Literature
Frank-Einstein
It was day 21 since Arlena's awakening and she was beginning to have serious doubts about her creator’s intelligence. Not a great realization when you were only held together by string and powered by a bit too much electricity. She wanted desperately to turn and snap at her fidgeting creator, the “Illustrious Mad Scientist Carobelle!” Or just ‘Nancy' to everyone who knew the woman for more than five minutes. Snap at her to calm down, and tell her that if she had bought as wholesale into her own hype as the crazy mad scientist, she’d have nothing to worry about. She didn’t for several reasons. One, she was at a mad scientist convention, and creations going nuts on their creators had already happened at least twice since the convention had started. Two, it was rather cliché, Frankenstein's monster attacking Dr. Frankenstein. Three, all concern of her creator aside, Arlena had to admit she did look kind of… piecemeal, but not as mismatched as the other creations. Her boobs