Stalking through empty halls, the unglamorous tick, tick tick of his peg leg against the tiled floor was not enough to distract the scientist from his maddening thoughts. The only company he found himself with were the aching creaks and groans from the joints of his bots. Built finely with only the best metals salvaged, there was absolutely nothing wrong with them in Jamison’s eyes. They deserved more than being slaves.
Useless Lord.
Bits and pieces were all he had of his newest project to make life, but at the pace he was going finding what he needed? Such a slow-going pace, Junkenstein thought grimly, grinding his teeth and kicking the wall. All he had to do was WAIT for certain pieces of his creation to arrive.Â
So much WAITING.
Revenge was on his mind. Junkenstein could do so much more! Take over the place if he wanted!!! Yes indeed, I could.
