JAKKOSTEIN!

chapter 4; life and death in the home.

Nearly screaming it's head off, The Creation threw the mirror at the floor, the glass shattering and spreading around the dusty attic floorboards.
This caused Claude to flinch, but he soon had to grab His Monster's shoulders to keep it from thrashing it's stitches off.

"Why am I ugly? I thought I had lots of beauty sleep! Now I'm covered in stitches, and I'm so ... dirty. What happened to me? I used to be pretty!"

One would think waking up in a suspicious attic with a man who resembled Edgar Allen Poe and finding yourself held together by stitches ... may be someone's breaking point but not for The Creation.
He was so scared of his appearance that ...

The Monster began to cough. He then expelled a massive amount of dirty fountain water from his mouth. A whole flood gushed out on the floor. Once it got it's bearings, it was quite a shock to see a koi fish and a few coins in the puddle. The fish was still flopping around... The Monster must've swallowed it when it was screaming underwater.

"You must've drowned before you died." Basil sighed, his attention going from the floppy fish to the bewildered corpse.

"Oh. I wasn't drowned. That's not how I died. But he did try to drown me... a day after I died." Jakkostein shrugged.

"Oh my. But I still think you're beautiful, My Creation. Very creepy... cute. Like a doll. Please don't say you're ugly. I worked very hard on your appearance."

Thinking about Basil's previous statement, Jakko let out a confused sigh, but no air came out. He did remember getting drowned. Screaming and having brown and bloody water fill his lungs. Thrashing around and being held firmly by hands that were supposed to care for him. Not break his bones for simple mistakes.

"He really did kill me, huh? I knew he would eventually, but I didn't expect it so soon..." The Monster shivered, his tired eyes locking on Basil's rugged face.

"My memory is a bit foggy..." The Creature spoke.

"That's probably due to the lack of oxygen that was in your brain. Your memory should return with treatment." Basil nodded to confirm.

"I remember... he told me I'd die alone, but now I'm dead, and I'm not alone. Now you're by my side for some reason, and you're so weird." The Monster pulled his lips to the side in thought.

"I am rather weird. But what else do you remember, My Creation? Think." The Doctor gave a stern but unassuming expression.

With a lump in it's throat, The Creation swallowed before answering,

"Well, I remember my name was Jakko. I was a jester, and I loved to eat cupcakes until I got extremely sick..."

Claude's grim features seemed to soften as he considered The Creation's words.

"Jakko The Jester ... what an extraordinary name. However, I'm going to call you Jakkostein." Basil gave a wide grin, holding out his hand for the boy.
Now, he had a name, a gender and a sense of identity. No longer just 'The Creation.'

"And what's your name?" Jakkostein asked, his sparkly lips finally growing that signature smile of his.

"You may call me Dr. Basil Frankenstein. I'm your caretaker now, and I'll do my damn best to keep you happy, healthy, and pristine while you live here. For you're going to spend much time here."

With a click of his tongue, he loomed over Jakkostein with a welcoming but kind of stiff smile.
Jakko hesitantly placed his much smaller hand in Basil's, feeling a strange type of security.

"Now, get some rest, and I'll make you some food. The one thing I ask; Don't Leave The Attic."

And with that, Basil shut the large door, and Jakko could hear it lock. He didn't know what he got himself into, but ... he was looking forward to eating. As he perched himself back up on the operating table, Jakko closed his eyes and put the white sheet over him for some type of warmth.

The fish had finally stopped flopping and now lay dead and dormant on the floor.