Hey guys. Been a while hasn't it?

I've been through a lot recently and I've been unable to write as much as I have. Yet I'm trying to change that as you can see and I'm getting to work on my backlog.

And we'll start with the one intended for Halloween.

Yeah… I'm only a month late.

Either way though Halloween is my favourite holiday and what better way to show it, with a little Halloween piece involving my favourite gorilla!

Yep, the Thunderhead Champion, I thought he'd look good as Frankenstien's monster… or should I say Fuertestien's monster! And with the help of  ClosetVoid he's now alive, ALIVE!!

Well. Hope you all enjoy and be sure to read the story below, and hey, wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening, or good afternoon!

Artwork:  ClosetVoid

Stoty:  machupichu18

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Fuertestien. One of the greatest scientists known throughout.

His genius was matched only by his ego, and thus led the madman into the depths of insanity itself.

They called him weak.

They called him crazy.

They said it was impossible, that creating life out of nothing was something only gods could do.

Yet they were wrong. They were all wrong!

Standing right in front of him was the fruits of his labor, his magnum opus. A person created from discarded parts.

Yes. He was Fuertestein's monster, Raamaiah. A man built entirely from discarded gorilla parts and metal. An unholy abomination.

The "man" slowly awakened as he was raised off the table he was assembled on, all the while shocks and surges sparked through the monster's body.

"Mmrgh…"

The man's noises were foreign, yet they were somewhat familiar, as if some creature was trying to mimic the sounds of a person.

He took a step.

And another.

Yet the man didn't seem to be used to the idea of walking yet, as the very next step sent him falling face first. Would it had not been for Fuertestein's interference, he would have fallen right on the ground and damaged his parts.

Electricity coursed through the scientist's body as he clutched his creation. He was in pain, yet he felt more alive then he ever felt. No sacrifice was too much for his creation.

"Do not worry Raamaiah." Fuertestein said softly. "We shall work out these kinks together. Get you used to your body."

Raamaiah opened his mouth, the electricity beginning to fade a little.

"M…..M…..M….a….s...ter" The "man" finally said after what seemed like an eternity.

"Yes." The tiger replied. "I am your master."

The ape said something inaudible in return, yet his face showed happiness.

Was it the joy of being alive? Or was it something else? The duo couldn't focus on such a thing for long.

Yelling. The sound of angry chanting filled the air, as the darkness of once before was filled alight with the blaze of crimson. Yes… it seemed the village has discovered what Fuertestein had done.

The tiger let out a sorrowful expression before opening up a weapons closet. Swords, poison daggers, maces, everything was there. When you're dealing with such things as this tiger did, it was handy to have a last resort.

He had to protect his creation, no matter what… yet, as the very moment he reached for a dagger, he was stopped by a much thicker arm grabbing the large axe stored in the closet.

"Raamaiah. My creation! What are you doing?!" Fuertestein yelled.

"Pro….tect…." Was his simple response.

There was a pause. Was his creation serious? Clearly this had to be some autonomous response or something!

The tiger tried to stop the ape, yet his creation responded by flinging him into the wall, the scientist landing with a large thump, yet with no damage to himself… almost as if it was calculated…

"R-Raamaiah!" He cried out. "Please stop!"

Yet the ape turned around, about to leave the room, electricity coursing through his body once more and his metal loincloth flapping in the wind.

"I…. Need… to protect… you…." Raamaiah managed to get out. "Protect… master."

And the creation left.

….

The very next thing the scientist heard… was the blood curdling screams of the fallen.