I'm back and deader than ever! Hah! Monster jokes:)

Anyway, I'm surprised with how many readers and followers I have. Mostly I'm proud that I've come up with such a successful story! That aside, I'm highly disappointed. It gets lonely at the top and (despite me declaring this to be the first of its kind) I wish there to be more stories of Ben 10 and Monster High together! If you like it so much, why aren't there more?

I will however say, that if you do make one and use and/or add to my idea, you have to creativity of your own whatsoever. Come up with your own ideas, as no one likes a copycat. Now that that's over with, on with the story!

It'll be boo-tiful! Ah, monster puns.

The Creepateria was packed. Monsters filled every space and corner as Clockwork waded his way through the crowd with Robecca resting in his strong, bronze arms and Ghoulia sitting on his shoulders. They eventually found an open table and sat down at it, Robecca shakily standing on her own legs to sit down. A couple of other students came by to congratulate Robecca on her jump as Lagoona suddenly appeared next to them, holding three smoothies a mug of ginger tea, Robecca's favorite. The robot girl happily to the mug and took a slow sip as she leaned into Clockwork, resting a head on his arm as he slurped down his Oil-and-Bolts smoothy. Ghoulia sat across from them with Lagoona, nursing a regular Raspberry smoothy. "Congrats on yer jump, Robecca." Lagoona said with a smile. "Even if it did go kind of wrong."

Robecca grinned. "Oh, no worries. At least I'm not some puddle of oil and gears on the sidewalk. I owe Clockwork a thank you for that." Clockwork's usually straight mouth curved upwards as Robecca hugged him tightly. "Thanks for the save, luv. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't come to my rescue." Clockwork was about to say something when he heard a distinctive beeping sound.

"Excuse me, Robecca. I, um, have to use the lavatory. Quickly!" Clockwork yelled as he got from the table and jogged out the Creepateria at a slow pace. Robecca sighed and sulked. She was really beginning to like this new boy. He was strong, kind, brave, and even good looking too. The fact that he had saved her life didn't hurt either. Oblivious to those around her, Robecca didn't notice Lagoona and Ghoulia share a worried look. "This isn't going to end well." Lagoona whispered to the zombie.

Clockwork finally stopped running after what seemed hours, but were in fact just a couple of minutes. He was panting heavily, though not as hard as when he was chasing a couple of pesky Nosedeenians around town. He breathed a huge sigh and slid down the wall of lockers to the floor as the Omnitrix timed out, reverting him back to his human form. Thankfully, no one was in sight to witness the transformation, of which Ben was grateful for. He didn't know what to do.

At first, he had been unsure of the monster world, only having an aliens as a disguise. He had made some fast friends, but he was sure they were starting to disappear; Frankenstrike had failed to make an appearance for a long time. And now someone knew. Someone knew his secret. Thankfully, they were loyal, but how soon before everyone knew? He could slowly feel his grip on the situation slipping.

FLASH!

Ben blinked and rubbed his eyes for a second. Where had that sudden flash of light come from? He looked around the hallway, but saw nothing but lockers and a few stray bats that flew overhead. A sudden motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He jolted up and waved his hand threateningly over his watch. "You! Come out with your hands, claws, or tentacles up! I've got an Omnitrix, and I'm not afraid to use it!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the empty hallway.

Nothing happened.

"Oh, why do the victims of the press always act as if they are under attack?" a whispery voice sighed. "I am merely trying to bring the student body their weekly news."

Ben's eyes widened as he jerked his head around, searching for the source of the voice. He finally looked up and nearly fell flat on his butt when he saw the upper torso of a translucent girl hovering out of the ceiling. Her skin was pure white, becoming see-through towards her hands and fingers. A wave of purple and indigo hair hung from her head as wide, violet colored eyes starred at Ben with slight fear and disappointment. A dark purple iCoffin was clutched tightly in her left hand, pointed directly at Ben.

"Hey, put that thing away!" Ben yelled, pointing a finger at the spirit. "It's rude to invade on people's privacy!" The ghost girl sighed and rolled her eyes, but slipped the device into her schoolbag as her whole body came out of the ceiling. Her silver lips curled up into a smile. "Ben Tennyson, I presume?" she asked, reaching out a hand. Ben raised an eyebrow but took the hand (after a couple of tries) and shook it. "Um, yeah. How do you know me? And who are you?" he asked nervously. His senses were tingling; this girl was going to be trouble.

"I, Mr. Tennyson, am Spectra Vondergeist, author of the Ghostly Gossip." she said proudly.

"Never heard of you." Ben said with a blank stare.

Spectra's eyes snapped open, a frown splitting across her face. "Of course not. You've been too busy playing with other ghoul's hearts to notice my blog. I assure you, it's very popular."

"Still haven't heard of it. And, HEY!" Ben whined, raising his voice. "I'm not sure what you're getting at, but I certainly don't like it!"

Spectra smiled. "Oh please, Ben. Are you really dumb enough to not notice the way Frankie and Robecca look at you? They honestly have a crush on you."

"You mean on Frankenstrike and Clockwork." Ben corrected her, his frown deepening. "And as for that photo, or whatever you've been doing, I can't let you blow my cover. You're gonna have to hand over the iCoffin. Now." Ben commanded, reaching out with a waiting hand. Spectra looked appalled and clutched her school bag closer. "You aren't laying a finger on my precious iCoffin!" she shrieked. Before Ben could say anything she swooped down the hallway, out of sight. Ben sighed.

"Why do the bad guys never do what you say?" he sighed. Whether Spectra was truly a bad guy, he did not know. What he did know was that he had to catch her before she spilled his secret to the whole school. He quickly tapped the face of the Omnitrix and selected his intended alien before slapping the activation button. The familiar green light covered him, changing his form. His skin turned black and blue, forming racing stripes and sharp arrows as sharp spikes popped out of his slightly more muscled arms. Two large horns that formed a sort of mask sprouted from his face, curving backwards to his off the transformation.

"Fasttrack!" Ben cried out in his high pitched voice. He took a pitcher's stance and then raced down the hall, causing all the locker doors to rip open and clatter against each other as the blue blur sped down the hall after Spectra. After mere seconds of running he saw the young spirit zooming down the hallway. She turned to look behind her and gasped. She quickly dug out her iCoffin and snapped a photo, much to Fasttrack's displeasure, before racing off. Fasttrack kicked it into high gear, chasing after Spectra as they rocketing past the Creepateria. Sandwiches and drinks went flying as Fasttrack sped by like a bullet, too fast for anyone to see.

"This can't be good." Lagoona sighed quietly.

"Ehhhhhhh." Ghoulia agreed.

The mad chase continued for another few minutes before Ben was close enough to Spectra to put his cobbled plan into action. He quickly tapped the Omnitrix symbol on his chest, and felt the Citrakayah suddenly vanish back into the Omnitrix and new DNA starting to flow out.

He felt the skin around his skull slowly vanish, as if some flesh eating parasite were eating at it. His skull slowly turned upside down as the bones ground and shifted with a sickening sound. The teeth became sharper as new, thicker skin covered his face and his eyes molded into one. His fingers turned into dagger like claws that felt like they could slice through someone's soul. His legs wrapped around each other into a sort of ghostly tail as thick, green chains formed around his neck and wrists. The Omnitrix appeared on his chest, the chains all meeting together at the same spot as a dozen writhing tentacles suddenly spilled forth from Ben's insides. The transformation was complete.

Spectra gasped in fright as Ghostfreak howled an unearthly screech and dove after her, rage in his eye as he tackled her to the ground and pinned her wrists to the floor. Spectra cried out and struggled to free herself, not use to the feeling of being touched by anyone. "Give me the phone!" Ghostfreak rasped, bringing his mouth-less face closer to hers. Spectra continued to struggle as Ghostfreak lifted her off the ground and passed through a wall into a dusty storage closet. Voice's could be heard outside as Ghostfreak remained silent with a hand clasped over Spectra's mouth. Once the voices passed he turned his attention back to Spectra. "Give me the phone already!" he hissed. By now, Spectra was quivering, shaking even as Ghostfreak reached into her school bag and pulled out her phone. He quickly scrolled through it, deleting anything that was related to him, texts, pictures, videos, and all.

Spectra was now crying as Ghostfreak released her from his grasp, curled up in a corner surrounded by boxes and old books. Silvery tears dripped from her eyes and onto the dusty floor. Ghostfreak finished with the iCoffin and looked over at the young phantom, unsure of what to do. "Um, are you okay?" he asked, drifting over to her. Spectra sniffed and snatched her phone back from the Ectonurite. "Do you have any idea how long it took for me to come up with this story!?" she sniffed. "My blog's been losing viewers! This story was supposed to save it, keep it alive!" she wailed. Ghostfreak backed off a bit. "Um . . ."

"I am nothing without my blog! I need to report the news! It's the only thing in my undead life worth living for!" she cried.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Just stop crying!" Ghostfreak begged. Spectra stopped balling, but the Ectonurite could see small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He was going to have to work fast. He sighed. "Okay, look. I can't have you spilling my secret yet. If I help you get more viewers on your blog, will you stay quiet?" he asked. Spectra thought about it for a moment. On one hand, he was offering to make her blog a success, as long as she could keep her lips shut. And if this thing worked out, she could have him under her fingers, and she could have a hit story every day of the week! This normie boy could be her way to fame! Wait, wait. I'm getting ahead of myself, she thought. "Deal." she said with slight reluctance. She had no idea what he had in mind, and that was what worried her. At least a little bit.

"Run me through the plan again?" Spectra asked Ben. It was well past school hours. While there were night classes, the two teens were hidden away in the dank catacombs that ran under the school. Personally, Ben had no idea such a place had existed right underneath the school, and he had to admit he was both impressed and frightened. The cold, cobblestone walls seem to grow haunting faces before his very eyes in the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls. Mildew and dust abounded, not to mention the numerous cobwebs that hung from the ceiling. How Operetta, a ghoul who had only heard of and never actually seen, managed to practically live down here was beyond him. And the occasional noises that sounded like hideous demons licking their chomps weren't easing his weariness. "Right! The plan," he breathed. In truth, he had no idea if the story would work or not, but he had to try. "Basically, I turn into an alien and you take a photo as if you have run into me without me noticing. If there's one thing people can't resist, it's unusual creatures lurking under their very noses." Ben grinned. Spectra remained indifferent as she floated a good half a dozen feet in the air.

"That's technically lying. And I never post a false story. Never." she insisted with a huff. Ben rolled his eyes. "Technically, it's not lying. Technically, there are strange creatures lurking around here. At least when I turn into them. So really, it's not lying. Just stretching the truth a little bit. And from what I've gathered, you tend to do that a lot without getting all the facts straight." Ben argued, knowing he had easily won the small battle. During the last few hours of the day he had managed to sneak a peek at Spectra's blog, and he could easily tell that most of the stories were more fiction than fact. She really was in need of more viewers.

Spectra sighed. "Alright. Pick an alien." she said with reluctance. Ben nodded and activated the Omnitrix, slapping on the watch's face without even looking at who he had selected. The familiar green light flashed over him, and the transformation began. Deep orange fur sprouted all over his body, as if a bomb filled with hair suddenly exploded inside of him. His lower jaw jutted out as his teeth became sharp and menacing. The wave of fur raced over his face, covering his eyes as they suddenly vanished all together. He could feel his ears disappearing as what felt like gills take their place. In actuality, they were sensitive ears able to pick up the tiniest of sounds. His shoulders and arms swelled as his dull nails became sharp claws. His legs twisted and formed into the hind legs of that of a dog as a thick green color appeared around his neck, the Omnitrix symbol in the middle. Wildmutt let out an unearthly roar that echoed through the catacombs for several minutes, getting fainter and fainter as it raced into the nooks and crannies of the school.

"Impressive," Spectra smiled. "let's get started!" she practically squealed.

It was a cold night. The moon was full and the clouds hung low over the school grounds as a cloud of bats flew past the moon. The wind whispered gently through the courtyard until it suddenly picked up, twisting into a small tornado that picked up leaves and twigs. A bright, pink flash swept across the courtyard, forming into a spinning portal at least a dozen feet above the ground. The faint screams of a girl could be heard they she suddenly emerged, dropping down to the ground and landing on her face from the swirling portal. She lay there as the portal gave a roar and suddenly closed up, returning the dark night to its former silence. The girl groaned and picked herself up from the cobblestone, rubbing her aching head. Her white hair tipped with lavender flowed in the breeze, her purple jacket tugging at her in the cold breeze. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud.

Charmcaster staggered to her feet, dusting herself off. She had originally been trying to find another way out of Ledgerdomain when she was suddenly sucked into a portal and brought here, wherever that was. "Hmm? What's that?" she asked what seemed to be no one. She reached for the bag clipped to her belt and held it up to her ear. "Yes, I rather do like the look of this place." she said aloud. To anyone watching, she would have seemed crazy, talking to herself. "What's that? No, I don't sense any power . . . . what, yes I do. Hmm." she hummed to herself. "What? Are you sure?" she asked before violet eyes flashed pink. "Yessssssss . . . . . . " she whispered.

"Okay, Ben! I think that's enough for now!" Spectra practically giggled. The two teens had spent the last hour doing a sort of photo shoot, Spectra taking threatening pictures of Wildmutt, Goop, Four Arms, Wildvine, and Humungousaur, all looking incredibly alarming in the dim lighting of the catacombs. "We should probably call it a night," Ben yawned. "I'm about ready to drop dead." she joked, laughing. Spectra rolled her eyes, but smiled non the less. "You can stay at my place, if you want." the ghost girl offered him. Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Sure." It was late, and he still technically had no where to sleep. Any place sounded good to him.

Minutes later, thanks to a speedy ride from Fasttrack, the duo stood in front of a rotting manshion, it's Gothic towers seeming to hold up the very sky itself. A low stone wall with a wrought iron fence surrounded the land as an owl hotted from somewhere. "You live here?" Ben asked in a nervous voice. "Yep! Just me, myself, and I. What, are you afraid of ghosts?" she taunted. Ben smirked. "Of course not! I'm afraid of peacocks. A night in a haunted house is nothing!"

Spectra merely smiled and pulled in the house, accidentally hitting him against the old oak doors before she realized he couldn't pass through solid objects like she could. "Sorry!" she apologized as Ben rubbed his sore head. "No problem," he moaned, pulling on one of the lion shaped door handles. Suddenly, the handle moved, it's mouth opening to show its sharp teeth as it roared! "GAGH!" Ben yelped in surprise, jumping as the handle glared at him and went back to its resting poistion. Ben could hear laughter as Spectra tumbled and twirled in the air above him, laughing her guts (if she had any) out. "That never gets old!" she whooped. Ben frowned and marched up to the door and yanked it open, only wincing once as the door handle bit into his finer in protest. Ben huffed and pulled the door behind him, Spectra floating through them and levitating next to him. "Well! Here we are!" she said happily, gesturing to the stacks of covered furniture and dusty boxes. "You can sleep on the sofa tonight." she said, gesturing to an old velvet sofa covered in a tarp. Ben walked over and yanked it off, screaming in fright as a large rat hissed at him and dashed off to the kitchen. Ben exhaled and sat on the couch, which was surprisingly comfy after who knows how long.

"Where do you normally sleep?" Ben asked Spectra. Spectra shrugged. "Here, there, everywhere. I can't exactly sleep in a normal bed like everyone else does." she said with remorse. "It's one of the many things I miss about being alive. I can't even remember how I died." she sighed, floating up the stairs to the second floor where she had her laptop hooked into one of the few outlets in the place. She was lucky that the place still have electricity provided from somewhere. Ben felt sorry for the poor spirit. She barely even knew who she was, and all she had going for her was a popular blog that was slowly fading away. All of that rested on his shoulders. Ben sighed and lay down on the sofa, folding his arms behind his head when he realized there wasn't a pillow. "G'night, Spectra." he said quietly.

"Good night, Ben. See you in the morning." Spectra's moaning voice came from the second floor.

Ben's eyes widened for a second before he smiled. Another friend in this crazy, mixed up world. Maybe spilling his secret wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

And I end the chapter there! What the heck is Charmcaster doing here? Who Ben meet next? What is Zs'Skayer up to (more on that next chapter)? Why am I asking you all these meaningless questions? Please review, and remember! It's lonely at the top! I'd love to see more stories of the same genera!

Hasta Luego!