forum “you’re dead.” (another Frankenstein thing) (o/o) (I am baiting the gothlit nerds out there, come hither)

Started April 01, 2021 by Deleted user

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The creature looks up at the thing with fear, which was well deserved seeing how the thing had attacked them and yelled at them earlier. They had done nothing wrong, yet they were the one being attacked. They let out soft noises as their body was moved around, hissing out in pain when their shoulder was touched and nearly yanking out of the touch. But when they realized they weren't being hurt, they looked up at the thing now talking once again. If anything they were more confused now. First the thing in front of them had yelled and attacked them. But now the thing was helping them? It was odd, but at least the pain had… somewhat ceased. They were tired and it was apparent, their heavy body slowly going lax. Their chest rose and fell evenly, so it was clear that the creature wasn't dead. That was good at least.

Victor covered the creature in more blankets and shifted the pillow as best he could under their enormous head. He’d had to find a large skull and that hadn’t been easy, he’d reassembled and disassembled and reassembled the thing a few thousand times before getting it to work. “I shan’t have you dying on me, not tonight. I put far too much work into you for that.” he said, taking the last blanket from where they’d previously been set and covering himself in it, resting his head on his arm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Tiny. Ha, I think I like that, Tiny. I guess that’s what I’ll call you, until…” Victor yawned, “until we find you a proper name.” he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, settling in to sleep.

The creature tilted its head… Tiny? Is that what the creature was being called now? Tiny paused at the feeling of more of those things falling over them… was oddly calming. The warmth was calming. The creature, or rather Tiny, glanced at the thing in front of them before mimicking their movements of falling asleep. It was nice, falling asleep. It gave their mind a break from the chaos that had ensued since they first woke up. They didn't have the slightest clue what was happening at the moment, but at least they were getting a break. The world went black and it felt… peaceful. It was the most peace they had felt since waking up.

Victor fell asleep similarly, and awoke to a rising sun. He got up, patted his creation on the head, and went to set them up some breakfast. His creation was probably starving from the turmoil of last night, and he hoped he could alleviate that. Victor had never been the best of cooks, but he could certainly make things work in a pinch and prepare something reasonably palatable. He cooked up some eggs and set them on slices of day-old rolls, then took them to the creature for him and them to consume. “G’morning, Tiny, how’d you like something to eat then?” he asked, setting one plate down for his creation and starting to dig into the other.

Tiny had slept like a rock, which was probably their body trying to recover from the events of yesterday. They grunt softly when they felt something pat their head and their eyes slowly open. They sit up slowly, trying to gather their bearings. A faint hiss of pain left their lips as they moved their shoulder. Their stomach grumbled at the sight and smell of food. They haven't eaten since they had… well. Would it be called birth? No. That didn't seem right. They glance at the food and tilt their head before glancing at the thing and seeing how it ate the food before digging into the food as well. It was good, and it was warm. They liked it which was good.

“Wow, you really were starving. Hmm, I should take into account your height, do you think you’re still hungry? I can make more, I just don’t want you eating me out of house and home, ha.” he said, looking down at them, then coming to sit down at their level. “I don’t know if you can understand me, but I think that maybe, we can make this work out. I’ll have to teach you language of course, but you seem pretty intelligent so it shouldn’t be too hard.” Victor started to ramble, a bit aimlessly, about plans he had for them, what they might be able to do, how they’d have to stay here while he went into town and got some supplies and then upon realizing, making a few futile gestures to attempt to convey the message.

His food was getting cold, almost completely ignored as he went on, occasionally taking a stray bite or two, but for the most part just leaving it. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes, language. You probably don’t understand a bit of this, which is okay, but I was thinking that once I’m back I can start on lessons with you. That will at least make you able to ask for things, which will be good. Wow, you’re probably in a lot of pain, I should get some sort of drug to fix that. Yeah, that would be good. Uh, stay right here, if you can move, otherwise don’t move too much as you might tear the stitching.” he said, giving them a frenzied glance.

He left the flat and locked the doors behind him, not wanting Tiny to get out only to be attacked by villagers with no sense of sympathy for the wretch. He was probably the only one who cared about his creation being honest, they probably would be unrecognizable to anyone even if he used about the same parts for the face. Nobody would care, so Victor had to. Oh, damn, he had classes today… and he’d been skipping them for weeks to work on his creation. And he’d probably have to skip more to get back to his monster. Oh, well.

He’d get what he needed and once he was sure that Tiny could fare well on their own, he would get right back to school. It couldn’t take that long. Right? He shook his head, puffed up in determination, and began to walk briskly and penguinlike towards the shops. Once he had all that he needed, an ordeal as he’d had to overexplain to everyone why he was covered in blood and even that was mostly lies (“ah, I’m a medical student and we were doing an examination of the human body for university classes I’m definitely still attending, yes, sir, definitely not locked up in my house doing things to spite God, who would ever think that? Certainly not you, mister butcher.”). Once he got back, though, he relaxed somewhat, opening the door and carrying in with him the large amount of things he had bundled up specially for his creation.

“Tiny, I’m home! Tiny?” he asked, looking around wildly for any sign of his creation.

Tiny seemed a bit hungry, although now that their energy had been restored they were more curious about their surroundings. They were still hungry, but their curiosity seemed to override that hunger for a more known curiosity for the things surrounding them. They tilt their head a little at the thing talking to them, trying to make sense for what was happening. They followed the words of the thing speaking, a little confused but trying their hardest to understand. Though, they seemed to catch on pretty quickly with what the thing in front of them was saying. Tiny sat and tried to make sense of what the thing was saying, but other than that the thing seemed to be going somewhere.

For the most part, Tiny simply sat in their little spot as they waited patiently for the thing to come back. However, at some point they slowly started to stand and tried to figure out how to walk. Their body was strong, they knew that much at least. And by watching the thing walk back and forth as well as watch them scurry around the house Tiny had somewhat picked up on movement. While trying to get used to movement, they leaned against the wall or attempted to walk on their own. It was picked up fairly quickly since the thing that had… created them… made their body in proportion and strong. The key was just to figure out how to work. Luckily they were a fast learner…

By the time that the thing had returned, Tiny was sitting contentedly in the center of the living room. Their eyes were wandering the walls, their forehead semi bruised since they had managed to smack their head on the doorframe once or twice. They look up when the thing entered the house calling for them. They tilt their head slightly and slowly stand, still somewhat getting used to movement.

“Oh, wow, you’re tall. And you moved! But you’re tall. Much taller than I’d expected, this will make clothing difficult. Here, take my robe, it should fall long enough on you for some proper covering and I’ll see if I can’t get some fabrics to sew a nicer something for you.” he said, throwing a fine silk robe towards the creature. “Oh, let me help you put it on, you don’t know how clothes work.” he realized, taking the robe back and attempting to maneuver the creature’s strong, bulky arms through the sleeves that, while normally very loose on Victor, fit a bit snugly on the hulking beast before him. He managed to get it on, though, and tied the robe closed so that it hung just a few inches over the knees. Approximately eight feet was an understatement, he probably added a good few inches and just forgot to measure them. “Look at you, you could almost pass for a person now! Not really, but I like to dream.” he said, then turned around. “I was out a good few hours, let’s see about lunch since it’s getting about time to make it!” he said, taking out some groceries and setting them out on the table. “I got us some lovely butter for the rolls, very fresh. And I think that you’ll like apples, I picked a few of those out for you too.” he said, laying those out as well. “Don’t eat the core though. That’s bad.”

Victor busied himself in preparing lunch, hands a whirlwind as always as he gestured towards the creature, pointed at things and connected words to them. “Apples.” he held a few up, then removed all but one. “Apple. It’s the plural that gets people. Here, let me show you… knife!” he held the sharp, gleaming thing to their face, waving it about a little before setting it back down. “To cut apple with!”

Tiny tilted their head at the other in confusion, their eyes scanning the smaller thing. Now that Tiny could walk and move and stand, they realized just how small the thing in front of them was. They allowed the thing to place the cloth around their body, now becoming confused. Was there something wrong with their body? They look at the material and shrug before perking at the mention of food. Is that what they called the thing earlier. At the mention of apple, Tiny took one into their hand and tilted their head curiously. It was so… Small… It fit in their large hands fairly easily. Their paused and imitated shakily what the thing had said. "Apple." Their voice was low, it resonated everywhere. It was powerful. "Tiny…" They pointed to themselves. They seemed to be catching on very quickly, which was good at least. They point to the knife. "Knife?" They slowly settle down on the ground again and look at the apple before putting it back on the counter and watched the thing work curiously. There was a lot of movement from what Tiny could see.

“You’ve got it! Oh, you and I are going to get along perfectly.” Victor said, jumping and flapping his hands about as he took the apple and cut it up into slices. He stuck one in his mouth, then handed the creature the rest. He chewed, then swallowed, the apple. “Well, I might as well introduce myself. Victor. Viiiic-toooooor.” he pointed to himself, wiggling a little in excitement as he waited for his creation to catch on. “That’s my name. And well, Tiny is a better name than not for now, but I’ll have you pick one you like more later on.” he chuckled maniacally.

Tiny seemed pleased by the good mood the other was in, watching as the other sliced at the apples. It was interesting, taking in everything that surrounded them. It… was nice to say the least. They tilt their head slightly and nods at Victor's words. "Victor." They repeat back slowly, testing out the word slowly. A name. They took the apple and munched on it quietly as Victor worked on food for them before looking around. Everything seemed so small compared to them. It was slightly scary, but they tried to make sense of it. Their shoulder still hurt and they gave a small grunt of discomfort when they occasionally moved their shoulder the wrong way. Their stomach rumbled quietly even after they had finished their food.

“Hmm. Still hungry?” Victor asked, tilting his head. “No need to worry, I’ve got the perfect thing for you. Here, try this.” he handed the creature a slice of some sort of salted, dried meat, probably beef but you couldn’t be certain with Victor. “I got it from the butcher down the way, it’s probably okay to eat. And you can have more, if you like it. These have gotten me through university better than just plain bread and barley stew have ever done.” he shrugged, nonchalant, pressing the morsel to their hand.

Tiny took the food and sniffed it curiously before taking a bite of it. They seemed pleased by the flavor, eating the meat eagerly. Their eyes flicker over to Victor as he talked, taking in every word the other said and trying to piece them together and understand what Victor was saying. The meat was gone very quickly and Tiny licked at their fingers and looked up at Victor eagerly for more food. They were very pleased with the new tastes, sights, smells, and sights. "Victor." They said the others name again, testing it on their tongue a few times, seeming pleased when it became easier to say it.

“Ha! It knows my name! I must record this moment, I’ll have made history and I want people to know how I did it, every step of the way!” he giggled wildly, shoving a few morsels of meat into Tiny’s hands and running off to get his journal. He found it and began to write, walking back to his creation as he wrote, handwriting sloppy and near illegible for anyone but him, and people who were really good at understanding bad handwriting. “Hmm, happy belated birthday, then. Sorry I didn’t give you good wishes the first time, I was a little shocked then.” he shrugged.

(No worries!)

They tilt their head slightly as they watch the other go before glancing at the meat shoved into their hands. Tiny eats happily, after all the meat tasted good. They glanced up when Victor came back, tilting their head a little. They finished their meat and glanced at the book that Victor was writing in and made a small noise of curiosity. They wanted to know, to understand. The world was so interesting and Tiny was curious. Their eyes flicker over to what was on the paper but they didn't understand any of it. It just looked like scribbles and random lines.

“Uh, writing? I’m writing? Is that what you want to know about?” he said, tearing out a page of the notebook he’d repurposed as a journal. He wrote, very carefully, in large letters, the word TINY. “Tiny, your name, see? You’re quite a curious thing, much like I when I was young. I would study any language I could get my hands on, if only just to learn. Henry pushed me to stand up to my father so I could study here, he said I could do perfectly well at home but I wanted to experience the real world. Too bad he couldn’t stand up to his own father to attend with me. Wow, it’s really nice talking to someone who doesn’t give a damn what you’re saying, very refreshing.” Victor chuckled.

(Should we like, timeskip to a point where Tiny knows at least a few more words? And possibly to the point where they have to run away and isolate themselves, even, but I might want to do a few scenes before that.)