You let out a yawn as you walked through the halls of your beloved school. You had some trouble trying to sleep the night prior. You've been having some really weird dreams. Last night involved Cleo and Deuce pretty much no clipping everywhere whilr Draculaura only spoke through monkey noises. The thought was funny now, but what did it mean?
Aren't dreams supposed to be represented of the state of mind? Or, something like that?
You entered into your Ghoulish Literature and Monstory class in the Libury and took your seat with your usual group. Ghoulia, Abbey, Frankie, and Draculaura. You began to set your books down but stopped and looked at the Vampire beside you. You reached over and pinched her cheek making her yelp.
Draculaura: Ow! Why?!
Y/N: Just making sure.
She pouted but went back to copying the board soon after. You began to do the same before Mr. D'eath walked.....dragged himself into the room. His sigh echoed before he sat down at his desk.
Frankie: Wait, is he our substitute?
Abbey: What happened to Mr. MacDeath?
Ghoulia: Mhemahmeh.
All: Ooooooooh.
Y/N: Yeah, I saw that one coming.
Frankie: I hope he gets better.
Another sigh grabbed the class' attention. You all watched as Mr. D'eath dropped his head. He rose to his feet but he head stared down as if it was stuck to the desk. He then dragged himself to the board and but fell down half way there. He then began to crawl over which made him look more like a ragdoll rather than a skeleton. The noise his bones made when they rattled also echoed through the room.
Draculaura: You know what? Same.
He finally reached the board and stood up, only to lean against the board. He then pointed to the only empty space on the board.
Mr. D'eath: Today your groups will be working together to write a short story about the dreams you have. Not the dreams that get crushed by reality, hut the ones you have when you sleep. Please make them interesting. I'll have to read all of them.
You raised your hand causing him to sigh.
Mr. D'eath: Yes, Mr. Van Helsing?
Y/N: Uh, I don't really understand. We're all supposed to make up a story based on our dreams?
Mr. D'eath: Yes.
Y/N: But we don't have the same dreams.
Mr. D'eath: Yes.
Y/N: So how are we....
Mr. D'eath: Yes.
You stared at him for a moment before sighing and sitting back down. Mr. D'eath fixed his glasses before he seemed to space out. He only came back to reality when Abbey flicked a ball of paper at him. Crippling reality.
Mr. D'eath: I've been given permission to allow you all to hold a co-ed creepover to make it easier for you all to complete this assignment. That is all.
Rather than going back to the desk, the teacher instead simply laid down on the ground and stared at the roof. After waiting for a moment to make sure that was all he needed to say, you turned back to your group while the others began to plan for their projects.
Frankie: A creepover? Bolt-tastic!
Ghoulia: Mhauhama.
Abbey: Yes, it should be fun, but what about him?
Abby pointed to you, the only male in the group. You waved with a smile.
Frankie: Well, he has to be there.
Draculaura: But he's Y/N. He won't do anything weird.
You stopped waving and narrowed your eyes in thought.
Y/N: Wait, is that a concern? When have I ever done anything weird?
Frankie: It won't be a problem. We can even have the Creepover in our room.
Draculaura: Yeah! We'll get snacks and watch movies!
Abbey: And do each other's hair.
Ghoulia: Mhjehahah.
She presented her nails. The four began to make plans for this Creepover while you just sat there blankly. Did...did they think you were a creep?
You sat on your makeshift bed on the floor while Draculaura painted the nails on your left hand. After everyone arrived and settled, the Creepover had officially began. You watched as Draculaura made your nails red and white. While it wasn't necessarily your style, it was still a delight.
Frankie had put on a movie on the TV which served as more of background noise. Some kind of movie about the legends of the north. Abbey had even suggested dying your hair, an idea that was swiftly turned down. Still, she said she would do you hair and promised not to make you look like a clown.
Frankie: These candies are so sweet! Where did you get this treat?
You looked to where Frankie was picking through a bowl of candies. Some kind of reminded you of the kinds that you would get from grannies. The amount if sugar in the room was enough to make you sick. Still, when you saw the sodas you found yourself unable to pick.
Draculaura: The candy shop down the street. They had all kinds of things to eat.
Frankie: They are delicious, but stay away from my lab. Those candies will probably be bad.
Abbey lifted her head from the book she was reading. She raised a brow at this strange feeling that was exceeding.
Abbey: Why is everyone rhyming? What is happening?
You let out another yawn with your free hand. You were still tired and ready for your nightly trip to dreamland. You even looked at the clock to see the time. 10 Pm on the dime.
Y/N: I think it's time for bed. Abby, tomorrow you can mess with my head.
Abbey: Seriously, why are you all rhyming?
The others began to agree and took their spots on the floor. Outside, the once clear sky was no more. Thunder and lightning were followed by rain. And with that, the night truly began.
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On a creepover at Frankie's one dark stormy night, Draculaura awoke and wanted a bite. So she wandered away from the now-sleeping gang to search for a treat that would tame her sweet fang. Then way back in the lab she found a dusty old dish filled with brightly wrapped goodies that looked totes delish. Though the flavors were odd she ate the whole heap, wandered back to the room and fell fast asleep.
But later on that night Draculaura's need for a treat sent her into a dream that wasn't so sweet. For the lab melted away like a milk chocolate bar left on the dash of a hot July car.
Now Draculaura should have known before making a grab, of mystery candy way back in the lab, that...before taking a bite...perhaps it might have been expedient to first find out the ingredients. Also before you start to panic, the ingredients were all-natural and certified organic. No artificial colors, flavors or filler, just old-fashioned monster concoctions quite killer.
And she found herself standing in a familiar hall but not feeling anything like herself much at all. For from the top of her head to the stylish on her feet she was completely transformed into a monster-sized treat! Draculaura said to herself....
Draculaura: I've had some strange dreams but this takes the cake, enough already it's time to awake.
But awake she did not and so she gave a shout.
Draculaura: Hello, are there any other monsters about?
Then she suddenly realized all her friends were there, too, only they weren't moving as if suspended in glue.
Clawdeen: Draculaura please help us we're stuck and we're sticky and we can't wake up from your nightmare most icky.
Then her plight was so sad that she started to cry when all of a sudden Count Fabulous flapped by. Only no longer dresssed as a tuxedoed dandy he had now become a piece of hard flying candy.
Draculaura: Wait, please wait, and lend me a claw so that I can help all my friends to unthaw... Of course, they're not really frozen but you know what I mean and it's not really fair that they're caught in my dream.
Count Fabulous flew back and whispered into her ears.
Count Fabulous: If you really want to wake up and release all your peers, then find your creepover friends...they hold the key...but promise not to tell them you heard that from me.
Draculaura: I've got to find Frankie and Abbey too, then we'll all track down Ghoulia cause she'll know what to do.
So Draculaura set off to find her friends and it is here that her tale temporarily ends but don't let this story give you a fright just be careful what YOU EAT before bed late tonight.
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You stared at your hand, particularly at your nails. The colors of red and white were now more like spirals. In addition to it all, your clothes seemed to have changed to that of candy. While it did look quite nice, you doubt it would come in handy.
You had ended up in the middle of your own room but Deuce was gone. Could it be that none of this was real you thought? No, this had to be a dream. There was no other explanation, but you hoped this one wouldn't make you scream. Still, you decided it would be best to try and explore. No point in wasting this dream in being a bore.
You began to explore the dorm with great curiosity, but what really caught your ear was the sound of animosity. When you entered another room you quickly say why. Your fellow classmates seemed trapped like flies.
Deuce: Y/N, you have to help us, bro! All this candy is trapping us here and messing with our flow.
Y/N: I think your flow is the least of your concerns. But I'll see what I can do to help you prevent any heartburns.
You took a step back but ended up bumping into someone who was free. When you looked, you found Draculaura which made you smile in glee.
Y/N: Draculaura, you're here too?!
Draculaura: Y/N, my boo!
She happily hugged you which you returned. Seemed like she was also dreaming which was cause of concern. A shared dream, but how was that possible? While not unheard of, it was very improbable.
Draculaura: We have to find the others and help our friends. Otherwise, this could be their end.
That sounded pretty bad. Without another moment wasted, you were off again.
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Frankie: How did I get here, this isn't right, I didn't eat candy at all last night!
But not being a ghoul to give into despair Frankie decided to wake up right then and there... only she didn't. She thought to herself...
Frankie: Well this is annoying, I always wake up from freams I'm enjoying.
Frankie was not enjoying this one for sure although she did kind of like her stylish candy couture. So Frankie rubbed her eyes and tightened her bolts concerned that maybe she was losing her volts. For this Monster High dream, all candy infused, was beginning to leave her slightly confused.
'Cause all her classmates were there, just stuck and sticky, all unable to wake from this nightmare so icky. Frankie was now at her lowest spark when down the hall she heard a bark.
Frankie: I know that bark with its tone so sweet!
And she ran down the hall her Watzit to greet. Although when Frankie saw him it caused her to squint for he was now all peppery like a cute little mint.
Watzit: Would have been here sooner.
Watzit spoke with a lick.
Watzit: But it's hard to run on legs made of stick.
At first Watzit's voice caused her to gawk.
Watzit: Frankie, it's a dream I can talk. I've found some folks to help you find a way to get home, because in this dream you won't be able to do it alone.
Then like a bolt of lightning Frankie's hopes revived as Draculaura and you soon arrived.
Draculaura: Oh Frankie, I'm sorry I got us into this mess but I'm totes glad to see you I must confess!
Frankie gave her a hug.
Frankie: It's okay my dear friend, let's just find a way to make this dream end.
Y/N: Well have to work together to make that possible. But for now, we should look for Abbey Abominable.
Now it won't be easy for this intrepid trio but adventures are easier with someone to share. It's a mystery dipped in chocolate with a hard candy shell and there's much more to this story that we have to tell.
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Alone in a hallway at Monster High, Abbey looked all around and heaved a great sigh; for she was struck in a nightmare of not her own making, and something was keeping her body from waking.
Because Abbey's dreams were practical most of the time, she never had any that played out in rhyme, which she thought strange and a little annoying.
Abbey: This dream I am not, in the least bit, enjoying.
But to make matters stranger, she had a cart with a bell and pushed it by classrooms singing.
Classrooms: Ice scream is swell! Is sweet, is tasty, come get it now; is made from yak milk, not from cow!
Now the school itself, it should be noted, inside and out was all candy coated - Draculaura brought this on after a midnight treat that drew all of her friends into a scream not so sweet.
Of course, Abbey, being Abbey, was not a ghoul to get manic, and with icy resolution determined not to panic.
Abbey: I must have plan to get out of this mess, but where first to start I haven't a guess.
So she kept pushing her cart and singing her song, believing she'd eventually figure out what was wrong. Then from a classroom behind her came a noise like a trumpet, and Abbey spun her cart quickly and almost dumped it.
Then Abbey crept right to the classroom, her curiosity aquiver, slowly opened the door and saw her pet mammoth Shiver, who was in front of the board, a piece of chalk in her trunk, causing Abbey's jaw to fall open, with an audible "thunk".
Shiver: Don't just stand there gawking like newborn yak, I have something to show you that will help you get back.
Abbey quickly recovered and closed her mouth tight, even though Shiver wasn't looking quite right.
Gone was her curly white fur soft and thick; now she looked like a frozen confection sans stick. But her pet's new look Abbey skillfully ignored, as she focused on the map Shiver drew on the board.
It showed an "X" in Mad Science class moving around, and two more in the hall toward Abbey were bound.
Shiver: Is all I am showing, so hurry with cart, go find your friends - no worries, take heart.
Abbey didn't look back, didn't think twice, she just slid out of the classroom like a bobsled on ice. Then down at the end of a hallway, Frankie, you, and Draculaura came into view; you saw Abbey and cam running as Abbey ran toward her friends, too.
Thus a fangtastic meeting happened in this creepy uncool place, as the ghouls and you all held each other in a joyful sweet embrace. Draculaura said she was sorry to Abbey with all her heart, but Abbey said...
Abbey: No worries, just hop up on this cart. Ghoulia is in Mad Science, and I am thinking is no mistake that all must be together if from this dream we are to wake.
So down the halls she pushed you toward your final destiny, but if the ending's sweet or not you'll have to wait and see.
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Ghoulia paced the classroom like a chimera in a cage, trying everything she could to make her brain engage.
Ghoulia: I find this situation discomforting at best, like a subject I have not studied yet still must pass the test.
For Ghoulia could not concoct either remedy or scheme to wake her from this slumber and end this frightmare scene. It seemed now that her thoughts were stretchy, soft and gummy, almost like her fashions, although not so sweet and yummy.
Ghoulia: I wish that I could have the help of a friend or maybe three, then back into the waking world perhaps I might just flee
But the thought of fleeing anywhere merely added to her gloom - since a lock upon the doorway kept her trapped within the room.
All of Ghoulia's words have from zombie been translated, and though you probably knew this, I thought it better not left unstated.
Then Ghoulia stopped her pacing, for she thought she heard a call coming beyond the doorway out there in the hall.
Y/N: Ghoulia, if you're in there, we're trapped in this dream, too, and so ready to get out. If you're here, can you give us a shout?
Ghoulia answered back.
Ghoulia: I am here but I am stuck, I have tried hard to escape but so far I have had no luck.
Then she thought she heard "voltageous", "totes", and maybe "yak" followed by "I'm coming through, please to be standing back."
She had barely stepped aside when the door just blew apart as Abbey crashed right through it using her ice scream cart. Frankie quickly followed you on her her tail, Draculaura she did too, then around Ghoulia they gathered saying...
All: Please tell us what to do.
Ghoulia shrugged her shoulders and heaved a sad, sad sigh.
Ghoulia: There is nothing we can do, nothing left to try.
Draculaura was now sad.
Draculaura: Itâs all my fault.
Accepting the blame again.
Draculaura: I should have ignored my sweet fang instead of giving in.
Even Frankie got so low that she could barely spark a light, and Abbeyâs cool was thawing as she thought about their plight, when all at one Sir Hoots a Lot came gliding through the door, made a circle over Ghoulia then dropped a book there on the floor.
The book it landed open on a picture of candy sweet, and Draculaura pointed.
Draculaura: Hey, that was my midnight treat!
So you deftly grabbed the book and read up on the snack.
Y/N: This candy is made by the Boogeyman, and now I know how we get back.
Now Ghoulia thought with a purpose, as her brain was beginning to race.
Ghoulia: If I could just find a toothbrush, we might wake and be out of this place.
Abbey: I have a toothbrush, but I think battery is dead - why you stare so strangely - I always brush before bed.
Y/N: Everyone gather round now and put a hand on this brush, if Frankie can spark some power, then we should be out of here in a rush.
From Frankieâs bolts electricity leaped into the battery dead - the bristles spun, the dream was done, and you all woke up in bed.
You all stretched and yawned and looked around, then gasped in disbelief while laughing out loud in spite of themselves in fits of pure relief.
Draculaura: Who else could totes go for a snack?
Draculaura gave a wink, then she ducked as pillows flew over her head.
Draculaura: Yeah, me neither, I think.
Then came a knock on the door which made you all look. As it opened up, you found yourself suddenly hooked. Standing there was a familiar face, one that you had missed and that was kept I your heart in a special place.
Cupid: Guess who's come back to see her friends? What, did you think that this was the end?