Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the epilogue! Thank you to everyone who's read Wrecked-it's the first time I've ever shared my creative writing publicly so it really means a lot whether you were here from the start, found it along the way, or long after it's been completed.

I do plan on writing more Monster High stories and I'm working on one at the moment so if you're interested be sure to follow. I'll likely be posting it on AO3 too so if that's more your thing then you may wanna follow there. They'll be updated much more regularly because this time I'm planning out the whole story beforehand instead of pantsing it with just a general idea for... nearly four years. Hah.

Here, I have my original story plans as well as three "scenes" that I deleted from the original if anyone is interested. No edits, just the raw writing. Thanks again! Enjoy!


Original plans for the story:

Wrecked was going to revolve around three OCs: a werecat and her best friends: a witch and a vampire. It would still be in Frankie's POV, but these three characters were vital in Nefera's rise to power and the world being "wrecked."

The vampire is my OC Adrian, who actually made it to the final product but in a much smaller role. He and Valentine had switched roles, but I liked building on Valentine's character especially when I replaced the witch OC with Whisp. The witch was blackmailed into doing what Nefera wanted; her role was pretty much Whisp's.

The werecat was pretty much an extension of what Venus's character is, and she would die instead of Venus. Adrian would've killed her instead of Venus and Valentine.

Ultimately, I'm so glad I took them out. There were so many connections between characters that were already there and ended up being way more fun and impactful once I explored them. Valentine was especially fun to write. My personal favorite chapters were chapters 3, 9, 11, 13, 17, 18, 24, 26, 29, 34, and 35. The three party chapters are fun too, and so is the climactic stuff. As well as the one time I wrote from Toralei's POV-I had fun there.

Deleted scenes below:


Ch13: Holt dreams (in detail) about his separation from Jackson:

A dream had been haunting him for some time now—a memory, rather; one he wasn't fond of reliving.

"Holt?" a voice called out his name. His vision was blurry, but once it cleared he saw a green cyclops ghoul standing over him.

"Hey," he croaked out, "you're that ghoul who's dating Manny Taur." A grin slowly appeared on his face in an attempt to greet the ghoul.

She smiled, but it looked sad and forced. "Yes, Holt. My name is Iris."

"Right..." Holt responded groggily. He didn't have any explanation for why he felt so out of it, and he was even more confused when he noticed his surroundings. The only place he could imagine seeing Iris was at Monster High or maybe a party he'd have a DJ gig at, not... whatever this was.

The room they were in was very bedraggled, which was probably due to there being a gaping hole in the ceiling. Everything was made of wood—the floor, walls, and ceiling—but an array of rugs were laid about the floor, as if the room desperately needed them.

Holt was wearing his usual getup, but it felt tighter for some reason, like they had shrunk. He laid flat on his back on a cold, metallic surface that stood high above the floor; about to where Iris' waist was.

This some sort of bed? he wondered, his daze from a second ago fading. No... It's like a cart or something, he realized, turning his head downward and glimpsing small wheels at the ends of the cart's legs. Around the legs and winding upwards were thin, copper wires. Holt let his gaze follow the wires up the legs until they ended past his eyes at... his... head?

"It was the only way we could get you out," Iris said, breaking Holt away from his thoughts.

"Get me out?" he questioned, his voice still hoarse. He suddenly realized there wasn't any music playing, and his amber eyes grew wide in panic.

"What is this?!" he yelled, his temper getting the better of him. Holt clenched his fists and tried lifting himself from the cart but was jerked back onto it; realizing just now that his wrists, ankles, and torso were bound to the surface with tight rubber ropes.

Iris jumped a step back, her eye frantic.

"Holt, calm down please," a new voice called, "let us explain."

A small vampire ghoul came into Holt's vision, and he relaxed a bit. "Ula D?" he called softly, still confused.

Draculaura giggled. "It's been a while since anyone's called me that."

Holt furrowed his brows, craning his neck to make eye contact with the vampire ghoul. "A while? But it's only been—"

"A year," Draculaura said briskly.

Holt assumed he was still out of it. "What?" he asked flatly.

Draculaura looked at him sympathetically. "Sorry," she squeaked.

"WHAT?!" Holt was outraged, and flailed about on the cart, causing it to make loud, metallic rattling noises. Thoughts swarmed his mind. Of course this would happen someday. Of course Jackson would hate his existence enough to take away a year of his unlife. "When I get my hands on that dork I'm gonna—!" he cut himself mid-sentence, realization hitting him like a wave. He couldn't get back at Jackson. Not for this. Jackson could do whatever he wanted to because he wasn't as restricted as Holt. He needed music, Jackson didn't. Wait...

"Why am I out? There's no music playing." Or at least the type of music that's supposed to play for yours truly.

"That would be my doin'," an Irish-accented voice said from behind him. Craning his head backward, Holt noticed another ghoul: Scarah Screams. Was she behind me this whole time?

"You got me out?" he asked as she walked to stand by the side of the cart. "How?"

"Well not just me," she said, "but I was the finishing touch."

Holt stared up at her blankly for a long moment. Then he closed his eyes, exhaling loudly once he rested his head back down on the cold surface of the metallic cart. "What happened?" he asked as he stared into cloudy, gray sky through the ceiling's gaping hole.

"We'll tell you everything later," another voice chimed in, Robecca Steam coming into view.

Toralei Stripe approached the cart beside her. "We have something else in mind for you right now," she said.

Holt didn't know what to make of the five ghouls surrounding him and what plans they had for him. Five ghouls is a bit too much for the Holtster, he joked to himself.

"This might hurt a wee bit," Scarah said to his left, raising a fairly large syringe in her right hand.

Holt tensed. What do they think they're doing? "Wait!" he interjected, just as Scarah began aiming the needle at him. "Is JJ okay with this?"

"It was Jackson's idea," Toralei said.

Holt shut his eyes, despair washing over him. "He's trying to get rid of me?" he asked, barely above a whisper—a rarity for Holt at this time.

"No," Draculaura assured him, "he wants to free you."

Holt opened his eyes, craning his neck forward to see Draculaura's sincere and concerned face looking back at him. "Free me?" he asked.

"Both of you," she told him. "But we don't have much time."

"Time? Why would—ow!" Holt turned his head left to see Scarah with the syringe jabbed into his upper arm, his blood slowly filling it. He cringed. What do they need my blood for? What are you up to, Jackson?

Once she pulled it out, she handed the syringe to Iris, who made the mistake of keeping in it view of the vampire ghoul beside her, who promptly fainted at the sight of it. Robecca caught Draculaura before she hit the floor and gently carried her over to the corner, leaving Draculaura in a slumped position as she returned to where Holt lay.

"We all helped him out," the geared ghoul told him.

"Never thought I'd be thankful to have gone to math camp," Toralei remarked.

"Now what, Iris?" Scarah asked the one-eyed ghoul.

"Now," she breathed. She held up another syringe already filled with blood—presumably from Jackson. She took a shaky breath. "We hope this works..."

Thunder began to boom and Holt saw lightning flash in the sky.

"It's time," Robecca said as she looked up. She walked away from Holt's vision, and he lifted his head a bit, seeing that she had walked to stand beside a thick metal rod leading out the hole in the ceiling. Wires were attached to it; the same wires that led to... Holt's head. What the heck, Jackson?

Iris shakily held a syringe in each hand, and lightning flashed brightly in the sky.

"What are you doing?!" Holt yelled as thunder boomed overhead, a storm threatening to start.

"We used up a lot of electricity getting you out," Iris explained. "And Jackson said we needed a lot more to get both of you out."

"Thanks to my telepathic abilities," Scarah cut in beside her, "I got a hold of you and helped get you out. Now I have to grip onto Jackson's mind while you're out. 'Tis the only way you'll both be free."

"How is lightning and some mind tricks gonna help us?" Holt questioned.

"We already gave your body the drugs," Toralei noted. "You were unconscious for two hours before you finally woke up."

Holt felt extremely uneasy. Lightning crackled in the dark sky and rain began to pour mercilessly through the gap in the ceiling onto Holt's laid out body, all the ghouls but Iris and Scarah taking shelter under the remnants of the ceiling.

"What's the blood for?" Holt shouted through the storm, rain clogging his mouth.

"The split should take a lot out of you!" Iris called back. "Do you have a hold on him?" she called out to Scarah, who nodded fiercely through the rain.

Hey Holt, a strangely familiar male voice called out to him.

Jackson? he thought.

Yeah, the voice said back.

Holt's head suddenly throbbed in pain.

Is it working? Jackson asked within his mind.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Lightning struck the rod Robecca stood beside while Iris and Scarah leapt back under the shelter of the broken ceiling as electricity streaked across the wires on the floor leading straight to the metal cart.

Pain seared Holt's entire body as it made contact with the metallic surface he lay on. He closed his eyes as screams of anguish took over his vocal cords.

Sorry, Jackson said. It had to be like this to work.

Holt flailed violently on the cart screaming before he blacked out.


Ch23: In my original version of the story, Whisp's place in the story is a witch OC that Nefera blackmailed into doing what Whisp does in the published version of Wrecked. When the group goes to find Whisp's lantern at Monster High, they find it. Then, at Bloodgood's house, they settle down, release Whisp, and then the vampires, Valentine and the OC Adrian, switch roles here. Instead of Lagoona getting bitten, Whisp does, and the result is fatal. note that this was also written before the Whisp and Valentine doll set came out, revealing them to be friends

A scream pierced the silence.

Abbey jumped to her feet the second Operetta frantically ran out the den into the entryway and opened the front door. Holt hastily pushed past her and Jackson followed. Operetta didn't bother being irritated and rushed out behind them.

Cool metal gripped my wrist. "Come on!" Robecca eyes were filled with fear as she hurriedly helped me to my feet. She hovered out the opening as I numbly ambled after her.

Humid air engulfed my senses as I stepped onto the moist dirt. I followed the hiss of Robecca's boots until I saw everyone pacing aimlessly about the yard. Where did that scream come from?

Did Whisp..?

No. I couldn't bring myself to believe she went back to her old ways. Not when we needed her. I took a step back; maybe I could try searching for whoever screamed somewhere else. I turned my back to the others and made my way to the stables. As I approached them, a soft humming noise filled my ears. I took cautious steps toward it until I realized it was the sound of an engine. The noise grew louder as I moved past the stables and saw a sleek black motorcycle; an identical one right beside it. There were other monsters here.

I almost slipped as I scurried back to the others. "There's—"

Another scream sounded, and we immediately ran to the source.

The area wasn't wooded, so it was easy to see what lay before us. I glimpsed over the heads of the other monsters and saw Whisp and Lagoona standing side by side until the genie was yanked away. I brought a hand to my mouth and gasped. Dragging a struggling Whisp toward him was Valentine. Besides being dressed in a plain black uniform, he hadn't change a bit.

Lagoona gripped a can of food in each hand as she stood defiantly against him. There was ferocity in her eyes. "Let her go!" The sea ghoul's voice trembled and she forcefully threw a can in front of her.

Valentine snickered. "Oh, I don't know." He clutched Whisp's wrists above her head and she struggled against his chest, desperately trying to free herself. "This one's pretty."

Lagoona rushed at him but his gaze stopped her, and she stood still.

"That's right," he cooed. "Stay there."

"Hey!" Operetta opened her mouth to let out a scream, but Valentine fixed his gaze on her and she stiffened. The others attempted to move but suddenly ended up in the same predicament. Then Valentine's glowing red eyes found mine.

His lips morphed into a sly grin. "Well now, it seems that you've escaped your death sentence."

I took a step toward him but I was stopped short like all the others. Last time I saw Valentine, he had lost his powers. Now he had them back and they were strong enough to immobilize us... My breath caught in my throat and I could feel my palms start to sweat. All I could do now was watch.

Valentine tightened his grip on Whisp and she let out a strained yelp.

"You shouldn't waste time like that."

Another vampire strode up to Valentine with an impatient look on his face. My breath quickened when I recognized him as the one who had captured me, Adrian. The shock of his short, dark hair and sharp facial features were hard to forget. Unlike the other vampire, Adrian's demeanor was secretive and austere, complementing the frigidness in his blue eyes and chalky-white skin.

Sunlight reflected off the object in his hand: the lantern. There was a steely look in his eyes, and faint excitement in his voice. "Look what I found."

The other vampire raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Sorry, but," he glanced lecherously at Whisp, "I think I have a better find."

Adrian scowled. "No, this is a genie's lantern." His eyes widened. "And that's the genie!"

Valentine laughed lightly. "Oh really?" He brought his face near Whisp's. "Mind granting me a wish, darlin'?"

Adrian heaved a sigh and rubbed his temples. "We'll never find out where the rebel camp is if you..." He reached out his free hand and violently snatched Whisp from Valentine. "Genies are not toys!" he yelled, and Whisp settled in his grip.

"Fine then," Valentine retorted. "If I can't have her, then maybe you can."

The other raised an eyebrow questioningly, and his upper lip twitched as if he was trying not to get his hopes up. A flicker of apprehension ran across Whisp's face.

Valentine sighed. "Lantern's already in use, right? Genie's out. What else are we going to do with her?"

Adrian twirled the lantern with his free hand before tossing it aside. Whisp winced as his grip on her tightened, seemingly inadvertently. He glanced over at the other vampire. "You're serious?"

Valentine turned away and heaved a loud sigh. "Knock yourself out."

Adrian turned back to Whisp, and he allowed himself a wry smile. He gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders and whispered, "Don't move."

Whisp didn't have a chance to react when his fangs seized her neck.

I wanted to run—to shove him away but I stared on, horrified as Whisp's face turned a shade paler; her life draining away as she tried to scream.

Adrian released her within seconds, but it felt like hours. The genie collapsed onto the moist ground, her eyes bloodshot and her face akin to a corpse. Then there was the faint rise and fall of her chest, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. But she remained unmoving.

The vampire's eyes were bright; engulfed with bloodlust. Adrian licked his lips. "Amazing." He looked to the fallen ghoul—almost in pity—before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning on his heel.

Valentine scurried after him. "You're not taking her?"

"There's no point," Adrian halfheartedly kicked at the lantern. "She's a genie. They're just about as good as killing a vampire—in a second there won't be a body left to take." He glanced over at us. "Stop your hypnosis on them." He eyed me knowingly for a few seconds, and I could feel an anxious chill crawl up my spine. But he ignored me and turned around. "Let's get moving."

"What?" Valentine followed behind him. "We're not going to try following them?"

Adrian shrugged. "Maybe some other time." He moved so far to the right that my frozen eyes couldn't see him anymore. Then he let out something resembling a laugh. "Maybe we can get the Queen to order us to do something, huh?"

Valentine sounded annoyed. "Unlikely." He walked out of view a second later and I could hear the faint sound of revving motors until the noise faded away completely.

I inhaled sharply when I regained control of my movements. "Whisp!" I rushed to her side and the others crowded around me.

Her breaths were ragged and her face was pallid and flushed. I knelt down beside her and she grasped my hand. "Finder," she rasped, a pained smile formed onto her lips. "I'm glad I got to be..."

Her grip loosened as light surged from her pink skin. I held my hand over my eyes until the light vanished, a cloud of dust left in its wake.


Ch36: Clawdeen hunts with her siblings:

The first thing Clawdeen did when she awoke was spring out of bed and pull apart the curtains. She bared her pointed teeth at the sun, and her lips curled into soft smile. She turned behind her and held back a snicker at Howleen's sleeping lump.

Clawdeen prowled to the bed and jumped. "Wake up!"

The younger Wolf nearly tumbled to the floor. "Hey! Hey! Quit it!" Howleen tossed her pillow.

Clawdeen instantly gripped it with outstretched claws. "Let's hunt!"

Howleen waved her away. "Give a ghoul a minute to get outta bed first." She rose and patted her mass of matted orange and pink hair as she staggered to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut. "I'll meet you downstairs!"

Clawdeen rolled her eyes and went into the hallway toward her own room. After brushing her teeth and putting on her most functional yet stylishly appropriate hunting outfit, she made her way downstairs. For the past two weeks, the Wolfs, alongside the others, adjusted to their time at the mansion and each day was brighter than the next. Clawdeen found herself halfway down the staircase when she noticed a golden tail slip into the left wing of the mansion.

She grinned and leapt over the last few steps. "Hey, Jin, wait up!" Clawdeen dashed into the kitchen and caught up with the dragon, who glanced over at her with a smile.

"Good morning, Clawdeen." Jinafire adjusted the pins in her bunned hair. "Skelita told me about your ideas for your new line. If you have any sketches, I'd love to see them."

"Oh, of course." Clawdeen eagerly fished her pockets-something she was sure to include in nearly all the bottoms she designed-for her sketchbook. "I never go anywhere without it."

Jinafire scrutinized the book as the werewolf handed it to her. "It's... much smaller than your last one." She looked at Clawdeen with a satisfied smirk. "Clever." She swept a long, gold nail along the worn spine before flipping through its pages. "Is this all your new line?"

Clawdeen glanced across her shoulder. "Most of it. The later ones are ideas I doodled when Skelilta drove the bus here and ever since. You'd be surprise the kind of inspiration you get when-" She stopped herself when Jinafire's hand stopped on her latest design. It was notably more detailed than the haphazard sketches prior. The page depicted a long, simple, and elegant gown with large, long sleeves entwined with spiraling thorns and what appeared to be leaves adorning it. What stood out most about the dress was its model. Most of the time, they were faceless with horns, pointed ears, a tail, or tentacles here and there. But this model held a regal stance and her steely expression was just as piercing as the real thing.

Jinafire's eyes were glued to the page. "Did you draw this on the day of her funeral?"

Clawdeen didn't hesitate. "No, I drew it after I relocated her body... when she died."

The dragon shut the book. "Clawdeen, is there anything that-"

"You heard me at the funeral," Clawdeen said, sharper than intended. But it was enough to silence her friend, and she released a gentle sigh.

Jinafire delicately shut the sketchbook and wordlessly handed it back to Clawdeen.

The Wolf's fur stood on end, but she smiled and said nothing as Jinafire took her hand and squeezed it.

"Would you like to join us for breakfast?" the dragon asked.

Clawdeen glanced past her down the hall and saw Skelita sitting at the dining table with a couple other monsters, her plate patiently waiting to be cleared. "Thanks, Jin, but actually my siblings and I are going hunting."

The golden dragon gave her a solemn nod before turning to grab her meal. It wasn't long after when Clawdeen caught a whiff of her siblings and joined them in the foyer.

"Let's go I'm starving," Howleen scrambled out the front door.

[Clawd chuckled and shared a glance with Clawdeen. "I know we complained about this before, but man it's good to be with you guys again."]

-.-.-.-

Outstretched branches threatened to [claw] at their backs as the Wolf siblings prowled along the [thicket of the woods/dense underbrush?]. It'd been a while since Clawdeen last ran on all fours, and she lagged behind her siblings. Sneezing.

She could hear the eyeroll in her sister's voice. "Clawdeen, will you shut up?"

"Can't help that we're in the woods in nearly springtime, Howleen," she retorted, just as another sneeze escaped. "Pollen exists, remember?"

"Take it easy, Howleen, she can't help it." Clawd slowed to a stop and rose to his feet.

Howleen halted with a schlump onto the forest floor. "Well, I don't see it bothering either of us."

Clawdeen shot a scowl at her sister, then rose to her feet. "I haven't been in a real forest like this in a while." She picked at the dirt caught beneath her claws. She paused. "Howleen, when was the last time you were in real forest, anyway?"

"Oh," the youngest Wolf scoffed and pointedly raised her amber eyes to Clawdeen, "I just took my allergy meds this morning."

Clawdeen clenched her fists. "Oh, you little-" In seconds, she was back on the forest floor, [scrambling] to catch her fleeing sister. Howleen [scurried] up the nearest tree, leaving Clawdeen glowering below, her golden eyes bright.

She laughed. "What's wrong? Worried you'll break a nail?"

Clawdeen growled and gnashed her teeth. "You should be worried about what happens when you get down here! When I get my claws on you-" Clawdeen's ear twitched at the sound of erupting laughter, and she turned to look back at her brother.

Clawd wiped at his eyes. "I've missed you, guys." He knelt onto all fours and raked his claws into the ground. He looked up at Howleen. "Come down so we can eat."

The sisters shared a confused look as she climbed down. Yes, of course, they missed their brother. And Clawdeen knew their older sister, Clawdia, would be overjoyed once she heared he was alive (though his absence did inspire some award-winning screenplays). But they were all different now. Howleen took life as it came and drifted about. Despite Clawdeen's laser-focus on building her fashion empire, she couldn't ignore the growth her younger sister went through. She wasn't trying to stand out or "be cool" anymore; she went beyond merely expressing who she was to wholly embracing it. Clawdeen was proud, even though it didn't stop her from being annoying.

"I wish Clawdia were here," Clawd said, taking the lead. "We could really use her wits, just like old times."

Howleen raised an eyebrow. "Didn't she run off all the time?"

"That was just a little after you started hunting with us," Clawdeen said.

"Yeah." Clawd's eyes were bright. "She was a tactical genius. How's she doing?"

"Can we talk about this later?" Howleen let out a whine. "I'm hungry and I know there's food out there."

The other two shook their heads. Clawdeen mouthed, "later" to her brother and the three werewolves picked up speed as they treaded onward, senses alert for their breakfast. Clawd cautiously stopped, nose raised and ears alert, and the sisters followed suit.

"Smell that?" he whispered.

Clawdeen closed her eyes and inhaled long and deep. She opened her eyes, a toothy grin spreading across her face. "Smells like we're having a big breakfast."

-.-.-.-

It had been nearly a decade since Clawdeen had eaten like this. Raw, fresh meat on a dirt floor beneath overarching trees with two of her siblings. It almost felt like her whole family was there. Before entering high school, Clawdeen traded dirty claws for mani-pedis and grass-stained clothes for designer fashion. Albeit full moons, she abandoned hunting with her family. Her sister Clawdia hardly participated anyway, sneaking off to jot ideas in a notebook only to catch up with the pack halfway through dinner. Clawdeen figured she wasn't sacrificing much then but now, as she finished devouring their breakfast (impressively caught, she had to admit), her heart swelled.

Then Clawd belched, and her heart returned back to its regular scheduled beating.