It's the first day of school in Gravesfield, Connecticut. Students awake, preparing for the new year. Bit by bit the students arrive, some driving, some on the bus, some dropped off.

My name is Kris Dreemurr, a human teen living in a section of town solely populated by friendly monsters. You wouldn't notice these monsters, however, as a mystical force known as the Mist hides their true appearance from other humans. I am the only one in that part of town that looks the same without the Mist.

That doesn't mean I'm normal. In fact, the opposite is true, really. I am by no means normal. I was adopted by the monster Dreemurr family at the age of 8. I was found after surviving a car crash that killed my mother, and by all means, should have killed me too. Although, if i had a nickel for every time something happened to me that should have killed me, I'd have twice as much money as I do now.

I drive in to the student parking lot of the school with an old, beat-up, late 90's convertible. An old Cungadero. As I get out the car and head to the school, students, monsters and humans alike, glance at me nervously. I don't need to wonder why for a second. Presently, I'm infamous for living in a new, secluded house separate from my mother. It's in a forest clearing, located far from other houses on the south side of town. Coincidentally, I had it built on an old bunker considered to be cursed by the monster population. Totally not serial killer-esque at all.

As I pass, human students make way for me. I know it's not out of respect, but out of a need to stay away from this me. I heard some of them think 'Creepy,' 'Weirdo,' or 'Freak' about me. I didn't mind the names, but it does get old real fast. By the way, I can hear thoughts.

You see, I have a plethora of strange abilities. One of them is hearing people's thoughts. I guess it comes with the whole "video game protagonist" jig. It doesn't always happen, only occasionally. I learned to drown out thoughts and distinguish them from spoken statements to not tip people off. After all, it would be a bit too weird for me to respond to something a person thought about as if they said it out loud.

Monsters don't mind as much, but are still visibly put off by me. I don't really mind, as I've had centuries to get used to it. Oh, by the way, with my resets and save file shenanigans, I'm approximately 600 years old. Don't question it.

I headed to the lobby to pick up my schedule. As I did, I felt something strange. Like there was something going on that didn't happen before. I didn't know what it was, but I was sure it had something to with Him, so it agitated me.

A young woman I never met was sitting at a table in the lobby, handing out schedules. My guess? A new teacher wanting to meet all her potential students.

She cheerfully greeted me with a "Hello there! may you please tell me your name?"

"Kris Dreemurr," I responded.

"Alright, just one second… aha!" She found the papers in no-time. "Wait, it says here your full name is… Krismass Togore Dreemurr? Ha ha! That's the silliest name I've ever heard! Tell me, is your family big on Christmas?"

'Half-clocked glitch! Is my name funny to you? ' I thought. (By the way, I learned Cybertronian swear words, so I use those instead of normal swears to avoid trouble while still expressing myself.) "No," I actually replied with.

"Alright, well here you go!" She passed me my papers. I grabbed them with a swift "thanks" and walked off.

After getting some distance, I looked at my schedule. Chemistry with Dr. Starlight, Art with Mrs. June, Gym with Coach Hedge, Algebra II with Ms. Jen, World History with Ms. Morris, Coding with Mr. Connor, and English with Ms. Alphys.

I nearly fist-pumped into the air seeing my last class and silently thanked my mom to the ends of the earth. I asked her to make sure my last class was English with Susie and Noelle. I explained that I wanted it as it was a class that I enjoyed with my friends and a nice teacher, so it could put me in a good mood at the end of the day. I left out the fact that we wanted to go visit a magical Dark World in the supply closet after school everyday, and that we wanted it in her English class as Ms. Alphys was the only teacher who would let us get away with it.

I looked at my schedule again to find my first period, and recognition flashed. "Well I'll be damned…" I headed to my chemistry class, trying to be on time despise my usual efforts to be late on the first day, setting precedent to not expect me to be on time. But this class was an exception.