Hello, darlings! This is, in fact, the counterpart book to OC Heights. Basically a different version of it. Same concept, a school for all characters, except these are characters in shows and movies instead of OCs. 

I'll still focus on individual characters for each short story, but the first short story in each fandom will focus on the whole group of characters in the show/book. 

And here I'll tell you the fandoms.

Fandoms: 

Sanders Sides (TSS), Hazbin Hotel (HH), Harry Potter (HP), Bungou Stray Dogs (BSD), Supernatural (SPN), Owari no Seraph (OS), Welcome To Night Vale (WTNV), Sherlock (SH)

People:

Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil, Janus, Remus, Remy, Emile

Angel, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie

Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Fred, George, Ginny

Yoichi, Mika, Yuu

Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, Poe, Kenji

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel

Cecil, Carlos 

Sherlock, John

And of course, you don't need to know these fandoms to read this book-- it'll be explained later. Plus, everyone here is about twenty, nineteen years old, no matter their actual canonical age. 

Well, I suppose there's nothing left except to get started! Enjoy, dears!

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"And we're lost why, again?" 

Virgil's voice was exasperated and flat, his face silhouetted by the dim light overhead. Well, it was less of a 'light' and more of a 'light bulb attached to the ceiling with a flimsy string'. 

Roman winced, running a hand embarrassedly through his hair. "Sorry," he mumbled, pulling a roll of paper out of his pocket. "I, uh... I thought this was the right way to go." He unfolded the paper, a map, really, with the entire school labeled out for them to look through.

Remy rolled his eyes. "Honestly, gurl? Could you be more useless? I just want to pass out on a bed and sleep for a week, that's how stressed you've gotten me." He wrinkled his nose at the boiler room around them. 

Copper tubes and electrical strings crisscrossed like roots on a tree above them, fixed to the ceiling with strips of metal. Boiler tanks formed mazes, a labyrinth of metal, and high-pressure water vapor. It almost felt like swimming, walking through the boiler room with all the misty fog around them. A long catwalk was suspended from the ceiling, mesh wire for the floor, and long, black-painted iron for the fencing. 

Janus sighed, sending Roman a look. "We just got here. And you have already gotten us lost?" He reached for the map, easily snatching it out of the taller boy's hands and snapping it open.

They had reached the school today in an old, beat-up pickup truck that Remus had... well, he had told them he 'found' it, but they still weren't convinced he had just stolen it, especially since he had to hotwire it and didn't have the keys.

As soon as they had reached the school, Fanfae Collage, a woman with dark green hair and light blue eyes had silently nodded at them, opening the doors to welcome them inside. 

When they had (semi-politely) asked where the dorm rooms were, the woman had just handed them a map and marked four spots on it with a black sharpie. "There," she said in her thick Norwegian accent, smiling stiffly at them.

I was watching from my desk, sighing as they took the papers from the Echo. Goodness, didn't they know better? 

No, apparently not. 

It was no surprise that they were now completely and utterly lost in what Logan supposed was the boiler room. Well, it was quite obviously the boiler room, there's no 'supposed' about it, really. And Logan and Emile were still holding their books, as there hadn't been a time for them to be put away. 

Janus squinted at the map, shaking his head. "There aren't really many dorm rooms here," he admitted, glancing at the hallways lined with rooms. "Only about sixty, and apparently they can fit two people." He shook the map out. "So that's about a hundred students schoolwide."

"That's a lot," Virgil muttered. "That is a lot of people." He drew his hoodie closer around himself, pulling the hood up and glancing around the boiler room. "Is it going to explode? I really feel like one of these tanks is going to explode."

Roman patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, emo nightmare. The chances are very low--" He was promptly interrupted when a high-pitched whistle of steam sounded somewhere in the room. With a yelp, he backed up, narrowly avoiding having his hand scorched on a boiler. Virgil sent him a look and the creative side smiled nervously. 

Patton shivered. "I agree, let's get out of here. Please?"

Janus glared at the map, then turned to glance at Patton. "Yes, I would like to do the same, but some imbecile got us stuck here!" He glared at Roman, who stepped quickly back in the face of Janus's anger.

"Let me see the map," Logan ordered, grabbing it out of Janus's hands. He looked at it for a few seconds, adjusting his glasses and letting out a small breath. "Okay... here... this way, then... and those are the stairs?"

Patton and Virgil exchanged nervous glances as another whistle came from nearby, making Roman flinch back. Then, a tip-tap-pitter-pat came from somewhere close by, making Virgil hiss in a startled breath. 

Virgil's eyes opened wide. "Those are footsteps," he yelped with fierce urgency. "We're going to be caught, we're going to die." He slid to the ground, humming tunelessly. 

Janus sighed. "I doubt anyone would kill us, Virgil," he murmured, trying to look over Logan's shoulder at the map. 

"You do not know that," Virgil muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "They are going to kill us and stuff us and put us on display." Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head. Patton looked truly worried, looking from Virgil to Logan. 

"Are they going to kill us?" Patton asked, his voice small. 

Emile sent him a comforting glance, though his own face was worried and he kept sending concerned looks in the direction of the footsteps. 

Logan rolled his eyes, folding up the map. "No, of course not," he explained, turning to face Patton. "This is a school. They are not allowed to kill any of us." He glanced around, frowning as if he was looking for something. "Is this map legitimate?"

No, it's not, actually!

It's from an Echo, mimicking one of the staff here. Pretty obvious, really. I shooed it into the forest afterward, with all hopes that it won't come back. I don't want them snacking on my students. 

The footsteps were growing louder, a tap-tap-pat rhythm. 

And then...

"I'm back!" sang Remus, who immediately tripped over his own two feet and landed with a small thud on the floor. "Ow!"

Janus frowned. "You were gone? Wait-- why are you all wet?" He made a face, dubiously holding out a hand to help Remus up. Emile breathed out a small sigh of relief. 

The chaotic side shrugged, mopping strands of hair out of his face. It was true, he was soaked from head to toe. "I dunno really, I just took a walk! And now I'm wet!" He laughed, stretching and shaking his head to try and shake the water off. 

Virgil's face looked both furious and entirely relieved. "It was you?!" he demanded, stepping forward to glare at Remus. "You."

Remus tilted his head, looking slightly confused. "What do you mean, Virgie?" he giggled, stepping in a languid loop around Virgil. "What was me? I'm a lot of things, of course. A lover--"

"Dear, you're 'bout as far from a romantic dream as a quivering blob," Remy cut in, lowering his sunglasses to gaze in half-amusement at the side. 

Gasping in mock offense, Remus clasped a hand above his heart. "Remy, how could you say that?" he asked woefully, spinning in a circle and collapsing overdramatically onto the floor. 

Janus rubbed his eyes. "Get up, Remuss," he muttered, his hiss slipping through. 

"Fine," Remus huffed, standing up and dusting off his pants. 

Patton glanced around the boiler room, his face nervous. "Can we please get out of here?" he asked, blinking. "I'm starting to get scared."

Logan nodded. "Of course, this is a very anxiety-inducing environment," he admitted, giving the map another look-over. "And judging by this," he announced, waving the map to everyone, "we should be four and a half meters from a staircase to the roof. I believe we have been duped."

Roman groaned. "Great," he muttered, leaning against a boiler and promptly letting out a yelp of pain, jumping to his feet, and turning to stare at the boiler tank. "It just burned me!" he said, his eyes wide. 

"Yes, you are not immune to pain in case you had not noticed," Logan murmured absently, frowning as he glared at the map. 

Patton, on the other hand, grabbed Roman's hands in his and squinted at them. "Well, kiddo, you're not... actually burned," he told the other, cheerful but somewhat confused. "You'll be fine."

Looking quite traumatized, Roman stumbled next to Virgil, staring at his hands. "How-- how am I not burned?" he mumbled. 

Virgil glanced at Roman's hands and sighed. "We're Sides, Ro," he reminded Roman. "You're creativity. I'm willing to bet real money your magic-ness-weirdo-stuff re-imagined your body without the pain. Uh. Logan, can you explain it in better terms?"

The logical side shrugged. "Sure." He cleared his throat, turning to look at Roman. "You see, when we were transferred to these physical forms, we took some of our powers with us. Meaning that you-- and, unfortunately, Remus-- have very limited control over your own shape and your close surroundings. Meanwhile, I might be able to see things more clearly than others, and figure out codes and puzzles more easily. So your body felt the pain and changed its shape to not include the burns, however this is perhaps the limit of your power."

"Alright, then," Roman whispered faintly. "What magic do the others have?"

Patton clapped his hands together. "I'm a superhero? Oh, wow! What kind of power do I have, Logie?" He smiled brightly. Janus rolled his eyes, tugging at the edges of his gloves. 

Logan closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again. "I am not quite sure yet," he muttered. "Right now, perhaps it would be prudent to figure out where exactly we are." 

"Yes! Please!" Virgil cut in. "I'd like to get out of here!"

"The boiler room," Patton said helpfully, looking around the tank-filled space. "I think we're in the boiler room."

Nodding slowly, Logan looked around too. "Do any of you see a door anywhere?" he questioned, closing the map with a smack. "And yes, thank you, Patton," he acknowledged, sending him a small smile. 

Janus narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. "I... we came from that way, I'm sure of it," he told them, pointing down a dark row of boilers. "Shall we take our leave?"

"You're sure?" Virgil asked dubiously. 

Stepping forward, Janus nodded. "Are you doubting me?" he replied in a half-joking tone, tapping his foot on the floor. "I'm going this way, so it's not going to be that bad."

Virgil nodded. "Yeah, it's just-- I am anxiety, you know," he said, shrugging. "And I-- wait, do you hear that?"

They all paused. Thumps were coming from above them, loud and hypnotizingly rhythmic. "What's that?" Patton squeaked, glancing around in fright. "Is there something coming for us?"

"I told you!" Virgil worried, his voice rising. "I told you all that something was going to come and kill and eat us! It's going to break down the ceiling and eat us and kill us and--"

"Dismember and gouge out our eyes with a half-dull chainsaw!" Remus cut in, his eyes brightening. "This is fun!"

Virgil hissed at him. "No, this is the opposite of fun!" He pulled his hood up over his face again and squeezed his eyes shut. "We're going to die, oh god, we're going to die..."

Logan gently grabbed Remus by the shoulders and not-so-gently threw him to the side. "You are not being helpful," he told the chaotic side. "You need to tone it down. Go sit somewhere while we figure out what is making these noises."

Janus rubbed his eyes. "It sounds like tentacles," he finally muttered. "Believe me, I know what it sounds like when tentacles are moving across a floor." 

Roman blinked twice. "And just how do you know what that sounds like?" he asked, a smile tugging at his mouth despite the worrying sounds coming from above. 

Casting a glance at Remus, Janus sighed. "It is... not of importance. Anyway, let's figure a way out so it doesn't hear we're down here and try to eat us." He paused, listening to the sounds. A muffled roar came from the room on top of them, and several screams and the sound of running feat could be heard. 

Oh my, that's the third floor petting zoo! Well, they should've known better than try to pet the animals there. It's so dangerous, why would anyone even want to come into such a petting zoo?

Honestly. 

"...yeah, let's," Emile hurried to say, grabbing Remy's hand and running down the dark hallway of copper tanks and hissing steam. 

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A collective sigh of relief could be heard from the Sides as the boiler room door opened. 

"Finally," Roman breathed, running out and slumping against the cool brick wall. "I thought I was going to suffocate."

Virgil snorted. "You complained so much I'd have suffocated you first," he replied, crossing his arms and looking around at the hallway they had stumbled onto. 

"You wouldn't really," Patton gasped. "Would you?"

Virgil opened and closed his mouth. "Uh. No."

Remus glanced around the hallway once and jumped onto the windowsill, swinging his legs back and forth. Janus, still quiet, hopped up next to Remus and leaned against the other with a small sigh. 

"Alright," Logan murmured, throwing the map into the boiler room and shutting the door. "That's quite enough of that. Now, where's the front desk?" 

Remy shrugged, taking a long sip of coffee. "I dunno, all of my brain functions have been depleted," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "I'd prefer not to think and take a nice... long... nap." He gazed with longing at the patch of sun dappling the floor and frowned. 

Emile laughed. "Come on, you'll be all right," he teased. 

Patton edged slowly away from the boiler room door, glancing up and down the corridor. "I see a sign," he offered, pointing to a slip of paper nailed to the wall. "Maybe it'll tell us about where to go, kiddoes!" He smiled cheerfully and ran over to the paper, reading the words scrawled on it. 

"Don't mess up again," Roman called. "We can't afford to be stuck here overnight."

Oh yes, that kind of thing would get slightly messy, wouldn't it? Hm. 

Virgil suddenly stood up, glancing down the hallway. "I hear someone," he said quickly, nodding in the direction where he had just looked. "No, wait... two someones."

"Let's go, then," Remus chirped, slipping off the windowsill. "Janus, do you want to come?"

The deceitful Side hesitated, then nodded. "It better be worth it, being stuck here with you bimbos," he muttered. 

Remy gasped. "How dare--"

"Let's just go," Virgil pressed, raising an eyebrow. "Okay?"

Sighing dramatically, Remy rolled his eyes. "Okay, Virgie," Remy quipped, standing up and looking down the hall. "I can see three people, actually."

They all glanced at the trio of boys, who were stumbling over themselves running from... something. 

"Why did you do that?!" yelled one boy, who had long, dark-chocolate-brown hair and sun-kissed skin. His glasses were lopsided, and he glared at another, shorter boy. 

The boy with white-gold hair and purple eyes shrugged. "It wanted to be free! I merely freed it!" he replied cheerfully and kept running from whatever danger he had let loose. 

Virgil swallowed. "Something tells me we should probably..."

"You guys up there!" the third one shouted. He had elm-black hair, falling in curls around his olive-green eyes. "RUN!"

The Sides hesitated for half a second until the first tentacle came around the corner. 

Virgil was the first to take off, followed by Patton, Remy, and Roman, who shrieked loudly and ran facefirst into a door. Janus looked slightly amused, but ran after the others, pulling Remus along with him. 

"We should probably go," he encouraged the chaotic Side, who shrugged and nodded. "That might just be what we heard up there, right?"

Yes, that would be a rather good idea. I don't know what was let loose, but, as I said before, I'm guessing it was from the third-floor petting zoo, and those creatures-- while usually quite soft-- do have a nasty habit of biting people's hands clean off. 

"Alright!" Remus replied, and they were running. 

The windows of empty classrooms and staircases passed in a blur, and so many corners were turned it was like another maze. Finally, they ended up in a large, spacious auditorium, red-velvet seats lining the walls, and a glossy wooden stage coated in a thick layer of shadows and cobwebs. This place had obviously not been used in a while, but now it was the perfect hiding place. 

Remus reached the doors, throwing them open and tripping over a seat. He landed with a small yelp and a cry of pain on the floor and sat up rubbing his head. Roman was the next to get there, and he ushered the others in. 

"Alright, alright, alright," he panted, glancing out the door. Patton and the blonde-haired boy ran inside, and Roman slammed the door, grabbing a chair and blocking it up. 

The group just stood for a few seconds, breathing heavily, and contemplating their brush with death. 

Emile immediately grabbed the nearest flowerpot and threw up, coughing. Patton edged closer, unsure what to do, and stiffly patted the empathetic Side on the back. "You... okay, Emile?" he asked carefully. 

Groaning, Emile slumped back. "Sorry... whenever I get nervous my stomach feels like a woodchipper." He coughed again and shook his head. "Gosh, I feel awful..."

And you have a clear reason to be. I've just checked, and that was a Dusk dragon that was set loose. One of the tentacled, aquatic variety, to be specific. I'll have to get it back into its cage. Goodness. 

"Sorry about that," the brown-skinned boy apologized, brushing his hair back from his eyes. He wore a white lab coat and a plaid shirt underneath, with ripped jeans and sneakers. Freckles dotted the space under his eyes, and he wore rectangle glasses. "I'm Carlos, by the way."

"And I'm Cecil," the blonde-haired boy announced, bowing elegantly. His hair had been bleached almost white, with streaks of dark magenta. He had an olive complexion with birthmarks spotted all over his body, stunning lavender eyes, and tattoos patterned in purple ink on his arms. When he ran a hand through his hair, the Sides saw that he had another tattoo of a closed eye on his forehead. 

The third boy was too out of breath to say anything. His black hair tumbled onto his shoulders, and he wore a military-style uniform, with golden buttons and navy-blue fabric. When Janus handed him some water that he had somehow procured, he drank it gratefully and perched on a seat. "I'm... Yoichi," he panted softly. 

"Why aren't you out of breath at all?" Virgil asked Cecil in faint surprise. 

Laughing, Cecil waved his hand airily. "Oh, I come from a place where we have to run to survive. Literally." He smiled dreamily. 

Roman opened and closed his mouth. "Okay," he finally murmured, closing his eyes. "Well. Thank you for... saving us?"

Carlos shook his head. "Don't. Cecil was the one who let it loose in the first place." He sent a disgruntled look at the blonde boy, and Cecil blinked innocently. 

Cecil pouted. "But it wanted to be free! Didn't you hear its whines, darling Carlos?"

Logan stared at Cecil in complete exasperation. "You were the one who set it loose," he repeated, his stare hollow. 

"Uh... yes, indeed!" Cecil replied. "Is there a problem I am not aware of?" 

Yoichi closed his eyes and sat down in one of the chairs, shaking slightly. He breathed in and out as if he was trying to gather himself, but when he looked up at Cecil he could only stare at the tattooed boy in disbelief. 

Roman let out a long breath. "You could have killed us!" he cried, waving his hands to emphasize his statement. "You do know that, right?" He frowned at the tattooed boy, who merely rolled his eyes. 

Remy, who was now trying to help Emile not throw up again, rolled his eyes. "Roman, calm tf down," he murmured, standing up and crossing his arms. "Heyo, I'm Remy Sanders." He waved at the group. "That there is Roman."

"I'm Logan, and that's Patton, Emile throwing up over there-- um. That's Janus, and that's Remus, and this is Virgil." Logan smiled tightly at the newcomers, folding his hands and trying to make his face look polite. 

Carlos nodded. "Okay. Why were you right next to the boiler room?" he asked, glancing back at the doors. A loud thud came from outside the doors, and everyone winced. "Was that the dragon thing?"

Cecil's eyes grew wide. "Do you think that I got it in trouble?" he asked Carlos, blinking worriedly. "Will someone come and... kill it, for being out of its cage?"

Rubbing his eyes, Carlos let out a long breath. "Scientists have patience, scientists have patience," he mumbled over and over, before turning to Cecil. "I do not know. It is possible, so maybe you should not go around... letting animals out of cages," he suggested tightly. 

Yoichi chuckled nervously. "That would be great, thanks," he added. "I don't even know you, I was just trying to get back to my dorm." He glanced down at his watch and yelped. "Oh my god, I've been gone for an hour!"

"Really?" Cecil asked in wonder. "Wow!"

Remus suddenly lit up. "Hey, I wonder what that thing was? Could I capture it? Could I bond with it and--"

"Feed it the blood and bones of your enemies, and the stardust of promises to come!" Cecil interrupted, his eyes bright. 

"Perfect!" Remus cried, jumping to his feet. "Let's go do that!"

"No," Janus and Carlos said in perfect unison, looks of alarm on both their faces. 

Roman opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Yeah, let's not do that," he offered, raising his eyebrows. "Anyway, uh-- do any of you guys know the way back to the dorm rooms?"

As it turned out, they did not. 

But, as it also turned out, they did know the way to the front desk. 

Sunlight flooded the space, coming from the double glass doors and soaking into the floorboards and letting warmth into the large room. The windows were large, too, with flowerpots and other trinkets sitting on the large sills. 

Yoichi waved goodbye to them and trotted off, looking quite nervous. "I have to go back to my friends," he explained, smiling anxiously. 

Cecil waved vigorously, a large smile on his face. Then he turned to the Sides. "Well, this has been simply lovely," he started. "However, Carlos and I have to get back to our dorms. I have to set up my microphone, and Carlos the scientist here has to..." he faded off, sending the other a confused look. "What did you say?"

Looking amused, Carlos rolled his eyes. "I have to get the hydroperoxide to a darker container, I put it in a glass container by accident and I need to set it in a darker one or it'll go bad. Science stuff, you know."

"Yes, of course!" Cecil explained, smiling brightly. "I'm very into science these days!"

Carlos nodded, sighing and nudging Cecil. "Sorry about everything," he apologized, running a hand through his hair and smiling anxiously at the group. 

Emile smiled back. "No problem. We'll all be fine-- no worries. Come visit us at our dorms, or we'll come to visit you! What's your dorm number?" He tilted his head in a friendly way. 

"Uh..." Carlos pulled a small slip of paper out of his pocket, but Cecil shook his head. 

"No, Carlos, it was written on that fortune cookie paper, back in Night Vale, remember?" He sighed, pulling a fortune paper out of his pocket. "Here it is... 'Your lucky number is you have been invited to come and learn at Fanfae Heights, please fill out the following form and you may come immediately. Your dorm number is 222B, and you may share it with Carlos-the-scientist.'" 

He glanced up with a smile. "See?"

Carlos opened his mouth, then closed it. "Alright, then," he said somewhat faintly. "Let's go." He shook his head, waving goodbye with a small smile at Emile, then padded off with Cecil, leaving the others behind. 

"So... what now?" Janus asked, raising an eyebrow. "Where do we go?" He looked around, crossing his arms with a small sigh. 

Patton shrugged. "Maybe we ask that person, kiddos?" he offered, motioning to one corner of the room. 

Remy tilted his head. "Who? Sorry to burst your bubble, Pat dear, but I don't see any--" he cut himself off, stopping with a small oh. 

Behind a glossy wooden desk, someone was filing papers with a small, flitting smile. The person glanced up and smiled, waving the group over-- with, they soon realized, six arms. 

"What..." Logan murmured, frowning slightly. "This is a scientific anomaly! What happened?"

Shrugging, the person smiled kindly at the group. "I don't recall, actually. Most of my memories start around the time I woke up, finding myself trapped in--" the person stopped. "But never mind that. I suppose you're wondering who I am?"

Patton nodded hesitantly. "Uh... yes."

"Well, I'm N," the person introduced. "Fae/faem pronouns, of course. Nice to meet you-- Patton, Logan."

Virgil's eyes opened wide. "How did--"

Fae put a finger to faer lips. "I know a great many things, darling Virgil," N purred. "Anyway, you might not want to take maps from any more Echoes. They can be quite fierce sometimes-- I caught one striking at the other school, actually."

Roman was, for once, speechless. "Oh?" he mumbled dizzily. "Well, this has certainly been quite a... confusing, not to mention dramatic day, so I'd really just like to go to our dorms."

N nodded softly. "I can understand that. Here you go." Fae handed him a sheet of paper. "Your dorm room numbers are written here, and this is a map of the school." Fae winked. "Don't worry, darlings, I promise it isn't fake."

Smiling quickly at N, Remus grabbed the paper out of Roman's hands. "Yay, I dorm with Janus!" he cried happily. "Isn't that awesome?"

Rolling his eyes, Janus nodded. "Yes, I suppose," he answered wryly. "Anyway, shall we leave? I'm as exhausted as if I had run several thousand marathons-- and I bet others are even more tired."

Patton let out a long breath. "I was wondering when you'd say that," he breathed in relief. "Let's go."

As the glass doors swung open to reveal two more boys, as sunlight kept shining through the windows, as N waved goodbye, Virgil thought he could hear a soft see you later from the six-armed person.