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evilismygood) wrote2024-08-28 09:03 pm
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His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
The creature isn't made of mismatched parts, but instead was built to be as perfect as he could be, albeit larger than life in order to make piecing him together easier. The absolute wrongness of his being strikes immediate fear and panic in those who come face to face with him.
It's too bad that people run at the sight of him, because the creature isn't all that bad, personality-wise. He's intelligent, thoughtful, and philosophical, all qualities that lend to his avid desire to learn.
His experiences with people, especially his creator, have made him deeply mistrustful and resentful of humanity. He has declared himself the enemy of mankind at least once in text, and while that hate has become more nuanced with time, the resentment will always linger.
↕ THE MOST BIASED REHASHING OF FRANKENSTEIN EVER
Imagine you wake up and you're an eight foot tall homonculous created piecemeal out of dead bodies. The first person you see is the college shut-in who created you after weeks of 1700s Monster-fueled nights studying alchemy and other bullshit science, and that 20-something twink takes one look at you and does what every man does when confronted with the end result of his actions: runs screaming from the room before fainting like the 18th century dandy he is.
So there you are, a newborn babe in the body of a Resident Evil bossfight, wandering out into the world. Anyone who sees you freaks out, and you have to learn how to read by stealing books from an old blind man's family. Food, water, shelter? Buddy you are learning what those things are and why they're important on the fly.
But you do it! You become an educated, compassionate, sensitive 18th century gentleman, except for the whole 8-foot-tall-monster part of things. And, just like any kid who thinks they're responsible enough, you hit up your estranged dad for a pet partner. And you know what? Your dad agrees! He makes a whole new lady out of dead people and you are so excited to finally have a buddy to go travelling with! But before you can pop the champagne, your dad throws her out! And says you're an abomination and evil and like, totally grody!!!
So, obviously, you return the favor and murder dad's sisterwife and also his boyfriend. And then you feel pretty bad about murdering people, and decide maybe you weren't ready for a pet partner after all.