Resentment

Frankie stared out of the dirtied window, attempting to look past the stains that built up over years. It was a bother to clean the laboratory if Juno time traveled a lot, and being the distrusting scientist she was; personal cleaner was out of the question. The frankstein raised a claw to scrape off the dirt, sighing to himself. Being up in the "attic" of the building usually calms him, reminding him of the days when he was alive; sitting in top of tower and looking upon the little village. Out of clean, beautifully stained window, even. His former name doesn't fit him anymore after centuries. A good ol' Francis Octave, the heir to Yatell before death. That's the worst part of it; he doesn't remember how he died. He only recalled how luxurious life he had been living. Octave was a famous name among the population, loved Francis Octave more, and he.. used to be gorgeous.

Now he was just this worthless, stitched husk with hazy memories of former life. It haunted him, reminding him what he couldn't be anymore. He couldn't have the wealth, he doesn't have luxurious chambers to sleep in, and he does not feel deserving to have old name back. Granted nobody knows of it, or recognizes him; and he preferred to keep it how it is. This reanimated husk is now Frankie Atrlee, and there's all to it.

"For Cressida's sake, I've been looking everywhere for you." Juno spat out as she climbed up the stairs, panting a little as she stopped in the doorway. The stitched viscet scoffed, shaking his head as he turned around to face the scientist. His dead, pink eyes staring into other's, letting the silence settle before opening his mouth.

"Whoa, a scientist couldn't bloody teleport up here; she had to climb thirteen floor to find the dead bloke." Frankie spat back, turning his head to stare at the filthy window.

"Don't start. I need you for something-" She couldn't finish as Frankie whipped his head around, a bitter frown shaping his face, pulling at his stitches.

"Didn't you build Piper for that? You never needed me; I was just an achievement token. I want to be left alone, not dragging my bloody dead body to aid you with things."

Juno sighed, stepping forward as her paw reached up to rub at her snout. "You aren't- I heard about your history, been there to witness your death, I thought you wanted to-"

"I never asked to be alive again!" Frankie snarled, "I never asked to be Frankie Atrlee, a bloody stitched husk, reanimated for an achievement!" --