The Son Of Monkey King (On Pause)

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MK was training in flower fruit mountain with Wukong. But Wukong accidentally hit too hard causing MK to go hurtling into a wall. "Oops! Sorry bud!" Wukong apologized. "I'm good!" MK groaned giving Wukong a thumbs up as he gets up. The wall behind him was already cracked before but with MK hurtling at it the wall cracked open, revealing a hidden passage way. "Woah!" MK looks at the passageway with interest and curiosity. He was about to step in but Wukong stopped him. "Sorry bud. But you can't go there." Wukong says pulling MK away from the passageway.

"What? Why?" MK glanced at the passageway briefly before turning back to his mentor. Wukong just kept quiet, staring at the passageway with a longing MK couldn't understand but he decides to follow Wukong's request. Wukong smiles seeing MK follow his request. "Come on, let's get back to training." Wukong says leading MK away from the passageway, glancing back at it with some protectiveness in his eyes before tearing away his gaze from it.

Later at Pigsy's noodle shop, in MK's room. MK flopped himself into the bed thinking about the passageway. It just won't leave his head. Something about the passageway was just off.....

MK stayed up for a while longer, but eventually he fell asleep...

As MK slept, his mind continued to swirl with thoughts about the mysterious passageway. It was then, in the depths of his rest, that MK began to dream...

In his dream, MK once again found himself standing before the hidden passageway, now unguarded and waiting to be explored. A strange force seemed to pull him towards it, beckoning him to uncover whatever secrets lay beneath.

His heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he hesitantly stepped forward, inching closer and closer to the dark opening.

But before he could, he woke up. He looked around noticing that he fell out of bed.

MK sat up in his bed, disoriented and groggily trying to make sense of his surroundings. He shook off the grogginess, realizing that he had fallen off the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he took a moment to recall the vivid dream he had just had.

"The passageway..." he murmured. The memory of the hidden entrance lingered in his mind, igniting a mix of curiosity and unease within him.

He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, his mind still preoccupied with the dream. Despite waking up, the memory of the passageway remained etched in his thoughts, refusing to fade away.

Unable to shake it off, MK glanced at the small clock on his nightstand. The time read 3:47 AM. He sighed, knowing that there was no point in trying to fall back asleep.

Meanwhile.......

"Dad..... Help.... Please.... Mom, isn't waking up.... She's not.... She's not..." A boy whose face was blurry says as he was kneeling in front of a woman who was bleeding, the boy looks up at his father. "Dad....?"

Wukong jolts awake breathing heavily looking around the room, rubbing his eyes as tears had welled at the corner of his eyes. His fist was clutching his blanket, as he tried his best to calm down from his dream.

Wukong staggers out of bed heading outside. He walks to the passage way. He walks down the stone stairs of the dusty old passageway, making his way to a room.

As Wukong descended the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps echoed ominously through the dusty passageway. The dim light that filtered through the narrow crevices in the walls gave off an eerie aura, casting strange shadows that danced along the aged stone.

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Wukong stepped into the room at the end of the passageway. The air within was thick with an almost oppressive energy, weighing heavily on his chest as he stood there, alone and haunted by his dreams.

The room that opened before Wukong was indeed one that bespoke childhood. The walls were painted in cheerful colors, now faded and chipped with time. Toys were scattered about haphazardly, as if their young master had just finished playing moments ago and left them behind.

The scent of nostalgia hung in the air, blending with the musty scent of neglect and abandonment that had seeped into the very essence of the place.

Wukong stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over the child's belongings. The sight of the toys and furniture that had once belonged to a young, innocent child tugged at his heart, stirring up a wave of guilt and regret within his chest. He couldn't bear the weight of the memories and emotions the room held, the knowledge of all that had been lost and forgotten here.

With a heavy heart, Wukong turned away from the room and quietly left, unable to withstand the overwhelming sense of guilt that had settled upon him.

The next day at Pigsy's noodles. "MK!" Pigsy yells as MK was so distracted he didn't notice he was moping the floor with the mop on the stick and not the mop part. "Oops! Sorry Pigsy!" MK sheepishly apologizes fixing his mistake. Pigsy sighs shaking his head. "Kid, what's wrong? Your usually not this distracted."

MK stops moving, biting his lips as he contemplates whether or not to tell Pigsy. Pigsy notices MK's contemplation and pats MK on the shoulder. "Look kid, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just don't let it distract you in working hours, okay?" Pigsy tells MK with a reassuring smile. MK smiles nodding his head. "Okay Pigsy."