Beak had reached his limit.
He had spent the entire morning glaring at Jack, whispering to himself, and pointing suspiciously at curtains. Finally, he decided it was time to expose the truth.
So, naturally, he called a meeting.
Every vampire in the castle gathered in the great hall. There were dramatic entrances, swirling capes, and one vampire who immediately got tangled in his own cloak and had to be untangled by three others.
Jack stood beside Mira, trying very hard to look undead.
“This is it,” Mira whispered. “You’re about to get dramatically exposed.”
Jack nodded. “If I faint, drag me somewhere safe.”
The meeting began.
“I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT,” Beak shouted, pointing wildly. “There is an IMPOSTER among us!”
The hall erupted in gasps.
“AN IMPOSTER?”
“LIKE… A HUMAN?”
“OR WORSE—A VEGETARIAN?”
Jack attempted his most innocent vampire face—which unfortunately involved stepping directly on Timmy’s foot.
“EEEEEK!” Timmy squealed. “MY FOOT! MY ANKLE! MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE!”
Timmy collapsed onto the floor, arms flung out dramatically.
No one noticed.
Ben yawned loudly. “Beak. Make it quick. I’m on level fifteen.”
Beak pointed straight at Jack. “HE IS A HUMAN PRETENDING TO BE A VAMPIRE!”
Jack braced himself. This was it. He was ready to faint. Maybe twice.
Ben stared at Beak.
Then Ben laughed.
Not a small laugh. A full-body, controller-shaking laugh.
“Oh, Beak,” Ben said, wiping his eyes. “That’s your best joke yet.”
Beak froze. “What?”
“A human pretending to be a vampire?” Ben chuckled. “Classic. You should take this act on the road.”
The vampires laughed too.
“Hilarious!”
“So original!”
“I almost believed it!”
Jack slowly relaxed.
Mira blinked. “Wait… that actually worked?”
“Meeting adjourned!” Ben said. “I have levels to conquer.”
The vampires scattered instantly, stepping over Timmy, who was still unconscious.
As soon as the hall was empty, Jack took off one shoe and hurled it.
BONK.
Beak yelped, stumbled backward, tripped over a coffin, and fell straight inside.
The lid slammed shut.
“HEY!” Beak shouted from inside. “LET ME OUT!”
Jack dusted his hands. “Oops.”
Later that day, Timmy limped over to Jack, whispering nervously. “Um… are you actually a human?”
Jack gasped. “Timmy. That’s offensive.”
“Oh. Sorry,” Timmy said quickly.
“I’m a vampire,” Jack said firmly. “With a bold fashion sense.”
Timmy nodded. “Makes sense.”
Somewhere deep in the castle, Ben’s voice echoed again—
🎵 “LET IT GOOOOO—LET IT GOOOOO—WHY IS THIS BOSS SO HARD—” 🎵
Jack smiled.
His ridiculous plan had worked.
For now.
🌀 What Just Happened?
- Beak called a dramatic meeting to expose an imposter.
- Jack was accused, Timmy fainted, and nobody cared.
- Ben laughed, declared it a joke, and went back to gaming.
- Jack threw a shoe and locked Beak in a coffin.
- Everyone decided Jack was definitely a vampire with terrible fashion.
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