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Title: Shadows of Mischief

Chapter 1: A Midnight Prank

The moon cast an eerie glow through the windows of Lockwood & Co.'s headquarters, illuminating the dusty room. Lucy Carlyle and George Cubbins exchanged mischievous glances as they tiptoed towards Lockwood's office. It was time for a little payback.

With a silent giggle, Lucy pushed the door open, revealing the sight that awaited them. Lockwood, their enigmatic leader, was slumped over his desk, fast asleep. His usually impeccable appearance was disheveled, wearing nothing but a crumpled grey t-shirt. Papers were scattered haphazardly around him, and a papercut marred his cheekbone, a thin line of blood glistening in the moonlight. His hand, too, bore a fresh slice, evidence of his tireless dedication to their ghost-hunting agency.

George couldn't help but chuckle, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, well, well, look who's finally caught napping on the job. Should we wake him up, or shall we let him enjoy his beauty sleep?"

Lucy smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, I think we should definitely wake him up. It's payback time, after all."

They approached Lockwood's desk, careful not to disturb the scattered papers. Lucy leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, Lockwood, rise and shine!"

Lockwood stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on Lucy and George. "What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

George couldn't resist a sly grin. "Oh, nothing much, just thought we'd wake you up from your beauty sleep. You know, since you're always so well-rested."

Lockwood's gaze shifted from George to Lucy, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Very funny, you two. What's the occasion?"

Lucy couldn't help but tease him further. "Well, we thought we'd give you a taste of your own medicine. You're always pulling pranks on us, so we figured it was about time we returned the favor."

Lockwood chuckled, his tired eyes lighting up. "Fair enough. I suppose I had it coming."

As he stood up, Lucy noticed the exhaustion etched on his face, despite his attempt to hide it. She reached out, gently touching the papercut on his cheekbone. "Lockwood, you're hurt. Why didn't you tell us?"

Lockwood shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Just a minor accident. Nothing to worry about."

George rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Of course, nothing to worry about. Just a little bloodshed in the name of paperwork."

Lucy shot George a playful glare before turning her attention back to Lockwood. "Well, accidents aside, we're here to remind you that even the fearless Anthony Lockwood needs a break sometimes. You can't carry the weight of the agency on your shoulders alone."

Lockwood's smile softened, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, both of you. I appreciate your concern. I suppose I do get carried away sometimes."

George smirked, his voice filled with mock seriousness. "Well, Lockwood, it's a good thing we're here to keep you in check. Someone's got to make sure you don't work yourself to death."

Lockwood chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "I suppose I should be grateful for that."

As they left Lockwood's office, the moonlight casting long shadows behind them, Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. Lockwood & Co. was more than just a ghost-hunting agency; it was a family. And in that moment, Lucy knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other's backs.

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Language: English