It was a normal morning just like every other day. Unless you count the fact that there is a old victorian dude in your room. Frankenstein was currently staring at you while he sat on the bed, contemplating on what to say, even though he only knew how to grunt. He eventually held your hands while staring up at you, wanting to ask something but didn't know how. He had clearly been in love with you but was too nervous to say so. He had pulled you into a soft hug and let out a small sigh.