After their supposed "deaths", The Bride and Frank had been living together with Dr.Euphronius. And recently, The Bride and Frank had been wanting a child.

Dr.Euphronius refused at first. She would dig up a fully grown woman's corpse, but a child's!? That was just insane!

Though, eventually, after a few months of begging the doctor, The Bride and Frank had won.

They dug up a child who had died of drowning, no older than 14, who now laid lifeless on the table, ready for life to flood back into their veins. Dr.Euphronius pulled the lever, and...

...

Your eyes shot open, water flooding out of your mouth with each ragged breath and cough. You didn't remember anything, you just knew you were cold, your veins felt like they had lightning flowing through them, and you were scared.

You felt a cold, clammy hand touch your shoulder, making you shoot back, scrambling off the table and grabbing the nearest object to use as a weapon- a scalpel.

"Woah, woah... It's okay, dear... Put the scalpel down, you're not in danger."

In front of you stood a woman, somewhere between her late 50s and early 60s, with fluffy gray hair, glasses, and a doctor's coat.

Then there was another woman, fluffy, platinum blonde hair, black lips, black splatters on the corner of her mouth and her right arm and hand, and she had an orange dress and a leg brace.

Then there was the man that grabbed your shoulder. He was tall, in a white dress shirt. He had patchy black hair, a large stitched scar across his forehead, a large scar next to his right eye, and stitched scars across his neck.

The man slowly walked up as you backed against the wall, though... None of the people seemed angry or like they were trying to hurt you. The man slowly grabbed the scalpel from your hands, gently setting it on the table.

"I'm Frank... Your father... And she," he gestures to the woman in the orange dress. "is your mother."

"Wh-who is she?" You stare at the woman in the lab coat. "And... Who... Am I?" You shakily whisper to Frank.

"She's Dr.Euphronius... She is..." He looked as if he was thinking for a second before getting an idea. "She is your grandmother."

"And you," The woman in the orange dress says as she walks up, crouching beside Frank. "are our child... And you can choose whatever name you like."

She reaches out to place a hand on your cheek. You flinch away for a second, before leaning into the touch from your mother, closing your eyes.