The next day... Rad ditched his work uniform and put on a purple jacket and black leather boots. He wore black pants and put a purple hood over his head, trying to hide as much skin as possible. He didn't crack one smile as he walked past Enid.

"Um... Rad? Did you go... Turbo?" Enid asked him as she chewed some pink bubblegum. She sounded a bit concerned. "I'm not going turbo, Enid. I'm fine. I just want to chill. I'm takin' the emo side of life for once, bruh." Rad said, trying his hardest to sound like his normal, obnoxious self.

Enid rolled her eyes. "Look, if what I said yesterday hurt you that badly, then I'm sorry Rad. I'm sorry for saying I hate your face."

"It's not that... It's the bite. Last night I–" Rad whispered.

"Wait... Don't tell me..." Enid gulped.

The two starred at each other nervously, both their eyes goofily large. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they imagined the chaos and carnage an alien werewolf would cause for KO, Carol, Mr. Gar, and the others.

"Enid... This is all your dad's fault." Rad whispered breaking the intense silence.

"It's technically yours for inviting yourself over to my house!" Enid whisper yelled back.

"Well I'm not the one with a werewolf father!"

"Shut up! KO's coming!" Enid hissed.