NUMBUH 6.13 PROUDLY PRESENTS...

A MONSTER HIGH FANFICTION...

M-O-N-S-T-E-R,

Monsters, monsters, yes we are!

Hey, Freddie's got me fallin' apart,

Oh, Draculawrence's stealin' my heart,

Claws Wolf, you can make me howl at the moon (Awoo!)

Nestor, you're the finest shark in this lagoon.

Seth De Nile, you're so beguile,

Even though you act so vile!

Euryale's got stone cold style!

These are my boos, my skeleton crew,

A little strange, but so are you!

Don't you want to be a monster too?

Episode 001: (Literally) Falling Apart

~Stein Household, 7:20 A.M.~

BZZT!

"YEOW!" A green skinned girl jumped out of bed, clearly shocked. When I mean shocked, I mean both surprised and got shocked by electricity. You get my drift, don't you?

The girl, having recovered from the initial shock, slipped her feet into her slippers and headed for the bathroom, with a few glittering white rats scurrying around her feet. The rats – or the Glitterati, as the girl called them – looked curiously as the girl shut the door to the bathroom, blocking their view of her. Suddenly, the girl came back out, and the Glitterati chattered as they saw that the girl had put on her face.

This girl was Frankie Stein, daughter of Frankenstein and his bride. The teenaged ghoul looked happy today as she smiled at the trotting animal heading for her.

"Hey there, Watzit!" Frankie greeted, kneeling down and petting the puppy... er... dragon, I mean cat, I mean, oh, WHO CARES!

The supposed puppy purred happily, its eyes closed in momentary enjoyment. Frankie laughed, before standing up again and checking the Monster High calendar hanging on her wall. Where her finger pointed, it read, 'My 16th Birthday!', making Frankie's grin wider.

"It's my birthday today! Happy 16th birthday to me!" The girl clapped her hands together, when one of them fell off. Laughing, she reattached it before going towards the door and heading upstairs, with a delighted Watzit trotting after her.

Nothing could go wrong today, Frankie thought gleefully as she twisted the doorknob to the first floor, her black and white hair flowing behind her, and her nightgown trailing on the stairs. Today's my day.

However, assumptions like that are dangerous, and almost always never right. This was the case as Frankie opened the door. She literally fell apart at the mess she saw in front of her.

Candy wrappers were littered everywhere, with a few comic books strewn on the mechanical devices Frankie's dad worked on in his spare time. A few school books and notebooks and other stationery were scattered in a corner, alongside a black backpack with Frankie's Skullette as the lock. And to top it off, there were papers everywhere.

"What in the world..." Frankie muttered, picking up the litter and disposing of them in the nearest trashcan. "Did a tornado just pass through here or what?"

Watzit barked confusedly, and the monster girl had to smile. He looked as clueless as she did. Her mint green hand petted Watzit's head affectionately. "I don't know either, boy."

"YEAH!" A voice shouted from the living room. It was unfamiliar, and it made Frankie curious. Who was it?

Watzit's eyes twinkled, and it made Frankie suspicious. Her blue and green eyes narrowed at Watzit. "Watzit..."

The dog barked before running towards the living room, making Frankie huff as she chased after the dog. She paused, however, to toss a few more candy wrappers into the wastebasket, before taking a left and seeing a young boy.

Frankie blinked, thinking that she was seeing an illusion.

He was still there.

The girl blinked again.

He was still there.

It wasn't a dream, then.

"Oh yeah, baby!" The boy whooped, doing an impromptu victory dance on the sofa, letting Frankie see that he had been playing a video game.

Frankie quivered as her father came up to her. He had been watching the boy play, and had just noticed Frankie come into the living room.

"Good morning, Frankie, and happy birthday!" He kissed Frankie on the forehead, which made the girl lighten up a bit. But just a bit.

"Who... who's that?" She asked, her finger pointed to the still-dancing boy.

Her father turned his blank gaze to him, and then let out a low chuckle. "Oh, him? Frankie, meet your brother, Frederick."

At the mention of his name, Freddie stopped, his equally mismatched eyes glaring ferociously at his father. "It's Freddie!" He snapped.

"Frederick Stein, do not talk to your father that way!" Their mother chastised as she came into the living room. She tut-tutted at Frankie's nightgown. "Frankie, dear, haven't you gotten dressed yet?"

The girl blinked. Again. "Uh... no?"

Their mother sighed. "Freddie, this is your older sister Frankie. Frankie, this is your younger brother, Freddie."

"My... younger... brother?" The words sounded weird to her, but not foreign. She ran her fingers through her hair nervously as she eyed Freddie.

He looked similar to her, with the mismatched blue and green eyes, only in the opposite sockets, and more Asian looking, and the black parts of his hair were blacker than their father's fountain pen ink. His skin was also mint green, and adorned with stitches, and screwed into the sides of his neck were two bolts. However, what he was wearing completely set off Frankie.

In a nutshell, Freddie was wearing a light gray t-shirt with the Frankenstein Skullette on the middle, with a black thunderbolt passing through the back. A short-sleeved black jacket covered most of the t-shirt's grayness, however, and he wore dark gray jeans with a long black thunderbolt on either side of them. His sneakers were black and white.

"You've... got weird... fashion sense..." Frankie said slowly, still cautious.

Freddie looked down before shrugging at Frankie. "I like black." As he shrugged, his whole arm fell off, which made him freeze momentarily before he picked it up and reattached it to his body.

There was silence before Freddie whistled. "Awkward silence..."

At this, Frankie stifled a snicker. Her mother's eyes turned their gaze towards her, and finally, she burst out laughing. Soon afterwards, Freddie started laughing as well.

Their parents looked at each other oddly, before shaking their heads. "Kids nowadays, hard to get." Their father muttered.

To Be Continued...