Monster High: The New Normie

Chapter 1

Inside a small, modest, one story and normal looking house with a serious frown on his face, a young man made his way into his room, carrying a large suitcase. He dropped it down onto his bed and began packing all his clothes and personal items into it, aside the clothes he was wearing at the moment, which consisted of a red and black t-shirt with a white number '13' on the center, long sleeved white undershirt, gray cargo pants and red and white sneakers he was wearing at the moment. Plus because he was left handed he wore a white and red wrist watch around his right wrist.

Things were just not going well for sixteen years old Morty Arkin, but that was nothing new. He was a Normie, and not just any Normie, he had to be a weird one, not to mention an unlucky one. It was very clear, due to his snow-white and colorless hair, his red eyes and very pale complexion. Morty was an American albino Normie. Because of lack of sleep, he had pronounced dark baggy marks around his eyes that didn't help improve his image. From what he had been told by his doctor, his albinism had been passed down genetically through four generations and it had remained dormant until he was born.

As he continued packing, his mind went back to how this had all started.


It began just like any other day in his hometown of Port Angeles, Washington. Morty was busy in his monster themed room reading a Godzilla comic on his bed. His room had pictures of various monsters on his walls such as the Wolfman, Dracula, Frankenstein, and many more. Just by looking at one of them any idiot could tell that Morty was a fan of monsters.

Of course, he had absolutely no idea that those Monsters actually existed, let alone their children. Nor did anybody else in his hometown. No doubt it was because the people of New Salem wanted to keep the information of monsters living amongst them to themselves, and because of how isolated New Salem was.

Morty's peaceful reading was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the front door of his house. He put the comic down and rose from his bed.

"Just a sec!" Morty called out as he began to make his way to the door. He opened it and saw an almost ghostly person dressed as a mailman standing on the other end of it. As he opened the door so he could look out, he did his best to avoid coming into contact or looking at the sun. His eyesight was already bad due to his medical condition, he didn't want to end blind, which would happen if he were to spend too much time outside.

"Uh… can I help you?" The albino teen asked.

"Letter for Morty Arkin," The ghostly mailman said in a whispery and ghastly voice.

"That's me." Morty smiled, taking the letter from the mailman, whose hand seemed to phase right through his own. "Thanks for the letter pal. By the way, consider a spray on tan, you look as pale as a ghost."

"You're one to talk," the mailman remarked, obviously referring to Morty's lack of skin pigmentation.

Obviously annoyed, Morty rudely slammed the door shut and began to open the letter. Just then, Morty's father, forty years old and currently single, walked over to his son.

Burt Arkin had a pale skin tone quite like his offspring, however his was entirely natural and normal, capable of tanning. He had brown hair and matching eyes, and dressed like a normal parent, without any amusing quirk like pink sunglasses or something; a blue dress shirt, brown trousers and black shoes. He also wore black rectangular glasses.

"Hey, whatcha got there sport?" Burt asked, interested.

"It's some kind of invite." Morty said, reading it over.

'How can you tell?"

"Because it has the word 'invitation' on it," Morty replied, his tone deadpan. He pointed out the part of the letter that read 'invitation' in big, red letters.

"Oh! Well, an invite to where exactly?" The man inquired.

Morty continued to scan the letter until he reached a certain part of it, one that caught his attention. "I've been invited to enroll in a special school in New Salem called… Merston High?"

"Merston High?" Burt echoed.

"Hmm, I'm thinking whoever wrote it made a typo or something, but the point is that they want me to enroll there or something."

"Well, that sounds like a great idea! You know how much I've talked about moving but never found a set destination? Well, it looks like we found one!" Burt exclaimed excitedly as he took the invite.

"But Dad, we don't know anything about this place and… well… I've never left here." Morty admitted.

"Look son, I know change can be difficult but I have a really good feeling about this!" Burt told him. It was a bit too much of an impulsive decision to Morty's taste, but his dad was nothing if not that. "It's chance for us to start over after… you know…"

Morty saw the sad look in his eyes and knew instantly what he was talking about. "After Mom died?" He sounded a bit sad himself.

Burt sighed a bit solemnly. "Yeah…" After a few moments, he brightened. "But like I said, this town seems like a good place to settle down to me. I mean, don't you want to have a fresh start? I know you'd be leaving your friends, but you'd also be getting away from the people who…"

"Make fun of me for being albino? Yeah, I know." Morty had developed several insecurities because of the heavy bullying. Sometimes, life was just too unfair for words.

"Come on son, please?" Burt looked at him and continued: "For me? I really believe that this could be a good thing for us. Just give it a chance."

Eventually, his father's pleading eyes made him relent with a sigh.

"Fine."

"Great!" Burt said happily. "I'll go try and get us a new place there, once that's done we'll start packing!"

While Burt ran off to get ready for their upcoming move to New Salem, Morty picked up the invite letter that he ended up dropping on the way and stared at it with a somewhat unsure look on his face. If it could convince his father to run off to live in a different town without previous preparations, then who knew what would happen to him?


Morty had just finished up packing. The last item he put in his suitcase was a picture of him, his father and his mother.

He remembered moments he had had with his mother.

"I love you, my little baby, boy," she would coo as she tucked him into bed.

Then there were moments when they had laughed together.

Quite suddenly, his memories took a nose dive, going from a happy moment to one during which he had heard a loud crash of expensive plates, and he had been standing outside the doorway and she had been shrieking shrilly.

There was a small noise, and he snapped out of it with a flinch. Morty looked around to ensure he was alone in his now plain room, who looked devoid of life without his effects. When he realized no one was there, his tension drained out of his body.

"Morty! It's time!" Burt called out, his voice coming from another room.

"Coming!"

Morty snapped his suitcase shut, picked it up, and made his way out of the bedroom.

"Man this rots…" he muttered.

He shut the door as he walked out, leaving the room pitch black. That is, save for a pair of red eyes that had appeared then disappeared in a blink of an eye.


Voices:

Morty Arkin: Yuri Lowenthal

Burt Arkin: Trevor Devall

Author's Note: Edited by Moka-girl.