Hello everyone! Yes, it is I, Creaturemaster, back from the grave and deader than ever! I really must thank all my viewers and readers for giving me the idea and the constant want of a sequel to my previous story, so here it is! The ever awaited sequel to "We're All Monsters". I hope you enjoy it as much as I have had fun writing it. And as a bonus, it's the first of it's kind! I must be a trend setter or something!

First, I simply must thank two people for helping get this story off the ground. I'd like to thank Kaiju Fan for giving me the idea to start off this story when I was still making We're All Monsters. I never would have been able to start this story without you. And to thank Morantis for giving me inspiration for this otherwise hard sequel.

Speaking of pairings, I apologize for all future readers. If things turn out differently in canon, I apologize for messing things up. Things just happened to be the way they were when I was writing a certain chapter.

As always, comment, review, suggest, and request below! I'd especially like to hear how I've done writing the Ever After High cast (it might take me a couple chapters to get it down pat).

Enough with my meaningless ramblings! On with the story!

Apple White yawned and cracked open her eyes, the warm sunlight passing through her open window pangs and lighting up her half of the room, the deep reds and bright yellows becoming brighter and more elegant in the sunshine. Apple smiled and sat up in bed, combing down a bit of her bed head and walking over to the window and onto the balcony in her pink night gown, enjoying the feeling of warmth on her flawless, ivory skin; a small little sparrow alighted down on the railing and chirped happily, rubbing its head against Apple's extended fingers.

"Isn't it such a beautiful morning?" Apple asked the bird, scratching it under its chin. "It makes you want to sing!" And that was exactly what the princess did, parting her ruby lips and letting sweet song flow out. The little bird began to sing along, the two of them happily singing in two part harmony and welcoming the morning rays. That is, until Apple's room mate woke up.

"Apple, can you please keep it down?" Raven Queen yawned, sitting up in her dark purple sheets and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Unlike Apple, Raven's violet and indigo locks looked as if they had been zapped by lightning, a complete mess that looked like it would take hours to smooth out. With a yawn, Raven climbed out of bed and set her bare feet on the black carpet of her side of the dorm, the divided line between both sides incredibly clear; the black carpet of Raven's side ended abruptly at the royal red of Apple's side, something Apple had made sure would happen when she decorated Raven's half of the room' unlike the princess's side of the room, Raven's side was in deep hues of black and purple, spikes and other evil looking monstrosities decorating everything.

Strangely enough, Raven did not feel at all like her side of the room looked. She didn't feel the tiniest bit evil, despite having dark magic coursing through her veins. And unlike what everyone except her fellow Rebels thought, she didn't want to be evil. Who in their right mind would want to live a life like what she had seen in the mirror during Destiny Day? Poisoning Apple just because it was her destiny? Living on the streets without anyone that loved her? Captured and tortured in Mirror Prison just because she had done Apple a kindness? Who wanted to live that life?

Nobody understood or cared what the Daughter of the Evil Queen thought about her destiny. As far as they were concerned, she was evil through and through and would end up just like her Mother had.

Apple smiled sweetly at Raven and politely did as she was asked; she was a princess after all. Instead she gave the little bird sitting on the balcony one last scratch under the chin and sent it on its merry way, giving a little twirl before happily walking back into the dorm to get ready for the day. Raven was sluggish and depressed, yawning every five minutes and scratching herself sleepily.

Both girls sat at their different vanities, getting ready for the day in their own way. Apple, being the Daughter of Snow White, found that being beautiful came easy to her; she rarely had to do anything more than a few simple brush strokes before her hair was perfect, and it was child's play to put on make up. Raven, on the other hand, had a more difficult time getting ready. Her hair was matted and twisted into mean looking snarls that would take a sharp sword just to tame; all she had was a hairbrush. Sighing, Raven took her black and violet colored hairbrush and began to run it through her hair, wincing as the individual brushes got caught in her tangled locks. She knew Apple would offer to help her, being almost always happy and cheery in the worst of weather, but Raven didn't want her help. She didn't mean to be rude, but Apple had always found some way or other to work in the annoying fact that she had a happy ending and that Raven didn't.

After a few excruciating moments and tussles with the brush, Raven was finally done and trudged over to her closet, not quite fully awake. She opened the door and glanced through the many outfits inside, deciding to just go with her usual look. Minutes later, she was fully dressed and somewhat awake.

Apple was also fully dressed, and was singing once more. Raven ignored it and merely checked she had everything she needed in her book bag before leaving the dorm, the door clicking shut behind her. Apple stayed behind, priming up and putting the finishing touches on herself; she had to look absolutely perfect for the day if she was to ever become Queen some day. The made her shudder with the pleasure; she could just imagine all the people waving and cheering for her during her coronation, acknowledging that she the fairest of them all as she lived happily ever after with her prince

The Royal then skipped happily to door, purse in hand, before she remembered something. She strolled away from the door and stood in front of her full length mirror, checking herself over before saying the words she always said.

"Mirror, mirror, staring back at me, how will today turn out to be?" she asked. She would usually ask who the fairest or the most beautiful in the land was, but she decided to skip it this time; it was always her anyways. The mirror swirled Apple's reflection, white, puffy clouds swirling around in the glass as a cheerful voice answered.

"My Princess, today shall be, the day you meet your destiny." the mirror spoke. Apple listened closer, intrigued at what the mirror had to say,

"You shall meet your Prince today, and forever more shall you frolic and play."

"He will appear in a puff of green smoke, summoned by one who you despise the most."

"That last part didn't rhyme." Apple jokingly chastised the mirror.

"You try to rhyme everything you say some time." the mirror shot back in a happy tone before shutting down for the moment. Apple shrugged and strolled to the door, closing it behind her and walking down the hallway of the dorms, wondering what the mirror's words meant.

"Ben?"

Ben groaned and turned over in his sleep, face down into his pillow where he continued his sleep; he had been out late on patrol with Rook, and after having a run in with Trumbipulor, every part of his body ached to high heaven. All he wanted to do was just sleep the day away without any interruptions.

"Ben!"

The wearer of the Omnitrix decided to ignore the faint voice at the edge of his thoughts, choosing to instead focus on getting back to sleep. He could feel its soft, warm grasp slowly closing around him, craddling him in pleasure and comfort like the soft, warm blanket that surrounded him. Unfortunately, it was short lived when a sudden jolt of electricity suddenly coursed through his body, lighting him up like a Christmas tree and making his hair stand on end as he screamed in agony until the course of energy was cut off a few short, agonizing seconds later.

"Sorry about that, Ben." Frankie apologized as Ben coughed out a cloud of soot and clutched his racing heart; he was sure it had started and stopped several times before his ghoulfriend had stopped. He looked up at her with a look of disdain on his face that quickly softened when he caught sight of those naïve, innocent, mismatched eyes that he fallen for, the way she worryingly clutched her hands together as she bit her lip nervously.

"Dare I ask what the reason behind this rude awakening is?" Ben yawned as he stood up and stretched his aching muscles, a light blush crossing Frankie's mint green cheeks; she wore a white tank top trimmed in electric blue with a lightning bolt on the front and a pair of black and white striped sweatpants that matched her messy, black and white streaked locks as her bolts sparked every few seconds.

"Knowing how tired you were last night, Rook was kind enough to call the house phone this time," Frankie explained. "It's the Vreedle Brothers again; it looks like they got smarter."

"Impossible." Ben yawned, cracking his back as he stood up.

"Maybe," Frankie shrugged. "Either way, they made off with an armored truck full of bullion."

"Are we talking soup or gold here?" Ben wondered.

"Gold." Frankie confirmed. "Either they got it mixed up again, or it was intentional."

"Well, I guess we can't let them get away with gold or soup." Ben sighed. "And here I was hoping I could sleep in for once." he joked as he grabbed a spare T-shirt hanging on the back of his desk chair and slipped it off before heading towards the bedroom door with Frankie right behind him; the room's walls were a vibrant green in color with a large, white bed in the center with black pillows at the head. A black desk sat adjacent and facing the window with a chair of the same color sitting in front of it. Upon purchasing the house, Sandra and several of her friends that included Ma Vreedle for some reason, swarmed into the house and immediately set to decorating it as they saw fit, using their husbands, the ghouls, Rook, and Ben as a work force to move things into place where they saw fit. And once the whole process was done, Ben and his ghouls spent an entire day perfecting it how they saw fit with regular breaks to go out on patrol; then again, 'purchase' didn't seem to be the correct word. It seemed that in the process of saving both his universe and his ghoulfriend's universe, Ben had merged the timelines together to the point where it seemed there had been no changes at all, appearantly managing to acquire himself and his ghouls a rather large and spacious house to live in.

"Any word on where the Vreedles are?" Ben asked as he and Frankie rushed down the stairs and to the bottom floor of the house and to the front door; the loud screeches of tires against the road and blaster fire could heard piercing the cool, morning air like arrow tips.

"I'm guessing somewhere close by." Frankie wagered as the two of them ran out onto the front lawn and looked up the street to see a large, fiery explosion farther up the block as a large, armored car came barreling out of the smoke at a breakneck pace with Rook's Proto-TRUK not far behind.

"Attention, Vreedle Brothers! This is your last and final warning!" Rook yelled through the microphones on his truck. "Pull over your vehicle and surrender!"

"We don't know the meaning of them there words!" Rhomboid yelled over his shoulder as Octagon tried to get his attention back towards the road.

"Boid, we don't know the meaning of a lot of words." Octagon reminded him.

"So we's just dumb then?" Rhomboid raised ane eyebrow.

"That we be, Boid. That we be." Octagon sighed dejectedly. "However, there is one way to prove that we's ain't stupid."

"How's that?" Rhomboid asked.

Octagon sighed and face palmed himself. "Just drive, Boid."

"Can do!"

"You ready?" Ben asked Frankie as they both turned on their respective Omnitrixes and cycled through their respective rosters before selecting a transformation and slapping their respective activation buttons, swallowing themselves in flashes of green and cyan light. Ben's skin suddenly exploded into patterns of the primary colors, red, blue, and yellow, racing and dancing over his body until it looked like a paint truck had exploded on him. He looked down at his feet to find them completely vanishing into box-shaped toes, rings of the squares racing up his legs with the sound of a thousand clattering LEGO bricks. The rings traveled up his body, becoming wider as they reached his chest and arms, his fingers melting together to form four, blocky digits on each hand. The blocks raced up his back and neck to envelope his face, making his head cubular and boxy as the Omnitrix appeared on his chest, completing the transformation.

Frankie's mint green skin began to harden into a smooth covering, little diamonds and crystals racing up her arms and legs to cover her as her bones disappeared altogether and she shot upwards a few feet. She felt her jawline push out a little ways as her teeth fused together into two, hard plates her right eye turned blue and her left eye turned green. She retained a feminine figure as a black jumpsuit with a wide, cyan stripe down the middle appeared on her figure, the cyan colored Omnitrix appearing around her waist in the form of a belt, completing the transformation.

"Darn it! I wanted Humungousaur, not Bloxx!" the Segmentasapien cursed as Tourma chuckled.

"Ben, you always wanted Humungousaur." she scolded Bloxx. "Remember what Skurd said?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Bloxx grumbled as he jogged out into the middle of the street and morphed his flexible body into a sturdy, thick wall as Tourma ran out in front of him and raising one of her arms at the runaway vehicle, firing off a single shard of diamond at the front tire and succeeding in popping it, sending the armored truck spinning out to crash into Bloxx's sturdy body as Tourma jumped out of the way.

"Uh, Octagon? There was jus' one Ben Tennyson, right? Or am I countin' wrong again?" Rhomboid wondered, scratching his head.

"That's what ya might call a paradox, Rhomboid; instead of one Ben Tennyson, there be two." Octagon tapped his chin before leanning out the window. "Sorry to bother ya, ma'am, but if you could jus' explain to us what were seein', we'd be much obliged." Octagon said to Tourma.

"Simple enough. I'm his ghoulfriend." the Petrosapien explained. "And you two are under arrest."

"Aw, Octagon! We done it wrong again!" Rhomboid pouted.

"Sad, but true." the older of the two brothers agreed. "However, there is one way out of this particular mess we done gotten ourselves into."

"Uh, what is that again?"

Octagon sighed and face palmed himself once more. "Blastin', Boid. That's how we get ourselves outta this here mess."

"Ooh! I love blastin'!" Rhomboid cheered as he pulled out his favorite blaster, a gun-like weapon with three barrels and a large ammo supply, and fired it in all directions; Tourma instinctivly ducked to the ground as Bloxx was struck several times, smoking rising the areas he had been hit as he cried out in pain. Sensing a chance of escape, Rhomboid stepped onj the gas and spend along, ramming right through the Segmentasapien wall and sending individual blocks scattering in all directions as the Proto-TRUK came to a screeching halt next to the two aliens.

"Do you require a ride?" Rook asked.

"Please." Bloxx groaned as he quickly pulled himself back together with a loud clattering sound. "Oh, and Frankie? Diamondhead's impervious to energy attacks."

"Right. Sorry." the Petrosapien apologized as she climbed into the passenger's seat as Bloxx clambered up onto the roof, hanging on tightly as Rook stomped down on the gas and spend forward and after the armored truck the Vreedle Brothers had stolen. They sped through the early dawn of Bellwood, twisting and turning down the roads and sides treets as the Vreedle Brothers led them on wild goose that ended up going from the quiet suburbs to the main city.

"Hold 'er steady, Rook!" Bloxx yelled as they came up behind the runaway vehicle.

"Why? Is Ms. Stein in danger of falling over?" Rook asked.

"It's an expression, Rook! Just drive straight!" Bloxx yelled.

"And just call me Frankie, Rook." Tourma added as they edged closer and closer to the armored truck and rammed it in the rear bumper as Bloxx launched himself from the top of the Proto-TRUK and landed on top of the armored truck with a loud thump! The Segmentasapien took a few seconds to catch his breath as Octagon climbed out of the window of the truck and onto the roof, brandishing a pair of smaller blasters.

"I jus' love me some blastin'." Octagon grinned.

"Me too, Octagon!" Rhomboid called up.

"Eyes on the road, Boid! It's one of them there traffic laws ya gots to obey!" Octagon snapped before returning his attention to Bloxx as the Segmentasapien shifted his left hand into a large, round shield and morphed his right arm into a large hammer. With a grunt, her swung his hammer and forced Octagon to bend backwards to avoid getting hit before he fired at Bloxx with his blasters, only succeeding in hitting the shield over and over again as Bloxx slowly made his way forward, swinging his hammer.

"Hold still for just a second." Tourma mumbled under her breath as she leaned out the window of the Proto-TRUK and fired off an explosvie shard at the back tire of the fleeing vehicle, succeeding in blowing the wheel down to its metallic skeleton and forcing the car to suddenly drop backwards. Bloxx stumbled and fell to his stomach as Octagon just barely his balanace and leveled his blasters at Bloxx's face, a wicked grin on his own.

"Any last words ya might like ta say before I blasts ya ta bits?" he asked, his fingers itching to pull the trigger. Bloxx knew that the threat was a weak one to say the least; sure it would hurt, but he could easily rebuild himself with little trouble. But that would also mean that they would lose track of the Vreedles and the pressus amount of gold they had stolen. It seemed he would once again go without breakfast when a sudden flash of bright, purple light caught his attention from the top of a large skyscraper.

"Yeah. Prepare for impact!" Bloxx yelled as he released his grip on the armored truck and flew back to crash into the windshield of the Proto-TRUK as something large and heavy came crashing down from the sky and smashed into the front of the armored truck, smashing the engine into bits and stopping the truck in its tracks; the Proto-TRUK came to a screeching halt, sending Bloxx flying into the back of the armored truck with a painful clang!

"Ow." he groaned as he climbed to his feet and cracked his aching bones. "Nice shot, Spectra."

"My pleasure." an Arburian Pelarota with purple-colored armor and black markings on her body that bared resembled a bikini of sorts said as she uncurled herself and stood up.

"I am thoroughly confused." Rhomboid groaned as he pulled himself lose from the driver's seat and slumped to the road, dazed.

"You and me both, Boid." Octagon moaned as he climbed to his feet, stretching his arms above his head when he suddenly heard a loud clank! and looked up to see a pair of blue energy cuffs clapped around his wrists, a satisfied smile on Rook's face.

"You are here by under arrest for theft of an armored vehicle full of valuable gold, assault of three Plumber agents, disturbing the piece, destruction of private property, and all around may-" Rook listed off the charges before he was suddenly interrupted.

"Aw, Octagon! We done it wrong again!" Rhomboid whined as Rollchele took another pair of energy cuffs and snapped them around his wrists after pinning his arms behind his back.

"What are you talking about?" Tourma wondered.

"We's tryin' ta steal bouillon!" Rhomboid explained. "We done got them mixed up again."

"No, Boid, you're just plain mixed up." Octagon sighed, shaking his head with pity at his moronic brother's confusion. "Now if you would be so kind as ta take us back ta our cells? I does quite miss the food provided." With a slightly confused expression, Rook pushed the two criminals into the back of the Proto-TRUK and slammmed the doors behind them as the three Omnitrixes timed out and returned their respective owners back to their original forms in flashes of multicolored light; it was only then that Spectra realized she was only wearing her see through nightgown with her black bra and panties. With a slight yelp, she phased right through the walls of the Proto-TRUK and hunkered down in the back seat as Frankie climbed in next to her while Rook and Ben to the front seats.

"Mind dropping us off at home, Rook?" Ben asked. "I'd love to help out with whatever it is you do once you capture a criminal, but I'm already running late; I'm subbing for a class at Monster High today."

"I am surprised at you, Ben," Rook said as he turned the Proto-TRUK around once the authorities had arrived to take custody of the armored truck. "Normally, you and education do not mix very well. What ever changed your mind to volunteer to to substitute a Biteology class at Monster High?"

"It's way too long of a story to explain, Rook." Ben sighed as Spectra pulled out her iCoffin and turned in her seat to face the dejected Vreedle Brothers in the back.

"Do you mind if I take a picture for my report?" she asked kindly.

"Make sure ya get my good side!" Rhomboid grinned as he posed for the camera, much to Octagon's disappointment.

"Good morning, luvs." Robecca greeted Ben with a quick kiss as he, Frankie, and Spectra came shuffling into the kitchen, yawning and stretching their aching bodies before sitting down on the turning stools that sat in front of the counter where several plates of food sat waiting. "Made breakfast for you."

"Good thing you ghouls took those cooking classes." Ben joked as he stabbed his scrambled eggs with his fork; on the small TV sitting on the counter was Will Harangue telling the news while simultaneously spouting off incriminating nonsense about Ben and his ghouls. Ben tuned out the garbage as Spectra grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, grumbling obscenities under her breath as she nursed a mug of coffee.

"He's just jealous that I my reports get more viewers than he does." she smirked when she remembered the look on the anchorman's face when she submitted her first report of career and ended up getting a promotion the next day.

"Reporting news and beating up the bad guys on the side lines? How do you do it?" Ben cracked with a smile as Spectra's pale face blushed slightly.

"Morning, everyone." a slightly depressed sounding voice came from behind them all. Ben yelped and dropped his fork to the floor, mildly cursing as he bent down to pick it up and turn around in his seat to look at Twyla, who had simply materialized from the shadow of the refrigerator. "I swear, I will never get use to that." he said under his breath, Twyla smirking as she strolled into the kitchen to make something. Despite the fact they had all been living together for at least half a year, they were still getting use to living with each other; the house had a constant, faint smell of brimstone thanks to Jinafire's presence, Venus insisted on using environmentally safe methods whenever possible. Nefera always used the shower a little longer than anyone else, Skelita's bones rattled wherever she went, Spectra would pop in through the walls and ceilings unannounced, Jane would appear in the most unusual of places, the stairs had to all be modified so Avea could easily get between floors. The list went on and on.

"Don't forget that you're substituting for Monster High again," Twyla reminded her boyfriend grabbing a brown paper bag and stashing seemingly random food into it.

"Remind me how I ended up being a substitute teacher instead of a hero?" Ben asked, clearing his plate and dumping it in the sink and grabbing Frankie's finished platter bacon and scrambled eggs to do the same.

"Oh, don't pretend you don't love it," Frankie chided him. "Who better to teach a class about alien species than the guy who can turn into them?"

"She has a point, Ben." Twyla smirked, setting the brown paper bag in front of Ben. "The students really love it when you substitute. I see you teaching class in their dreams sometimes."

"Speaking of which, how goes being the Anti-Boogey Man?" Ben asked, smirking slightly as Twyla rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"Good, I guess. Not really much to talk about." she answered. "I still like heroing better."

"That's why I said." Ben smiled, kissing Twyla on the head before heading upstairs, ignoring the sound of a movie playing the living room; no doubt Venus and Jane had stayed up late again and fallen asleep together on the couch with Jane probably using Venus as a pillow and Venus using Jane as a blanket. He strolled past the many bedrooms that lined the hallway, heading towards his own bedroom at the end of the hall; the ghouls had come up with a system where each ghoul would sleep with Ben in a rotation system so that they would each have some time alone with Ben. Last night had been Frankie's turn, made evident by a pair of black pumps she had left behind last night on the floor.

Ben ignored the shoes and made his way over to his closet; unlike his ghouls, he really only had one uniform that he went with on a regular basis, with only a few separate looks to choose from if he so chose so. Normally, he just went with his brown pants and iconic black T-shirt with a green trim and stripe down the front with a white number 10 on the front. Once he was fully dressed, he headed towards one of the four bathrooms he and his ghouls all shared and grabbed his toothbrush and a bottle of toothpaste to begin brushing his teeth when he suddenly felt something.

It was something he had built up over his time has a hero, a gut-like feeling that he often got when something was amiss or didn't seem right. That feeling one got when they suddenly in danger or about to have something bad happen to them, that was the feeling Ben was getting right now when he suddenly suffered a sudden blow to the back of his head. As his vision and consciousness started to fade, he managed to fumble with the Omnitrix and slap the activation button, engulfing himself in a bright green light just as a warm, gentlemanly voice spoke.

"Sorry to have to do this to you, Benjamin." it apologized.

And that's it for the first chapter! So many questions and cliff hangers, so little time! At least this will hopefully guarantee a majority of my readers will stick around for the next chapter and onward (hopefully). And that myth about the sequel never being as good as the original? Lets hope that's a lie.

Also, I'm sure several of you remember a contest I set up back in my previous story concerning Nemetrix predators? Well, I finally got off my lazy ass and got to work on drawing the winners; check out my DeviantArt account to check 'em out! And if ANYONE has an idea on how to end this story, let me know. I've got a whole bunch of ideas for where I want this story to go, but no idea how to end it; call me lazy or scatterbrained, but that's just how I work.

As always, comment, review, suggest, and request down below! I will try to have the next chapter out soon.

Hasta Luego!