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Prologue:
"Max. Max..." His hands glide over the golden strands hanging from the ceiling, glittering despite the room's black walls and dim lights. "Max is a smart little boy," he murmurs, allowing his long, spindly fingers to fall. "Don't worry, Uki," he says, turning to her, sending a shiver down her spine as if an everlasting cold was settling in. "I won't hurt him... badly." An almost silent snicker escapes him as he turns back sharply to the place where golden watches tick rapidly. Tick. Tick. Tick. He focuses on one watch in particular: Maximus Manga’s.
Uki clears her throat. "Sir, he is just a kid. He didn't know what he was doing. He doesn't deserve any form of punishment. He's too young."
"Sixteen is not that young," he interrupts, and she hears rattling from next door, where his wild beasts live. "And even if he didn't understand it, he did it anyway." The rattling slowly grows louder during the tension between them. "Why didn't you feed them?" he asks as he holds the watch carelessly tight, almost crushing it.
"I was busy. I have my own job to do, you know."
"I do, but you have always found a moment to do it. You know you could have just asked for some help?" She shrugs. If she could, she would have set his own 'pets' on him. He has always been so careful... he wouldn't — no, couldn't — change now that Max changed things a little. Right?
"I know what you are thinking," his snake-like voice wraps around her, threatening to crush her ribs. "Max won't make Horace change. Horace has always been a good boy," he mocks. "Think again. I don’t care for anyone. Not even you." He lets his grip on her loosen. "Now get to work before you suffer the same fate as him."
"You wouldn't..."
"I would," he challenges her, but she backs away, knowing that going against him won't help. "Run along now."
“You do care for Morana, though. You’ve become so reckless since she left.” Uki backs away towards the doorway. “She would be destroyed if she saw you like this.”
“Good thing she will never see me again.” When Uki is gone, Horace calls up his model of the dimensions. Lights of all colours dance across it, weaving in and out to make an intricate web. He sighs before slowing everything in the room down ten times. "Where are you hiding?” he mutters. After poking around a while, he finds what he is looking for: a minuscule lime-coloured dot near the centre of the model. “Peek-a-boo," Horace gasps. If he had a heart, it would have jumped right out. A lilac dot. Right next to Max’s “It can’t be.” Redetermined, Horace snarls, “I’ll fix it all. I always do. I’ll get Morana back. And I’ll get rid of Max." He hates the word. Max.
Everything turns jet-black.#60,978,602textnadiaparty.btc#60,969,828textali_en.btc#60,969,827texttransfer210,000.dust#57,110,976brc-20In a magnificent castle, Princess Alice, a lively and mischievous girl, found herself facing an unexpected challenge—tidying up her room. She absolutely despised the idea and groaned in disbelief. "Tidy my room? Are you serious? That's like asking a dragon to blow bubbles!"
Her older sister, Princess Nadya, known for her quiet and reserved nature, couldn't help but chuckle at Alice's dramatic reaction. "Come on, Alice. It won't be that bad. Just think of all the treasures you might find!"
Alice crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Treasures? You mean like hidden chocolate stashes or secret portals to magical lands?"
Nadya laughed. "Well, you never know what surprises might be lurking in the depths of your room. Plus, it'll be easier to find your missing socks!"
Alice's eyes widened with mock horror. "Wait, my socks? You mean they haven't been eaten by the sock monster?"
Nadya shook her head, trying to hide her laughter. "I think they're just hiding in the mess. Let's go on a sock-hunting adventure!"
With a theatrical flair, Alice donned her imaginary explorer hat and waved her trusty broom like a sword. "Onward, brave sister! We shall conquer the mighty mess and rescue the lost socks!"
Together, they ventured into the chaos, dodging imaginary dragons and battling dust creatures. They turned tidying into a hilarious game, singing silly songs and creating outrageous stories about the objects they discovered.
Their laughter echoed through the castle halls, drawing curious glances from the servants. The Queen, their wise and understanding mother, peeked into the room, unable to contain her amusement. "My, my, what's all the commotion?"
Alice twirled around, pretending to slay a particularly stubborn dust creature. "Fear not, Mother! We're on a mission to restore order and save the socks!"
The Queen laughed heartily, delighted by her daughters' imaginative antics. "Well, carry on, brave adventurers! May you conquer the mess and bring peace to the kingdom of your room!"
With renewed determination and laughter in their hearts, Alice and Nadya continued their hilarious quest. As they cleaned and organized, they discovered forgotten treasures and laughed at their own silliness.
In the midst of the tidying adventure, Nadya stumbled upon an apple, now a year old, hidden in the depths of her closet. She held it up with a mix of horror and amusement. "Look, Alice! It seems my closet has been secretly cultivating a rare breed of fruit!"
Alice burst into laughter. "Ah, the infamous 'ancient apple'! We must preserve it for future generations!"
Together, they placed the aged apple on a royal velvet cushion, declaring it a historic artifact of their tidying expedition.
Their room transformed into a playful paradise, and their shared memories of the cleaning escapade became legends told and retold throughout the castle.
The moral of the story: Sometimes, the best way to tackle a tedious task is with laughter and imagination. By turning cleaning into a humorous adventure, even the most dreaded chores can become hilarious and memorable experiences. So, don your imaginary hat, wave your broom-sword, and let the laughter guide you through the mess! And remember, you might even stumble upon unexpected treasures, like a year-old apple, along the way!#15,945,689texttransfer5,000.btoc#14,567,615brc-20deploy.kras#13,596,615brc-20