Victor Frankenstein | Parody
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Now /that/ sounds like her.
But /who/ is that?
She can not remember!

For such a brilliant man, he is utterly maddening!
She is still her.

He thinks.

He is not sure how that bit works.
She is still her.

He thinks.

He is not sure how that bit works.
But she doesn't remember!

It is driving her mad.

How can he love a dead woman walking?
Because she is loved.

That is /why/ he did what he did.
Because she is loved.

That is /why/ he did what he did.
She is repulsed by what she is, nd what he did to bring her here.

It is

Unnatural.

How can she be comforted?
He is here to help her and to comfort her. If she lets him.
He is here to help her and to comfort her. If she lets him.
Where she has nothing but a void.

And terror.
And he has memories of the life they had as well as the life they planned.
And he has memories of the life they had as well as the life they planned.
She cant remember any of this.

He has rewritten her life for her.

For himself.
He’s her husband.

Or would have been.

Should have been.
Fantastic. Thanks, Margo.

Now he’s going to throw everything that makes a noise at the walls.
He’s her husband.

Or would have been.

Should have been.
He is not a god.
And he believes she deserves a second one.
And he believes she deserves a second one.
She already had her chance at life.
~ “I know. Margo explains this better.”

But he’s trying.
“It is a work in progress.”

As is the creation sitting across from him.

Victor grabs one of the many tools lying about and begins tinkering.

“The bread goes on here. Little springs eject the bread when it is done. Maybe that was what made it look like it was attacking.”

He glances up. ~
And why is that?
Therein lies the problem.

Every breath she takes is not hers.
A question asked by anyone who has ever breathed.

So she can start there: one who breathed.
“It does not have emotions. It cannot like or dislike.”

Sometimes, he wonders if that might be said of him.

Victor gestures for Adam to follow him to sit at the table.
What did he expect? That his creation would awaken knowing everything a grown man would know?

Perhaps.

“Would you like me to show you how it works?”
A question asked by anyone who has ever breathed.

So she can start there: one who breathed.
She does not even know what she /is/.
He is beginning to think he is not worthy of love.
Victor pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It cannot attack you. I did not make it that way.”

Then again, Adam didn’t turn out like he anticipated either.
He is beginning to think he is not worthy of love.
Perhaps he will let her be her own creation.

Perhaps she may learn to love him...

One day.
"Only мonѕтerѕ play God."

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~ #Frankenstein #GothicRP
~ MV / Selectively MS
“It makes food,” he replies, well-aware that his tone has an edge of frustration in it.

He told himself he would be more patient with . . . him.

“Bread. It warms bread. What did you think it was doing?”
Victor blinks.

It seems his latest invention hadn’t survived his latest . . . invention.

The man signs.

“What happened?”
And people wonder why he has a few screws loose . . .
Can’t argue with that, he supposes.

Carry on.

He will be . . . somewhere else.
Well… no. That would entirely defeat the object of the screeching.
Can he screech more quietly?

He had a long night.