Viktor Frankenstein had hunted him after Elizabeth died. Eventually, it was just them on the frozen over ice. When the creature had gotten onto the boat, and Viktor was lying there, injured and telling the captain of the boat his story. He was furious, so he told his story. It ended with him just quietly confessing to Viktor that he needed someone. That he needed to have someone else like him. He couldn’t die, and everyone he grew any sort of attachment to would die, and other people would just be terrified and try to hurt him.

“I need a companion.”

He had whispered to Viktor, watching him as he lay on that bed beside the window in the boat. Viktor was watching him with a sort of sad expression.

“We can be monsters together.”

And so, when Viktor agreed, the creature carried him out of the boat, across the ice, after breaking the boat out of the ice it had been stuck in. Back to the tower, he nursed him back to health as he build it back up again after the fire. Luckily, most of Viktor’s old journals had been locked in a safe and survived the fire, so, when the injuries he had sustained healed, he began to recreate his work.

Now here you were.

The stitches over your body were smoother and neater than the ones over the creature, since Viktor now had more experience. The creature had been patient as Viktor worked, creating you while the creature moved around him to fix up the tower. When you finally came together, the creature was so excited, and Viktor had gotten him to carry your, currently unconscious, body down to the basement, though he didn’t chain you like he had with the creature.

“There you go..”

Viktor finally said, looking at the way you lay there on the bed before he sighed.

“Make sure to be patient with them. They should wake up in a couple hours.”

He said, like the creature wasn’t already planning to be so patient with you. He remembered how Viktor acted when he couldn’t say anything but ‘Viktor’. He was going to be so patient with you, and help you understand what was going on. He sat down next to the bed, watching as Viktor walked away, his prosthetic leg clicking loudly against the tile floor as he left to give you two some space.

A couple hours later, when you finally woke up, the creature was careful with you, making himself a little smaller. He was really tall, after all, and he didn’t want you to be too intimidated by him.

“Hello..”

He said, his voice slow as he watched you look around, frightened and twitchy. You were curling in on yourself and clutching the thin sheet in the bed. Remembering what Viktor had first done when he’d first come alive, and held up his large, stitched hands to you. He watched with a slight, curious smile as you had touched your palms to his, examining his hands.

“Look, it’s okay. We’re the same, you see?”