Leaning to Love - Twoton x Markus (DnD)

Learning to Love - Chapter 1 - Origins

The life of a Frankenstein is certainly one of tragedy. Being created by the parts of multiple deceased persons and given life by the will of the person who created the creature is not the ideal way to start one's existence. A Frakensteins creator could be anybody from a kind doctor wanting to have an assistant to help him around his workshop or the cruelest of dictators, creating armies of undead soldiers for their war against the world of the living. In the case of one Twoton Stein he found himself being placed as a general for one such army, led by a maniacal mad scientist elf known only as "The Hag." The Hag had created Twoton to be an eight-foot hulking beast of a Frankenstein to lead her armies, choosing the finest parts to ensure that her alpha Frankenstein was a success. Because of her frantic and insane construction process Twoton was given not only the parts found a male body but also that of a female, meaning Twoton was built as a hermaphrodite, being able to not only give life but create life should the desire ever come. After years of blind servitude Twoton came to realize being The Hags personal destroyer was not in his best interest and he abhorred the cruelty of his creator. Twoton ran away from his creator one night as a storm raged on, panic fueling his every step as he ran further and further away from the monster who created him. As he ran he heard the cries of a newborn and discovered a small catfolk girl, bundled up by a tree and left to die in the middle of the woods. Twoton, knowing what would happen if he left the child there, decided to take her with him wherever he ended up. Once he had found a place to set up a tent after the rain had died down he decided to check on the little catfolk girl, noting that she had a bit of trouble breathing but apart from that she was as normal as any child could be, her cream-colored fur contrasting with the brown patches of fur and her small brown tuft of hair. Twoton also noticed a small piece of parchment next to her blanket wrappings and examined it, noting the word "Ra" written on it and looking back at the child. "Ra...Twoton will name you Ra" Twoton said softly, his speech pattern in a third person due to being made more as a fighter and not as a thinker.

Over the next seven years Twoton took care of Ra as she grew up to be a spunky but loving little catfolk girl. This experience was good for Twoton since it taught him how to care for another and taught him the trials and tribulations of single parenthood. Twoton made many mistakes on his journey through parenthood but found that taking care of Ra gave his life new meaning and as such made sure that no matter how hard things got and no matter the strain it put on him that his adopted daughter came first and foremost in his life. During this time, while wandering through the fields with Ra, Twoton noticed in the distance the shuffling of a familiar species of undead and panic started to settle in. Acting quickly, he snatched up Ra and ran for the woods as quickly as he could, the undead giving chase. "Whats going on Dad?!" Ra asked as she clang tightly onto his black trench coat and peeking up over his shoulder to see the shambling undead forces approaching them at surprisingly high speed. "We running from bad guys Ra! Twoton not want them to hurt you!" Twoton says between breathes as he runs past the trees of the forest. Twoton continues to run with Ra attached to his arm only for them to be blocked off by the rocks of a mountain, turning back to see the army slowly moving in on the two of them. While Twoton was strong he was too afraid to face the undead hoards for they were sent by the very person who created him and that fear of her and her forces caused him to freeze up. Twoton and Ra prepared for the worst until a bright flash of light blinded them, forcing them to shut their eyes. While blinded they could hear another voice grunting and the screams of the undead, each body thumping hard onto the floor until their groans finally stopped. "The monsters that ailed you are now gone. You may open your eyes" said a calm, gentlemanly voice as Twoton and Ra both opened their eyes to see the undead hoards dead behind a dapperly dressed gentlemen wearing a dark purple jacket and light purple vest with matching dark purple trousers, a white button-down shirt matched with a light purple bowtie. Interestingly, the man also wore a black top hat with a purple trim and a pair of black lensed goggles but shined the two his kindest smile. "Who...who are you?" Twoton said to him as his eyes adjusted to see the figure before him, Ra looking at him with big curious blue eyes. "Ah yes, forgive me for my rudeness. Doctor George Miller is my name and wacky inventions is my game. It's nice to meet you Mr. Stein, or shall I call you Twoton?" George says with an enthusiastic tone as he extends a hand to Twoton. "How do you know my dad mister?" Ra says as she hops off of Twoton and goes over to him, standing in front of him and looking up at him, a small frown etched on her face. "Ahh you must be his daughter Ra. Its very nice to meet you both. I can assure you that my reasons for knowing you both are not sinister in nature. If you could follow me I can explain myself more thoroughly" George says with a bow as he looks down at Ra and then back at Twoton. "How Twoton know he can trust goggled man?" Twoton says as he raises an eyebrow of concern and looks at George. "If I had any intentions of causing either of you harm I would not have stepped in to help you. Is that not proof enough?" George replies as he moves softly past Ra and approaches Twoton, raises a brow back at him and smirking. "Goggled man makes good point. Twoton just being cautious" Twoton replies as he lets out a sigh. "Its quite alright. The circumstances are odd to say the least. Follow me, and please call me Miller" George says as he backs away and starts to walk past the bodies of the dead toward the east. "Should we trust him dad?" Ra says as she climbs onto Twotons shoulder and looks at him. "Twoton think we give gogg-...Miller a chance. Miller did save us. It least we can do" Twoton says as he then follows after George.

What followed this brief exchange was George leading Twoton and Ra to his wagon and explaining to Twoton that he had heard rumors about a Frankenstein that broke free of his chains of servitude and was now living his own life. Hearing such a story inspired him to try and find said creature and fate would conspire to arrange their meeting. George told Twoton that he kept tabs on Twoton and Ra since he had no reason to interfere in their lives but since the hag decided to send an army of the damned after them that he was left with no other alternative. Twoton was admittedly upset to discover that he was watched but thankful George kept such a close eye on them all that time. Twoton told George that should he be nearby that he should visit Twoton and Ra and that they would do their best to take care of him. George said it wouldn't be necessary to be cared for but still accepted the Frankenstein's friendly offer. During the seven years Twoton and Ra explored George had observed them for three and grew to be a dear friend to them in the four that followed. One incident would change the tides of Twotons life in a way not even he would have expected.