Or journals with Frankenweenie stuff, Fanfiction, ect.
Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER ONE- .:Frankenweenie:. by spencerbeavcoon, literature
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Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER ONE- .:Frankenweenie:.
New Holland. It seemed like a nice town. Normal. Perfectly Normal. However, its residents were far from that. Take Victor Frankenstein for example:
While he might seem like your average, run-of-the-mill 13-year-old, he's actually quite the genius. Three years prior, he found a way to bring his dog Sparky back to life after an untimely passing.
Unfortunately, word got out of his "creation" and soon enough the townspeople were in a state of panic as monsters overran the Dutch Day festivities.
Eventually, with the help of a few classmates, Victor was able to stop the rampage entirely. Well, almost entirely.. It took the help of hi
Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER TWO- .:Frankenweenie:. by spencerbeavcoon, literature
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Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER TWO- .:Frankenweenie:.
"Come on Toshiaki, throw the ball already!" Snapped Edgar impatiently, tapping his foot on the home plate.
"No, this pitch has to be perfect. I'll take as much time as I need to." Toshiaki squinted and pulled his arm back.
FLING! The ball hurtled towards home plate at record speed. Nassor raised his bat,
but unfortunately struck out as the ball whizzed past him and hit the fence.
"Good pitch!" Yelled Victor from the dugout.
"Better luck next time Nassor!"
"Hey Victor, why don't you bat!" Said Bob.
Victor shuddered at the thought. The last time he'd gone up to bat, his dog was hit and killed by a car,
so he'd generally grown to avoid
Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER THREE- :Frankenweenie: by spencerbeavcoon, literature
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Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER THREE- :Frankenweenie:
"Is he?"
"I don't know."
"Well go do something!"
Toshiaki ran out to where Victor lay mangled on the road, cringing when he saw just how bloody the scene was.
"Victor?" Victor coughed for a moment then went still. He coughed. That's good..right?
Toshiaki had no idea what to do. He was experiencing the feelings of horror and disgust at the same time.
"Toshi, didn't you take that Emergency medical course over the summer?" Asked Nassor.
"Y-yeah-" D-don't look at the bod- V-victor .Don't look at Victor..
"Did they teach you how to check for broken bones?"
"Yes." To check for bones..I'd have to look at him ..I can't
Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER FOUR- :Frankenweenie: by spencerbeavcoon, literature
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Frayed/Lovestruck -CHAPTER FOUR- :Frankenweenie:
Toshiaki awoke to Nassor lightly shaking his shoulder.
Ngh
"Nassor..What is it " He mumbled groggily.
"Excuse me. We're here to see Victor Frankenstein." Said a familiar voice.
"We're his parents." Toshiaki's eyes snapped open.
That was definitely Victor's dad.
"I'm afraid that your son's just gone into the OR. It says here that he was hit by a moving vehicle at 8:45 PM."
"Well is he gonna be okay?"
Toshiaki sat up fully when heard the third voice.
"Elsa?"
"Toshi? What are you guys doing here?"
"We came with Victor in the ambulance. What are you doing here?"
"She came with us." Explained Mrs. Frankenstein.
"When we got
After Dutch Day_Pt 1 by pistol-paintbrush493, literature
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After Dutch Day_Pt 1
The next morning after the disastrous Dutch Day parade was a much needed dose
of normality after the resent events. Since all of New Holland now knew and
excepted the existence of the reanimated Sparky, the terrier was finally at
peace with himself and was able to return to his normal dog ways.
Susan Frankenstein walked up to her sons room with Sparky eagerly
fallowing in her footsteps. She opened the door and looked into her sons room to
discover Victor still fast sleep, Susan smiled softly and walked in. Susan has
decided that morning to let her son sleep in, he had a hell of a day yesterday
after all, but she couldn't let her so
After Dutch Day_Pt2 by pistol-paintbrush493, literature
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After Dutch Day_Pt2
The weekend had gone and past and Victor found himself slowly slipping
back to his isolated ways, just him and Sparky against the world, and truthfully
that's just the way he preferred it. Today is the first day back to school since
the Dutch Day disaster last Friday. Mr. Rzykruski wouldn't be teaching the class
anymore so the class will be forced to listen to the gym teacher teach a class
she obviously has no interest in, or at least until the original teacher
returns, but no one knows when that will be. But maybe the day wont be so bad,
Victor figured, he was going to walk to school with Elsa today.
V
After Dutch Day_PT3 by pistol-paintbrush493, literature
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After Dutch Day_PT3
Victor sat in his desk, the last one in the front row. Normally he loved
sitting in the front of the class but as of lately Victor felt like it's the
worst place to sit. Gym had never been Victor's strong suit and neither did he
think he was at all athletically inclined. Elsa sat in her usual seat across
from Victor, she set her bag down and pulled out her school book and pencil
case, setting them neatly on her desk. Victor pulled out his school binder and
opened it. Staring back at him was the picture that spawned the idea that
fateful day in science class, the picture that Victor drew out of his grieving
for his dog. Victor
I'm gonna be RPing as Sparky from Frankenweenie now!!!! :la: Probably gonna change my pic to Sparky then, but I'm not sure yet :aww:
(EDIT: Changed my pic to Sparky, though it might be a little hard to see :XD:)
Frankenweenie One-Shot - Possession by SorixaenChaotic, literature
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Frankenweenie One-Shot - Possession
Weird stuff always seems to happen in New Holland. More often then not, it revolves around one person in particular. This person's name? Victor Frankenstein. Monster pets attack town? We all know about that one. Demons roaming the streets? He didn't cause it, but they all seemed to be after him. As were the killer sewer-monkeys. The list goes on, and no one knows why everything seems to be so interested in this one boy. Maybe there was something special about him, something different that no one else in the town seemed to have. No one knew for sure. But all this had taught Victor to always expect the unexpected. Sadly for him, the unexpected