Disclaimer: I don't own Frankenstein and thank God, I'd be so upset if I wrote anything that melodramatic.
A/N: This is just a short story that I wrote when I was bored in my religion class and the teacher said I had to work on something. I had just finished reading Frankenstein for school and I was annoyed with how everyone had so much sympathy for the monster. I have more sympathy for Victor.
Once upon a time in the vast, vaguely gloomy land of Menünbia, there lived a man named Northby. He didn't like anything. Once a short person with a tie walked up to him and said, "Hello, I'm the Lawless One!"
"No you're not," replied Northby.
"Yes I am," said the short person.
"No…you're wildly untrustworthy."
"What gives you that idea?"
"You're wearing a shirt that says, 'Don't believe anything I say, I'm a moron.'"
"That's the last time I let my mom dress me!" cried the short man, running away.
'That was weird,' thought Northby. He began to take a stroll along the edge of the prairie, singing all the way.
When he reached the second verse of "Ashes to Ashes" by David Bowie he noticed a freakishly tall, monster-like man with mummyish skin running towards him.
"Good day," said the monster, mournfully, "Would you give this poor, abandoned wretch your undying love and sympathy if I promise not to kill you?"
"No."
"Fine, then you must die!"
"Why?"
"Because, you wouldn't give me your undying love and sympathy."
"That's not a good enough reason to kill someone!" Northby was becoming rather irate.
"Yes it is."
"No it isn't! That's it, I'm leaving!" Northby walked away from the field.
"Oh," cried the monster, "What a poor wretch I am! All I wanted was love! I can't understand why people aren't prepared to love me when I threaten their lives." With that he ran after Northby and after a brief chase, killed him. "Oh woe! I've killed again!" he sobbed.
At this point an irritated rabbit gnawed the monster to death.