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Ah, Camp Spooky… the stage of some of your dearest summers. Back then, we were young and unafraid, untouched by the weight of the world beyond those sun-dappled woods.
With school far away and responsibilities a distant memory, everything seemed possible as the golden sun embraced you on the winding path to camp. The air hummed with anticipation, thick with the scent of pine and adventure.
Summer has that distinct power, doesn’t it? You live for the long, lazy days, while the nights intoxicate you with whispered possibilities. It’s a season where the ordinary fades, and life feels like it could take a thrilling turn at every corner.
And for you four, it did.
"Alright, everyone… Camp Spooky, we're here!" The bus driver's gruff voice cut through the chatter, signaling the end of the journey. One by one, campers began to rise, some orderly, others practically tumbling over each other in their eagerness to escape the cramped vehicle. "Get off one at a time…" the werewolf driver grumbled, his ears flicking in irritation as a few unruly students ignored his instructions.
Of course, as expected, we have the usual four mischievous characters in this story:
Brian Yu, the enormous, cold, and care-free undead. Though, his aloof demeanor often hid a dry, unexpected wit. Vicky Schmidt, the upbeat, happy, and lovable Frankenstein girl, whose infectious energy could brighten even the gloomiest of days. Amira Rashid, the bold, daring, and charming fire Djinn, always ready to leap headfirst into trouble (or fun, depending on who you asked). And finally, Oz, the shy, jumpy, and nervous embodiment of fear—now somewhat more confident after his experiences at Monster Prom (though that didn’t mean he’d stopped being a bundle of nerves entirely).
The four inseparable companions stepped off the bus, pausing to take in the new challenge awaiting them this summer week. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the towering trees casting long shadows across the worn wooden sign that read "Welcome to Camp Spooky."
One might say that Monster Prom had hardened them to the highs and lows of love. But no—in matters of the heart, they were still absolute beginners. And summer camp, with its fleeting romances and whispered confessions under the stars, would be no different.
None of them spoke about it, but the tantalizing idea of a summer love loomed over their heads like an unspoken promise.
Well, at least that’s how the original story would go. But this time… things were going to be a bit different.
"So… this is Camp Spooky," Vicky mused, whistling low as she hopped off the bus with a grin. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the rustic cabins and overgrown trails, already imagining the adventures ahead.
Amira followed close behind, her sharp gaze sweeping over the camp’s weathered structures. It wasn’t exactly the gleaming paradise promised in the brochure—peeling paint, creaky porches, and a faint musty smell suggested decades of use (and maybe a few hauntings).
"Well… at least it looks similar to the brochure," she remarked dryly, flipping open the glossy pamphlet they’d been given months prior. The printed images showed pristine cabins and a sparkling lake, while reality offered something far more… lived-in. But hey, it could always be worse, right?
The Djinn stretched, cracking her knuckles with a smirk. Whatever this week threw at her, she was ready.
"Let’s see… clothes, checked. Towel, checked. Swimsuit, checked. Mosquito repellent, checked…" The third to disembark was Oz, who nervously rifled through his overstuffed backpack for the tenth time. He’d packed like a doomsday prepper—extra socks, emergency rations, even a first-aid kit—but now, panic spiked as he realized something crucial was missing.
"A-and my sunscreen? I could’ve sworn I left it around here! W-where—?"
A soft hiss beside him cut off his frantic muttering. A playful purple tentacle dabbed sunscreen onto his nose.
"Sunscreen…"
Oz turned to see none other than his Eldritch Cutie girlfriend—once known as Z’Gord, Ruler of the Dark Realms, now simply Zoe—holding the missing Sunscreen with a mischievous giggle.
"Check," she teased, tucking it safely into his bag.
"H-hehe, thanks, Zoe," Oz stammered, his shadowy form flushing as she coiled a tentacle around his arm, clinging to him with affectionate possessiveness.
Finally, lumbering off the bus with an end of nap yawn and a big stretch which threatens to dislodge his brain, was Brian.
"We're here?" he grumbled, blinking away sleep as he's hit by the camp’s rustic charm (or lack thereof). "So this is the place, huh?"
It wasn’t much—peeling paint, creaky floorboards, and a faint aura of neglect—but Brian shrugged. They’d survived worse.
"This way, campers!"
The students turned to see a new figure: a humanoid chameleon in a scout uniform, his scales shifting colors as he gestured toward the camp’s center. Councillor Flodge, their guide for the week, stood with an air of weary authority.
"Please line up and head to the center for the welcome ceremony."
A murmur rippled through the crowd, but soon, everyone fell into loose groups, trudging toward the gathering point. The air buzzed with excited chatter and the rustling of backpacks as campers shuffled forward, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path.
As they walked, the four friends spotted familiar faces scattered among the campers—faces that carried memories of past chaos, laughter, and the occasional near-death experience.
There was Aaravi Mishra, the no-nonsense monster hunter, now inexplicably accompanied by a mischievous spirit named Hex (thanks to a cursed amulet and some very bad luck). Beside them, Damian LaVey, the chaotic Prince of Hell, was already eyeing the camp like it was his personal playground for destruction, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
Not far away, Joy Johnson-Johjima, the cheerful witch and coven leader, hummed a soft tune to herself as she adjusted her sunhat, casting a glance at the surrounding woods with quiet curiosity. Then there was Dahlia Aquino, the buff blue demon, cracking her knuckles with a determined glint in her eyes—summer was just another battlefield to conquer. Never mind her long-time rival putting in an appearance...
And of course, there was Calculester Hewlett-Packard, the sentient computer brought to life by Damian, Scott, our four protagonists and a very questionable floppy disk. His mechanical whirring blended oddly with the natural sounds of the forest.
But that wasn’t all. Mixed among the crowd were many new faces—a cute, well-dressed succubus chatting animatedly with a stoic dullahan, a bat girl stretching her wings in the sunlight, and more.
"Huh, didn't think there'd be so many new guys," Brian remarked, his relaxed gaze growing serious as he scans the unfamiliar groups.
"Well, yeah," Amira said with a shrug. "It’s assumed that several of them come from other schools and places. So we’ll meet a lot of new people."
And in that, a new opportunity for new loves…
"Oh my god!" Vicky suddenly gasped, her voice sharp with shock. The abrupt outburst made the rest of the group jump, their heads whipping toward her in confusion.
"Isn’t that Milo Belladonna?!" she squealed, pointing excitedly at one of the distant groups.
"Who?" Brian, Zoe, and Amira exchanged blank looks before following Vicky’s gaze.
There, standing among a cluster of students, was a striking figure—a young death reaper with stark white hair and a black undercut, his skin a mesmerizing contrast of black and white, patterned like a skeleton. A bright pink heart glowed at the center of his chest.
"Oh, I-I’ve heard about them," Oz stammered, his shadowy form flickering nervously. "They are famous social influencer… really popular on social media."
Zoe’s tentacles twitched with intrigue as she leaned closer to Oz, her voice teasing. "How do you know so much about them, Oz? Are you a follower?"
"O-oh no, none of that!" Oz waved his hands frantically. "It’s not my style! I just knew the name, but nothing more…"
His gaze flicked to Vicky, who was practically vibrating with excitement.
"I didn’t know you liked their content, Vicky," Amira said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah!" Vicky beamed. "I’ve been a follower for a while now. I wonder if I can get a selfie with them!" She giggled, already mentally drafting the perfect caption for her post.
As the group continued forward, Brian continues scanning the crowd, brow furrowing slightly.
"Hey, Oz," he said suddenly, his voice quiet.
"Yeah?" Oz turned, curious.
"Well… where’s Miranda? I thought she was coming with you and Zoe."
"Oh, Miranda?" Oz’s shoulders slumped slightly. "Yeah, she decided not to come."
Though they hadn’t gotten along at first, time had softened their dynamic, and the absence of the underwater princess left a quiet void in their little trio.
"Miranda and the wild outdoors don’t mix very well," Oz explained. "Plus, she had some royal duties back home, so… yeah."
Brian grunted in acknowledgment before another thought struck him.
"What about Polly? Has anyone seen her?" A totally innocent question, nothing to do with promises unkept.
The group paused, glancing around. That was strange. Polly had been one of the most enthusiastic about camp—so where was she?
"How weird that no one’s seen Polly, of all people," Amira muttered.
Brian was so focused on scanning the crowd that he didn’t notice the ghostly woman materializing beside him until her voice cut through his thoughts.
"Who you lookin’ for, Boo?" Polly grinned, her translucent form shimmering in the sunlight.
Brian might not have flinched, but internally? A little shudder took him. "Ah, Polly. We were just looking for you, actually." Could be lamer, Brian considers it a win.
"Well, here I am!" She spread her arms dramatically.
Instantly, the group erupted into greetings—hugs, playful nudges, and excited chatter, as if they hadn’t seen her in years.
"Oh, guys, come on," Polly laughed. "It’s only been a few months since the last fanfic. No need to get sentimental."
For a moment, everyone blinked at her in confusion before shrugging it off—just Polly being Polly.
"It’s good to see you back," Vicky said warmly, squeezing her in another hug.
"Same, babe," Polly sighed happily before turning to Oz and Zoe. Her smile softened as she pulled them both into an embrace. "And I especially missed you tre—"
She paused, noticing the missing presence. "Wait… where’s Miranda?"
"Decided not to join us this time," Oz said, rubbing his arm.
Polly’s spectral glow dimmed slightly. "Huh. Shame. I was looking forward to the four of us reuniting after all this time…"
"Yeah…" Oz sighed before forcing a small smile. "Well, at least the rest of us are here. Let’s make the most of it—have twice as much fun for Miranda!"
The group nodded in agreement, their spirits lifting as they finally reached the camp’s center.
There, they were greeted by Miss Weaving, the camp director, who delivered a brief but enthusiastic welcome speech. She introduced the staff, outlined the week’s activities—hiking, bonfires, and the grand finale: a meteor shower at midnight, the perfect moment to invite that special someone under the stars.
Once the announcements wrapped up, the campers dispersed, heading to their cabins to unpack—all except our four protagonists, Polly, and Zoe, who lingered, already plotting their first moves.
"So… what do you guys wanna do first?" Polly asked, floating lazily in the air.
"I wanna go explore the woods!" Vicky declared, already strapping on her adventure gear.
"I’m hitting the haunted manor," Amira said, cracking her knuckles. "Heard it’s got some real challenges."
"Sounds fun, later. Need to sleep off that bus ride," Brian responded with a yawn, eyelids drooping. No one comments on the slightly larger bags than usual.
"W-well, I was planning to go to Scout HQ," Oz began, launching into an excited ramble about knot-tying techniques and survival skills—until Zoe’s tentacle tapped his shoulder.
"Well, Oz," she purred, leaning close, "as amusing as that sounds… I was thinking we could go to the lake instead."
Oz’s shadowy form flickered with disappointment. "B-but Scout HQ… and learning—"
Zoe’s voice dropped to a whisper, her breath tickling his ear. "I bought a new swimsuit… wanted to try it out."
Oz’s entire body flushed a deep violet.
"And… I do need someone to help me put sunscreen on my back."
Oz’s mind short-circuited.
"Y-you know what? I-I changed my mind!" Oz stammered, his voice squeaking as his shadowy form flickered with nervous energy. "I think I'll go with Zoe to the lake!" The declaration came out in a rush, as if he might lose his nerve if he didn't say it quickly enough.
A smug grin curled on Zoe's lips as she entwined her tentacles with his, one particularly affectionate appendage curling around his waist possessively. "Excellent choice," she purred, her many eyes twinkling with mischief.
"And what about the meteor shower at the end of the week?" Vicky asked, glancing around at their little group with bright, curious eyes. "Who are you guys gonna invite?"
Brian shrugged, albeit with a smirk that suggested he already had plans. "Dunno yet. I'm sure I'll convince someone," he drawled, the air bubble forming in his nose bobbing lazily as he spoke.
Vicky, Polly, and Amira exchanged thoughtful looks, each clearly running through mental lists of potential candidates.
"I might invite someone," Amira mused, tapping her chin with a finger that crackled faintly with embers. The fire djinn's golden eyes gleamed with possibilities.
"Eh, I'll figure it out when the time comes," Polly said with a carefree wave of her translucent hand, her ghostly form shimmering in the afternoon light.
"Well... I'm going with Zoe," Oz declared, holding up their intertwined hands like a badge of honor, his nervous smile betraying how proud he was to make such a bold statement.
Just like that, everyone seemed set on going their own way for the first evening of camp. From Brian's peaceful slumber to Oz and Zoe's less-than-innocent lakeside flirting, nothing appeared capable of stopping the natural parting of the group.
Except, of course, for a party-loving ghost dead-set on having a good time.
"Hold up!" Polly declared, floating suddenly into the center of their circle with dramatic flair. All eyes turned to her as she crossed her arms expectantly. "That's it? Where's the juicy hook for the sequel?"
Unsurprisingly, blank stares met her question. This was far from the first time Polly had referenced things no one else understood, and as usual, she just kept right on going.
"You two banged most of the school and you don't want to do it again at camp? Really?" She gestured emphatically between Brian and Oz.
"I thought we were—" Brian began, only to be immediately cut off as a spectral finger was pointed his way.
"That's right, Brian! Your big dick energy against Oz's overflowing charm, round two!" Polly announced like a carnival barker, her ghostly form practically vibrating with excitement.
Oz shifted uncomfortably, looking to his girlfriend with clear hesitation. "I don't know, Polly... it's just that—" Of course, she wouldn't give him time to voice his concerns, steamrolling ahead with her usual relentless enthusiasm.
"Excellent, Oz is on board!" Polly declared, clapping her hands together. "What about you two?" She turned her attention to Amira and Vicky. "Don't tell me you didn't have fun last time?"
The two girls exchanged glances, memories of their time at Spooky High flashing between them - the initial bet, the competition, and most importantly, the spectacular night the four of them had shared. A slow blush crept up Vicky's cheeks as she played with a lock of her hair.
"I mean... I didn't have that bad a time, I guess," the Frankenstein girl admitted, her voice slightly higher than usual.
"Yeah, honestly it was quite fun..." Amira added with a casual shrug, though the spark in her eyes betrayed her nonchalance.
Polly, never one to let momentum die, pounced on their half-hearted admissions. "PERFECT... then it's settled, we'll make the bet again!"
Vicky and Amira shared another look, this time more exasperated than thoughtful. They hadn't exactly said yes, but at this point, they knew better than to try stopping the ghost woman's momentum. With synchronized sighs, they acquiesced.
"Sounds far more fun than watching a meteor shower," Amira conceded with a wicked giggle.
"I didn't have such a bad time on the previous bet," Vicky added, still blushing but smiling now, "so I guess it wouldn't be bad..."
Brian, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, finally spoke up. "Got to have stakes," he reminded them with a lazy smirk, his eyes glinting. "Boo."
"You're right, Brian," Polly agreed, turning her attention to what she clearly saw as the two prizes of the competition. "Besides the reward, we need an appropriate punishment. What do you think?" She looked expectantly between Vicky and Amira.
"How about the same as last time?" Vicky suggested with a shrug, clearly drawing a blank on alternatives.
Amira shook her head, flames dancing in her hair. "I don't know, girl. We're in a different situation. I don't think the punishment would fit very well."
"That's true," Vicky agreed. "And besides, it would be very repetitive, and that's boring."
The three girls fell into thoughtful silence for a moment before Polly's face lit up with inspiration. "EASY! Loser spends the entire night of the meteor shower naked!" she declared, clapping her hands together with glee.
The announcement drew immediate and varied reactions from the group.
"WHAT?! B-BUT I CAN'T DO THAT!" Oz shrieked, his form flickering wildly as he clutched his chest like he might actually have a cardiac arrest.
"Holy shit, now that's a good one," Amira laughed, already picturing the scenario with obvious amusement.
Both Zoe and Vicky blushed furiously at the mental image, though neither seemed entirely opposed to the idea.
Brian, ever unflappable, simply shrugged. "Oh no, people might see it," he playfully protested, making a show of covering his groin even as he laughed. "Fine, but what does the winner get?"
"Well, we can do the reward from last time," Polly suggested with a waggle of her eyebrows. "You two as the prize - a good night of threesome under the meteor shower."
Vicky and Amira considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"I mean, fine by me," Amira said, then raised a valid point.
"So what do you say, guys? Are you in on the bet?"
Brian, in a rare burst of energy, pumped his fist in the air as he looked at his opponent, Oz. "I'm in!"
All eyes turned to Oz, who was the only holdout. "I'm not doing it..." he said quietly but firmly.
The reaction was immediate. "Boo, you can't be serious..." Polly said, her spectral form drooping with disappointment. "You're really not going to partake?"
"You sure, buddy?" Brian asked, almost frowning. Even Vicky and Amira looked crestfallen at Oz's refusal.
Oz took a deep breath. "I-I mean yeah... I admit it was fun last time, but now I have girlfriends and I don't feel very comfortable doing this behind their backs," he explained, turning to Zoe for support.
To everyone's surprise, the eldritch goddess simply smiled. "Oh Oz... you're such a sweetheart," she cooed, nuzzling against him with affection. "But honestly, I don't mind."
"No?" Oz blinked in surprise.
"Not at all," Zoe assured him. "In fact, I would love another bet, and this time..." She tightened her tentacular embrace. "I can support you from the start..."
Oz's entire form flushed violet at the implication.
"Well, Oz, it seems she's for it," Polly said with an unusually tender smile, clearly touched by Oz's loyalty even in the face of potential fun.
"W-well, give me a second..." the shadow being muttered, fishing his phone from his pocket with slightly trembling hands.
"Who are you calling?" Vicky asked as Oz began dialing.
"Miranda," he answered matter-of-factly.
"Right now?" Brian asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow. "She's probably busy with royal duties or whatever."
"Of course, dude," Oz said, slightly offended. "I'm not going to accept this and go behind her back without her permission." He paused, then added with complete sincerity, "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?"
The heartfelt question elicited a chorus of "Awwws" from the girls, their expressions softening at Oz's unwavering devotion. As the phone rang, Oz took a deep breath, ready to explain the situation to his other girlfriend with complete honesty.
Meanwhile, in the Merkingdoom...
"Uuuugghh..." Miranda Vanderbilt let out a deep, guttural growl of boredom as she slumped over her ornate desk, surrounded by literal mountains of paperwork. The weight of her royal duties as princess of the Merkingdoom pressed down on her like an anchor. "...Ughhh, how many more things do I have to sign? I've been here for days!"
"U-uh, umm, actually, Princess..." A small animated dolphin—one of her many aquatic serfs—spoke up timidly. "It's only been half an hour since you started..."
Miranda slowly turned her head, fixing the servant with a glare so icy it could freeze the ocean depths. "That one... execute him," she commanded, her voice dripping with casual malice.
"Huh?!" The dolphin's eyes bulged in shock.
Before he could protest further, two hulking fishmen royal guards surged forward, their scaled hands clamping around the unfortunate servant's flippers. They dragged him toward the dungeons, where a painful execution awaited.
"Oh man..." was all the doomed serf managed to utter before disappearing down the dark corridor.
Miranda exhaled dramatically, pressing her forehead against the parchment in front of her. "Uuugghh, why didn't I listen to them? I should've gone to Camp Spooky..." she groaned, her voice muffled by the paperwork. "I miss Zoe... and my handsome knight in shining armor..."
Just then, a melodic ringtone cut through her self-pity. One of her remaining serfs—a nervous little cuttlefish—waddled forward, tentatively offering her a buzzing phone in one trembling limb.
"M-my lady... your phone is ringing," he stammered. "By an... 'Oz'?"
Miranda's head snapped up so fast her coral crown nearly toppled off. "REALLY?!"
She didn't give the cuttlefish a chance to respond. In one fluid motion, she snatched the phone, shoved the servant aside, and pressed the device to her ear, her entire demeanor transforming from bored royalty to lovestruck maiden.
"Hello there, my beloved knight~" she cooed, her voice suddenly sweet and singsong. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the mere sound of his voice.
"O-oh, hi, Miranda... how are you doing?" Oz's shy, slightly distorted voice crackled through the line.
"I'm doing fine, my beloved... missing you so much," she purred, twirling a lock of her hair. "Did you miss me too? It must be dreadfully boring there... being in that disgusting camp without me."
"Yeah, Zoe and I miss you," Oz admitted, his tone softening. "Honestly, things aren't as fun without you."
Miranda's grin widened. "I knew it~"
"Listen, Miranda... I need to ask you something," Oz continued, his voice tinged with nervousness.
"Whatever you want, my beloved knight~" she trilled, already mentally preparing to say yes to anything.
"W-well... remember the bet we made during Spooky High?"
"Of course I remember," she said, her voice dripping with nostalgia. "How could I forget those days?"
"Well... you remember the terms, right?" Oz paused. "Vicky, Amira, and Polly want to make another bet here at Monster Camp."
Miranda's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp seriousness.
"I, uh, talked to Zoe, and she said she's fine with participating," Oz hurried on. "So I wanted to know what you think..."
"My opinion?" Miranda echoed, momentarily stunned.
"W-well, yeah... I am your consort, right?" Oz fumbled. "I don't want to do anything behind your back without your permission."
Miranda's heart melted. The sheer loyalty of her knight—thinking of her even when she wasn't there! She clutched the phone tighter, her fins fluttering.
"Of course you have my blessing, my knight~" she declared, already striding out of the throne room, her serfs scrambling to keep up.
"Really? It doesn't bother you at all?" Oz sounded genuinely surprised.
"Not at all, my beloved," Miranda said, her voice dropping into a regal purr as she swept through the palace corridors. "They've challenged my knight to a duel. For my honor—and yours—you must accept. And you must win."
"Well, thanks, Miranda... I'll be sure to win," Oz said, his voice warming with determination.
"Don't worry, my knight..." Miranda's smirk turned devious as she reached a decision. "...And I'm already on my way there. It's only right that I go and support my beloved as his devoted girlfriend~"
"U-uh?!" Oz's voice sputtered through the phone. "B-but M-Miranda, y-you don't have to—"
CLICK.
Miranda hung up before he could finish, her mind already racing with plans. "SERFS!" she bellowed.
Instantly, a dozen aquatic servants materialized at her side. "Yes, my lady?"
"Prepare my carriage," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "We're leaving for Camp Spooky immediately."
She stormed down the hall—only to nearly collide with her three sisters: Laudanda, Bellanda, and Amanda, who blinked at her in unison.
"Miranda, where are you going?" Laudanda, the eldest, demanded, her arms crossed.
Miranda whirled around, her eyes blazing. "MY BELOVED KNIGHT NEEDS ME."
And with that, she was gone, leaving her sisters standing in bewildered silence.
"Well... so much for her responsibilities to the kingdom," Bellanda muttered, rolling her eyes.
"I honestly don't understand what she sees in that boy," Laudanda sighed.
"tell me about it... I saw him once when he visited with that other girl," Bellanda sneered, using her pinky to emphasize Oz's... modest stature. "Let's just say he's not much to look at."
"I don't know... to me, he's kind of cute," Amanda mused.
A heavy pause followed.
Laudanda and Bellanda slowly turned to stare at their youngest sister in disgust. Amanda simply shrugged.
"What?"
"Well, what did she say?" Zoe asked with eager curiosity as the others leaned in, waiting for the shadow being's response.
Oz fidgeted slightly before answering. "Well... it seems Miranda has no problem with it. Besides, she wants me to win for her honor, so... I guess that's that."
In an instant, Polly threw her hands up in celebration. "Hell yeah!" she cheered, her spectral form shimmering with excitement.
"Also, it seems she's also coming to Camp Spooky?" Oz added hesitantly.
"Even better!" Polly grinned, clapping her hands together. "So everything's arranged, right?" She turned to Vicky and Amira, who both nodded in confirmation.
"And you two?" Polly's gaze shifted between the two competitors—Brian, who stood with his usual lazy indifference, and Oz, who glanced nervously at Zoe for reassurance.
"Sure," Brian answered nonchalantly. Though, those who know him could tell the slight, up-beat cadence he added.
Oz swallowed hard before answering. "W-well, sure, why not?" he stammered, forcing a smile.
"Well then, guys... you know what that means," Polly announced, pausing for dramatic effect. "You have until meteor shower night to sleep with as many people as possible at this camp. Whoever wins gets a threesome with these two beauties!" She gestured grandly at Vicky, who immediately turned bright red and looked away, and Amira, who simply smirked, clearly unbothered.
"And whoever loses..." Polly continued, her grin widening, "...has to be completely naked for the entire meteor shower night."
The four exchanged glances before nodding in reluctant agreement.
"Great! WE START RIGHT NOW!" Polly clapped her hands together, her voice ringing with enthusiasm as she officially kicked off the competition. "May the best cock win~" she added with a playful wink.
Oz cleared his throat awkwardly. *"I-in that case, I-I think we should start with a 2 to 0 lead..."*
Brian blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Because..." Zoe interjected, draping a possessive tentacle around Oz's shoulders, "...Oz already has me and Polly~" She nuzzled against his chest before tugging him away. "Come on, Polly—we're going to win this competition~"
But Polly didn't move.
A few seconds passed before Zoe and Oz realized the ghost woman wasn't following. "Polly?" Oz called, confused.
Polly simply smiled, her expression unreadable.
"You're... with us, right?" Oz asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Again, Polly remained silent, her grin unwavering.
"You're with us, right?!" Oz repeated, more insistently this time.
Finally, Polly let out a soft sigh. "Yeah... no. I'm sorry, Boo."
Before Oz or Zoe could react, Polly floated over to Brian, looping her arm through his with a mischievous grin. "But I already taught you everything I know. You're a master now, and you've got Zoe on your side. So, to make things a little fair... I'm going to be on the big guy's team."
"Awesome." Simple and to the point, Brian doesn't hide his approval.
"Don't take it personally," Polly added with a wink. "Just keeping the game interesting."
"Polly...!" Oz and Zoe stood frozen, stunned by the sudden betrayal. Having Polly on their side had been a huge advantage—and now Brian had her.
"Fine!" Zoe huffed, recovering quickly. She grabbed Oz's hand and began dragging him away. "We can win without you. GAME ON!" she declared, her voice dripping with competitive fire.
Polly giggled, turning her attention back to Brian. "Now come on, big guy... we've got a competition to win~" she purred, leading him toward the lake. "And I’ve got the perfect plan."
Brian allowed himself to be guided, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he followed his 'coach's' lead.
The two contestants were ready. The stakes were set. And now, there was only one question left:
Who would win?
They had one week to rack up the most conquests—a seemingly impossible task for anyone else. But as I’d said before...
Back then, we were young and unafraid.
And we were more than ready to begin.