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Started January 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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(Bro it’s cool Scottish Edward Hyde supremacy hehehe)

(The Glass Scientists** failed me so I carve my own path and also say fuck you to everyone who doubted me.

** it’s a webcomic I particularly hate for the crimes of turning Jekyll and Hyde into basically a yaoi manga or some shit idk I just Do Not Like it and would not recommend reading.)

“London’s finest lover, not that it would matter to you but I thought I’d make the offer anyways, ye never know. Ow!” he shouted as his ear was flicked by Anna, but he seemed a bit more comfortable when she sat him down on the other side of the table. “You won’t speak that way to my brother-in-law. He already has one idiot running around he needs to reign in, he doesn’t need another. Now, name and occupation.”

“Edward feckin’ Hyde. And I’m Jekyll’s bloody associate alright? Never mind what for.” he said petulantly, he was trying to get a rise out of Anna and it seemed to be working.

“The murderer in the news? I was wondering if you’d get caught by London’s bumbling police force, but it seems we did the work for them. What’s one reason I have not to turn you in?” Anna said, “because I will turn you in if you give me a good enough reason too. They’re hardly effective people but I think in this case, it might be worth it.”

“Hold onto your panties, love, I’ve barely startedohgodnottheface-” the newcomer said as he curled up to avoid a straight up beating from Anna, one that would be well deserved given what he’d just said.

“I’ll give you one more chance to be civil, but if you aren’t I’m throwing you to the dogs next. You know what they feed those things? Neither do I, but they seem to have a hell of an appetite left over.” Anna said, releasing the man’s collar.

Hyde sank in the chair and shook his head. “I have no idea what yer gabbling about, but I can understand it’s a threat.” he said, looking up a bit more and giving a fuller view of his face. It was… clearly misshapen in some way, although you’d be hard-pressed to find it easily. He had clear blue eyes, they were almost beautiful but were offset by how rotten looking-and smelling, for that matter-Hyde was. “Listen, yer man Frankenstein, he’s not well. He’s in a detestable place, one not even Jekyll often visits but often forces me to. I do the work there he can’t, and at the end of the day he’s himself and I’m all the worse for it.” he shrugged. “Not that it matters. The place dinna have a name, but it does have a reputation, of people… staying, and going missing in the same. He hasn’t been passed around or some shite, he’s just been taken… there. For all I know, he’s alive, but he might not be in one piece.” he shrugged, a bit nonchalant.

“I’ve heard of the place before, sort of. I thought it was a weird rumor, but it makes sense Victor would be taken someplace ridiculous and presumably false.” she shrugged. “Alright. Take us there, and we’ll have no more business together, you’ll be free to live your life and I’ll be free to not have to spend a moment more around you. Understand?”

“Ah, haud yer weesht. I know you aren’t gonna let me go if you can afford to, and you can afford to. The only way I’m getting out of this is if I’m away from Jekyll’s whole city life, laboratory and all. I only just escaped him last time.” he spat, “and I am not going to risk him coming back on me. Either get me out of here or don’t, but know I won’t trust ye until ye do.” Hyde said, expression firm. Anna had nothing to say to this. Not really. There were so many unanswered questions in that statement, how could she ask them all?

Jekyll’s associate, a murderer? Robert looked to the ceiling and shook his head incredulously. Under different circumstances he would’ve loved to eat some of Maggie’s sandwiches while he watched Anna beat the shriveled raisin that Hyde was, but his words got him thinking. He hesitated to trust him, but he had to wonder why exactly Jekyll didn’t want him to listen to them anyway, if Hyde was who he meant. Was it because Hyde was not who he said he was, or because Jekyll wasn’t? Adding on to that, if Hyde wanted to get away from Jekyll’s life, why was he in it in the first place? Indeed, Robert had questions just as Anna had, and could voice them just as well.
He met Anna’s eyes and asked a silent question. He then turned to Hyde.
“If you want to get away from Jekyll, then just turn yourself in,” he muttered. Then he coughed. “I mean, perhaps we could help you…”

Meanwhile, Victor still had many unanswered questions, mostly as to why his two best friends still loved him when he’d destroyed them utterly. Secondly, Henry’s lungs had rotted out but he could still talk, what was that even? None of this seemed real, but he had to believe in it.

Henry pushed back a strand of hair from Victor’s face, curled up next to him in the small nook by the window. There was light forever here, Victor couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept but he didn’t need to here. The light was warm, kind, beautiful. Everything was clean here, perfect here. The Father had been right. This was a good place, a perfect place. Elizabeth was off doing rounds helping the sicker patients, the ones who wouldn’t believe, she’d been busying herself quite a bit lately. It was for the best, Victor didn’t know how to talk to her anyways. There was a new arrival here, apparently she was a real piece of work and Victor thought that some of Elizabeth’s gentle care would help in some way.

“I love you. You didn’t let me say it before I, you know, got murdered. But… I do, really.” Henry said, laying the half of his face still covered in skin on Victor’s chest. “You’re beautiful when you’re happy, I hated seeing you in pain. Now I know why. You can’t blame yourself for what happened though, your creation is nothing but a soulless monster and you were right to destroy him.” right, he’d told Henry that he’d killed the beast in the Arctic, and somehow the man had believed him.

“Right. Henry, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you… I don’t… I can’t…” Victor stumbled over his words, putting his book down. “It doesn’t matter, I was just being silly. I’ve forgotten it already.”

Mina stepped carefully, quietly as she could, keeping close to the walls of the corridor. She had managed to escape her room and the staff assigned to watch her and was now attempting a thorough exploration of the building. Everything was going to plan thus far, she just hoped her memory wouldn’t fail her so she could write it down later. Jonathan had a good memory, he would’ve been able to help.
Oh, Jonathan. She knew she needed to do this alone but god, how she missed him already.
She had hoped to find someone on the inside who could help her instead, but that so far had been fruitless. Either the other patients had been too sick, too brainwashed, too uninformed, or some combination of the three. And she didn’t think getting one of the staff on her side was going to work.
She heard the faint sound of voices up ahead. She slowed her pace, trying to be as quiet as possible, and edged toward the sounds. When she turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of the two men bathed in sunlight before ducking back behind the the wall again, just in case they noticed her. It seemed that they were having a private moment, but Mina couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
The smaller man, the one who wasn’t a hunk of rotten flesh, seemed familiar to her. Had the staff talked about him at some point? Maybe he could help. If she could find him alone…

Henry sat up and stretched, gave a few soft words to Victor, and slowly exited the room. He passed, but didn’t seem to notice, Mina, it was almost robotic how he moved, but Victor didn’t seem to notice, too engaged in the bliss of the thing to care. He’d lost everything and then gotten it all back, or at least the parts of it he was supposed to find important. Victor went to the bookshelf in the room and picked up a copy of Paradise Lost, something he’d always meant to read but never had had the time to. His creation had heartily recommended it to him in the Arctic, but… well, he didn’t really want to deal with that at the time. So now, he found his way back to the nook, almost blinded by how light it was here, and began to read. He felt alone, but also watched, and he hoped reading would take the edge off of things. It was safe here, right?

“Yer brother has a bit of spunk to him, I see. Listen, it isn’t as if you can usher me out in broad daylight. But tonight, I’ll get you into that place where yer Frankenstein is being hidden, if you promise to let me leave, find a place that’s safe enough to hide for a time. London is lovely, but I think I may visit me country, I’ve never been but I have such fond memories, if you understand me.” Hyde nodded, standing up. “Now, would ye like a proper drink? Jekyll always hides the good stuff but I’ve found his stash enough times before.”

Huh. It was as if her prayers had been answered. Mina stayed frozen in place as Henry passed, keeping her eyes on the floor. It was hard to deny that she found him to be extremely unnerving, and hearing him proclaim his love for one of the patients didn’t exactly help things. But it seemed like the two men had known each other before, back when Henry’s lungs and face had been intact. Still…
Once he was gone, Mina took a quick look of her surroundings, then carefully made her way into the room. She gazed fondly at the bookshelf. The woman she’d met earlier that day said she wasn’t allowed to have any books, in spite of her request. Glancing to see if the man had noticed her yet, she went over to the bookshelf for a quick look. Her finger traced the spines lined up until she grabbed a random title. La Morte d’Arthur: Book I. It looked interesting, so she hid it under her arm for later. Back to the matter at hand.
She turned back to the man. “Ahem.”

Robert sighed. He did not want to spend all day negotiating with a shriveled raisin, so he said, “Fine. We’ll let you leave. And no thank you, unless you have some tea.”

(Congratulations! Robert has slightly higher opinions of Hyde than anyone who has met the man ever.)

“Uh-bwuh-huh?” Victor startled, book flying out of his hands for his trouble. “Who are you?” he said then, grabbing the book and holding it out like it was a knife, then lowering it when he saw it was Mina. She wasn’t going to hurt him, even if she was a stranger to him. She was probably just a member of staff out of uniform, come to ask him some other questions. Well, he’d answered enough, and now Henry was gone and even if it was temporary it still felt bad. “Oh. You’re one of them, I assume? I know your, uh, your boss or leader or whatever knows that uniforms are less than comfortable for me to be around,” he said, tugging at Robert’s borrowed cravat, “but he doesn’t have to send you in at every hour of the day in plainclothes, it’s a bit obvious.” he said.

“The only tea he has around here is absolute shite, so unless ye want to go out and get some, you won’t be getting anything fancy from Jekyll, auld yin probably hasn’t kept any decent tea in his life since he was still in university. But I can understand not wanting to get drunk around me, you might drop your inhibitions and, well, I can understand that going wrong.” he chuckled. “It reminds me of a story me father told when we was young, but for the life of me I cannae remember the words of the thing. Ah well. Anyways, you’ll not want to get bored, so yer Anna can show you to Jekyll’s library, has some fairly fine tales but mostly medical books. Might do either of ye some good, ye dinna look too smart in the thinker.” he shrugged, settled in his seat.

(Ahahcdjnedjned)

“Well I figured that if you knew where the good drinks were, then you’d know where the good tea is,” Robert grunted. “And no, I just don’t drink in general.”
Upon hearing Hyde’s comment, he sputtered an indignant laugh. “I should say the same about you, sir!” He retorted. Turning to Anna, he said more quietly, “Perhaps we should at least go to the library to, ah, discuss in private?”

Mina put a hand to her mouth in a sarcastic attempt to hide her laugh. “Oh darling, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m not one of them, far from it. Let’s just say I’m one of you. I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“Hmm? No, I think I’ll wait for Henry and Elizabeth to get back, if you’re not a member of staff then you’re clearly insane. My wife and partner can deal with you.” he said, flipping through the pages of his book. “Hmm. You look healthy, any organs you aren’t using? Elizabeth would be happy to have them, I could properly reanimate her then.” he said, shrugging. “Victor Frankenstein, at your service. La Morte d’Arthur? I take it you’re a fan of Arthurian canon then. It’s mostly trash, I barely got halfway through it before putting the thing down. But some of the stories are okay, just not those. And your name?” he said, a little sleepily with a distant, distracted look on his face. He wondered how his creation thought of his bride, that was something he’d been considering for a while now. He hoped the wretch was happy, maybe then he’d fulfill on his promise to leave. The girl he’d found was drowned, and completely dead, but he fixed her up very nicely for his creation and left her for him to find. Hmm, was he perhaps being a bit too forward in his introducing of them? Maybe, maybe not.

Anna nodded. “It’s for the best, this way. Don’t worry about Hyde, he’s probably going to drink himself silly when he thinks we’re out of listening distance. I know the type.” she shrugged, and lead Robert to the library.

“Mina Harker.” She sighed. “I would really rather not discuss the use of my organs. And also, I’m not familiar with Arthurian canon, that’s why I picked it up. I heard that this book was reprinted for the first time just a few years ago, and I was curious. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t get into it. Anyway…”
Was he too brainwashed? Probably. Still, he knew Henry and Elizabeth, and was very close with them. He could be a wonderful source of information, if only she could persuade him.
She stared at him for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I suppose you can only assume that I’m insane… well, I can assure you that even if I was, it’s not like I’m going to ask you to help me find my dead sister or something. I just want to ask you some questions, if I may.”

“Let’s just hope he’s not out of it by the time evening falls, then,” Robert said, following Anna.

“Ask away, I may not answer anything but it’s always good to try.” Victor said, looking through Paradise Lost then putting it down. He hated poetry, honestly, it made no sense and was always far too flowery for him. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to give up a kidney?” he had lost it at this point, he wasn’t exactly brainwashed but he was coming very close to being.

Anna sat down in an armchair in the library, relaxing just the smallest bit now that Hyde was out of sight. “Let’s hope. Sit down, and tell me what’s bothering you. I may not be able to help, but I want to.”

Mina picked up Paradise Lost, skimmed through it, then tucked it under her arm with La Morte d’Arthur. She readjusted her glasses.
“Even if you could persuade me to give up a kidney, you know the way they extract it from the body is just dreadful. I’d rather not.”
Then she smiled at him. “Well, I should at least thank you for giving me your time, then. How…” she paused. It might be a bad question to start off with, but a start was all she needed right now. “How much would you say you know about the inner workings of this institution?”

For a moment, Robert paused to let his eyes sweep over the many shelves and books, then turned to Anna and sat in another armchair across from her. He tilted his head slightly.
“What’s bothering me? I mean, aside from Hyde, nothing, nothing at all. Why do you ask?”

“I know nothing, and I doubt they’d tell me. Personally, I’m happy with that, the less I know the better. I don’t need to understand the inner workings of this place to have my life back, thank you very much.” he said, shaking his head. “No, but I would like to at least know where I am, and why the sun never seems to set while I’m awake.” he shrugged. “I stayed up long hours beyond where sunset should fall, I’m not sure why it’s like this.”

“Oh. I thought you were just concerned about your little frozen friend, but I sense not, then? Well, Victor’s probably going to be okay without us for a few more hours, it shouldn’t be that bad.” Anna said softly, knowing it was a lie.