Frankenstein!Max - Scientist!Neil Warnings :: Toxic Dynamics, Possessive Behavior, Minimal Angst.. Camp Camp AU. Aged up characters, Minimal Depiction of Gore
Synopsis :: As the weeks passed by, the creature grew increasing bored of his confined space, so finally, he asked his creator if he could go outside, not knowing the dangers from it
a/n :: I didn't have motivation to write, but from my AMAZING boyfriend,, he gave me the motivation to challenge myself,, so I wrote this late at night with him on call.. SO SORRY if its buns </3 But also make sure to read the last part of the story on my page,, where a masterlist will come soon!
The creation was bored.
Stuck in this closed off, dark basement where the only source of comfort, was playing with a stuffed bear his Creator, Neil, got at a toy store for cheap…Which actually helped sometimes.
But it was all getting too repetitive. The thrill of going out in the opening for the first time a few weeks ago, was nothing like he had ever felt before. He felt, alive, for the first time. Like he was human, instead of a bundle of stitched up dead men that a insane scientist burdened with living.
He wanted to go outside again, to feel the hot air feel his stitched skin again. But Max had to go through his creator the next time he came around to the basement.
But he came to, when he heard the familiar steps walking down the stairs. Max perked up as he heard the porcelain plate hit the stone floor. The plate filled with the same cheesecake he saw weeks before, with the lady at the cake shop. "Decided to make the cheesecake myself. Wanted to challenge myself with a new thing to bake.
The Scientist spoke, with a hint of malice in his tone as he knelt next to the boy. "Probably made it better than that lady at the market.." He scoffed,
"You know what? I came back the other day to that cake stand.. Tasted horrible, nothing shitty I've ever tired before." As he said that, he grabbed the cheesecake with one of his gloved hand, hovering it over the boy's mouth, gesturing for Max to open his jaw.
He was hesitant, the last time he ever opened his jaw was painful, but he fought through it : Opening his jaw slowly, the feeling of needles pricking his skin came again. A small tear falling down his face as he gave a small nibble.. It tasted amazing, better than the one that sweet, young lady made. Neil could tell the satisfaction on the boy's face by the way his pupils dilated, which only boosted his ego. "Told you it would be better." He smirked..
Neil noticed the creation fidgeting, painting a worried expression on his face as he put a hand on Max's exposed shoulder. "Hey. What's wrong?" He questioned.
Max looked up at the scientist, before looking back at the wooden door : The light slipping though the cracks of the door, then looking back at Neil with big, pleading eyes. "You want to go…Outside?" His voice quivered with shock. He vigorously nodded, an angry expression on his face as he started pointing at the door, as he bravely stood up.
It was intimidating : It was rare for his creation to stand up so proudly and express what he wanted, it was horrifying. "Fine."
"If you want to go outside, then fine. But remember what I said : Heavy supervision will be on you as we go. That means no talking to strangers, no wandering off anywhere, no nothing unless I tell you too."
Max rolled his eyes : These rules felt invading, like he couldn't be free from the mad scientist gaze.
But if this was the only way to go outside, then he'll take it. Neil stood up, sprinting off upstairs to get dressed, and get clothes for the boy. A few minutes later, he came back, with a simple jacket, pants, and a newsboy hat to compliment it, tossing it to the floor next to Max, before looking away.
The rest of the hour felt like a blur to the boy, but suddenly he was walking hand and hand, through the streets of the city.
Max was utterly amazed, looking around the whole town in awe, like it was his first time going outside again : Men and woman walking around in extravagant outfits, some not, all the buildings.. Just everything was so…Fascinating!
He tried to get out of his creator's grip, to go see a toy store where a big teddy was front and center, but he pulled him closer, not wanting to let go, or let him get out of his sight. As they continued walking, Neil looked back at Max as they stopped at a food shop, before looking back at he worker, letting go of the boy's hand. This was a chance for Max to escape, to see the real world without any judging eyes on it.
So he ran, as fast as he could, away from everything.
Before he knew it, he was in an eerie forest : Fog dancing around the tall trees, as noises from the distance spooked him. He slowly walked forward, regretting the decision to run away from his creator. He even…Missed him. As he walked, his legs started to grow tired, it was almost painful, even, and with that, made him walk slower.
Rustling he heard, from the bushes, he stopped, his heart beating with fear as he looked around the forest, wondering what could anybody possibly want from him.
But then, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his right eye, crimson falling down his cheek. Max hyperventilated, reaching a discolored hand onto his cheek : smearing the blood further on his face.
He couldn't see, from his right eye of course, and everything started to feel blurry, his head spinning like a carousel going at it's maximum capacity..
As he knew it, he collapsed on the grass floor, his vision blacking out : "It's a freak!" Was the last thing he heard in the distance before he passed.
It was a miracle, as it was a snap at the finger. Max came to.
As his vision came back, he saw his creator hovering over him, face red, dark circles under his eyes as if he couldn't sleep. "Maxwell!" Neil screamed as he saw Max come back to consciousness, grabbing him by the shoulders, shaking him aggressively.
"Can you imagine how stressed I was when I noticed when you were gone? You could've died if I didn't stay up for two days trying to get you back to life." He sobbed, before pulling Max into a tight hug, "I-I'm sorry if I couldn't save your eye." He traced the lid of the eye that was once there.
"Never. Do that again." He finally said, looking back at the boy finally, before he went back into the hug, where they stayed there. motionless.
