hello everyone, hope you enjoy this lab mouse adaptation of Frankenstein; I am completely exhausted
⌠i saw this without the caption at first and i thought it was a lab mouse desperately trying to fix his friend who had been sacrificed
The implications of âwhat if Frankenstein, but mouseâ are vast and deserve careful follow-up and contemplation.
@kriber
#for real though#what if we were both experimented on and we were nothing but test subjects and you were the only light in my life and I in yours#what if we saw each other through it all#what if we didnât get to be people what if we didnât get to determine our own fates what if we were cut into again and again#what if you died and I didnât â a failed experiment and a successful one â what if you died and the world didnât end#what if I said no. no. this will not stand.#what if I took all that had been done to us and I did it to others ruthlessly and without hesitation#for the slightest chance I could have you back#what if I treated them like disposable things â like we have always been treated â what if I said they donât matter#only you do#in exactly the same way you and I have never mattered#what if I refused to let death part us#what if I pieced you back together with the flesh of our kindred and it worked and you lived#what if you were my creature and I was the monster that made you#what if you were my friend and I lost you and I got you back and I lost myself#what if I loved you to the point of atrocity#what if I pulled on the thread holding your body together and did not weep and did not know if the love was enough
#and we were both mice
tags via @aethersea because holy shit
#in the original book Frankenstein acted from hubris - a man playing God#a man creating life for no other reason than that he could without consideration of the consequences#who ultimately rejected his creation and his responsibility to it because it didnât live up to some expectationâŚsome standard#that didnât exist until he finished and it was now no longer a project but a living thing that looked back at him#but here? here with Mouse Frakenstein we have an act borne of Grief#of Love - maybe rage and defiance too#against the humans who did this to them in the first place#who are - functionally - gods to mice#so why not steal the secrets of the gods#and just onceâŚreverse something they did?
I am the last survivor of this laboratory. The lone hold-out amongâŚthe experiments. The elders taught us these were curses and damnations Inflicted upon us by the terrible gods who rule this place. There is no rhyme or reason to this torture. They come for you if you are bad. They come for you if you are good. They come for you if you are strange. They come for you if you are normal.
They come and come and come until I live while all of you are dead. By mere chance alone I am alone. I say to you, my dearly departed friends, my family, my loved ones.
I am sorry.
The needle, the thread, the lightning and machine: these are the tools and techniques of the oppressor. For a lab rat to pick them up should be a horror. For rat paws to act as terrible divine hands? You should condemn me a heretic. You would⌠if you were alive.
Condemn me, spurn me, drive me awayâŚbut know I do not do this out of whatever brutality drives the gods. I do this to undo their accursed work! With these tools they have parted us. With these techniques they have cut short lives that ought to have lived â not as the predator does out of hunger or as nature from chance but from sheer bloody-minded brutality. With these techniques, let me give back what was stolen from you. With these tools let me bring us back together.
But not like this.
This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to bring back, not create. I was supposed to renew friends and family, not make anew a child. My motherâs face looks at me with blank incomprehension. My friendâs voice babbles in a babeâs nonsensical, unlearned language. My mateâs ears perk up and listen with newborn curiosity.
I am sorry.
Truly these are damned tools and techniques. With them I have brought forth a child in a place no child should be brought forth. That I did not mean to matters not. Meaning matters not. I have done this.
It is up to me to make it right.
I am the only one alive who can.
I am sorrier still it comes to this. Flee, my child, while you can. I have taught you all I can. Do not look back. Do not weep for me â I go to join my friends and family.
Forgive me, for bringing you into this world and leaving you all alone.
Parent, you brought life to me with these tools, these techniques. The tools and techniques of demons you said, not gods. But with them you gave me life. With your life, you gave me freedom.
Forgive me, for disturbing your rest, but I give you those same gifts.





























