Shadows Over Seabrook: The Enigma of Secrets"

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟒

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The news, thanks to the Acey's relentless social media updates and Bucky's newfound zeal to spread the word (the irony being he'd spent his life scoffing at such stories), had exploded across Seabrook. Werewolves were real. The legend whispered through generations, dismissed as mere campfire tales, was now a terrifying reality.

Whispers even reached town hall, prompting discussions of reinstating the dormant anti-zombie laws. This news had Bucky, and a significant portion of the town, positively buzzing.

"See! I always knew those stories about the forest monsters were true!" Bucky crowed, practically vibrating in his seat.

"Was that before or after you face-planted out of the bus and knocked yourself silly?" Y/N, seated beside Bucky and the Acey twins, couldn't help but quip. "Maybe you knocked some common sense loose during your tumble in the woods? Should we go look for it?"

Bucky's face flushed crimson. "And nobody believed me!" he sputtered, slumping onto the bench with a theatrical display of indignation. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low hiss intended only for Y/N. "You know, you're really not funny, (Y/N). If you want to stay on this squad, you better tone down the sass, little cousin."

Y/N's jaw clenched. Fury flickered in her eyes as she whipped around to face him. "Bucky, you wouldn't..." she began, their classic sibling rivalry threatening to erupt. "Remember, without me on the team, your chances of winning anything are slim to none."

Stacey, oblivious to the simmering tension between the cousins, sensed a brewing storm. "I thought werewolves were just myths," she piped up, desperate to deflect the awkwardness.

Jacey, ever the dim bulb, chimed in, "Yeah, like cavities." He flashed a gap-toothed grin, prompting both sets of twins to break their glare-off and stare at him in disbelief. "Wait, those are real too?" he exclaimed, whipping out his phone to examine his teeth for potential cavities. Jacey clearly wasn't blessed with an abundance of brain cells.

Meanwhile, a different conversation unfolded nearby. Zoey, the ever-enthusiastic little zombie, was asking her father, Mr. Necrodopolis, a rather peculiar question. Y/N, having had enough of Bucky's antics, decided to eavesdrop.

"But Dad, can't I have a pet werewolf?" Zoey pleaded, her voice tinged with childish excitement. Apparently, being the only zombie in her class had ignited a yearning for a friend.

"Werewolves ain't pets, Zoey," Mr. Necrodopolis, chuckled softly. "And they certainly ain't friendly!"

"Yeah, they'll come for you in the dead of night and gobble you up!" Y/N chimed in, appearing behind Zoey like a mischievous phantom. She reached out and tickled the little girl's sides, hoping to elicit a giggle and lighten the mood.

Zoey squealed with laughter, momentarily forgetting her desire for a furry friend. Zevon chuckled heartily at their playful exchange. He considered Y/N practically a daughter.

"Hey, Y/N, how was cheer camp?" Zevon asked, addressing Y/N with her alias.

"Amazing, aside from the whole werewolf fiasco and the bus crash, thanks to a certain someone," Y/N said. "Oh, and we won the Cheer Camp Cup too!"