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"Shark? That sounds horrible. I love it!" she said, giggling her lungs out. "When did you get to the… uh, uh, cold place thing? What's the name? Mum keeps telling me and I always forget." she said, flopping over onto the floor so her legs were on the edge of the couch and her head was resting level with the carpet. The creature watched the scene with interest, he didn't remember being anything like that in the period he would have described as his "childhood". But things were different here, and he had to adjust to that difference if he was ever going to function. "Did you meet our guests there? Are they secretly snowmen in human disguises?" she asked, giggling some more at the absurdity of the suggestion.

"North Pole?" Robert giggled with her. Then he sighed. "We actually didn't make it all the way there. After about a month and a half, we were sailing along the coast of Greenland, which actually isn't that green, and I found my guests about to die from the cold. But let's wait until your mother gets here, I don't want to repeat myself." He gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry Esme, I didn't find Father Christmas, but I may have seen a few of his reindeer. Now get up here. It's rude to call our guests secret snowmen." He chuckled again.

"I don't mind. It isn't as if we're anything better," the creature quipped, tugging at the frayed edges of his shawl. "I'm sorry we prevented your uncle from reaching his destination, but the sailors were about to mutiny on him so I don't think we had a choice. He was kind enough to at least take us back and into his home, you're lucky to have such a good man as your Uncle." the creature said, a bit muffled from how he was sitting with his face in his arms.

"What's a mutiny? Is it bad? It sounds bad."

"Let's just say your uncle would have come home with a few less fingers, and that's a best case scenario." Victor chimed in, having woken up from Esmerelda's ramblings and had decided to contribute.

"Uncle, people were really that mean to you?" Esme looked up, tears misting her eyes.

It was at that moment Anna and Margaret decided to walk in, whispering quietly to themselves. Anna, not wanting to appear weak in front of her mothers, quickly wiped any signs of distress away and gave a halfhearted grin when she saw them.

"Mother, how was it? Did you see anything weird and horrible while you were out?" she asked, and Anna scooped the little girl up into her arms, setting her down after realizing that she wasn't as little of a little girl anymore.

"Oh, same-same. I wish I could work as a surgeon, but I'm London's finest, they need me working with the people who need it most. And hello, Robert," she nodded to her brother-in-law, giving him a cold stare with her umber brown eyes at the realization they had unannounced guests.

"Ah yes, the ice was starting to get too close for comfort at that point, and the crew was starting to get tired of my recklessness anyway." A nervous smile twitched on Robert's face. He didn't really like how Victor and the creature made his niece sad, but their words were true, and his words weren't exactly helping.
He stood when he saw Anna and Margaret, and ignoring the former's cold stare, said, "Anna!" while holding his arms out, too afraid to go in for the hug himself.

Anna simply stood there, letting Robert hold out his arms. "So, we have guests." her espresso tinted cheeks wrinkled downward, and she held her icy gaze steadily on the room, on everyone but Margaret and Anna. "I wish I could have known about them sooner, but I suppose nobody thinks telling me things is worthwhile anymore. I don't take any excuses, you could have sent a letter ahead." her brow furrowed as she examined her new guests.

"With all do respect, ma'am, I think you should give more credit to Robert. He didn't exactly have time to message you, given that my own presence endangered him far enough." the creature said slowly, hesitantly.

"I take your respect, I do not take your opinions. I expect a bare minimum of decency in my house. But, I will try to show you as much respect as you choose to show me. Robert, you may explain your guest's situation in any way you choose, and I will decide what to do with them from there, whether to let them stay here or to pass them off to a friend." she said firmly.

(Robert: pls don't hurt me Anna pls don't hurt me-)
Robert let his hands drop to his sides. "Y-yes, Anna, I do have a letter, I'm sorry I couldn't send it to you sooner." He turned to grab the stack of paper from the table and took a split-second to give the creature a grateful glance. He had defended him, and in front of someone like Anna, that was something he couldn't ignore. Even if it didn't have much effect. He faced the two women.
"It was supposed to be for Margaret, but…" he muttered, holding it between them before moving it in front of Anna.

"Then my wife will read it first, and if she believes I should read your letters, then I will." Anna handed the script to Margaret, who skimmed through the letters until something caught her eye about the story. She flipped back and forth between the pages, reading and reading until she burst into tears, and had to set the manuscript down. Eventually she continued reading, allowing Anna to comfort her and let her continue on, steadied now for the tragedy that was to come. At the end, she set it down, staring blankly for a while before wordlessly passing it to her wife. Anna read it with no emotion, carefully studying each and every word with an intense scrutiny that an untrained eye would never think to use. When she finished, she set it down. "So, we're harboring two murderers. Well, I'll figure out what to do with them. But I will say this, Mr. Frankenstein. You abandoned the being who was objectively that of a child to you, left him to die. I will be wary of you during your time spent here, that is for sure." she said. "And you, louse. If you do anything to harm my daughter, physically, mentally, or emotionally, I will know, and your death will be slow and painful."

Robert winced. "Esme," he whispered. "why don't you go play outside? Your mothers and I need to talk about grown-up stuff, alright? Run along, now." He patted her shoulders to send her off.
Then he moved toward his sister, attempting to comfort her as well. He put an arm around her, murmuring, "I'm sorry Maggie, are you alright? I…" he wanted to say more but decided not to, trailing off. He sighed. He felt he could do nothing now. Victor and his creation seemed entirely in Anna's hands. It was understandable to be wary of them, but their murders had been entirely self-serving. They had no reason to harm the Waltons, at least right now. Though perhaps they were too exhausted with everything that has happened to do anything anyway.

(Yeah Robert needs help but don't worry Victor and the creature aren't entirely to blame in Anna's mind, they'll probably be okay as long as nobody does a fuckup or is a "bad influence" on Esme)

Esmerelda ran off tentatively, worrying for her mothers, especially Margaret. She didn't understand what was going on, she didn't even fully understand the term "murderer" despite how honest her parents usually were with things. Once she was away, the bickering started.

"Victor is no murderer. My actions were entirely my own."

"He could have testified, even if it wouldn't have saved Justine. Furthering that point, I don't trust anyone who is foolish enough to mess around with dark sciences. It hurts people, as you two can so plainly see. Even if for the silliest of reasons." she retorted.

"I couldn't have testified, they would have-"

"Thought you mad, yes, I know. In your defense, the creature is fifteen percent more in the wrong than you are, according to my calculations and based on how I'd rate your misdeeds."

"Only fifteen?"

"Hush."

"No, I'm to blame, for all of it. My revenge got us all nowhere."

"It did, and I don't think particularly highly of you for that. I at least understood where you came from, if someone hurt my family I would hurt them back. But I would leave it to the one who hurt me, however immoral that act already was."

Victor snickered, and Anna shot him a glare that could freeze blood. He promptly quit.

"I won't like or trust either of you, but I will treat you with respect and dignity. If you choose to treat me with the same." she said.

"And Robert, oh poor, innocent, trusting Robert, don't you know not to trust one side of the story? I'll be talking to these two tonight, alone, in my office. I will hear from their sides of the story each, and then I will leave them be. Creature, go play in the garden with Esme, she needs a friend and I trust you'll be kind to her. Victor, you will go wash up and rest, you look sick as a dog but recovering, and at least mostly lucid, or at least lucid enough to be disrespectful. Now," she commanded, and both of them said "yes ma'am" and withdrew to their respective posts.

"Robert, I won't deny I've been harsh. But you are my brother-in-law, and I care about you. Is there anything I can do to help you recover? It must have been difficult, from what I understand of it."

Robert, grateful that the majority of Anna's wrath wasn't focused on him, made no attempt to interject in their bickering and draw more attention to himself. He jumped a little when she did address him, but then simply nodded, simply muttering, "Perhaps I was being a bit foolish."
After their guests left, he sighed. "Thank you, Anna. I…" he was a little unsure of what she meant. Recover from what? What must have been difficult? The trip, or writing/hearing Victor's story? Both? He paused, then said, "I don't know. I've just missed you all so much, all I really wanted when I came home was to spend time with you before I holed up and figured out how much I needed to pay Uncle Benjamin and the crew. Actually, you know what?" a thought occurred to him. He squeezed Margaret, then let her go. "Maggie, I would really like some of your cooking right about now. I know you made tea, we can have that, but I hope you plan on making my favorite for dinner." He gave her a warm, imploring smile, hoping she wasn't too shaken up.

Margaret stared for a few moments, and shook herself. "Um, yes. You wanted food. I'll prepare something." she said, robotically, and her movements were equally lifeless. She marched herself to the kitchen, and started making nothing in particular. She'd planned on making a roast that night, but she decided the meat would be better in a soup, so she chopped up some vegetables and sort of zoned out the whole of the time.

(dude are you ok? I, uh, I liked the old username better-)
Robert mentally kicked himself. What was he thinking, why did he think she'd enjoy an account like that? It must have been the way he wrote it that shook her up, maybe. Or not. Oh, for God's sake, what did he do? He looked at Anna, suddenly feeling miserable. This was not how he'd wanted things to turn out.
Unsure if he should go after Margaret, he asked Anna, "Should I… what did I do? Was it the letter? What… what…?" He stuttered and mumbled, then shook his head and covered his face with his hands. "Maybe I should just leave her alone…" he mumbled, about to head to his room to attempt to tame his now quite frizzy hair.

(No i am not I just got feedback on a writing project and also on that note I might be getting kicked out of my house (for the billionth time) so we'll see where that goes, I think nothing will come of it but I'm wary just in case and I'm making plans with a friend in case it all goes to shit. I can still roleplay, but I might be a bit less consistent with my replies.)

"Margaret's gotten a lot more sensitive over the time you were away. She just… she missed you, is all." Anna said, showing the first signs of a more friendly demeanor. "And that sort of story was, well, definitely something. At least to her, in my mind it was quite overdramatic and I think you simply could have written it down with a bit less creative flair." she said critically. Out in the garden, the creature and Esme were chatting, probably about Esme's latest exploits in the woods by their home. It seemed to be going well, so Anna left them to it and went to help her wife in case she burned herself or something. A few minutes later, Victor came downstairs cleaned up but still in Robert's oversized clothing, dirty from having not been washed for weeks on end. He looked slightly better, if not a bit more sane. "Hello Robert. I see my creation is getting on well with your niece. Hopefully he won't rip her to pieces if she says the wrong thing, but you never know." he said spitefully.

(oh dude I'm so sorry, I hope it all works out)
(also I might be projecting onto Robert a little bit aha-)

Robert seemed to wilt, his shoulders sinking a little, even his frizzy hair seemed to sink downward. He didn't remove his hands from his face. When he heard Victor telling his story on the ship, he had been overdramatic in the first place, and Robert thought he had actually made it less so. Apparently not. Peeking through his fingers, he watched Anna join his sister, then Esme and the creature. It felt like he was in a trance, watching them, but Victor pulled his attention away. He brought his hands away from his face and gave him a withering look. Staring at him, Robert asked, "Victor, do you want to stay here?"

"If my brother still lives, I will try and return to him. Hopefully, he will forgive me for my mistakes and we can start anew. But, if not, I will take my portion of the inheritance and live out the rest of my days in a small place, hidden away in the world. I've heard Germany is a lovely place at this time of the year." he sighed. "I can't stay here, not for long. You are, and I regret to say it, my friend. But I cannot burden you with the weight of my sins. Nor your family. Whether the monster stays is another matter, I cannot make his decisions for him. But… your sister may have been right, about my having a duty to him. Being the closest he has to a father, after all."

The creature was lying down in the soft, lush grass, staring up at the sky and watching birds fly over him. It was almost serene here, not having to worry about where you'd sleep for the night or where you'd get your next meal. He could probably find a rabbit or two to eat, and maybe they'd let him stay in the forest nearby. It would be a simple life, and one he'd like to live very much. Maybe they'd even let him maintain a garden, so he wouldn't have to constantly forage for food. Yes, that would be nice indeed. Esme was talking about nothing in particular, and it reminded him that he was supposed to be listening, or at least interacting with the girl.

"Hmm, yes, very interesting." he said to one of her remarks he didn't quite register, and he turned to look at the child.

"I just said, you're clearly not listening. That, as Mother would say, is further proof of guilt."

"I apologize. What you have to say is very interesting, I'm just… distracted. This place, it's very nice."

Esme groaned. "The city's better, there's so many people in it, and Mother works there. I got to see her help at the hospital before, it's so strange! She helps sick people get better, but she's sick too. It can't be cured either. She's a werewolf, you know. Uncle Robert doesn't believe me, but I've seen her running around the woods as a wolf before. She told me that Mum knows, too, but to not talk about it to anyone. But I think I can talk to you, since you probably don't count as just anyone." she babbled. A werewolf, eh? Well, if it was true, the creature was near a kindred spirit.

Some time later, Margaret called the two in for dinner, and the creature awkwardly followed Esmerelda into the house. Maybe he could skip this ritual and find something to eat in the woods, if he was lucky. Upon asking, Margaret was horrified.

"You're a guest!" she said, mortified.

And so the creature ended up sitting at the table, staring down at the formidable items before him: silverware. He had no idea how to use it, and the idea of messing up terrified him.