This idea is inspired by the Wolf Spider mutant!Peter Parker AU by polarpsaz of Tumblr. So since I got into Monster High and Ever After High, I couldn't help but come up with this idea :) Unfortunately this site could only let me place two franchise as a crossover instead of a threeway crossover but this story is also available on AO3.

Current Pairing: SpideyPool

Rating: T (may go up in the near future)

Monster High, Spider-Man, Deadpool, and the Wolf Spider mutant AU are respectively owned by Mattel, MARVEL and Stan Lee, and polarspaz.

WARNING: This fanfiction contains strong language, some mature themes, Wade breaking the fourth wall, pop culture reference, noodle incidents, possible OOC moments, and things of that nature.

To put it in hindsight, we should have seen this coming.

Never in Monster High history that we not only have the first ever Normie transfer student but also had one of the most eventful yet weirdest school year since sliced bread. And we all collectively just wanted to forget it but we can't. It's kinda like a train wreck filled with glitter piñatas. It was horrible and destructive, but you can't look away.

Or think about it, in this case.

Let's back track a bit…

It all started with the assembly at the auditorium where we get double transfer student introduction, not only a new monster but also an honest to Ghoul Normie student! It was both exciting and frighting, in fact the entire school was abuzz about it before the announcement was even made. I guess you have a certain ghost writer to thank…

Habits are kind of like zombies, they tend to die hard but couldn't be rid of.

…No offense to the zombies.

Anyway, here's how it went…

Peter Parker fidgeted in his seat a bit, feeling his pincers clicking against each other no matter how strong his will was. This was his first day to be at a real school since…well, ever. When his Aunt and Uncle got word about a school in New Salem that accepts all kinds of creatures like him, they thought that it was a good idea to actually enroll him.

"Socializing with kids of your age is good for you, Peter." His Aunt May's words echoed for an umpteenth time in his head.

He had to admit, there is a sliver of doubt that he felt when his aunt said that. Maybe it was just him, but he felt that even among monsters, he doesn't feel normal. Maybe it was the because of the fact that he was a MUTATED human since he was a mere baby, not a real monster. Either way, it might not be a good scenario for him.

…That and that kid next to him won't stop staring at him.

He was rather…unique per say.

For starters, he's human and had a patchwork of what seemed to be burn scars starting down his face and probably underneath his clothes.

The kid wasn't starring at him with a glare, or a look of disgust even. He seemed to be...observing him. Almost like he was memorizing every single strand of fur on Peter's face. Was he really that interesting? Surely there were other spider monsters besides him. And even if this guy is a human, he's on a monster school bus, so he must be used to monsters to some degree.

Peter wanted to talk to him, if only to break the ice, but every time he wanted to turn his head and speak it felt like his pincers pressed tightly against his jowls. As if to keep his mouth shut. He couldn't decide if he should be grateful for it or not but still, he wanted to say something.

But he didn't haven't to when the driver, a scruffy old werecat, spoke up.

"Alright, runts! We're here!" Exclaimed the old man as the bus slowly came to a stop.

He didn't know that it was a blessing in disguise or a lost opportunity of at least having a comrade in this harrowing experience known as high school. Either way, he might have gotten up a bit too quickly as he grabbed his backpack which also had his skateboard attached. He politely gave his thanks to the old werecat before departing off of the bus. Peter was sure that the kid followed suit, though he could have sworn that he said something along the lines of…"Try not to throw up a hairball too hard, Old Timer!" in a rather jovial tone.

"Yeah, yeah, wise ass." The older man retorted.

This kid was interesting indeed…

Aaaand he could hear the whispers from the other kids now.

Wait…did he just saw a ghost girl snapping an iPhone picture and disappearing?

As he blinked his eight eyes to snap out of his stupor, and compel himself to get off the bus to keep from holding up the line, Peter found himself transported into what could only be described as a whole other world. Everyone was so different. So colorful. And so completely not like anyone you have ever seen.

Yet as he walked from the bus to the staircase, it felt familiar. Sure everyone was a monster, but somehow this place seemed familiar. Like a regular high school. Okay maybe not "regular" but still. This place was really something.

"Man...What did I just walk into?" Peter asked himself.

"The most awesome fuckin' thing since chimichangas!" The Kid finally spoke up behind him.

Immediately, his instincts (which he lovingly dubbed Spider Sense) went haywire and whipped around, practically holding his hands up akin to a karate fighter. Sure he had no experience with martial arts, though he seemed a bit stronger than most kids his age…but he learned from the online manga that he read and watched kung-fu films, those count as lessons right?

The Kid just barked out a laugh as he readjusted the strap of his own backpack. (Which is…Hello Kitty?)

"Chill, Eight Eyes, I ain't gonna jump ya for lunch money." He reassured him in a light tone. "It's only first day and neither of us are properly fed and caffeinated! So, you're also the new meat as well?"

New meat? Is that a thing?

While trying not to think of meat (God, those would be so good now), Peter recomposed himself while finding the right words to make him less awkward.

"Well I sure hope not, cause I'm just gristle." Peter joked with a weak laugh.

"Really? You look more like a lean, choice cut to me." The weird kid said with a grin.

"Er, well thanks. I guess. So what's your name?" Peter asked.

"My real name, my aliases, insulting terms people use for me or my voice actors?" The weird kid asked.

"Huh?" Peter asked in confusion.

"Never mind, we'll go for real name. I'm Wade Wilson!" The human exclaimed proudly.

"Peter Parker," Peter introduced himself, feeling a bit more comfortable already. Wade is kinda weird but strangely enough ok. "So, you just transferred here as well? Don't see much Normies around here."

It's kinda true, almost 99 percent that he could see so far are monsters of various species and origins. Even with Wade's appearance, he's still a normal human. Ten fingers and toes and everything.

"Oh yeah, hailed from the wonderful lands of Canada." Wade grinned proudly, before holding up what seemed to be a crumpled piece of paper. From what he could smell, it reeked of taco sauce and some miscellaneous that he can't place his finger on. "Supposed to head over to the room of…" Then he paused as he uncrumpled the paper a bit and tried to read the contents. "Headless Headmistress Bloodbath McGrath. Wait, Bloodgood!"

Peter's many eyes blinked in amazement at this boy. He was not at all sure if he was crazy, pretending to be crazy or even just totally stupid. But regardless he seems harmless for the most part. And he's the only one talking to him.

"I'm going to see Headmistress Bloodgood also. You're a new student too?" Peter asked.

"Nah, not really. I've been a student at a bunch of schools." Wade said, making Peter laugh.

"No, I meant a new student here at Monster High." The arachnid anthro corrected.

"Oh I see! Yeah, its my first time being here. I had to leave my last school back in Canada and move here to attend MH because there was a problem." Wade said.

"What was the problem with the school?" Peter asked.

"Oh nothing. It was a problem with me. Half the student body and all of the teachers gave me restraining orders." Wade said.

Peter let out a laugh before slowly stopping when he noticed on how stoic the latter's face was. Then realization hit him harder than a pie to the face.

"Wait, you're serious?" He asked, his whole eight eyes widening.

Wade nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Does the Joker know his own backstory?"

Peter was about to ask but withheld it and decided to come up a new question.

"What happened to make your school hold a restraining order against you?" He had heard numerous reasons of transferring schools, mostly from the internet and some neighborhood kids that he interacted with. Mostly for homeschool, parents' job transfer, and intense bullying.

Wade only shrugged at this.

"Damned if I know," Then he gave off a thoughtful look. "Although it did involve some rotten eggs, 9th Hellish level of Mexico's hottest taco sauce, glitter and showcasing Two Girls and a Cup playing on a 10 hour loop at the assembly and locking everyone in had any indication."

"Wow. that sounds...Interesting." Peter said.

"Really? My uncle Logan didn't think so. In fact he just shook his head and went back to smoking his cigar. Said that he wasn't even surprised anymore." Wade said.

"Your uncle sounds very understanding." Peter said, mentally adding 'or just crazy' to himself.

"Yeah, but the fact that he's not surprised means that I'll have to do better next time!" Wade exclaimed determinedly.

Peter was about to say something but thought about it and decided to worry about next time. Whatever he had planned, hopefully it wouldn't do TOO much damage to this school. After all, he is going to be attending it as well.

"Let's just find Bloodgood's office, I have a spider sense that this place might be bigger than it looks on the outside." He suggested.

Wade let out an exaggerated gasp. "Like the TARDIS! Hey, do you think we might ran across an Ood? Those things are like Cthulhu butlers! Who hold their own brains! I wonder if you can make out with one? Wait…HOW can you make out with one is the better question."

Peter looked at Wade with a slightly weirded out expression but just turned to look ahead as they continued walking to Bloodgood's office. But the more Wade talked, the more Peter realized that monsters aren't the weirdest people of all. And the more he realized that, the more he asked himself the same question he did when he came in.

"What did I just walk into?"

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