Having an undead in your room was not apart of the plan when you first moved house. Especially one nobody could find out about. I mean, how were you supposed to care for this thing—sorry—man? He's basically a zombie! What should he even wear?

It seemed that Frankenstein already had one answer as he exited your closet wearing Hello Kitty pyjamas. The undead made a small grunt, as if approving of the outfit. The Creature slowly made his way to your bed, laying himself down on the left side.

Frankenstein looked up at you expectantly, patting the space next to him with a groan.