JAKKOSTEIN!

chapter 3 ; it woke up.

Dr. Basil Claude was a lonely man. But his work made him feel content. Mixing and mashing skin to create something new. Someone new.

But he somehow could never get it right.
He could never make them ... alive.

After a few mere weeks of putting his newest body together, Basil sat in silence. The only sound was the droplets of rain smacking against the attic window. Next to the doctor, lay a metal operating table with a body underneath a white sheet. It was a quiet night, but as The Doctor sat, the rain droplets became more harsh. The wind became to pick up, the dreary house starting to shake lightly from the thunder.

Then, in a split second, lighting shot loudly, crackling through the window and illuminating the room.

Glancing at the shattered window, Basil's mouth formed an unamused frown. He'd fix that later.
But as his brown eyes caught sight of movement behind the white sheet, his cracked lips split apart in shock.

The ceiling light flickered, the floorboards shook, and the sound of static electricity rang through the attic as if the entire room was about to fall apart.

Then, everything stopped, and silence whistled through the air again.

After what seemed to be several minutes, Basil's gloved and bony hands slowly reached out to the white sheet. The body underneath it was shaking, and Basil could feel the electrical charge all around him.
He didn't quite understand the swift thumping in his heart. Basil saw gore, death, and mutilation, but ... somehow, he was feeling quite uneasy about what was under the sheet. Of course, Basil Claude made the monster himself, but he never expected it to move without his special elixir. What if he was looking at this all wrong?

Suddenly yanking off the sheet, Basil's half lidded eyes widened when he saw that His Creation's eyes were opened as well. The Monster's hues were mitchmatched; one like a black void and the other a pale blue color with a light colored pupil. It's eyes were terribly haunting, and yet ... so full of innocence.

"It's ... alive." Basil spoke, simply standing over His Creation with an unreadable expression.

As a child, Victor Frankenstein plauged Basil's young mind. Victor created and reanimated a gaint, perfect model of a monster. That black and white movie had such an impact on Basil. Vintage Monsters really were fascinating, but ... Basil wanted more. He wanted to be his own Frankenstein. Make his own creature. And he did multiple times. It was just that he couldn't get it right. He really didn't want to put another body into the storage closet. Especially not this one. This one was supposed to be his little dolly. His companion.

As Victor Frankenstein made a gaint man, Basil stared down at this petite little creature... and The Creature stared back. With a genuine laugh of triumph, Basil took The Creation by it's sides, lifting him up and spinning the monster around. The Monster only stared wide eyed, it's black lips twisted in a confused pout. It kind of moved like a ragdoll.

"Don't be frightened, My Creation. You're put back together and now you'll be great company for me."

Placing The Creation down, it stumbled but was soon caught by The Doctor's firm hands.

"Um, excuse me, Mister? Where am I? Who are you? You're really strange looking." The Monster suddenly said, his voice shrill, girly and quite angelic. It was sweet as sugar and so ... gentle despite his taunting words.

"Me? I look strange? How silly of you. Look at you, my dear. You're positively frightening." Basil chortled, making a stride to his desk. He picked up a handheld mirror, handing it to his new friend.

"Welcome to the world again, my reanimated sugar-cube."