"SIR, IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" Assistant Headmaster Zander screamed.
"What happened, Zander?" Nova, the Headmaster, asked, his eyes narrowing with concern.
"Our students who went to Swamp Valley for a practical environment study were attacked by demons! A Demon Baron is leading the assault!"
"WHAT?! And only two professors are there? GOD DAMN IT!" Nova cursed, slamming his fist on the table. "Send A-rank professors to Swamp Valley NOW!"
Suddenly, a magical device on Zander's belt began to ring. Without hesitation, he grabbed it. A holographic image of Professor Kevin appeared, his face drenched in sweat, eyes darting around like he was hiding from something.
"Kevin, what's happening right now? What about the kids? Did they escape?" Zander asked anxiously.
"Y-Yes, all the students escaped," Kevin stammered, glancing over his shoulder. "But… the new professor is… well..."
"What about him?! What happened to him?!" Zander's voice grew more frantic.
Kevin hesitated, looking as if he couldn't find the words. Finally, he said, "It's better if I show you."
The hologram shifted, revealing a live feed of the Swamp Valley battlefield. Nova and Zander's eyes widened in disbelief.
In the middle of the chaos, surrounded by demons and destruction, stood the new professor.
But he wasn't fighting.
He wasn't running.
He was… dancing?!?!
He was shaking his hips and humming:
🎶 Thudu thudhuthu 🎶
🎶 Voomb voomb 🎶
🎶 Voomb voomb 🎶
🎶 Voomb voomb 🎶
🎶 Vuru voomb voomb 🎶
🎶 Tang tarag tang 🎶
Then he started singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" loudly, dancing like a maniac.
The demons, students, and even the Demon Baron himself stood still, their eyes locked on the professor as if they were witnessing a glitch in the fabric of reality.
Expressions of confusion, discomfort, and secondhand embarrassment spread across every face.
The Demon Baron rubbed his eyes, certain he must be hallucinating. "What... in the depths of the underworld... is that?" he muttered.
Then, without warning, the professor's gaze snapped toward the crowd. His eyes widened like a man possessed. His grin grew unnervingly large, and with wild, erratic movements, he started pointing at everyone in sight.
"GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶
GET RICKROLLED! 🎶"
His dancing became chaotic — stomping, flailing his arms, spinning like a whirlwind of pure absurdity. Each shout of "GET RICKROLLED!" hit like a curse that no one could dispel.
"ALL OF YOU — GET!
RICK!
ROLLED!
Pointing finger at the Baron.
🎶🎶🎶"
The Demon Baron took a slow, deliberate step backward, his face twisted in utter disgust. He covered his eyes with one hand, peeking through his fingers like he was watching a tragedy unfold. His minions glanced at him, unsure of what to do.
"Nah… I'm out. I ain't paid for this shit," the Baron muttered, turning away like he'd seen enough horror for one lifetime.
The lesser demons nodded in agreement, following their leader in silence, each one too ashamed to look back.
"…Did we just win?" Nova asked, still staring at the feed in shock.
"I don't know," Zander replied, his voice hollow. "But I think… I think we got Rickrolled."