rubbing it. “Surprised you made it through the night. Thought I might have to amputate” he says like a joke…

You shift slightly, wincing at the thought.

“Yeah, well… thanks for not killing me or taking my leg”

He smirks “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Most would have ended up dead by now.”

You nervously glance around wanting to change the topic.

“So… this place is yours?”

“Partly,” he answers, eyes scanning the room. “My workshop. My refuge,free from any annoying pests ….. well till now and right now, your temporary prison.”

…… excuse me did he say prison?

He “ your not going anywhere on that leg for a while just feel grateful that I’m tolerating your existence. Besides you have to pay me back; my labor and supplies aren’t for free. So I’ve decided until you’re all healed up. You’re gonna stay here and help around.”

Your eyes widen, jaw dropping slightly. “Wait, what? You want me to… stay here? Even after you threaten to kill me and feed me to your fungi? “

Senku nods, unfazed by your reaction . “Yep. No escaping the ‘prison’ until you can walk without looking like a scarecrow. Besides it not like you have anywhere to go.

You blink, trying to process it. “I didn’t exactly sign up to be your… apprentice or whatever.”

Senku scoffed“Who said anything about being an apprentice? Not in a hundred years could you begin to start to catch up with my work. Think more like unpaid intern. Contracts are a hassle anyways. Might as well learn something before you hit the road.” He heads towards the door “Since your up i’ll go ahead and pick up some of the books”

As he slither out of the room, you yell for him. “Wait!” you call,annoyed.

He pauses, over his shoulder he says “Save your breath,you’ll get plenty opportunities to thank me later~ “

JERK! You huffed. “least tell me your name!”

This causes him to look over his shoulder and smirks “Senku” then he finally slithers away

Thus begins your reluctant apprenticeship— uh ‘internship’ with Senku.

The first week is spent mostly bedridden, recovering while also cramming. Senku doesn’t go easy on you either. The man quizzes you relentlessly. If you’re going to be any help, even just passing tools or sorting materials, there’s no room for mistakes. Even in your dreams he seems to quiz you. No escape

He addresses you it’s just simply “human” He definitely knows your name. He just chooses not to use it. “Hey, human” is all you get. You think it’s his version of don’t name it or you’ll get attached. So he opted to pretending like your his new house plant.

(Because names make things real, real is messy, and real equals harder to lose later.)

When you’re finally back on your feet, you start helping him more laboriously. A typical day with him is anything but relaxing. He keeps you busy with tasks he considers too tedious or simply beneath him. Which includes: hauling stacks of books, scrubbing down his lab equipment,reorganizing, cleaning the tower, and cooking. Since he flat-out refuses to eat unless necessary. He insists it’s because of his slow metabolism so meals are apparently optional.

Most days, you’re so drained from running around the entire tower that you pass out from sheer exhaustion. No matter where you zonk out;you will always find yourself in bed. Eventually, you find a routine to his madness. You keep waiting for the inevitable moment he kicks you out, but… six months have passed, and you’re still here. So far, the only response you get is that you haven’t finished repaying your so-called “debt.”

In the meantime, he even helps you study medical practices. Either during rare downtime or when he decides you’re unnecessary for his current experiment and banishes you to the library. Of course, there’s always a catch with Senku . You’re expected to write a full report on whatever you learn, or he has you studying the lay of the land, along with its indigenous flora and fauna. Surprisingly, outside this mountain is crawling with natural resources . But also according to senku map he’s marked there also lot of deadly creatures territorial hybrids that room that land. Maybe you should be grateful that you came during a monsoon.

Until the day he deems you clear to go or gets tired of you. Guess you’ll stuck till then.

Senku “What are you spacing out for ?! Quit slacking and get back to studying!”

…. Though at this rate, that you might die first.Before you can ever see the sun.

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Now, you might be wondering. What could ever made our dear cold-blooded friend have a sudden change of heart over the course of six months?

Was it the fact that your presence brought a much-needed change of pace to the silent tower he called home? That your sass and sharp tongue never hesitated to challenge him, even when you were out matched?

Or maybe… it happened the first night.

After you collapsed, he patched you up. Curiosity got the better of him as he rummaged through your soaked bag. This time a lot more cautious. Once clear from invaders; he could see most of the contents: ruined map, crushed herbs, and a sticky note attached to a pocket mirror stating “You’ve survived worse. Probably. Maybe stoped counting ages ago.” ……Honestly, nothing of interest, then he found your notebook.

After drying it out, he opened it to discover years of observations. Personal experiments with medicinal herbs, and hand-drawn diagrams. Occasionally, scattered between the lines, rants and laments about your life. However, this book here is proof of your perseverance.

Senku had chuckled to himself, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

“ How exhilarating,” he muttered. “A fledgling scientist in the making. Not bad for someone learning from scraps, trial and error. Not great, but… not bad. Well (name), let’s see how far you’ll go. Try not to disappoint me~”

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Whew, oh boy ,that was nerve-wracking! I really hope it turned out well and didn’t end up a complete mess. I’m not sure how much more I’ll end up writing, but either way, I truly hope you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for all the kind comments and likes it means a lot. Wishing you all a wonderful, blessed day!

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PAPYRUS TOMORROW RIGHT GUYS .. RIGHT ??/?/!

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The silliest crossover because I couldn't stop thinking how nicely it fits lol.

I decided to leave these as sketches instead of finishing them because uuuuuh. Who has time for that!

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Finally figured out how to permanently disable google assistant on phone

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Secret tunnel through the mountain ✨

Chapter 2

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You can barely see you hand in front of your face pathetically trying to shield your face from the relentless freezing rain. The only moments you can see is when a burst of lightning flashes for a brief second. The light, momentarily, revealing the dense forest around you. Just enough to stumble forward, but never enough to keep from tripping and kissing the ground.

It doesn’t help that you’re already weakened by hunger, body aching with bruises and cuts. Lovely parting gifts from yet another village mob convinced you’re “dangerous.” They never let you stay long enough to truly help. To them, the unknown is a threat. In a world crawling with mythical beasts that kill a human in a instant, maybe fear is only natural.

Because of that, you’ve learned to travel light. Mostly carrying: herbs, basic essentials and a scattered medicinal notes in your satchel….though not that it matters anymore. The bag is soaked through, it even has its own private pond. Oh, will you look at that …..theres a frog inside. Perfect, just what you need.

( – ⌓ – )=3

Let him chill in there. At least one of you is living their best life.

You figured that if your own kind deemed you as a ‘monster/witch’ you might as well live among monsters. Perhaps they’d welcome you with open arms… But since the moment you crossed that stupid border, the only thing that embraced you was a raging monsoon. As the rain continued to pour down. Driven by stubbornness or pure madness at this point. You refuse to die because the weather decide to throw a hissy fit.

At one point, you decide to show off your reflexes if by “reflexes” you mean tumbling down a hill, flipping into an barrel roll,and landing right in front of a vine-covered mountainside… well, success. Don’t worry, you stuck the landing onto your butt.

In a haste to regain some dignity and composure, you reach for the vines to pull yourself up. Only to tug a little too hard and send yourself slipping straight into a secret tunnel✨You’ve at least found some shelter from the rain.

As you wait for the downpour to settle down. In the other direction of the tunnel faint stream of moonlight slow begin appears from the other side. Beckoning you to come for a closer inspection. You didn’t even know this lead to another way out. When the rain stopped ,you walked out ,only to be awestruck.

Nestled in the heart of the mountain, shielded on all sides by the mountains embrace, stood a lone tall tower. It rose from the earth like an sequoia tree, its silhouette stark against the glow of the now full moon. The surrounding area teemed with wild beauty lush plants sprawling across the ground, in the background a waterfall spilling into a stream that ran by a waterwheel.

Despite the clear passage of time, the tower remained untouched, as if its from a forgotten age. Thick ivy coiled around its body of bricks with clusters of flowers scattered and climbed all the way to the tip top. The windows, though cloudy, remained strangely unbroken. Most striking feature of all was the observatory crowning the tower, visible even from below. A large glass dome perched like a crown jewel.

No signs of life stirred nearby—only a faint, well-worn path leading to the door. The place felt vacant , yet not abandoned. You couldn’t quite tell if it had been deserted for centuries… or if someone, or something, still called it home.

You decided to seek shelter in the tower

Unbeknownst to you, in one of the window. Two ruby-gold, slit-pupiled eyes tracked your every step as you made your way to the door, their gaze sharp and unblinking.Then it vanished.

Once you arrived, you gave the grand door a few courtesy knocks… then waited. Fair’s fair the place was massive. Maybe whoever lived here needed time to get downstairs?

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……………

…………………Nothing.

As you waited you noticed a strange rope dangling from the air above, leading somewhere into the tower . Curious, you tugged it. Somewhere deep inside, a set of bells chimed delicately.

Weird ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

You waited again.

Still nothing. Guess it’s abandoned, time to figure how to get in.

You briefly considered kicking the door in, but paused and realized this was hand-carved mahogany. You can’t just kick that. Instead, you tried what you should’ve done in the first place ,the door knob.

Click.

Oh. It wasn’t locked. (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝)

The door slowly creaked as it open inward. You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Finally, shelter. Still dripping wet and dead on your feet, you stepped inside, guided by the faint moonlight seeping in from behind you. As you stand there sopping wet, dripping onto the ground. You momentarily ponder how strong the term “finders keepers” would hold up. Not exactly an air tight defense ,but who to rebuttal when no one’s here. Worked wonders for pirates why not you?

But as you shuffled in deeper, the warmth  enveloping you . That made you pause. It was… too warm. Then you start to noticed from what little you can see the lack of dust and cobwebs. This warmth felt recent. Lived-in.

Slam!

The door behind you slammed shut with a bang, plunging the room into darkness. Silence ,except the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Something smooth brushed past your feet.

Then—a hiss. Low. Amused. Far, far too close.

A voice murmured right into your ear, silk-wrapped and sharp:

“…Well, well. Seems they’re sending sacrifices directly now? How efficient.”

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Bonus content 

You heard it here first folks! Naga senku is basically Rapunzel. Living up pretty in his tower

Reader: “Senku, senku let down your hair” ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

Senku: “What are you, idiotic?? Build a pulley system!” (¬_¬")

Reader : pouting “Should have know better than to ask. Not that he could do it anyway. His hair defying gravity”

10 billion percent science.

0 percent fairy tale.

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Specifically inspired by this prompt (check it out) by @miggiisdumb