In a far-off realm of Artela, there lived a peculiar warlock named AI Vinci. He had all the usual warlock traits: a towering, pointed hat, a mysterious black cat named Spectra, and an impressive broomstick. But AI Vinci was different. Although he looked every bit the part of a sinister spellcaster, he was famously kind-hearted. His potions? Always meant to cure ailments or help people rest. His spells? Usually just a mix of harmless sparkles and charming little surprises.
Halloween, however, was AI Vinci’s favorite day of the year. It was the one night he could let his “wicked” side shine... sort of. Each year, AI Vinci would dress up in his Dark Magician costume—complete with extra-long, crooked nails, a scowling mask, and a cloak as black as midnight. But he had a problem: every Halloween, his “evil” spells went hilariously wrong.
One Halloween, he tried to cast a spell to make his laugh sound bone-chillingly terrifying, but instead, it came out as a delightful chuckle. AI Vinci decided to hand out “cursed” candy to the children, but the sweets ended up tasting like extra-sweet, glittery delights. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t shake off his cheerful nature.
That year, the Artela villagers decided to join in the fun. Knowing AI Vinci’s habit of misfiring spooky spells, they all dressed up in costumes and pretended to be “scared” of his charms, showering him with praise for his “dark powers” that made them “tremble” (or, really, giggle).
As the evening wore on, AI Vinci took to the village square for a grand speech, promising to “haunt the dreams” of everyone present. Right on cue, his spell backfired, turning the stage into a cloud of multicolored sparkles. AI Vinci let out an embarrassed chuckle, but the crowd erupted in laughter and applause, celebrating his “most terrifying” spell yet.
And from that Halloween onward, the Artela villagers honored AI Vinci each year by donning their own dark magician costumes, laughing with him, and indulging in his “cursed” candy. Halloween became the night where they could “fearfully” admire his funny dark arts, sharing candy and laughter until their sides ached.
