Frankenstein's (OR Mephesto's rather) Monster
Towelie made his way up the long drive to Mephesto Genetics Lab.
Once he arrived at the gate, he was greeted by a small mute man who creepily types in a code to let them both in.
"Is Mephesto here?" he asks, digging at the hem of his side. "I need to speak with him."
The mute man nods once, pointing with his eyes toward a room.
Towelie slowly opens the door, seeing some rather terrifying things in jars. "Dr. Mephesto, sir?"
Mephesto grins a scary grin. "And what might the new Mr. Marsh be needing from me today? I already bought my Tegridy this week!"
"I was hoping you might be able to help me with a thing.." Towelie sighs. "I want to be.. human."
"Human eh? How many asses do you want?" Mephesto rubs his chin as he thinks.
"Just one, the normal amount please." Towelie responds politely. "I.. I have money!"
"Does your husband know that you're doing this?" Mephesto asks, raising his brow.
Towelie stares down at his feet, "No.. I just think maybe.. people won't stare anymore. Randy would probably be happier if I weren't a towel."
Cut to Randy- Freaking out because his husband is missing.
"Stan, have you seen your step-dad?" Randy panics slamming the door open, paying zero attention to the rest of the room.
"No, dad. What's up?" Stan pulls the blanket over himself, hiding whoever it is he has under there from his father, who isn't paying attention enough to notice.
"I fell asleep in the barn and when I woke up he was gone!" Randy cries out. "Where would he have gone?!"
"I don't know, you guys just got married- did you fuck it up already?!" Shelly screams from her room, having heard the conversation.
"I don't think I did!" Randy panics again, throwing on shoes and a jacket- once more oblivious to the fact that he was only in his underwear.
"Thanks for distracting him Shelly!" Stan pulls the blanket aside and Kyle catches his breath.
"Dude.." He pants, "It's hot under your blanket."
"Whatever, you turds owe me." She rolls her eyes.
Randy hops into his truck and drives to Gerald's house, "Ger, I need your help.."
"Jesus Randy, where are your pants?!" Sheila exclaims.
"Huh?" Randy looks down, "Unimportant! Towelie is missing!"
"You need pants Randy, it's snowing.." Gerald rolls his eyes, always the mom-friend.
"I think I have some sweats in the truck." He responds, "Can you help me find him??"
"Well, where would he have gone?" Sheila asks, concerned for her husband's friend.
"That's just it! I have no idea.."
About an hour later he receives a call from his half-brother Jimbo. "Randy, I think.. I think we found Towelie."
"YOU THINK?!" Randy screeches, "He's a SENTIENT TOWEL!" he fumes, "You either DID or you DIDN'T!"
"Well.. we found someone outside of Mephesto Genetics Lab." Jimbo rolls his eyes.
"Mephest-" Randy fades as Ned pulls up with a passenger that isn't Jimbo.
"Towelie?" Randy worries..
"Mmmnn He was naked in the snow, he needs medical attentionnnmmm." Ned responds, noting that the man with the long periwinkle hair is completely knocked out.
"I.. Why would he-" Randy stares at the man, sobbing softly.. "I don't understand?"
Gerald and Stuart help Randy carry the naked man into the house, placing him near the fireplace and tossing a few blankets over him.
"What do I even say to him, if that really is him?" Randy shakes his head, trying to comprehend the situation.