Have you ever wondered about your own existence?

Not in the sense of what does life mean, that was just worthless to Fell. Who cared what life was about, as if anyone had a meaning anyway. But in the way of how exactly he had been created.

No one knew how monsters and humans started to transform into weapons, and it always confused Fell. How come he was the only one in his family capable of becoming a weapon monster, while the others remained normal?

They were all dead to him anyway, screw them.

Large, untamed footsteps thundered the street, Fell's sharpened teeth gnawing at his phalanges. This was dumb, why would weapons have to attend a school? It would make more sense for some sort of military camp, but no, a stupid school.

It was obvious to everyone else on the street that Fell was late for his first day, having spent the night away from his dorm. Maybe it was on purpose, maybe it wasn't, but one thing was for sure, and it was that he was half an hour late.

Usually, Fell didn't care about crap like this, but this was different. As he sprinted down the street, his thoughts ran rampant in his mind like a wild boar, unable to be contained.

The whole point of going to this dumb school was to become stronger, but he couldn't very well be stronger half a mile from class. The building seemed to loom over the young skeleton, his black and red clothes fluttering from his speed and wind created from it.

Yeah, Fell understood the whole 'knowledge is power' saying, but he wasn't real good at school in general. The whole studying thing, along with remembering stuff he really didn't care about wasn't exactly his strong suit. As it wasn't anyone in his families strong suit, and he was with them on that.

The staircase presented itself to him when the skeleton turned a corner, it's threatening presence dooming in front of him. The bastard that created this school had decided to make the stairs extremely long and high to 'train' the students, a good tactic, but it really didn't help when people were trying to get places quickly. A few words were even exchanged with a few other weapons at his old school, and they had stated that they weren't going to attend just because of the stairs. Mentioning this to the creator of the school simply prompted a long and throughout response that required more patience than he had.

"Ah, f*ck me," Fell said, his red eyelights dancing across the one single path to his destination.

He wasn't going to make it.

One sore leg after another hauled him up the stairs, each one seeming to get him nowhere closer to his rapidly ending class. As if he could see into the future, Fell could already picture himself getting in trouble with the teachers, the images flashing between his imagination and memories. At least he wasn't the only student who decided to have some personal time before class, since there were a couple others trying to sprint up the stairs, one of them falling to their face in front of him.

"Pick up the pace, you don't wanna fall down to the bottom." Fell laughed as he passed them.

"Wow, what a nice guy," The human said sarcastically, rolling their eyes.

The conversation between him and their group ended there, his pace quicker than there's as he progressed ahead. This first day was already going great, in his opinion. He managed to snag another pack of cigarettes, see someone fall on their face, it was great. Just not the whole being late aspect, that he wasn't looking forward to.

Soon, the top was in his sights, and Fell almost sobbed with relief as he collapsed at the top of the stairs. It was his fifth time climbing those darn steps, and it wasn't any easier than the first time. The only reason he didn't full on complain about them was that they forced him to exercise, something he needed if he was ever planning on succeeding in life as a death scythe.

Fell fixed the nametag with the word 'weapon' on the front of it over his sternum, the cold metal brushing over his metacarpals as he moved down the hall. His dormmate was right, he should've just stayed inside of his room that night, but he had an invite to an old friends house he couldn't turn down. Of course, now he was paying for it, but that was alright. Fell was used to paying for his own ignorance, his grades could easily prove that.

When the halls were empty, it felt so different, not crowded and loud for once. It was a big school, but it had a lot of students to fill the large space.

There was only one time before that Fell could recall being here, and it was on his old school field trip about the weapons and meisters who trained here to make a weapon powerful enough to become a death scythe.

To become a death scythe itself was Fell's goal. To be able to call himself powerful enough to stand next to the Grim Reaper, able to preform in battle just as powerful as the other death scythes would make taking these dumb orders utterly worth it. Ever since he found out he was a weapon, his soul was set on becoming strong enough to be able to fight alongside the Grim Reaper herself.

He had actually met her before. She didn't seem any different from any other humans, with a polite greeting to him, she just seemed like a nice woman who happened to be wearing more darker clothes. But there wasn't no reason why she was the Grim Reaper, he heard about some of her strengths. The woman wasn't given the title for nothing, and maybe one day Fell could be strong enough to equal her strength in battle and prove people wrong.

But now, he had to focus on getting to class first.

A skeleton down the hall caught his eye, a first year student, just like him. Fell could tell because first year students had to wear tags if they were a weapon or a meister, and his could be seen over his clavicle bone. This student was a skeleton, just like him, with a shorter structure and a more innocent look to his face. The kid had noticed him too, unfortunately, and walked towards Fell before Fell could turn and walk away. He seemed to be lost, judging by the map in his hands.

"Hello there!" The skeleton stopped in front of him, respecting his space. "I seem to be a bit lost, can you direct me to the class where we're having orientation?"

"Orientation was yesterday, ya tweed," Fell said, picking his teeth, "Or do you mean Orthodox fighting?"

"Orthodox fighting, sorry," The male said, holding out his schedule with the map. "It just says Orthodox fighting class, it doesn't say where. And I don't even really know what that means, either."

"Ordinary fighting, it's the basics class with a big name just to confuse students." Of course Fell knew that, he was supposed to be there too and was confused what Orthodox had met before he had to ask someone. "Dude, we're both late, so shut yer yapper and let me not fail and get the boot."

Fell shoved the papers back into the others hands and hurried down the hall past him, leaving the confused skeleton standing alone in the hallway, not following him.

"Dude, I'm going to that class, follow me idiot," Fell said, turning around to look at him. "Yer wanna get the boot?"

"Oh, oh!" That finally seemed to make him realize he was supposed to follow Fell. "Yeah, I'm coming!"

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Oh boy, oh boy, here we go!

Okay, so if you didn't see in my CreepyPasta Book (I highly recommend you read it, Undertale x CreepyPasta crossover, one of my best), I have an uploading schedule which I plan to follow. Basically, every Wednesday and Saturday this will be uploaded. So you guys will get two uploads a good week when there's nothing stopping me, on those specific days.