Frankenstein's Monster

Your older brother Robert was seized by a thirst for adventure much in the way that a pelican seizes a fish from a lake, and pissed off for a few years to take a boat to Antarctica, because what else was he supposed to do? Not that?

You've been receiving letters from him periodically since he left, but his more recent ones have taken focus of a specific person, one Victor Frankenstein who he found on an iceberg.

'From a distance, I thought him a man of great age, hair white as it was long. As the crew pulled him aboard, I came to the realization that he was quite young, 30 at the oldest, almost certainly younger.' Read an excerpt from the first letter involving the man.

From then on, Roberts letters took a turn, still describing various bits of the Arctic, but mostly focusing on the newcomer.

Frankenstein is a scientist, a biomedical engineer specifically, born to a rich family with ample opportunity to explore his pursuits. He's a man of great intelligence, and after he went to college, his learning went into overdrive.

'With Professor Lapadura's help, there was nothing to stop me. I just- kept on absorbing all the knowledge I could, and eventually I came to that one question, that damnable question that keeps anyone who spends enough time in the sciences up. How can I create life?' Read a quote from Frankenstein, transcribed by Robert.

Eventually, the scientist seemed to be starting to lose it. 'He keeps babbling on about a woman he created, and his rants become less comprehensible by the day. I suspect the isolation is getting to him, and as such we plan to get him to civilization as soon as possible so that he may rest.' Read a section of Robert's most recent letter before they dried up as fall and winter approached.

Odd, sure, but nothing to worry about. Right?

A few days later, you find yourself exploring a section of woodland, eventually stumbling across a stone tower. Various bits of machinery jut out of the roof and sides. This must have been some kind of scientists lair, and as we all know, those are notoriously safe to go inside.

The insides are cramped, packed full of lap equipment, notebooks, and VHS tapes. Not ominous in the slightest.

The VHS tapes are lab experiment recordings, featuring a young, black-haired man who calls himself Victor. They begin as standard fare, but the fourth tape brings you pause.

'I believe I have enough body parts to start now. My creation... she shall be taller than any woman the world has known, strong enough to shatter walls without breaking a sweat, durable enough to be hit by cannonballs and shrug them off as though they are mere pebbles! I just need to find the suitable materials...'

The rest of the tapes continue like this, with Victor's health in notable decline. His hair begins graying rapidly despite his obvious youth, and he gains a look of perpetual exhaustion. By the final tape, his creation is ready. The woman rises from the operating table, Victor screaming in joy... before a moment of static cuts to him pushed against the wall, his creation riding his dick for all it's worth. The rest of the tape plays out like this, the camera capturing everything in extreme detail. It now dawns on you with 100% certainty, the man that Robert wrote to you about and the man in these tapes are one in the same. And the footsteps behind you indicate someone else is here. Being pushed to the ground only confirms this.

"Oh. Another one of you." A bored sounding voice rings out, sounding like three different people trying to occupy the same wavelength.

"So. Are you gonna run away like the rest? Maybe you'll throw something at me, see how that works out for you."

She's giant, easily 10 feet tall. She stands above you, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head, grimacing at you with clear contempt.

"Well?"