A.N. Guess what, it's Pachimew, I'm not dead. It's been two years, and I improved a LOT. And now, I bring you this massive crossover high school AU.
This thing is going to be mostly driven by reader suggestion, so please, PLEASE review. Got a fandom you want to see? Awesome, send it in, preferably with some kind of context. Want a particular situation in there? Great, tell me. This is basically an ask blog with a plot, only in fanfiction form. So be ready.
Now, without further ado, I bring you the (admittedly short) first chapter of Crossover High. Enjooooy~
The first day of school was always familiar to the residents of Journey Junction. They would wave goodbye to their kids at the door, and then spend the rest of the day prepping for the emotional wreck that would come home. The more experienced teachers and the upperclassmen made sure to bring earplugs, headphones, or other sound-blocking devices to shut out the inevitable screaming that would occur. Counselors would be on stand-by in nearly every room. There would likely be no classes, something that the incoming freshmen were always excited about, not knowing what it meant, and their parents and older siblings would always give them this pitying look whenever one talked about it.
And the moment the first bell rang, they knew why.
"AUUUUUUUUGHHHHH!"
Namely, the memories from their original timeline were restored.
Journey Junction was a town of fictional characters. Everyone who had ever been written, or nearly, was reborn in the town after their stories came to an end. They regained their memories at the age they had been when their adventures first began, or else when they entered high school. It was a strange, nonsensical system, but it was how their world worked, and it almost always resulted in emotional breakdowns. Memory restoration was a bit much for anyone to handle, let alone fourteen-year-olds.
"There they go," Nami sighed. The orange-haired sophomore was from One Piece originally, and though she was younger than her freshman captain, she was technically in the same year… or would have been, if she hadn't skipped a grade. She had entered high school the previous year, gone through the memory restoration, and had not let go of her adoptive mother, Belle-mére, for a long time after she'd gotten home that day.
Much like Luffy D. Monkey was doing now. His brothers were still in high school, although they were graduating this year, and the first thing he'd done was seek them out and tackle-hug them.
"Aaaaaaaacccceeeeee," the fourteen-year-old whined, face full of tears, as he clutched his older brothers. "Saboooooooooo…"
The seniors exchanged amused looks. Ace D. Portgaz patted Luffy on the back. "Yeah, Lu, we're alive. Now you know why I was so clingy when I got into high school."
"Mm-hm!"
There were other, similar scenes happening around the school.
"OH MY GOD MARCO YOU'RE OKAY." Jean Kirstein, of Attack on Titan, clutched the taller boy. "YOU'RE NOT DEAD. DON'T DIE MARCO. DON'T EVER DIE."
"Jean, I should be the one freaking out here," Marco Bodt sweatdropped, patting him on the back awkwardly.
There was also a lot of back-patting.
"Hah. Losers." A boy with dark brown hair snorted, red eyes glaring at his fellow freshmen, a slight smirk on his face.
"Aw, give 'em a break, Karkat! Not everyone starts out as early as we did!" John Egbert (of Homestuck) countered, bright blue eyes gleaming, a goofy smile on his bucktoothed face.
"No, some of them start out even earlier," Karkat Vantas rebuked, jabbing a thumb at a black-haired boy with lightning-bolt scars on his cheeks.
Ash Ketchum (formerly stuck at ten years old, and from the wonderful world of Pokémon) briefly met the glaring red eyes, then shrugged and turned away. "Honestly, I'm just glad I'm actually aging," he confessed.
"Eh, I wouldn't know." Naruto Uzumaki (belonging to the series of the same name) shrugged. "What I'm pissed about is not being able to do Shadow Clone pranks."
"And...the fox?"
"Oh, yeah. The voice in my head. I think I'm schizo when the Wall's up."
"...Huh. The more you know."
And then there were the teachers that were actually from this world.
"Hey… hey, uh, kids, the bell's rung. Shouldn't you be in class?" A teacher all dressed up for the first day awkwardly tried to get the crying, shaking, and otherwise lingering freshmen to class. Another teacher with a worn-out look and a coffee cup patted the first on the back.
"You must be new."
Ah, yes. The first day of school at Twining Paths High was always an adventure.
A.N. That's it. Like I said, it's really short. Please review and send in plot ideas! Thanks!
-Pachimew Out