hatred, disgust and anger were simply a few of the emotions felt by the people residing in the village as frankenstein’s monster stumbled through the cobbled streets. he had the emotional intelligence of a toddler, he thought he was making friends.

he was drawn to the beautiful fiery oranges and reds of the flames in the people’s lamps, but trying to touch it ended in him burning himself. the cry of pain he let out was seen as a threat by the townspeople. the poor thing was shunned away.

he ended up stumbling to your home, thinking maybe you’d be nice as he saw you sat outside petting a kitty cat.