Gold and a vamipre

by Emi-corn

The leprechuan Wilson starts highschool in a school for monsters called Yokai academy and leaves his family back at home. He finds himself alone and extremely bored. Until his school days gets filled with friendship. FUQ SUMMARYS.

Prolouge:

"MUUUUUURDEEEEER!" A voice echoed trough the hallways in Yokai academy, followed two figures running straight through a small crowd of students.

"Leave me alone you monster!" A short, orange haired, blue eyed boy with a pickaxe completly made out of gold in his belt said carring a left arm. Shortly followed by a tall, brown haired, one armed guy wearing both mirror glassed pilot glasses and a stetson shaped, gray strawhat.

"WE'RE ALL MONSTERS YOU C*CK F*CKING A**HOLE!" Shouted the second figure. They were both wearing the Yokai academy student uniform.

-Flashback-

Willson 'Tea-rex' Benson the leprechaun sat at his 'now empty' pot of gold spaceing out the window.

*sigh*

His thoughts were interupted by an arm holding a sponge, cleaning the window.

Willson inspected each movement the sponge closely. 'Up, down, up, down' Willson then suddenly grabbed his pickaxe, smached the window, grabbed the sponge, tore the arm off with it and ran out of his room with the sponge and the arm, still holding on to it.

-Present time-

"GIVE IT TO ME YOU SH*T!"

"Finders keepers you big smelly bully!"

Willson ran to end of the hallway , turned right and kept running until he came to a dead-end.

"I've got you now, bitch."

"...crap." Willson tries to jump over 'Tall dude' but gets grabbed by the collar and slammed in the wall.

"Don't even try it."

"Okay, okay i surrender." Willson hands him the sponge but 'Tall dude' slaps it out of his hand.

"Keep the sponge and give me my ARM."

"..."

"...?"

"...What arm?"

"THE ONE YOU'RE HOLDING, DUMBASS!"

Willson proceeds by checking what he's holding, shreik, throw the arm to the floor and starts to stomp on it rapidly.

'Tall dude' then snatches the arm and walks away muttering to himself.

"Wait!"

"What?!"

"Are you sure that's an arm? And what's your name? The author is getting tired of typing 'Tall dude'."

"Wat?"

"What's your name?"

"...I'm... 'Dead-head' Emoil."

"Ok, Dead-hea-"

"Call me Emoil."

"Ok, Emoil. I'm Willson, Willson 'Tea-rex' Benson the Great!"

"Sure Willy, I've got class now so see you later."

"See you later, friend!"

'I've got a friend!' Wilson thought.

End of prolouge~