Fanfic 01: Frankie's Fab

Chapter 1: How Many Days Has It Been Now?
Frankie woke up at 9:10 A.M on a beautiful Saturday morning. Suddenly, her iCoffin rings. "Hello?", Frankie answered. "My parents aren't letting me go to the prom with Clawd!", Draculaura sobbed. Frankie gasped, and dropped her iCoffin. "Hello, Frankie!?", Draculaura cried. "Uh, so sorry, but why don't you talk to your dad?", Frankie suggested. She can be clumsy since she's only been alive for 15 days, wait. Wait a minute. Or wait a second. How many months, days, or even years has she even lived now? Oh yeah! She's 16 days old, silly daughter of Frankenstein aka Victor. "Dad says that it's to dangerous to go outside of our houses and Monster High, so I have to be locked up, you know, in my coffin where normies can't get me", she sighed. Frankie, on the other line, sparked. "Wait? The what? What about them?", Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Dad saw the news that read MONSTER SIGHTINGS IN SALEM and it says normies saw our kinds", Draculaura says. "Well, good luck on your father. Gotta run", Frankie said goodbye to her GFF and hung up.

"It's alive!", Victor grinned as he saw his daughter, Frankie Stein, come downstairs to eat breakfast. "Worn and old, just like Viv", he added. Viveka, Frankie's mom, looked tired. "Hi dad, hi mom. Why are you so... tired? Didn't you charge your bolts last night?", Frankie asked, concerned. "We'll talk later", Viveka hugged her daughter. Frankie picked on her veggie sandwich and her eyeball soup, which is mainly normal liquid and with eyeballs floating around. "Don't play with your food, Frankie", her mother warned. Frankie imagined as if she was a casketball player, and the eyeballs were monsters who were also spectators of her game. Win, Frankie! Even her GFF, Clawdeen Wolf, wouldn't be caught human in a lowly casketball uniform. After that, the table was clean and dry (Thanks to Frankie!) and the dishes and plates were cleaned (Thanks to Frankie!). "Frankie, we need to have a talk", Victor said, in a serious, deep voice. "Am I in trouble?", she asked. "No, Frankie, you're not in trouble. We just need a talk", Viveka smiled. Her parents led Frankie into Frankie's room, also named it Frankie's Fab. They sat on her bed where she gets charged every night. "Frankie....from now on, you'll have to hide your seams, your hairstreaks, your stitches, and definately your mint skin!", her dad warned. "Why?", she asked. "The normies are coming, and they plan to catch every non-normie in Salem", Viveka sighed loudly as she picked up their family dog, Watzit, and put him on her lap. "We monsters decided it's best for all our kids to stay home", Victor said. "Hiding", Frankie huffed. "Frankie! This is serious", Viveka said.

(TBA)