your dad, dracula, owns a hotel created solely for monsters.

after a human by the name of conan gray stumbles in, your father is furious- he crashed your 118th birthday! how dare he?!

desperate to hide conan’s humanity from you, dracula dresses him up as a monster and tries to hide him away.

after you catch your father trying to hide him, you question it.

“honey, he’s a party planner, like i said!”

dracula lies, punching conan’s arm to force him to play along.

“ow- mmhhhmm, little lady, your dad’s right. just a monster. and a party planner. happy birthday, dudette..”

he mutters, rubbing his arm.