The boy approached the bioluminescent mushroom.
“What do you see?” asked the boy.
“Blood. Murder. Betrayal. The feasting on man’s flesh as they approach the dark twilight of their last remaining days on earth,” said the mushroom.
The boy smiled. “Sounds like fun. What do you will of me?”
The bioluminescent mushroom twinkled in thought. “Things are progressing far too slowly. We need help.”
The boy frowned. “I’ve been killing several people a day. Yesterday I killed five!”
“You’ve been doing an excellent job," The mushroom said, reasuringly. "But time is running out. I’m the only one who can turn you back into a mushroom. And when that happens, do you want to become a…a pizza topping?”
The boy looked at his feet. “No.”
“Of course not. I only have several hundred years left. And you are already 17 of their years old. We need help.”
“What should I do?”
The mushroom turned slightly blue in relief. “Are you aware of this thing the humans call…mafia?”
“Yes,” the boy said.
“Good. We’ll need their help to set up a meeting with Ken Kutaragi.”
The boy gave a faint smile. “Tell me what to do.”
The mushroom chuckled to himself. He wasn't chuckling because the impending slaughter of the citizens of Wheresville, Transylvania was funny. Though it was. He was chuckling because the humans would blame their most horrible misfortune on the vampires and werewolves...when the real culprits would, as always, be the humans themselves.
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