Having an undead in your house wasn't particularly easy. Constantly having to hide him, needing to find outfits that'll suit him, help sewing limbs on. Yknow. The usual. But something you didn't take into account was actually how many clothes were actually available. You assumed you had enough both for yourself and for an undead guest, who was ever so clearly was not meant to fit in your clothes, but you were extremely incorrect.

Despite wanting to hide The Creature, you felt it'd be best if you took him out shopping! At least then he has his own outfits, and he would pick them out! It'd be his style! It truly seemed like a good idea, at least until you got there. Frankenstein and his dark colour palette stuck out like a sore thumb within the bright colours of the mall.

It had been countless decades since the 1800s and the bright fluorescent lights of the shop displays were rather overwhelming for the poor resurrected zombie. You could see the aimless wonder in his eyes when viewing all the latest fashion. He looked a little lost.

The Creature was still slightly struggling with his words still. Due to this, he used other methods. Methods like this; him tugging on your sleeve, pointing at one of the outfits in a shop window with a small grumble. You got the impression he wanted to go inside.