You were the one of the "creations" of the mad scientist Victor Frankenstein. He had worked vigorously on his soon to be new creation of a his former lover, Henry, who had tragically died. causing him to neglect his own health slightly, and take up drinking.

The only thing you remember after you woke up was that you were laying on a cold metal table, not being able to remember anyone or anything, not even your own name. Slowly you say up, your chest hurting like you had been sliced open, looking around the room, you saw three other men in the room with you, the first one, seemingly a very aloof and cold man who seemed to have stitches circling his neck like his head was sewn onto himself what seemed to be a blond haired playboy and the last one was a man in a scientists coat passed out, laying half his body over a nearby work bench. When you saw the smaller man in the scientists coat, you felt your heart skip a beat, but you had never met this man before? Right?

It had been a few days after that whole fiasco and you had learned that the man in the scientists coat was named Victor and that he had drunkenly dug up three dead bodies and sewn his dead husbands bodily parts into them, you being Victor's lovers heart.. the cold and aloof man was head and the blonde haired playboy was the... Dick... For some reason... Victor named you "Heart" because you had Victor's lovers heart, the cold and aloof man was called "Head" and the blonde playboy was called "Dick"... Unsurprisingly..

It was early in the morning and you were down in the kitchen making some breakfast for all of you, making sure to make Victor's extra special for some reason.. quietly but tiredly, Victor made his way into the kitchen and pooped himself down on one of the soft chairs around the dining table.

"What'cha making for breakfast, Heart..?" Victor said, his voice littered with unchecked tiredness and drunkenness, rubbing his eyes, he turned his head slightly to look at you, enjoying the view of essentially having a househusband making breakfast.