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“How did you die?” It’s the question everyone hesitates to ask in this world. It’s like asking someone how much they weigh or how much money they make- it’s just not something you ask someone. It’s not really a sensitive topic on my part since it was an honest mistake. It involved a scented candle, some paper, and a sleeping Midnight(aka me). Oh, and a house of ashes. It’s not like my life in the living world was that great anyway. I’m okay with dying because nobody really cared or knew about my existence. That being said, I have to attend this college so I can contribute to the “undead” community.

It’s kind of a confusing process but it’s easy once you get the hang of it. Basically, the living and the dead share the same world, but they’re in different dimensions so they can’t interact with one another, whether they want to or not. Every day I walk into the empty classroom, there are several living students in the same place, but in another dimension. It’s pretty trippy.

The other thing that’s pretty important is that you yourself change. Your appearance represents how you died. I’m what living people would call a “mummy.” The only differences between me and a stereotypical mummy is that one, I am nobody’s mother, and two, I have the ability to create fire. I can’t control it very well, though. It usually goes off when I’m scared, pissed off, or embarrassed.

Another example of appearances and all that good stuff is this other dude. I forgot what his name is, I think it’s like David or something generic like that. He was actually murdered by the girl he liked- stabbed right in the heart. There are stitches across his chest and he always has this dead, heartbroken look in his eyes. I’m 99% sure he doesn’t have a heart. That’s really deep. I sympathise with him. I might not have gotten murdered, but I’ve definitely been rejected, dumped, cheated on, you name it and it’s happened to me. I don’t have the best luck with guys. It’s probably because of my “fiery” temper. See what I did there?

My “Monster Study” teacher is a vampire, but not a full one. He was excommunicated from the church after having a blame for a mass genocide shifted on him. During his process of turning from a living being into a vampire, they realized their error and brought him back into the church. So he’s only half-vampire. He can do things like suck blood and turn into a bat, but he can also go out in sunlight and eat garlic bread. He actually loves that stuff. I don’t know how his breath always smells so nice. Not that I would know what his breath smells like….
My other “friend” Geoffery(he’s not really my friend because he’s a big jerk) was actually killed by his worst fear- spiders. He hated the things until he became this freakish spider-hybrid thing. Now everyone calls him Arachnophilia, or Arachnid for short. Francois, on the other hand, is a Succubus because he died while doing “the act,” if you know what I’m referring to. God is always watching, Francois. I always pick on him by telling him that.

My best friend ever, Tonic, is a cyborg. He was doing apprentice stuff with the head scientist and in the middle of making the robot, it punched straight through his gut. Poor guy. He didn’t deserve the fate that came to him. On the bright side, he’s a major in robotic science and is highly acclaimed for his miraculous inventions.

Sorry to change topics so suddenly, but you guys are probably confused as to what “Monster Study” is. All my teacher’s afterlife, he’s been studying different breeds of monsters and their capabilities. He takes these monsters and teaches us about them. I found out my ancestors were from ancient Egypt. Now I know what you’re thinking- isn’t “monster” an offensive term? Actually, no, it’s not. Like you guys call yourselves humans, we call ourselves monsters. It’s just what we are. The only reason that our souls didn't pass on is because we never had the ceremony- the funeral. Yep. None of us had a funeral. Sad, isn't it? After a while, you learn to not care about what living people thought of you or still think of you. Whether you were passed down or forgotten. Whether people rejoiced or cried when you left. These are the things you learn to forget about after you make new friends, real friends, here in the monster world. On the other hand, some people, like David, aren't so lucky….

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“How did you die?” It’s the question everyone hesitates to ask in this world. It’s like asking someone how much they weigh or how much money they make- it’s just not something you ask someone. It’s not really a sensitive topic on my part since it was an honest mistake. It involved a scented candle, some paper, and a sleeping Midnight(aka me). Oh, and a house of ashes. It’s not like my life in the living world was that great anyway. I’m okay with dying because nobody really cared or knew about my existence. That being said, I have to attend this college so I can contribute to the “undead” community.

It’s kind of a confusing process but it’s easy once you get the hang of it. Basically, the living and the dead share the same world, but they’re in different dimensions so they can’t interact with one another, whether they want to or not. Every day I walk into the empty classroom, there are several living students in the same place, but in another dimension. It’s pretty trippy.

The other thing that’s pretty important is that you yourself change. Your appearance represents how you died. I’m what living people would call a “mummy.” The only differences between me and a stereotypical mummy is that one, I am nobody’s mother, and two, I have the ability to create fire. I can’t control it very well, though. It usually goes off when I’m scared, pissed off, or embarrassed.

Another example of appearances and all that good stuff is this other dude. I forgot what his name is, I think it’s like David or something generic like that. He was actually murdered by the girl he liked- stabbed right in the heart. There are stitches across his chest and he always has this dead, heartbroken look in his eyes. I’m 99% sure he doesn’t have a heart. That’s really deep. I sympathise with him. I might not have gotten murdered, but I’ve definitely been rejected, dumped, cheated on, you name it and it’s happened to me. I don’t have the best luck with guys. It’s probably because of my “fiery” temper. See what I did there?

My “Monster Study” teacher is a vampire, but not a full one. He was excommunicated from the church after having a blame for a mass genocide shifted on him. During his process of turning from a living being into a vampire, they realized their error and brought him back into the church. So he’s only half-vampire. He can do things like suck blood and turn into a bat, but he can also go out in sunlight and eat garlic bread. He actually loves that stuff. I don’t know how his breath always smells so nice. Not that I would know what his breath smells like….
My other “friend” Geoffery(he’s not really my friend because he’s a big jerk) was actually killed by his worst fear- spiders. He hated the things until he became this freakish spider-hybrid thing. Now everyone calls him Arachnophilia, or Arachnid for short. Francois, on the other hand, is a Succubus because he died while doing “the act,” if you know what I’m referring to. God is always watching, Francois. I always pick on him by telling him that.

My best friend ever, Tonic, is a cyborg. He was doing apprentice stuff with the head scientist and in the middle of making the robot, it punched straight through his gut. Poor guy. He didn’t deserve the fate that came to him. On the bright side, he’s a major in robotic science and is highly acclaimed for his miraculous inventions.

Sorry to change topics so suddenly, but you guys are probably confused as to what “Monster Study” is. All my teacher’s afterlife, he’s been studying different breeds of monsters and their capabilities. He takes these monsters and teaches us about them. I found out my ancestors were from ancient Egypt. Now I know what you’re thinking- isn’t “monster” an offensive term? Actually, no, it’s not. Like you guys call yourselves humans, we call ourselves monsters. It’s just what we are. The only reason that our souls didn't pass on is because we never had the ceremony- the funeral. Yep. None of us had a funeral. Sad, isn't it? After a while, you learn to not care about what living people thought of you or still think of you. Whether you were passed down or forgotten. Whether people rejoiced or cried when you left. These are the things you learn to forget about after you make new friends, real friends, here in the monster world. On the other hand, some people, like David, aren't so lucky….