The monster of Dr. Freundnstien

by K_and_REDACTED

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 1882

A ponified re-telling of the classic tale of Dr Frankenstein and his monster, with a few new twists. When six come in in pieces, one comes out a whole.

(A ponified re-telling of the classic tale of Dr Frankenstein and his monster, with a few new twists.)

For as long as I have lived, none have ever dared to speak aloud the doctors’ name, and yet, for near a century, he has lain beneath the earth, left alone to his eternal sleep. Why then, are the ponies of the village so burdened by his memory?

The answer is simple; they fear what he has done. His body may lie within his tomb, but his heritage stumbles on.

This is what brings ponies to a cold sweat in the night, what leads them to lock their doors and glance over their shoulders, and tell their children that, whatever they do, they must never enter the forest alone.
The lonely memory which is all that remains of him. The horrible truth of his research. That which is both his greatest creation, and most terrible curse.

Six went in in pieces, she came out a whole.
A marvel. A miracle. A monster.

Cover art, by CLaUD

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-01 21:39:55 UTC

Whisperings

For as long as I have lived, none have ever dared to speak aloud the doctors’ name, but for in hushed tones and followed by an over-shoulder glance, for fear of bringing jinx upon themselves. Nor do they acknowledge the grand, looming estate, that once belonged to him, in which was birthed his wretch, and, in whose dreadful shadow the ponies of the village live.

For near a century, he has lain beneath the earth, left alone to his eternal sleep, and, they say, eternal dreams of madness and dark magics, and yet, few know of what truly happened on that night, the night for which even his ghost shall forever live in infamy. For in secret do families pass on this sacred rite, of the tale as it was always told by she who wholly saw the sight, by their father or their mother, when Lunas’ moon is at its height, with lanterns dimmed, and curtains drawn, and doors all locked up tight, of Dr. Marus Freundnstien, and his monsters final night...

It began however, long before the fateful night that would become his last, for another story’s end is where our story begins; fifty years prior, with the final death of the final member of The Council of Friendship; Princess Twilight Sparkle. Her alicorn magic and her royal status afforded her a few years beyond her friends, but like them all, she too inevitably passed, buried alongside her friends, and leaving behind her palace, its gardens becoming a sort of memorial to the six.

Suddenly we jump forward about ten years; the local Ponyville government, debate what should be done about Twilight Sparkle’s former palace, which has come to a state of noticeable disrepair due to a lack of necessity, and an abundance of vacancy. Enter Victor Freundnstien, a talented unicorn physician, who, with the advent of a new form of medicinal magic of his own design, has recently found himself a great deal of wealth, with which, he takes the property off the towns hooves, immediately dividing it up into two pieces, one, the gardens; to be used as a public property, provided it be converted into a public graveyard/friendship memorial, and the other, to be repaired and converted into a grand estate in which he should move with his wife and son, and continue his research in the fields of medicine.

Now we jump again, twenty years this time; Victor and his wife are caught in a mysterious accident inside Victor’s laboratory, where the two unknowingly inhale a lethal dose of some toxic chemical, which police could never determine, killing them both in a matter of minutes, and leaving their estate along with their fortune, to their son, Marus.

Marus, having completed degrees in both magic and medicine by this time, vows to follow in his father’s hoofsteps, a month later he puts out a request to hire a lab assistant, and after two weeks, hires Eager Analysis, a young mare with a knack for scientific research. Utilizing his father’s research, the two go on to further the field of medicinal magic over the next few years, producing a new advancement at least twice a year. After ten years however, the doctor goes silent, and announces that he has begun on a path towards the largest breakthrough in medi-magic, since the general purpose healing spell. The medical community, of course, sees this as the arrogant cryings of a self-assured fool. It is here, however, in these final ten years, where our story really begins, and it begins with a sneeze.

Apathia, Athambia,

‘AAAH-CHOO-!’

The sound was loud and sharp, a contrast to the sort of muffled air that filled the estate. It was followed shortly after by a sort of half sigh, half moan, from the stallion all but cocooned in blankets, if not for his head and forelegs, which stuck out, and rested up against the head board of the master bedrooms luxurious four poster. Weakly, he held out a hoof to the mare at his bedside, who was carefully levitating used tissues from the nightstand into a tin rubbish bin.

“E…” he moaned, “I’m dying E…”

The mare let out a breathy chuckle and rolled her eyes. Setting down the bin, she snagged a fresh tissue from the box with her magic, and turned to face him as she passed it,

“You’re not dying Marus, you’re just sick.” Through their years of working together, Eagar had grown accustomed to the doctors’ melodrama, which, she was sure, he enacted solely to get a laugh from her.

“No, E,” he continued, his ‘dramatic voice’ and half smile betraying him, “I’m really dying… I can see it now, ‘the great Dr. Freundnstien; caught a common cold, sneezed himself to death.’ Why, it’s almost poetic.”

This brought her to chuckle fully, “Yes, I’m sure, you done?”

The doctor chuckled with her, “Yes, Eager, I’m done.” He looked as though he were about to say more, but weather he was or not, it was interrupted by another sudden sneeze.

‘AAAH-CHOO-!’

Eager quickly discarded the freshly used tissue for him, grabbing him a new one as she reached over the bed to examine him. Lightly, she brushed his mane from his forehead, and pressed her hoof against it softly, quietly examining his face as she did so.

The doctors’ mane, a wild mess of dark reddish-purple hair, with just a touch a silver at the roots, which the doctor liked to pretend didn’t exist, was worse than usual; somewhat long for a stallion, various sections stuck out at ridiculous angles, from spending the days in bed, his emerald eyes; normally sharp with wit and analysis, were soft and somewhat hazy, with just a touch of red around the outside, and his muzzle; though the color of his coat remained mostly unaffected, it’s deep blue, near black coloring faded to a red shine at his muzzle’s very tip, where his nose had grown raw and sore.

“Feels like your fever’s died down…” she withdrew her hoof, absently smoothing out the bed sheets as she did so, “you want me to fetch the thermometer?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he replied, “though I would very much appreciate a fresh glass of water, if you don’t mind.” He motioned towards the empty glass by the tissue box.

“Sure thing.” She picked up the glass in her magic, the soft green glow refracting oddly off the small beads of condensation that clung to the glass’ inner walls. In no real rush she made for the en suite, and the estates silence, muted with sickness, settled over them again.

She called back to him as she began to fill the cup at the sink,

“You want me to drop in an aspirin for you?”

“Might as well,” came his reply, then after a pause, “use one of the new ones, I’m still trying to work out how strong those are.”

She shook her head to herself, dropping a yellow tablet into the glass, she always worried about trying new remedies on themselves, and o ften, with good reason.

She examined herself in the mirror as she waited, watching as the pill began melting into a sort of goo, which almost immediately diffused into the water, leaving it faintly tinted. She adjusted her mane, removing her pink headband, and gently brushing the stray mint strands back behind her soft, cream colored ears, which twitched slightly at the distant sound of a ticking clock elsewhere within the estate. She looked herself in the eye, and, with her pupils shrunk in the well-lit bathroom, felt almost like she were staring into two glasses of dark, red wine. Satisfied, she scooped up the glass, and turned back the way she came.

As she trotted back into the bedroom, she noticed a look of contemplation upon the doctors’ face, and she could almost see the gears turning in his head. She passed the glass in front of him,

“Something good?”

“I think so,” he took it between his hooves, his mind still to hazy to use magic reliably, “I’ve been, shall we say, mulling something over in my mind…”

She raised an eyebrow, “Something to do with this ‘brilliant new idea’ of yours?”

“Precisely,” He took a sip from the glass, and began to splutter and cough, “(Cough-Cough)-Sweet Luna-(Cough-Cough-Cough)-ooooh, that was not-(Cough)-not friendly…”

Eager was on him in an instant, like a mother to her child, “Are you okay? What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

“Well,” he began, hoarsely, “It’s hardly what I’d call palatable.” And his weak grin assured her he was alright.

She backed away and there was a short silence, in which the doctor suffered another sneezing fit, and Eager passed him another tissue.

“Sorry… where… where was I?” he asked, grimacing as he took another sip.

“This big idea you’ve been contemplating?”

“Ah, yes, big idea! The big picture, the big… uh… big shebang, the big- err… big…”

“Reveal?”

“Reveal, sure, why not. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I’ve finally got it.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Got what?”

“Got what, what?”

“The thing you’ve been thinking about.”

“Ah-! Yes, the big-err…uh…”

“Big idea?”

“Idea? Yeah, yeah, that… um…” he paused a moment, mouthing silent syllables, “S...sorry... I'm just sort of... struggling to... uh..." he stopped again, and seemed to begin thinking something over, "Say, do you have the, uh... the thing…? For the… the thing?”

“What thing, for what thing?”

“You know, the thing for the uh…” he held up the glass

“For the new pill?”

“Yeah, the thing, where you put the things that can happen?”

“The medical notes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in concern, a slight tinge of worry creeping into her voice

“No, no, the thing where it does it right, but there’s other… things…”

“The... side effect list?”

“Yeah! Those… that…”

“It’s in the other room.” her worry increased,

“It… what?”

“In the… the bathroom? With the bottle?”

“Yeah… g-go… uh… get… get…” He waved a hoof weakly

She reached out with her magic, bringing the small pad of paper and pencil that went along with the hoof-labeled black bottle before her.

She touched the pencil to the pad, “What am I writing?”

“S-sor…ry, wha…?”

“What do you want me to put? What side effect?”

“Y… ye…” he held up a hoof, in a ‘wait, hold on’ sort of manner, his words became slurred, as though it were the first time he’d ever used his mouth, “avv… avvva, av-av-aaafff… ay… aphaaaza…?” Eager scribbled hastily on the pad, the doctor shook his head, Eager crossed out what she'd written, “Nuh-no… aphaa-a-asssssya… aaaphaaseeuh…. aapphhaassiiaaaa…”

“Aphasia?”

The doctor nodded smartly, making sort of satisfied noises and half syllables

“Do you… want me to get something for it?”

He shook his head, “nuh, juss… is…” he made a motion with a hoof, gesturing at the lack of sound coming from his mouth, as though to say emphasize the obvious difficulty words had become to him.

“You sure?”

Again, he nodded, “ffine… iss…” he tapped his temple, “jusst, naa,” he repeated the previous gesture.

Again there was silence, and the doctor seemed to be concentrating very hard on something, and after a while, began to speak, slowly and awkwardly.

“The big… Idea, is… un-death…”