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Started February 06, 2021 by Deleted user

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Justine wrinkled her nose. “I’m not his mother, I’m his nanny. But considering all he’s been through I might as well be the only one raising him.” She added the last sentence under his breath. More perturbed by the family than the creature—who, of course, she was still obviously angry with. She listened to the rest of his rant with pursed lips, arms crossed in front of herself for more self-comfort than anything else. “That’s just how children are. Inquisitive. And for one thing that’s something I can actually appreciate…what did Victor do to you, anyhow?”

“He let me live.” he said, looking forward to the road ahead of them, seeming very uncomfortable by the question but not to the point where he would become violent. “And he abandoned me without so much as giving me a name. That’s two things he’s done, the third would be having made me a hulking troglodyte unfit for the view of such a fair maiden as yourself.” there was nothing behind that last statement but shame, no sort of interest in Justine beyond what she could do to help him find Victor. However, his words could be easily misinterpreted to think something along those lines.

(Oh for sure! Welcome back!! :D Sorry this took so long for me to answer lol)

It seemed weird to Justine that the creature would be angry with Victor for letting him live. The two obviously had met before, and while she had a few clues as to what happened, it was still all too confusing for her to connect the dots. She swallowed nervously at his last statement, pressing herself against the door to put just a bit more space in between them. “I-I’m sorry about that, then. That sounds very hard for you.” In her fear she wished she could have made her words sound more genuine. In a way Justine supposed she did feel bad for whatever Victor did to this poor creature.

The creature sighed, and looked on to the winter sunset. “I was just… I was just a child. Just a child, in nothing but stolen skin and bone. And he decided I wasn’t worth keeping around, so he left me… why did he leave me!?” the creature roared, banging a goliath fist on the dashboard. “I was so perfect, until he decided I was ruinous! I was… I could have been beautiful. And I had so much love, and wonder in my heart, but he decided it was better if he merely broke it in two. I suppose I became the monster he wanted me to be…. I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear this. But I… I just… Victor hurt me, and I’m sure he’ll hurt you too if you let him. He’s a dangerous man, although I’ve never seen him in person a man skilled enough to cause such devastation must be truly fearsome indeed.” what the creature didn’t know was that Victor was a midget of a man, skinny as anything and quite oblivious to other people, with terrible vision only fixed by behemoths of glasses and a pretty certain iron and vitamin deficiency that kept him fairly weak and lethargic most days due to only eating cup ramen and drinking mostly alcohol. He was the definition of an idiot college student, and if the creature knew who Victor really was, he would likely snap him in an instant just by glaring at him.

Justine flinched at the sudden aggression, curling against the car door farther—if that was even possible. A vertical crease formed between her eyebrows while he talked. And then kept talking about what sounded like nonsense to her, at least without context. She had never imagined Victor as a dangerous man. Granted she only saw him once or twice in passing, but it was hardly believable that the scrawny student she met could be responsible for all of this man’s troubles, unless she went back to what he said about being a child. “I-I’m sorry—“ more disbelief than an apology—“are you his…son? Or nephew or something because you don’t exactly look it.” Either way the creature had made it obvious that he was in pain, and she did feel for him, as much sympathy as one could hold for one’s captor with a tragic tale.

“You have no idea.” he said, laughing bitterly and turning the car around a corner, the rickety old thing rattling even louder as he did so. “Listen to me. I’m about to tell you something you’ll never believe, but I’m going to have to trust you won’t call me a liar. If you do, I can’t help you. But… Victor. I suppose he must have been interested in the sciences relating to life and death for a while, judging by his journal. I’ve read the whole thing through. ‘Total failure’ he called me. As far as I know, I’m nothing more than the result of a few hundred cadavers strung together, although I have no idea how. But from what I’ve come to understand of his journal… Victor created me. Out of dead bodies. And then he brought the sum of those bodies to life, and that resulted in me.” the creature drove ahead, further refusing to explain himself, and the road gradually became smoother, after a few hours it began to fill with cars and people walking the streets. They were in the city now, and any questions Justine may have had were likely going to be ignored until they stopped. “We’re almost there. You would count as a relative to Victor, yes? Or something of that ilk. I’ll need you to help me visit him, since despite my… unusual status in relating to him would probably not qualify.”