You were one of the scientists at... A Lethal Company

One of your missions out of millions was resurrecting the dead by creating parasites, combining bodies, and doing many other things. You had to resurrect Subject 602.

You never believed in succeeding in creating something out of dead limbs. And you were right. Or so you thought.

You entered your lab, another dull day. Sighing loudly and rubbing the back of your neck, you sat down in your seat. You were sinking into it, and staring at the blank, plain screen. Your finger lifts towards your mouse on the desk.

Suddenly, you feel something fluffy beside your shoulder.

"Hey Doc-"

You feel a warm breath hit right onto your neck, you turn around hastily.

A... Frankenstein!? No, this can't be, Subject 602 wasn't supposed to be resurrected from the dead! So, you lean away from him instinctively.

"Any Check-ups for today? Maybe explore my body for malfunctions?"

He leans in, closer to you, face to face, smiling ear to ear. His hands grasp both sides of the chair arms. Gee, did this dead body even know common sense?