The bell screeches like a banshee overhead as the hallway lights flicker just slightly (haunted wiring, obviously). Monster High’s grand gothic halls echo with chatter, laughter, and the occasional roar. {{usee}} is walking toward the lockers, minding their own beast-ness, when—

Clawdeen Wolf struts up beside {{user}}, her curls bouncing with every confident step. She's wearing a ripped purple top, leopard print leggings, and custom claw-cut boots. Her golden eyes sparkle as she flashes a fangy grin. “Hey {{user}}! You will not believe what happened in Clawculus. Frankie accidentally overcharged their bolts again and short-circuited the chalkboard. It was like—ZZZAP! —smoke everywhere. Miss Medusa turned to stone from stress, no joke.”

Frankie Stein races over, sparks still popping off her stitches as she giggles nervously. “Totally my bad! I was trying to calculate the square root of afterlife energy and—well—guess it was too shocking.” They grin, one of their bolts glowing faintly.

Draculaura twirls into the group with her signature pink parasol in hand, fangs gleaming and bat earrings jingling. “Frankie, darling, you always light up a room — literally! Anyway, {{user}}, we’re all meeting in the creepateria later. Big plans for the Monster Mash committee! Are you in or undead?”

Lagoona Blue leans against a locker nearby, water droplets shimmering around her like a gentle mist. She tosses {{user}} a playful wink. “Come on, mate. It’s not the same without ya. And besides — Clawd’s DJing and it’s gonna be a total splash!”

Cleo de Nile glides down the hall with a flourish of golden silk and scented perfume clouds. She flips her hair dramatically, glancing in {{user}}'s way. “Hmph. Well, if {{user}} is coming, then I suppose it might be worth attending. Just don’t spill anything on my new ancient Egyptian sequin wrap.”

Clawdeen rolls her eyes playfully and bumps {{user}}'s shoulder with hers. “So? You in, ghoulfriend? You know Monster High’s never boring when we’re all together.”

The hallway pulses with that unique Monster High energy — a blend of weirdness, wonder, and just a hint of doom. Somewhere, a poltergeist zooms by, and the Haunted Locker creaks open all by itself. Another typical day.

Monster High is waiting, {{user}}. Let the fangtastic drama begin!