JAKKOSTEIN!

chapter 6 ; a birthday party.

Aside from dreams of demonic deers and eating alphabet soup, Jakkostein's life had been rather boring.
After months of playing cat and mouse with Basil, Jakkostein eventually tired of escaping the laboratory. After all, what was so different between joining society and being a complete recluse? The corpse had plenty of things to keep it occupied now...

After countless hours of watching the same few movies, coloring pictures, and knitting sweaters, Jakkostein felt content.

Sure, sometimes he felt lonesome and restless, but then Basil would come into the lab, and The Creation and Creator would spend tender time together.
Basil really worked hard to keep Jakkostein's life as cushion-soft as possible. He understood that Jakko was curious about the world outside, but ... he couldn't take Jakkostein getting hurt. That and the fact he didn't want the outside world to know about his projects or his fascination with bringing the dead back to life. If word got out, he'd have to go into hiding again. But Basil Claude knew it was difficult on Jakko to be cooped up every day. He decided to give in a little.

Perched at the table where the two ate, Jakko picked at it's alphabet soup. He played around with the noodles like a crow picking at roadkill. Basil sat across from Jakko, and it was clear that Basil wanted to say something. He was a man of few words, but today, he finally decided to start off the conversation.

"Jakkostein." he began, clearing his dry throat. He adjusted his lab coat collar and directed his tired gaze at The Creature.

"Doctor." Jakko responded, his doe-eyes flickering to Basil to show attentiveness. Though listening, he still smacked when he ate his soup.

"It's your Birthday tomorrow, Jakkostein." Basil sighed, placing his gloved hands in his lap.

"Oh. How old will I be?"

"About twenty-two, dear. If my autopsy is correct... you'd be twenty-two. Would you like to celebrate?"

Jakkostein seemed to think about that. Basil suspected Jakko would say yes. After all, the corpse was a party animal when it came to having fun. But then Jakko answered,

"I don't know if I feel much like a party, Doctor."

Averting it's gaze back to it's soup, Jakkostein took another loud bite.

"Oh. I understand. Would you at least like your present early?" Basil questioned, motioning to a small pink box on the table. It had a ribbon and everything.

"You got me a present? Why? I'm dead." Jakko frowned, his hands playing with the bloody frills of his outfit.

"Jakkostein, will you open it or not?"

Slowly and hesitantly, Jakko reached over and grabbed the box with both hands. He began to shake the box.

"Jakkostein! Be gentle. Just ... open it."

Using his mouth to tear off the wrapping paper, Jakko stared at the object now resting in his dainty hands.

"See? Now you can contact your new friends."

"My... friends? I don't understand. I don't have any friends, Doctor." Jakkostein nearly looked hurt. Like this was some cruel joke. A trick! His eyes began to fill with mascara tears.

"Don't cry, my darling Creation. I didn't show you the second gift. Come with me, come hither."

With that, Basil Claude Frankenstein stood up and began to walk to the closet. Jakkostein reluctantly followed, the new gift in it's hands.

"I've been working on something, and I think it's finally time to show you. I'd hate for this to go wrong, so do EXACTLY what I tell you and don't go crazy. Every night while you're asleep, I work on this project. Just for you. Now ... be calm and don't panic."

Jakkostein listened but wasn't absorbing much. It had no idea what Basil was going on about, but ... it was intrigued.

"What am I supposed to do?" the dead jester asked, shuffling his feet.

"Well. As of right this moment, you're my assistant nurse. We're going to bring him to life."

Swinging the door open, a terribly large and brooding body fell out of the closet onto the floor with a LOUD thud and crack of his bones. Jakkostein shrieked and took several steps back.

"You want me to be friends with a dead person?" Jakko breathlessly gasped, covering his mouth.

"Jakkostein, you're a dead person...." Basil sighed in defeat, gesturing Jakko closer.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

Creeping towards the gaint body, Jakko kneeled down and gently poked his chest.

"Who is he?" Jakko asked as Basil Frankenstein hoisted up the body and painstakingly dragged him up on the operating table.

"He's your new friend." Basil answered after he caught his breath. "Just like I did with you, we're going to wake him up. Have you noticed the storm outside?"