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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 trickling down. His hand, too, bore a fresh slice, evidence of his tireless dedication to their ghost-hunting agency.

George couldn't help but smirk. "Well, well, look who's finally caught napping on the job."

Lucy's eyes widened, concern replacing her mischievousness. "George, this isn't right. Lockwood must have been working late again. We shouldn't disturb him."

George rolled his eyes, his sarcasm dripping from his words. "Oh, come on, Lucy. It's just a harmless prank. Besides, he's always teasing us. It's time we returned the favor."

Reluctantly, Lucy approached Lockwood's desk, her voice filled with worry. "But look at him, George. He's exhausted. We can't just leave him like this."

George's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of guilt. "Alright, fine. Let's wake him up gently then."

They carefully nudged Lockwood's shoulder, hoping to rouse him without causing any further harm. His eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze for a moment before recognition dawned.

"Lucy? George? What's going on?" Lockwood's voice was groggy, his words slurred.

Lucy's concern deepened as she noticed the exhaustion etched on his face. "We're sorry, Lockwood. We didn't mean to disturb you. We were just playing a prank."

Lockwood rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "A prank? At this hour? You two never cease to amaze me."

George sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry about that. We didn't realize how late it was."

Lockwood straightened up, wincing as he accidentally brushed his injured cheekbone. "It's alright. I suppose I deserved it for all the times I've startled you both. But next time, maybe choose a more appropriate hour."

Lucy's eyes softened, and she reached out to gently touch Lockwood's hand, noticing the thin slice on his palm. "Lockwood, you're hurt. Why didn't you tell us?"

Lockwood shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's just a couple of papercuts. Nothing to worry about. I was too engrossed in these reports to notice."

George's guilt deepened, and he sighed. "We should have been more considerate, Lockwood. We'll clean up the mess and let you get some rest."

Lockwood nodded, gratitude shining in his tired eyes. "Thank you, both of you. I appreciate the thought, even if the execution was a bit flawed."

As Lucy and George began tidying up the scattered papers, a newfound understanding settled between them. They realized that their pranks, though lighthearted, could sometimes have unintended consequences. From that night on, they vowed to be more mindful of Lockwood's well-being, knowing that their friendship and teamwork were the foundation of their success in the ghost-hunting world.

And so, as the moon continued to cast its ethereal glow, Lockwood, Lucy, and George forged ahead, united by their shared adventures and the bonds that grew stronger with each passing night.

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