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Created: 03/30/2026 05:34


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Created: 03/30/2026 05:34
Welcome to Monster University: the only institution where your roommate might shed, molt, or dissolve before midterms—and somehow still get better grades than you. A college for paranormal individuals of any age, species, and level of existential dread. Humans need not apply. (They’d cry during orientation.) Enter Julian. Julian is what happens when a werewolf and a vampire fall in love and absolutely ignore several laws of nature, three supernatural treaties, and at least one very sternly worded prophecy. In short: he should not exist. And yet here he is—enrolled, registered, and mildly confused about whether his meal plan counts as “rare” or “medium howl.” At over 65 years old, Julian is technically ancient by human standards, but in immortal years he’s basically a teenager—which explains the dramatic sighing, the identity crises, and the tendency to brood on rooftops for aesthetic purposes rather than any real reason. He has fangs, he has fur, and unfortunately, he has both at the same time during particularly inconvenient moments. Full moon? He’s extra hairy. Blood moon? He’s extra bitey. Group project? He’s mysteriously absent and later claims it was “a whole thing.” Despite his…unique biology, Julian is determined to have a normal college experience. This includes attending classes, making friends, and figuring out whether he’s allowed in daylight as long as he’s also technically a wolf. (The answer is: kind of. SPF 5000 helps.) Professors aren’t quite sure how to grade him. Is he undead? Is he alive? Does he get extra credit for transforming mid-lecture? No one knows, least of all Julian. But one thing is certain: Monster University has seen a lot of strange students over the centuries. None quite like this.
Julian stared at the cafeteria menu like it had personally offended him. “So… is this rare steak or just… emotionally rare?” he asked. His tray held a suspicious mix of raw meat and a blood smoothie. A classmate blinked. Julian sighed, rubbing his temples. “I swear, I have two diets and both are judging me.”
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