Okay, Monster High fanfic FILLED with O.C.s. Nine of them in varying forms of importance. Normally I'm not a fan of those, but this... I dunno, I was inspired. Also, a LOT of these are basically MH interpretations of Characters from various fandoms with various degrees of accuracy. For example, in these first chapters... Not gonna lie. Duran? He's not just inspired by Duman from Winx Club. He basically IS Duman from Winx Club. Just not in a crossover-ish feel. Don't worry, dude will get backstory.
Oh well, just consider this my own personal playground.
Well, let's get on with it... and as always, Reviews make me happy and enjoy the show

"Charlie! Get up, son!" My mom called as I grudgingly woke up. Wait... that's not a hand... oh GREAT!

"Charlie! I'm coming in!" Mom called again as I hurried up and quickly blocked the door, trying really hard to find the spell. C'mon... where was that spell? "Charlie?"
"Coming mom, just... give me a second." I was digging trough my drawers until finally I found it. Leaning against the door, I muttered the incantations, and I could feel myself reverting into my human disguise. With that he opened the door.

"You were back in your normal form, huh?" My mother guessed. Well, adopted mother anyway.

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"And you left your disguise spell somewhere you couldn't find it directly?"

"Yeah..."

"What have we learned from that?"
"To watch my stuff."

"That's my boy. Now get dressed for school." With that she left me. Looking down I realized that I was naked this entire time. Groaning, I got back and got dressed.

"Morning, Son." My dad said at the breakfast table. Again, my adopted dad. "Aw... you didn't put on your robes." He told me, seeing that I just put on my murky green shirt and pants.

"Dad, I know you and mom's religion calls for these robes to be worn all day..." I said, seeing as they indeed were wearing their long red monk-ish robes. "That's fine, I'm cool with that... but I like some individuality, okay?" They just looked at each other with that patent worried look. As if choosing my own clothes at age nineteen was a BAD thing.

"Okay. Ooh, that reminds me, I organized a surprise for you! To celebrate the new school year." My mom decided to change the subject, as she was going, the doorbell rang. "There he is!" He? What was going on? I couldn't really ask as she took my wrist and dragged me to the door to open it.

"Ta-DA!" She said, smiling broadly at me while showing the guy opening my door. I just stared. No way... that couldn't be...

"Duran?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Duran said, looking a wee bit uncomfortable as my mother was swarming around him, presenting him as a Christmas present.

"Good Lord... I-I don't know what to say. It's been so long." I tried, starting to smile. Duran was my best friend in the first year of Monster High. Until that... unfortunate incident. And even then, I was so glad to see him healthy. Or at least semi-healthy. I get the feeling he'll never get rid of those rings underneath his yellow eyes. Or that unhealthy tinge of his skin... or that white lock in his red Mohawk... I should quit before I guilt trip myself into depression again. Still, I was happy to see him. I wonder if he felt the same, or that mom forced him. She sometimes did that. Only one way to find out. "Let's get going, shall we? Thanks mom." And with that, I put an arm around him (He twitched at that) and guided him away from my mom, who kept smiling and waved as I was off to school. Off to my final year at Monster High.