There was no color, it made no sense.
Everywhere he looked there was nothing but black and white with lots of grey shades.
Even Rumpelstiltskin was confused. He hadn't picked this world for any reason, he just closed his eyes, spun around and pointed and that was the world they went into.
Rumpelstiltskin turned a tree into a rock and the purple smoke was the only thing of color. Well, it was the only thing that had another color besides them, but Rumpelstiltskin was the dark one and Jefferson was a baby made of true love so they were sort of enchanted.
But the rock stayed colorless, it wasn't enchanted, there were no magical properties…it was just there.
"What do they call the greenery here?" Jefferson asked.
"I don't know," Rumpelstiltskin asked.
"Do they even have colors?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think that maybe they can see the colors in our world and we can't?"
"I don't know!" Rumpelstiltskin said finally getting frustrated.
A wolf howled and Jefferson felt their hair on the back of his neck stand up. Rumpelstiltskin noticed his unease and gave him an arrogant look as if to mock him for growing up in cities all his life.
And probably for not being magical but that wasn't his fault. Jefferson gave him a mocking look back. For all the power in the world, Jefferson was still very much needed for his plans which made Jefferson incredibly important.
They walked on the road for a bit and came on a cemetery.
How welcoming.
"Is everyone going to come through my portal?" he asked.
"No," Rumpelstiltskin said and looked around, "Every portal opening is different"
"Oh, so then why aren't there portals all over the place?"
"Because portal jumpers are extremely rare," Rumpelstiltskin said and narrowed his eyes as if he was looking at something in the cemetery, "And only portal jumpers and those wielding magic can see them."
"What if I jump in someone else's portal?"
"You'll still end up in the circular room."
"So then why bother having different portals for portal jumpers at all?" Jefferson asked, "Magic is so confusing…"
"What…" Rumpelstiltskin narrowed his eyes, "…is that?"
Jefferson turned around and saw immediately what he was looking at. That was…barbaric, "I may just be a simple fourteen year old but…aren't you supposed to stick your dead IN the ground instead of taking them out?"
"Perhaps it's their culture," Rumpelstiltskin muttered and walked forward, "I haven't been to this world yet."
"Barbarians," Jefferson sniffed and followed him as Rumpelstiltskin walked boldly up to the two people that were struggling with a coffin. Jefferson trailed behind him, genuinely curious at what was going on.
The leader of the men saw both of them and his eyes grew. He raised a shovel to defend himself when he saw Rumpelstiltskin's face, "Demon!"
Rumpelstiltskin shrugged, as if he didn't care, "Do you think that shovel would hurt me? What are you doing?"
"We'll put him back!" the second man said.
"I care little about where you put him," Rumpelstiltskin said flippantly, "I'm just curious at what you're doing."
"Who are you?" the leader demanded.
Rumpelstiltskin spread his arms and gave a sweeping bow, "Rumpelstiltskin."
The leader seemed unfazed, "The little man who tried to steal the miller daughter's baby?"
Rumpelstiltskin gave him an annoyed look, "Is that all you lot have heard about me?"
The second man stared at Jefferson, "And who's the boy?"
Boy?
Jefferson stood straighter, so that he could look taller and hopefully older, "Who are YOU?!"
The leader barely glanced at him, but focused on the imp in front of Jefferson, "Victor Frankenstein."
"And what are you doing with the dead?"
"I'm going to bring them to life."
"That's impossible," Rumpelstiltskin said.
Victor smiled arrogantly, "Perhaps for you."
Jefferson expected him to die for that but instead it got Rumpelstiltskin to giggle with unabashed glee.
"Quite the confidant one, aren't you?"
Victor didn't smile, "I'm going to use science to create life."
"And how are you going to do that, dearie? I'd very much like to hear how you hope to achieve something that neither good magic nor bad magic can do."
The second man looked at his friend, "We'll get caught out here."
"I have a house," Victor said to them, "It looks like it's going to rain anyway."
Jefferson looked up; how could he tell?
"If you help me load this coffin up into my carriage then I'll tell you how I plan to do what you say you can't."
Jefferson rolled his eyes, he was a crazy man telling a funny little story but Rumpelstiltskin was intrigued.
"Very well," he waved his hand and the coffin went from the ground to the nearby wagon. He waved his hand again and the wagon started moving forward on its own.
"Now let's hear about this task you're trying to undertake."
Jefferson rolled his eyes when everyone's back was turned and no one could see him.
What kind of a name was Frankenstein anyway?