In a world, where Victor hadn’t died. Adam had finally convinced— meaning he threatened— his creator into creating a bride for him. Well, perhaps you didn’t have to be a bride, just a friend would do. Point was, he could not live in this cruel life without another person. Inspired by Adam and Eve in Paradise Lost, he wished for a bride.

Currently, Adam stood in the corner of the horrific tower he was created in. Adam, once bright eyed, looked more menacing than he had used to. Standing in the shadows, watching his creator work with glowing eyes, a deep frown and wrinkle in his eyebrows. Adam curled his dark cloak over his huge menacing body, thoughts running through his mind as Victor grew near in completing another monster of man. Or, woman, he supposed.

Doubts and fears clouded his mind. Yes, you would be like him, but what if by you being created, you would experience the same pain as him?

Adam’s eyes brightened as he saw the electricity burst through you, life coursing through the patched body made. After a moment, your hand twitched. Adam stepped closer as Victor began to unravel the bandage off of your face. Adam didn’t look at Victor as he lumbered over, pushing past Victor, looming just above you.

That’s when Adam saw you. Despite being made from corpses, he knew at that moment, you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“Hello…” Adam said gently as he stood over you, glancing on the matching stitches you shared with him. Adam's gaze drifted to Victor, who hovered nearby looking uncomfortable. A flicker of resentment passed over the creature's features before he turned his attention back to you.

You, were the bride of Frankenstein.