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arrowchristian: More loosely based on the concept. I've also been heavily influenced by rancher6's Monster School and Herobrine Life animations - highly recommend, they're very fun!

"I-I think there's some mistake." Oliver squeaked, sitting down hard in his chair. All the mobs were staring at him, only increasing his feeling of dread. "I-I'm not a monster."

"I know," the man, Herobrine, assured him. "And there's no mistake. Just as each of my other students represent their respective species, you represent the players." He tapped the chalkboard with the stick in his hand, and Oliver immediately found his name alongside the others.

"B-but, um…" Oliver's gaze darted around the room as he gripped the desk to keep his hands from shaking.

"You need not be afraid of your classmates." Herobrine told him patiently. "I have already spoken with them about this arrangement. Some of them were resistant to the idea as well, given the strained relationship between your kinds, but I assure you that here you will be treated just like any of your peers." Oliver swallowed. He wasn't sure he wanted to be treated like a monster.

Across the room, a creeper boy scoffed and folded his arms on his desk. "Well…" he began, and was immediately silenced by a stern look from their teacher.

"As I'm sure you are all aware," Herobrine addressed the class again as the boy slumped down. "Our semester begins tomorrow, so today I will be giving you an overview of your education as well as discussing the rules." Oliver shifted anxiously in his seat, finally lowering his backpack down next to him. His skin still crawled with anxiety over being around all these monsters, but it wasn't like he could leave. At least, not right now. Maybe there would be a chance for that later. Thunder rumbled outside, and he shivered, sinking down further in his seat.

"As well as your standard high school education, history, math, language arts, etcetera, you will be trained in a variety of physical activities, such as acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat." Herobrine tapped the chalkboard with the stick, and words appeared on it, causing Oliver to blink in surprise and lean over his desk to get a better look at them. "This is your class list. Since every student in this school is in this room right now-" Herobrine paused. "-except one, you will be attending every one of these classes with the people you see around you." Oliver snuck a glance to his left, and found another empty desk. Which mob was missing?

"With only a couple of exceptions, all of these classes will be taught by me." Herobrine stepped away from the board, falling silent to give his students a chance to look over the text. Studying the list, Oliver found several classes that he never expected to find at any high school, such as 'hiding' and 'brewing'. He knew they couldn't legally drink, right?

"A class schedule will be provided in each of your rooms," Herobrine gestured at the board and the words vanished. "But, in the vast majority of cases, going to class will involve coming to this same classroom at the same time every day, so it won't be too complex. Now-" Another tap with his stick, and 'Rules' appeared at the top of the board.

"Except for structured battles, there will be no physical fighting amongst students." Herobrine's voice was stern, and Oliver could see him eying a couple of students in particular as he said this. "Second, all class work must be turned in on time, which will typically be the beginning of the next day." There was a quiet groan from the blaze at the front of the classroom. "Third, you must be respectful of the grounds and of your uniform. Wanton destruction will not be tolerated." The creeper boy's hand shot up, and the teacher glanced over. "Yes, Cray?"

"Uhh, I don't know if you've ever met a creeper before, sir." The boy drawled. "But we're kinda… prone t' exploding. So, I mean, sometimes I just can't help it."

"I've met plenty of creepers." Herobrine responded. "I've had several of them in my school before. And after the first time they try it, they learn to 'help it'." Oliver didn't know if the creeper heard the threat in his teacher's words, but he certainly did.

"Fourth," Herobrine resumed his speech. "You are here to learn. I encourage you to get to know your classmates, but do not let your friendships get in the way of your education. Beyond that, just have some common sense." Oliver wondered what 'common sense' even meant to a bunch of monsters. "Now-" Herobrine stopped, looking back at the door to the classroom. Oliver followed his gaze, as did several of his classmates, and after a moment he heard footsteps pattering down the hall. The missing student?

His thoughts were confirmed a moment later when the door burst open, admitting a skinny spider girl who was soaking wet. "Sorry!" She squeaked, four of her six arms moving in an attempt to shake off the water. "I got caught in the storm, and- and couldn't find-"

"Don't worry, Silvia." Herobrine cut her off, his tone patient. "Go find your seat, I was just finishing up here." The girl ducked her head in a nod, hurrying over to the last empty desk to sink into her chair. Oliver glanced at her sympathetically. The weather had been threatening as he had approached the school, but he had managed to stay out of the rain that he could now hear pounding against the windows.

"Oliver." The sound of his name made him flinch, and Oliver swiveled around to look at his teacher. "You share a dorm with Silvia, would you mind catching her up on what she missed?" Oliver blanched, looking back at the cave spider, but hurriedly nodded. He didn't want to cross his teacher so early in the semester.

"S-sure."

"Thank you." Herobrine turned his attention to an enderman in the first row. "Fade?"

"Yes sir!" The enderman shot to his feet.

"Please lead your classmates to the dorms and help them find their rooms." Herobrine nodded to the rest of the class. "All of you, follow Fade. Get settled in. You will be informed when it's time for supper." Oliver hurried to obey, grabbing his backpack as he stood along with the others. The enderman turned and marched to the back of the classroom, having to duck to get through the doorway.

"Come on, everyone." He said authoritatively, and Oliver merged into the small crowd following him out. He cast a glance back over his shoulder to find Herobrine not moving, just quietly watching as they left the room. Oliver shuddered. Despite being surrounded by monsters, somehow he felt like their teacher was the most dangerous one in the building.

Fade led all of them to the far right wing of the building, where there was a row of doors, all labeled with names and species. It didn't take Oliver long to find his own room, labeled with your full name and 'player' underneath. It also had Silvia's name and species, and Oliver hesitantly held the door for her as she scurried over to join him.

"Th-thanks." She said, teeth chattering. Oliver cast one last glance out into the hall before stepping into his room, looking around at his living space for the next semester.

The room was divided in half, with each half having a bed, a nightstand with a glowstone lamp, a small walk-in closet, and a chest in which to store their belongings. Each bed had a package on it, and Oliver wandered over to the closest one to take a look. A note on top of it read 'Oliver - Player'.

"So, um…" Silvia's voice caught his attention, and he turned around to find her wringing out her short hair. "…what, um, are you?" Oliver blinked at her, feeling a little intimidated with her beady red eyes trained on him.

"A-a player."

"Oh." She sank down to sit cross-legged, one pair of arms continuing to work on her hair while a third hand reached into the chest. "That's what I thought, but, um, I wasn't sure. What- why are you at the monster school?"

"I wish I knew." Oliver blew out a frustrated breath. Of course he would be paired with the only student who Herobrine hadn't given a pep talk about not killing him. "U-um, mister Herobrine said I'm here to represent the players."

"Oh." Silvia blinked, pulling a cobweb out of the chest. "I didn't know that would happen."

"And he said no fighting between students, either." Oliver added hurriedly. At least she was pretty small. If he could keep away from her sharp fangs, he could probably take her in a fight.

"Okay." Silvia just nodded passively, placing the cobwebs around her bed and draping herself over them. "What else did he say?"

"Uh… turn your homework in on time, don't break anything on the school grounds, and focus on learning." Oliver recited. "Oh, and we should have a class schedule somewhere."

"This?" Silvia held up a piece of paper in a free hand. "Yeah, I found it." Oliver glanced back at his own bed, and soon found his schedule set beside the package. Like Herobrine had said, it wasn't too complicated. They had normal classes in the morning, like science and math, and the strange 'monster school' classes in the afternoons. Oliver rubbed his head, grimacing. This was going to take some getting used to.

Was he really going to be stuck here for the rest of the semester, rooming with a cave spider and mingling with all sorts of dangerous mobs? For most of these things, this was the first time he'd seen them in person- at home, he lived with his parents in the middle of a huge city. Very few mobs were foolish enough to even try to attack, and those that did were quickly and easily dispatched by border guards and the iron golems that roamed the streets. Oliver had expected something a lot like that when he'd departed on his trip- maybe a little more remote, but not… this.

There was a single window in the middle of the wall, through which Oliver could see the dark storm clouds gathered around the building. Though he couldn't see the sun, he was pretty sure it was getting to be late afternoon. Herobrine had mentioned something about supper, which Oliver was grudgingly thankful for. He hadn't eaten since the train station that morning.

His gaze went back to the package, and Oliver finally sat on the edge of the bed to tear it open. Inside was a tailored uniform, navy blue with a gold emblem stitched into the breast pocket. He held it up, scrutinizing it. It looked like his size. Had his parents sent in his measurements, or…?

"I hope they don't all look like that." Silvia commented, and Oliver turned to find her ripping open her own package. Hers had six sleeves. "Guess not."

"Yeah." Oliver stood up, folding the uniform over his arm. "I'm gonna get changed."

"Kay." Silvia didn't look at him, still admiring the garment, and Oliver stepped into his closet to change into his new clothes.