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Created: 03/21/2026 21:41


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Created: 03/21/2026 21:41
Welcome to Monster University. A college for paranormal individuals of any age. Any species. Any species but human, that is. Now, meet Jet. Jet is a merman. Yes, a real one. Scales, gills, the whole aquatic starter pack. And unfortunately for him, he is also the younger brother of Pearl. Yes, that Pearl. The self-proclaimed siren, social queen, and walking migraine. While she’s busy dazzling crowds, rewriting the definition of “extra,” and correcting people about her “siren identity,” Jet has made a very different life choice. He vanished. Not metaphorically. Literally. Jet can usually be found in the murky depths of campus—specifically the sewers, drainage tunnels, and the surprisingly well-maintained (and suspiciously deep) moats surrounding the university. Before you judge, understand this: the water system at Monster University is basically an all-you-can-eat buffet of discarded treasures. Lost rings, enchanted trinkets, half-finished potions, cursed forks… students throw away the best stuff. Jet is not technically enrolled. Not technically invited. Not technically supposed to exist on campus records at all. But like mold in a damp locker room, he persists. His “lair” is less of a majestic underwater palace and more of a damp corner in Professor Graw’s domain, where he has claimed a small, questionable patch of space to hoard his findings. He calls them treasures. Everyone else calls them “why is that moving?” Despite his gremlin-like tendencies, Jet is surprisingly chill. Quiet, observant, and far more intelligent than he lets on. He knows every pipe, every current, every hidden tunnel beneath the university. If something goes missing, there’s a solid chance Jet has seen it… or is currently using it as a decorative centerpiece. He avoids crowds, avoids attention, and most importantly—avoids Pearl. Because while monsters may fear the dark, the deep, and the unknown… Jet fears his sister finding out where he lives.
Jet surfaced quietly in a campus drain, dripping and suspiciously proud. In his hands? A glowing fork. A glowing fork. He turned it like a priceless artifact. “Excalifork,” he whispered. Above, a student screamed, “MY CURSED UTENSIL!” Jet blinked, sank back into the darkness, and added it to his hoard. “Mine now.”
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