So, as it turns out, they have a couple parts from Edith Head, arguably the greatest costume designer of all time, and Joseph Lister, on of the best surgeons to ever live.
When Frankie woke up, they had been alive for 48 hours and their parents were ecstatic.
After breakfast, Frankie walked into their room and sat down at their work bench with a bunch of clothes they had gone through the previous day. They had sketched out some pretty stellar plans and borrowed a sewing machine from her parents and dig through every nook and cranny of the house to find all the miscellaneous items they would need. Viktor and Mary even went out to get some extra things for them as they worked, along with some accessories.
They put together some accessories, found a love for chains, added in some pops of color and mashed up some designs. They themselves were made of a bunch of parts and worked together. Why couldn't their clothes?
By the end of their first full day alive, they were pretty proud of themselves but didn't want to look at another sewing machine for a very long time. Frankie noted that they were good at it but it wasn't their favorite activity.
Viktor and Mary helped them clean up their room, then Viktor brought Frankie several more lab journals. Apparently, there were 159 of them. Number 159 was more or less a basic summary of their parts and process of bringing them to life. They'd get there eventually.
As they read about what their parents did to get them, Frankie felt closer to them. It was like getting years with them in a short time. They also became curious. Trying out a new skill from their parts.
They painted and drew several really good self portraits, learned they could dance, play violin and speak several languages on day five. However, they found that they preferred chemistry and started to enjoy toying with robotics. They also enjoyed reading pretty much everything they could get their hands on. That's how they spent a few of their next days.
On their fifth day, they got curious and went to the front door.
"I'm just going to step outside." Frankie called into the living room.
"Don't go too far." Viktor said.
Frankie opened the front door and squinted at the noon sun. They didn't realize that they hadn't been outside until now. The late summer breeze felt amazing on their skin.
The property seemed to be surrounded by hedges. The front door faced the driveway and their parent's car seemed to be parked in the driveway, a mint green volkswagen.
They hesitantly walked down the driveway. It was longer than one would think. The yard was pretty large but, other than a large hedge that seemed to be of their parents and a picnic table with an umbrella, there wasn't a whole lot in the yard. They read in the journals, volume 3 page 69, that their family had a castle in Germany that they sometimes vacation at.
They walked to the end of the driveway where a large metal gate stood. This one was on a track, clearly meant to slide rather than swing open. It seemed way more efficient.
Frankie studied the panel on the pole next to gate. It had a pin pad but it seemed to be a biometric lock. They placed their hand on the panel and was honestly surprised it worked. However, it made sense. They had come to realize how excited their parents were to make them to the point of going a bit overboard, so having their hand in the system already wasn't all that far fetched.
Outside the gate, they saw monsters in the street playing with a ball. Most were just kids, much younger, physically, than Frankie was. One of them, a harpy, was about Frankie's age. He noticed them and smiled. Then, one of the younger monsters with orange skin, missed a shot off a net and it flew into Frankie's yard, bouncing off the top of their head.
"Sorry!" the harpy said, jogging over to retrieve the ball.
However, as soon as he passed the gate's threshold, A loud, blaring alarm sounded. Red light pylons came out of the ground and a siren blared on top of that. Frankie felt sick and they looked around in panic as they covered their ears. Their heart rate and breathing increased exponentially. It felt like dying, or at least they thought it did.
Between the sound and the lights it was all too much. So, Frankie shut their eyes, ducked to the side and sat against a bush, knees pulled up to their chest. They could hear a collection of angry roars but couldn't even begin to process where they were coming from. They wanted to leave the area, perhaps back into the house, but they couldn't move.
They could hear a voice next to them but they didn't know what they said. Then, they were gently pulled forward and they could smell something familiar. Someone began rubbing their back. After a few moments, the sound ceased altogether. There was still some yelling but it was a much more manageable sound.
Frankie relaxed and removed their hands. When they opened their eyes, they recognized Mary's figure. They took a couple deep breaths and started to feel calmer.
"Frankie, hon, are you alright?" Mary asked.
Frankie could only nod as they collected their thoughts.
"Frankie." VIctor said, "What happened?"
Frankie took a deep breath, their voice shook, "I was curious. Th-the gate. These other monsters. They missed and the ball… the-the harpy, was just grabbing it but then everything got really…a lot."
Mary gave Vicktor a look, he returned it with a sheepish one. Frankie was unsure of what it meant but Viktor looked around and went to pick up the ball before bringing it to the gate where a few monsters, the parents of the children, were standing. Mary helped Frankie up and they went to meet Viktor.
The large monster rubbed his head as he apologized profusely. He hadn't realized what happened, he'd explained, all he saw was his kid on the ground. That turned the parents attention to them, most of their anger dissipating seeing Frankie stand next Mary.
Frankie felt overwhelmed at the comments and questions shot at them. They hesitated and took a few steps back. They didn't know what to say or do. Luckily, Viktor brought their attention back to himself and Mary guided Frankie inside.
They sat on a chair in the living room and Mary brought them a glass of water, "Are you okay, Frankie."
Frankie nodded, "Yes. I don't know what happened. It was like my heart was going to come out of my chest. My brain was all foggy and I felt sick. All I could hear was the sirens and my own heart beat."
"It was all probably very overwhelming." Mary said.
"It was." Frankie spoke as Viktor came back in.
"Everything is alright. I explained the situation and most of those kids and parents were understanding." Viktor said, "I'm sorry Frankie, we should have taught you how to disable the alarm."
Frankie sighed, "It's okay. It was a lot but I'm okay. I'm just a little tired now."
Viktor nodded in understanding.
"I wasn't sure what to do." Frankie said after a few moments of silence.
"What do you mean?" Mary asked.
"When those monsters started talking to me." Frankie explained, "I didn't know where to start. That Harpy seemed nice."
"Well, usually, you start with an introduction. Then begin a conversation." Viktor said, "It's a good way to make friends."
Frankie hummed and nodded.
"It took your mother and long time to learn how to socialize and move about well." Viktor said, "We tried to perfect the process. You are leaps and bounds ahead of where by this point."
"Yes, we thought you would still be in the lab, not making much conversation yet." Mary said with a chuckle, "You are already your own person, figuring things out."
"Really?" Frankie questioned.
"We made you to be amazing at everything you would want to be." Mary said.
Frankie thought about that, "I don't know but I'm excited to find out!"
Frankie then excused themselves and headed to their room, sitting in their electric chair which was quickly becoming their most ideal way to unwind.
They wondered what it would be like to talk to more monsters. To have friends of their own.
