Soul Eater x Male Oc
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 51m
  • Reads 4,831
  • Votes 97
  • Parts 11
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2017
What is love? What is friendship? And what is a nightmare? This is a story about a half weapon half mister who made friends with the students at the DWMA but one day this weapon mister hybrid vanishes from their world leaving his friends heartbroken...what happens when someone new joins their school? Someone they feel is familiar....a being called a nightmare. 

Who would have thought right? That I'd be standing in front of the people who I used to call friends that are now ready to kill me...heh it's a sad world one minute I'm Alec the weapon mister hybrid the next...I'm Night the nightmare...let's see how this plays out~
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?