Eight Years In The Making

The liquid was thick and viscous, a dull maroon bordering on purple that sloshed lazily when he swirled it. It bothered Tord slightly knowing that he still lacked so much knowledge on the serum and that after eight years the closest he was to figuring out what it came from was a theory that bordered on conspiracy, and a failed test run of it eight years ago. Perhaps this was his chance to change that.

Tord decides his robot can wait and directs his attention to his old project. His Frankenstein's monster.

(monster!Tom fic) canon divergence from events of the end, contains violence, gore, and swearing

10 chapter plan, updates every few months (hopefully)