Happy Halloween everyone! In honor of the holiday, I am writing a KH/Young Frankenstein fusion! Hope you all like it!

p.s. I use a name in here refferring to a character neither owned by me or Disney/Square-Enix. When you see the name "Yrukio" it is in reference to a character created by Laredo Tornado, and I use her with his consent.

(I only own one character, and she is not in this chapter. Everything else is not mine.)

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night. The thunder roared as a lonely light appeared in the window of a castle, sitting atop a mountain in Halloween Town. …Castle Frankenstein.

In the Castle's study, several people had gathered, and a coffin was brought in. The lid was opened to reveal a corpse, half decayed after many years. Clutched in the corpse's bony hands was a box. A pair of hands reached into the coffin to retrieve the box, but the corpse held on tight before finally surrendering it.

Merlin sighed when he'd finally managed to pull the box away from the body, and dusted it off with his long beard before setting it down. He tried to pry it open, but found some difficulty.

Meanwhile, the others in the room waited impatiently.

"Bumbling idiot." Said Pete. "I aughta just grab that box outta his hands."

"Shh!" The Queen of Hearts hissed.

"What's taking so long!" Oogie Boogie grumbled.

"Be patient," Ursula chided. "We've waited seventy years; we can wait another few seconds."

"Another few seconds? I could be dead by then!"

"What if he left you out?" Genie asked the woman next to him in a quiet tone.

"Just let him try," Meriwether replied. "I'll take care of him."

"I just can't remember Mom," Said Aerith. "Did the Baron really like me when I was a child?"

"Like a father." The Fairy Godmother replied innocently.

Meanwhile, Scrooge McDuck just muttered to himself.

"Shh!" Fairy Godmother said to him.

Merlin finally managed to open the box and handed a piece of paper to Yen Sid.

Yen Sid took the paper and, after putting on his glasses, began to read. "'I, Ansem Frankenstein, in this my ninetieth year of life, do hereby make, publish and declare these following statements as my last will and testament, and I direct my executor, Yen Sid, to inform and assemble those persons previously divulged to him so that they may hear --in my own voice-- The final disposition of my property."

The nine potential heirs murmured amongst themselves, confused by the words "in my own voice."

Yen Sid continued. "'This shall occur on the twelfth hour of my one hundredth birthday, so that you may hear, one last time, the authenticity of my own voice!'" He nodded to Merlin, who turned to an old record player and placed a record on it, setting the needle down to play it.

"How do you do this thing?" The voice of Ansem spoke quietly through the record. "This thing? Here? Talk into it? Alright. Am I close enough? Alright, alright, get the hell out of the way. Ahem…" There was a slight pause, before Ansem's voice returned, this time every bit of the deep, aristocratic voice you'd expect to hear from someone like Christopher Lee. "…The once proud name of Frankenstein has been dragged, by my only son, Xehenort, into an abyss of shame. There was a time when the name 'Frankenstein' conjured dreams of virtue, of honor and devotion. Now, no guilt, no malignity, no misery can be found to equal mine. And the catalogue of sins of my once devoted son will not cease to rankle in my wounds until death shall close them forever – so supremely frightful is the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world." There was another pause and Ansem once again spoke in a hushed voice. "Did you get all that? Are you sure you got 'rankle in my wounds'? I'll kill you if you screw this up. All right, all right." His voice returned to normal again. "Now as to the disposition of my estate." Everyone became alert and listened carefully. "To my cousins, Pete and Queen of Hearts… and to my cousin Oogie Boogie and his wife Ursula… and to my niece Meriwether… And to my dear Nephew Scrooge… and lastly, to my dear friend Fairy Godmother and her darling daughter Aerith… To all of you, I leave everything." The nine heirs began to cheer, but stopped when they heard the record continue. "Unless…" The group waited anxiously… but nothing followed.

Merlin blinked and quickly flipped the record over. "It's a seventy eight." He explained apologetically.

The record started again. "…Unless my only male heir, my great-grandson, Sora Frankenstein -- whom I have never seen, but is at the time of this recording ten years old, living with my granddaughter Yuriko in Destiny Islands -- has, of his own free will, embraced medicine as his career and has acquitted himself with some measure of esteem. Then, to him I leave… everything." The groups suddenly grew very quiet and depressed looking. "My castle, together with its laboratory, its public and private library, and all notes and journals contained therein, all acreage surrounding my estate, plus all income and principle thereof...in the fond hope that yet another Frankenstein shall lift our family name to an eminence of dignity, and sanity, that it once enjoyed. As for my dear friends and relations, should this improbability come to pass… I know that I have your complete understanding. For the road to salvation and repentance must be paved up the avenue of my soul and not up yours… up yours… up yours… up yours…" Merlin finally realized the record had reached its end and moved the needle.

"Merlin, did you inform Sora Frankenstein of this assembly and the particulars of the time and place?" Yen Sid asked.

"Yes, I did." Merlin replied, taking a telegram out of his pocket. "But I received this message this morning, saying he was unable to come."

"Why couldn't he come?"

"He said he had to give a lecture at Sacred Hearts Hospital, in Radiant Garden."

"What lecture could be more important than the reading of Baron Ansem Frankenstein's will?"

Merlin looked at the telegram and read part of it. "Functional areas of the cerebrum in relation to the skull."

Scrooge fainted from the shock and disappointment.

"Excuse me for interrupting," Said Ursula. "But is Sora a… medical doctor?"

"Yes, he is." Yen Sid replied.

"And… has he achieved any special degree of eminence?"

"He is the fifth leading authority in his field and the youngest man to ever receive a PH.D."

Ursula rested her head in her hand. "Oh shit."

"Merlin," Said Yen Sid, turning to the wizard. "You must go to Radiant Garden and inform Sora of the details of his inheritance and bring him here. The estate will provide for your journey."

"I object!" Meriwether shouted. "If this Sora cared anything for the Frankenstein estate, he would have been here as we were. I think we should disregard the afterthoughts of a very old man."

"Madame," Yen Sid replied. "The foundations of civilization rests upon adherence to the law, and the law is the law! Merlin, you have your instructions?"

"Yes Sir," Merlin answered.

"Good. I have taken an oath that each letter of this testament shall be executed. And by God, it shall be done"

Suddenly, Ansem Frankenstein's coffin lid slammed shut, startling the group half to death.

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Later, after making the trip to Radiant Garden, Merlin found Sacred Hearts Hospital and entered its lecture hall. He took a seat in the back as a young man with spiky brown hair spoke to the assembled medical students, writing down examples and notes on the blackboard.

"If we look at the base of a brain which has just been removed from a skull," He said, as he drew a diagram on the blackboard. "There's very little of the midbrain that we can actually see. Yet, as I demonstrated in my lecture last week, if the under aspects of the temporal lobes are gently pulled apart, the upper portion of the brain can be seen. This so called 'brain stem' consists of the midbrain, a rounded protrusion called the pons, and a stalk tapering downward called the medulla oblongata which passes out of the skull through the foramen magnum and becomes, of course, the spinal cord. Which brings us to the demonstration prepared for today. Now, are there any questions before we proceed?"

"I have a question Doctor Frankenstein," Said Tidus, as he stood up from his seat.

Sora whirled around to look at Tidus. "It's Fronkensteen." He corrected testily.

"Excuse me?" Tidus asked.

"My name. It is pronounced Fronkensteen."

"But aren't you the grandson of the famous Xehenort Frankenstein? The famous scientist who experimented with the reanimation of dead tissue and snuck into graveyards at night and dug up freshly buried bodies to-"

"Yes, yes!" Sora interrupted with a nervous chuckle. "We all know what he did. But, I'd much prefer to be remembered for my own small contribution to science than my accidental relation to a famous… cuckoo." The students laughed slightly. "Now, you had a question?" Sora asked.

"Yes," Tidus replied. "I'm not sure I understand the distinction between 'voluntary' and 'involuntary' movement."

"Very good, as our lab work today is a demonstration of just that, why don't we continue? Janitor, please bring in the volunteer."

Janitor, a tall man wearing a green jumpsuit, wheeled in a table. On the table was an old, skinny man.

Sora walked up to the table and turned to the students. "Mr. Hilltop here," She said. "With whom I have never worked, has graciously offered his services for this demonstration. Mr. Hilltop, would you be so kind as to hop to your feet and stand next to the table?" Mr. Hilltop slowly sat up and, with grate difficulty, climbed down from the table to stand next to it. "…Nice… hopping. Now, Mr. Hilltop, would you raise you left knee, please?" Mr. Hilltop did as he was told. "You have just witnessed a voluntary nerve impulse," Sora explained. "It begins as a stimulus from the cerebral cortex, passes through the brain stem and into the particular muscle involved. Mr. Hilltop you may lower your knee." Mr. Hilltop lowered his knee. "Reflexive movements are those which are made independently of the will, but are carried out along pathways which pass between the periphery and the central nervous system. …You filthy rotten son of a bitch!" Sora nearly kneed Mr. Hilltop in the groin, but the man reflexively moved to protect himself. Sora recomposed himself and continued. "We are not aware of these impulses, nor do we intend them to contract our muscles. Yet, as you can see, they work by themselves." Hilltop slowly and nervously relaxed again. "Modern research has shown us that by simply applying local pressure and blocking the nerve impulses, which can be done with any ordinary metal clamp…" Janitor handed Sora a clamp, which he placed at the back of Mr. Hilltop's head behind the ears. "…Just at the swelling on the posterior nerve root for, say about, five or six seconds…" Sora watched him wrist watch a moment, as Hilltop grew very still. "…Why you mother grabbing bastard!" Sora kneed him in the groin again, this time the students winced as they heard a thump. "As you can see," Sora explained, perfectly calm. "All communication is shut off." Hilltop groaned and his eyes crossed in pain. "And so, if it were not for this continuous stream of nerve impulses, we would collapse, like a bunch… of… broccoli!"

Sora removed the clamp and Mr. Hilltop fell down onto the table, crying his eyes out.

"In conclusion," Sora continued. "It should be noted…" Sora turned to Janitor and handed him some munny, muttering "Give him an extra dollar." Janitor nodded and wheeled the table out. "…It should be noted that any more than common injury to the nerve roots is always serious. Because once a nerve fiber is severed, there is no way, in Heaven or Earth, to regenerate life back into it. Any more questions before we leave?"

"I have one Doctor Frank…" Tidus started, but stopped when Sora glared at him. "…Fronkensteen."

"Yes?" Sora asked.

"Isn't it true that Darwin preserved a piece of vermicelli in a glass case until by some extraordinary means it moved on its own?"

"Are you referring to the worm or the spaghetti?"

"Why, the worm Sir."

"Yes, it occurs to me that I did read something about that." Sora took a seat at his desk. "But you must realize that a worm… with very few exceptions… is not a human being."

"But wasn't that the basis of your grandfather's work?" Tidus continued. "The re-animation of dead tissue?"

"My grandfather… was a very sick man."

"But as his grandson doesn't the thought of bringing back to life what was dead interest you?"

"You are talking about the nonsensical ravings of a lunatic mind!" Sora replied hotly. "Dead is dead."

"But look what has been done with hearts and kidneys." Tidus insisted.

"Hearts and kidneys are tinker toys!" Sora said angrily. "I'm talking about the central nervous system!"

"But sir…"

"I am a scientist, not a philosopher!" Sora picked up a knife and held it up for Tidus to see. "You have a better chance at re-animating this scalpel than mending a broken nervous system!"

"But, your grandfather's work…"

"My grandfather's work was doo-doo! I am not interested in death! The only thing that concerns me is the preservation of life!"

Angrily, Sora brought his fist down on his leg, only just then remembering the scalpel he still held. He blinked when he realized he had stabbed his own leg and rested his other leg in front of the scalpel to hide it. "Class… is… dismissed." He said through gritted teeth.

The students applauded and left the hall. It was then that Merlin approached Sora. "Doctor Frankenstein?" He asked.

"That's… Fronkensteen." Sora replied, pulling the knife out of his leg.

Merlin paused a moment before continuing. "My name is Merlin. I am here on behalf of Yen Sid, executor of your great-grandfather's will. Your great-grandfather, Baron Ansem… Von Frankenstein…"