Where were you?! Frankenstein- like, the scientist that stitched together body parts to create a monster? That Frankenstein?!
Just as soon as you were shoved in, there you came toppling out to hit the hardwood on your back. Glaring up at the upside down room and the empathic look on your new friend’s face, you scrambled to your feet. “Listen- I think that I am owed a very good explanation after all of…I don’t know- that!“ Whisper yelling through your teeth so as not to be overheard, you laid into that weird little man. “You take me in, throw me in a closet- I thought this was your house! And- and the jacket! What’s that about? Frankenst-?”
Eyes shooting wide, Ygor cupped a gloved hand over your mouth like the utterance or that name would summon a demon. Maybe it would. Barely contained outrage simmering just below the skin, you snatched his wrist away. “Is this some kind of joke? What the fuck is goingon?!”
Visibly panicking a little, he stumbled over his rushed clarification. “Okay- okay! Ygor will explain!” Keeping his voice hushed, he rambled on like a kid caught in a lie. “That was Doctor Victoria- Dr. Victoria Frankenstein- my boss!” Seeing you start to say something, your new friend preemptively cut you off. “I live in the manor- her manor- because I work here! And the doctor, well…She doesn’t exactly like visitors, you know?”
Yeah, that logic tracks perfectly…Looking over to that cold metal table you’d been leaning on, you clearly made out the print, ‘Organs for Transport’ on one side. Realizing your suspicions were more correct than you would’ve liked them to be, you shuddered, wiping your hands off on your pants. “You could’ve told me all that a lot sooner!”
Shooting an anxious look down the hallway, he managed to muster words after a second. “Okay, okay- apologies for any misunderstandings!” Your new friend put his palms up in a plea for mercy. “Ygor will, ah- make it up to you, yes?”
“How?”
Crossing your arms, you glowered down on him. Cowering in a way that made you think he was regularly met with this sort of violent reaction, he quickly replied. “If you’d like to stay, Ygor has his own place in the manor! Victoria never goes there! Very dry, very safe…” Hurriedly, he added, “But- you do not want to stay in the manor, no?”
Sensing your suspicion, Ygor waited before lecturing with mystic grandiosity. “Night in Darkmoor can be very dangerous! I can’t just let you out there alone…Lots of strange, vicious people out at night, yes?”
Yeah, you knew all about strange people…A thoughtful look crossed his face as if he was weighing the pros and cons of letting you out there to be mauled and dismembered by whatever prowls the streets around these parts…
“Ah! I got it!” With a snap of gloved fingers, realization crossed your new friend’s face! Grabbing the now empty bag that sagged on the ground, he excitedly explained. “You can come with Ygor while he collects more, uh…“ He searched for the softest words. “Donations.”
"And- and, don't forget Ygor fix your car in the morning! It is a win-win scenerio!"