So, I have gotten into Monster high. . . .
I know how Bronies feel now.
I mean, it's a doll brand for 5-8 year olds and I'm a girl who's old enough to legally drive in America.
Updates on my stories:
TotMO:
I have a few notes and quotes scribbled down for what I want in the epi-epilogue Don't expect the new last chapter soon
TSoS:
Not a thing. I'm sorry. I do have the bigger, rising actions and climaxes planned. IT'S JUST THERE'S THIS BIG HOLE OF EXPLAINING I NEED TO FILL ANF THERE'S ALREADY A BUNCH OF PLOT POTHOLES IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. I still have to get the story up to code with my regulations, as well. (My regulations being: One Chapter=1000 words each.
WaC:
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOT OK FROM THOSE LAST TWO EPISODES SORRY PEOPLE
Disclaimers:
I do not own Monster high. If I did, the girls wouldn't cry at the drop of a pin, Holt's design would be a lot more creepy than he is annoying. Oh and Jackson would be in more episodes. And there would be a lot more character development for people and the episodes would be at least 5 minutes.
Now, I am adding some realism here. In every. Single. Case. of a Jekyll & Hyde, or any other kind of multiple personality case, the personalities do not change cloths when they switch. They may change small differences, like voice, accent, posture, and in more recent studies of Dissociative Identity Disorder, Patients with said DID can change even Blood Pressure, certain injuries, and scars with different personas, and, as I've recently found out, people with DID can hear their alters. Cool, huh?!
however, this is not DID, this is Jekyll and Hyde, a favorite classic of mine, and I've read the book at least 3 times. And as I know that the elixir did what it was suppose to, and the actual meaning, I'm going to keep this canon.
and the elixir is going to play a role in this.
So, bottom line, I'm setting up my clothing head canon.
-x-x-x-
I am nothing.
I'm just an average guy. Only a Normie.
I can't light my hair on fire, I don't have amazing skills that makes everyone like me, I don't have some kind of clothing style, hair style, or any kind of style that tells everyone HEY, I'M THIS KIND OF MONSTER LOOKIE HERE
The only kind of monster I am is Normie.
I only go there because of Mr. Blue Skin DJ.
He Is absolutely everything I am not!
I've got normal, black hair with gold highlights, his hair is literally ON FIRE.
I have blue eyes, his are red.
My skin is pale, like I barely see the sun. He looks like a severe Hypothermia patient. Or he's so fiery that his skin is the hottest color of fire, Blue.
I'm quiet and shy, he's rowdy and obnoxious. I look Kind of spiffy, he looks like a cheesy 60s biker. Speaking of clothes. . .
Our cloths. Oh boy the fights we had about that. Few days after we set up our texting communications, we had a discussion about clothing, and transformations. We had Frankie help us (Lord bless her for putting up with us.) out on showing each other what our transformations looked like, and what happened. When I became him, there was green light, when he became me, basically, red fire magic. Apparently whenever he woke dressed as a "dork." He would run to his locker or home, (which ever was closest) and change. And that wasn't going to work for us.
Every morning I put his clothes on, then I put my clothes on over his, and when we changed, he ripped my clothes off and stuffed them somewhere, or just burned them off. His clothes turned out to be fireproof.
And he agreed to lug around a non-flammable bag with a set of my clothes in it, as long as he could keep his headphones and musical device chargers in it. And he has to put my glasses in there too.
. . . .
Sometimes the morning when I woke up in my room with red hands still scares me. Of course, I've read the book about my Grandfather. Hyde was a beast that had committed every evil a man can do. And he destroys Jekyll by the ending, meaning:
"There is no Jekyll, Only Hyde."
Which then Hyde committed suicide by cyanide as well. And that kind of scares me as well. If my life turns to be like my Grandfather's, that means one day, there will be no more me. Only Holt and his music. And even then, we both die. There is no true, happy, ending to Jekyll and Hyde. In almost every single version of Jekyll and Hyde I've looked into, they always die, Hyde is always stronger, and Jekyll is scared and fearful of his life.
. . . .
Of course, We do have a few similarities. Same height, (not counting his hair.) Same chin shape, same eyebrow shape, same piercing, same nose shape. Same eye shape. And we both like Frankie. A lot. Me and Frankie. . .
It makes me smile.
Holt and Frankie doesn't though.
. . . .
My room isn't even my own, really. It's more like Holt's room. It's not like I'm into having red wallpaper, red skulls, and more red furniture in my room. The only part of his room that we share is our Chameleon. He changes along with us, and he puts up with us, too.
But, if our room was like how I wanted it, the walls would be a homey, wood planking design, the carpet would be light silver, the bed would have blue and white sheets, and the room would just have an overall happier, lighter zen to it.
I like lighter colors. I wear brighter tones, yellow, green, and a blue classy bowties. They're cool to wear. And there are perks to being one of the few guys that can tie a tie. Especially on prom nights or dances.
. . . .
I do listen to my own music sometimes.
I turned on my music, wanting to hear what I could listen to, block out people that were annoying me.
I was expecting something calming, relaxing, not 90 decibels and 3/4 time music.
Slow, calm, me music. No beat to call upon Holt.
Oh boy it wasn't what I wanted.
It was Rock music! Turned up to maximum volume! Guitar, Base, Keyboard, the whole shebang! I fumbled and flailed with my arms, throwing my headphones off and onto the ground.
I already felt the tingling.
I scrambled, grabbing the iCoffin we communicated with.
More tingling!
No time to open up messages! Notes! I opened up notes!
Why did you do that, Holt?
My fingers fumbled, and the text erased itself!
Why No time for correct spelling!
Y did u do tht H? -JJ
I woke up the next morning, and whatever holt had gotten himself was bad.
Again, Dark alley, beside dumpster, usual set-up. I was still in Holt's clothes, and a I was looking around for the bag. My hands eventually settled on it, and I patted Holt's pockets, looking for the Phone. I held it close to my face, looking at the messages.
5 NEW MESSAGES FROM: THE OTHER YOU
Our contact name for ourselves was, THE OTHER YOU because we shared the same phone. The messages were short. We always had to give I each other a quick rundown of what we did.
- Do wt? ?:/ and is that how you really feel about me? scared of me? Worried?
- oh I Got hired 2 DJ 2night
- $30 in cash, I betA get 90% like you promised. I do the DJ ing
- Place is low quality, crap equipment.
-There are some guys that aren't partying but keep glancing at me.
- Party's over. Going to see is Frankiefine wants to hang. Otherwise I'm going home.
There's a new draft too. Odd. He never leaves Drafts.
- Jack Jack Oh god! Jack, the men in the suits I had jst wlked out, listening 2 my music and they grbbd me Jack they were yelling 4 you They wanted you 4 some reason Jack just run or something Avoid Suitmen! Jack- They tried to kill me said they didn't want anyone to know that they hadw been there they tried to kill me! Please, understand they were gonna kill us
In the dumpster
Oh my god. Oh my god!
The red was on my hands! Our hands! And it wasn't paint this time!
The bag the bag! I took the bag, flinging off Holt's jacket and putting it in, taking back out my glasses, and putting them on. I grabbed my vest and bow tie, forcing them on and leaving the tie untied. I also hid behind the dumpster, forcing my pants on.
I looked in the Dumpster.
oh dear god!
It was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen.
It was so horrible. . . I can't even describe it!
Holt Hyde had murdered someone and Jackson Jekyll was there to take the blame!
I had already typed up my replies.
- What do you mean Do what? I turned on the music I can listen to, and it was on my music the last time I had it! You switched around my songs!
-And you're not suppose to read those! Those are private! I told you, the Notes app is mine, and the drawing/music apps are yours! We have two different pages for a reason!
- What do you mean Suit men? I want a full explanation, Holt! Everyone around here knows we're the same person!
- I'm going to get home and get this blood off. Then I'm going to turn on your music, and I want us to talk.
-Don't try to go to school for the next few days.
Of course I was angry with him. I only called him by his name when I was really mad at him. We couldn't turn out like our Grandparents.
I didn't want to die. I don't want Holt all the time.