episode 2 (2/7) [FanFic]

[Joseph Morreale]

"At last, after all this time, she's finally done!" Dr Stoopenstein
said excitedly. He was in his private laboratory,his lucky lab coat and
trademark lab glasses on. "Now I need one more thing..." He wandered off to the
wall with the cabinets and shelves and began fishing through the jars and
bottles.
"No, not that one," he mumbled to himself. "That's not it either."
Behind him was a massive ammount of strange
mechanical devices. Of particular note was a huge machine that resembled a ray
gun of some sort. It was ringed with golden bars and there was a spherical
piece of metal at the end of it's conical barrel. It was mounted on two massive
stands that hummed with energy, and it was pointed directly at the laboratory
table, and what lay on it.
Covered from the coller down by a white sheet was a strange, almost
eerie individual. She was dressed in a nurse's cap, had bright orange hair, and
her face had numerous stitches covering it. Two electro-prods stuck out of her
neck and had wires attached to them at the moment. She was apparently very
tall, and she was strangely abstract, almost two-dimensional,but despite all of
this, she strangely resmbled nurse Heather Farley. She lay unmoving, her eyes
closed, and no breaths to give signs of life.
Finally Dr Stoopenstein said, "Aha! Here it is!" He plucked a can from
the furthest shelf and dusted it off. When the dust finally fell away, the
label could be read. It said,"Hot Cocoa Mix." The ratty haired doctor walked
over to his note table, where a hot pot of water waited, and he fixed himself a
mug of his favorite drink.
"This calls for a celebration!" he announced, though there was nobody
else in the room to celebrate with him. He raised the mug into the air. "To
Francis, the world's first man-made Anime. She shall be the eternal symbol that
man can create life, and will also be a beacon to the cause of eternal beauty
and life. I can already feel my nobel prize." Karl took a long swig from his
mug, and immediately dropped it, spitting and sputtering. "Too hot!" he yelled.
"Far too hot!"
His ranting was interrupted by a voice which murmured something
unintelligable. "Eh?" he said. "Who's there?"
"Ol cn." The voice was coming from Francis.
"Can it be?" the doctor said in astonishment. "Has she attained life so
soon? Oh, this is even better than I had
hoped!" He ran over to her, removing the wires from her neck prods, saying,
"Speak to me, Francis. Speak to daddy!"
"Ol cn!" she repeated. Her eyes had opened, and she was very frustrated
apparently.
"What?" Karl leaned closer so he could hear her better.
Francis' arm stiffly moved up and grasped Dr
Stoopenstein by the hair and pulled him up as she suddely became very loose
just long enough for her to yell "Oil can, you
moron!!" just before she fell back on the table, as stiffly as before.
"Eh? Oil can?" Karl said. Suddenly his face brightened. "Ah! I
understand!" He dashed off to a huge pile of junk and began to fish through it
for a long while. Finally he emerged with the requested item and moved in to
apply it to her. Before he could squeeze one drop ot, however, she knocked it
from his hand and pointed. He followed her finger to another shelf, where
resing there in complete isolation was a can of oil paints. Understanding
finally dawned in the doctor's thick skull, and he took the can from its shelf
and began to pour the paints into it. Then he brought the can over to her.
Francis had by this time lifted herself to a relatively upright
position and she took the can from him in one fluid motion, though she was
still quite stiff. She took a long drink from the can, and as she did so, she
changed. Her edges became smoother, and she became brighter in color. Her
movements
became less jerky, and she sighed with relief. "For a minute there, I thought
I'd been made by Hanna-Barbara." she said.
Dr Stoopenstein was leaping up and down with excitement. "She's alive!
She's alive and she's beautiful! I'm a genius!"
"Yeah, right, Nimrod. Who are you really?" Francis said as she swung
herself off the table. Her voice had suddenly
developed a thick New York moll accent, and she regarded the doctor with a
bored expression.
"Who, me?" Karl said, surprised. "Why, I am Dr Karl von Stoopenstein,
MD, PhD, VD. It was I who brought you to life."
"Yeah, okay, fine. Thanks. Now, where are all the cute guys?" She
smoothed out the folds in her nurse's gown and
checked herself over. "Say, I have nice legs. I've got a pretty good figure,
too. And, wow, check out these-"
"Francis! You are the very first man-made creation of the perfection of
eternal beauty!" Karl said, he was practically shivering with excitement.
"Don't you know what this means?"
"Yeah, it means I'm going to take advantage of this eternal beauty and
see what I can't 'come up' with." She was looking around the lab. "This is all
wrong. The room has no ambiance, and the decor is just terrible. I'm gonna have
to find some other place."
"No! No, I need you to stay right there. I need to take a photograph to
preserve this moment for posterity! I'll be right back!" He dove back into his
pile of junk and began to hunt for his camera.
Francis watched him for just a moment before she started to edge away
from the table. The doctor was still buried in the junk pile when he poked his
head out and said, "Francis?" The newly born creation was nowhere to be found.