[Scene opens in a spooky-ass forest. The trees are gnarled like they're trying to strangle the sky, and the wind howls like it just stubbed its toe. Lincoln walks beside June, who casually crushes rocks under her feet like they owe her money.]

EXT. SPOOKY FOREST – NIGHT

LINCOLN: (nervous) You sure this Bat Tower isn't, like… full of monsters?

JUNE: (snorting) HA! NO MONSTERS. JUST A FANCY-ASS BAT LADY WHO TALKS LIKE SHE'S BETTER THAN EVERYONE.

LINCOLN: (skeptical) That doesn't sound better.

[Before Lincoln can reconsider his entire life, they reach a massive, crooked tower. Bats swirl around the top like it's a goth nightclub. A giant door creaks open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway.]

[Enter COUNT BATULA. She looks exactly like Lucy Loud, but taller, draped in a black and red vampire cloak, with fangs just peeking from her lips. Her skin is pale as a corpse that hasn't paid its light bill.]

COUNT BATULA: (smiling) Ah. Guests. How… delightful.

LINCOLN: (internal panic) Oh god. It's Lucy. It's Lucy with fangs. I am going to die here.

JUNE: (grinning) SUP, BAT BITCH.

[Count Batula's eye twitches, but she remains composed.]

COUNT BATULA: (calm) Please. Call me Count Batula. Or Your Eternal Darkness. Either is acceptable.

JUNE: (shrugging) SURE THING, BAT BUTT.

LINCOLN: (whispering) June, can you not piss off the vampire?

COUNT BATULA: (gesturing inside) Come in. I insist.

INT. BATULA'S DINING HALL – NIGHT

[The dining hall is dimly lit with candelabras. The long table is covered in fancy, gothic-style plates. Lincoln hesitantly takes a seat while June plops down like she owns the place.]

[Batula elegantly pours a goblet of deep red wine and slides a plate of exotic, mysterious food toward Lincoln.]

COUNT BATULA: (smiling) You must be tired. Eat. Drink. You are safe here… for now.

LINCOLN: (staring at the wine) Uh… what exactly is this?

COUNT BATULA: (grinning) Aged to perfection. It's not blood if that's what you're thinking.

LINCOLN: (not convinced) That is exactly what I was thinking.

JUNE: (grabbing a turkey leg) FOOD'S GOOD. BETTER THAN THAT CRAP THE SWAMP PEOPLE EAT.

COUNT BATULA: (pleasantly) Ah, yes. We take pride in our fine cuisine.

JUNE: (laughing) CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR YOUR BLOODSUCKING ANCESTORS. I HEARD THEY COULDN'T DRAIN A GOAT RIGHT IF THEIR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT.

[The room goes DEAD SILENT. The temperature seems to drop. Count Batula's eye twitches. The candles flicker ominously.]

COUNT BATULA: (voice dropping) …Excuse me?

LINCOLN: (whispering) June. Oh my god. Shut up.

JUNE: (grinning) WHAT? AM I WRONG? BIGGEST FAILURES IN BAT HISTORY. NO WONDER THEY ALL GOT STAKED LIKE CHUMPS.

[A sudden GUST of supernatural wind BLOWS through the room. The chandelier rattles. Batula is now levitating off the ground, her eyes glowing red.]

COUNT BATULA: (furious) YOU DARE INSULT THE HOUSE OF BATULA? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?!

LINCOLN: (hiding under the table) A very scary vampire lady?!

[Just as it looks like things are about to go full Dracula-rampage, Batula takes a deep breath and… calms down. She adjusts her cloak and lands gracefully.]

COUNT BATULA: (cool again) But… I am merciful. I will overlook this ignorance.

LINCOLN: (whispering) Oh, thank god.

JUNE: (still grinning) LUCKY ME.

THE STRANGEST OFFER

[Count Batula leans in, smiling at Lincoln in a way that makes his skin crawl.]

COUNT BATULA: I have a… request.

LINCOLN: (nervous) Oh boy. Here we go.

COUNT BATULA: You see, my mansion is powered by a very unique energy source.

LINCOLN: (dreading) I don't like where this is going.

COUNT BATULA: (grinning) Spankings.

LINCOLN: (choking on his drink) EXCUSE ME?!

COUNT BATULA: (calmly) Yes. The cries of discipline fuel my estate. Unfortunately, I am running low on willing participants.

LINCOLN: (horrified) Willing?!

COUNT BATULA: (smiling) That's where you come in, my little guest. Bring me villagers. Drop them in my chambers. And in return, I shall give you a trinket.

LINCOLN: (disgusted) That's the deal?! Kidnap innocent people so you can—?!

JUNE: (laughing) HA! THAT'S THE DUMBEST POWER SOURCE I EVER HEARD OF.

COUNT BATULA: (grinning) And yet, it works.

LINCOLN: (standing up) NOPE. NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. I'm out. I'd rather take my chances with swamp people.

COUNT BATULA: (smirking) A pity. But… I have other ways to convince you.

[She suddenly raises her hand. Lincoln feels his body shrink. His arms turn into wings. His nose extends. Within seconds, he's a tiny, white-haired BAT.]

LINCOLN: (squeaking) WHAT THE HELL?!

COUNT BATULA: (smiling) Congratulations. You are now one of us.

LINCOLN: (flapping around in panic) CHANGE ME BACK!

COUNT BATULA: Bring me three villagers. Drop them into my chambers. Then, and only then, will I restore you.

[June just watches, laughing her ass off.]

JUNE: (clapping) HOLY SHIT, THIS IS HILARIOUS.

LINCOLN: (screaming) THIS IS NOT FUNNY!

COUNT BATULA: (smirking) Fly, little bat. The night is young.

[Lincoln, now a tiny, miserable bat, flaps out into the night, knowing full well this might be the worst thing that has ever happened to him.]

CUT TO: SPOOKY VILLAGE – NIGHT

[The sky is a swirling mass of dark clouds. The moon looks like it's judging Lincoln personally. A tiny, miserable white-haired bat flaps through the air, dodging creepy tree branches and the occasional aggressive owl.]

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (panicking) THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. I AM A BAT. THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. HOW DID EVERYTHING GO SO WRONG SO FAST?!

[He wobbles through the air, still getting used to his new body. His tiny bat wings are flimsy, and his echolocation is just screaming in his own head.]

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (frustrated) Ugh, okay, focus! I just need to find three villagers, drop them in Batula's creepy dungeon, and then maybe I can be a human again!

[As he swoops lower, he sees the village below—a collection of run-down houses, flickering lanterns, and cobblestone streets. But something's… off. The streets are completely empty. No people. No sounds. Just cold, eerie silence.]

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (confused) Wait. Where is everyone?

[Then, he hears it. A soft, whispery giggle.]

EXT. ABANDONED GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

[Lincoln follows the sound, flapping toward a small, overgrown graveyard at the edge of the village. A thick fog rolls over the ground. The tombstones are old and cracked, covered in claw marks and names long faded away.]

[And then, he sees them.]

[Three floating figures hover above a broken mausoleum. They are translucent, glowing softly, their flowing dresses shimmering in the night. They look… young, maybe around his age, but their hollow, glowing eyes and twisted smiles make it very clear—these are not normal girls.]

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (shivering) Oh no. Ohhh no.

[The ghost girls turn their heads unnaturally fast, all locking eyes on him.]

GHOST GIRL #1: (grinning) Ooooh, a visitor.

GHOST GIRL #2: (giggling) And such a tiny one…

GHOST GIRL #3: (whispering) Are you lost, little bat?

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (fake confidence) Haha, nooo! Just… sightseeing! Checking out the spooky decor! Love what you've done with the place! Very haunted chic!

GHOST GIRL #1: (floating closer) You're lying.

GHOST GIRL #2: (tilting head) We love liars.

GHOST GIRL #3: (eyes glowing) Because they scream the loudest.

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (internal screaming) WHY DOES EVERYTHING IN THIS DIMENSION WANT TO KILL ME?

[Before he can fly away, the ghosts rush him. They move in a blur, surrounding him in a whirlwind of cold air and laughter.]

GHOST GIRL #1: (whispering in his ear) Stay with us…

GHOST GIRL #2: (running cold fingers along his tiny bat wing) Play with us…

GHOST GIRL #3: (smiling) Be ours forever…

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (desperate) WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! I CAN GIVE YOU SOMETHING BETTER!

[The ghosts pause. They hover around him, intrigued.]

GHOST GIRL #1: (curious) Better?

GHOST GIRL #2: Do tell…

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): How do you feel about a giant spooky castle run by a vampire lady with an obsession for… uh… "discipline"?

[The ghosts exchange glances. Then they giggle.]

GHOST GIRL #3: Intriguing…

GHOST GIRL #1: A new home…

GHOST GIRL #2: And maybe new victims…?

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): Sure! You can haunt the whole place! Spook up the halls! Lurk in the shadows! Make people cry! Whatever ghost stuff you're into!

[The ghosts look at each other and nod.]

GHOST GIRL #1: Very well, little bat. We accept.

GHOST GIRL #2: Take us there…

GHOST GIRL #3: But if you lie… we'll keep you.

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (gulping) Oh, I am VERY motivated to keep my end of the deal, trust me.

INT. BATULA'S CASTLE – THRONE ROOM

[Count Batula lounges on her extravagant throne, sipping from a goblet. June sits nearby, chugging an entire bottle of wine like it's a sports drink.]

[Then, a gust of wind blows through the chamber. Lincoln flaps inside, looking EXHAUSTED, and behind him… the three ghost girls drift in like royalty.]

COUNT BATULA: (raising an eyebrow) Oh? What have we here?

GHOST GIRL #1: (smiling) We come to haunt your halls…

GHOST GIRL #2: To lurk in your shadows…

GHOST GIRL #3: To whisper in the dark…

COUNT BATULA: (smirking) Ohhh, I like them.

LINCOLN (AS A BAT): (panting) Great. Fantastic. Can I be human now?

COUNT BATULA: (amused) You did keep your end of the deal…

[She snaps her fingers. In a flash of eerie black mist, Lincoln is back to normal, sprawled on the floor, groaning.]

LINCOLN: (muttering) I hate everything.

[Batula reaches into her cloak and pulls out a shiny trinket, tossing it to Lincoln.]

COUNT BATULA: A deal well kept. You may leave… unless you'd like to stay and experience my methods of discipline yourself.

LINCOLN: (grabbing the trinket, standing up IMMEDIATELY) NOPE. GOODBYE FOREVER.

JUNE: (grinning) YOU SURE? SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD TIME TO ME.

LINCOLN: (grabbing June's arm) We are LEAVING.

COUNT BATULA: (smirking) Do come back if you ever wish to embrace the darkness…

LINCOLN: (walking out) I would rather drink sand.

[As Lincoln and June leave, the ghost girls giggle, already making themselves at home in Batula's mansion. The doors slam shut behind them, and Lincoln lets out a long, exhausted sigh.]

JUNE: (laughing) THAT WAS FUN.

LINCOLN: (dead inside) I was a bat, June. A BAT.

JUNE: SHOULD'VE STAYED A BAT. SUITED YOU.

LINCOLN: I hate you so much right now.

[And with that, they continue their journey, with Lincoln gripping his new trinket and swearing to never trust goth vampires ever again.]

FADE TO BLACK.

END OF CHAPTER 10.