“So you’ve built a reflective surface where you can see yourself, but I can’t see myself in it?”

“Well we’ve got to trap a ghost in it first”

“First?what do we do after that?”

“After that we’ve got to let it possess one of us”. He pointed towards himself and began gathering a multitude of strange tools.

“Then after it possesses me you have to exercise it and seal it back into the mirror, simple right?”. He turned back into my direction and smiled.

“None of that sounds easy…why do you even want this?!”

“Well I was invited to a ball where the queen is supposed to be and I have no idea what to where. This way I can see how I look and compare and contrast which outfit is the best.”

“Why not have someone come and tell you which pair of clothes work best as you try them on?”

“Igor, you’ve worked for me for some time now and I think you know no one has quite a sense of style like me.”

“Dr. Is this … ethical?”

“Well they are a dead soul of someone who has yet to pass into the afterlife so not really.Try not to think about it though.”

Igor followed his master painfully thinking of all the ways this could possibly go wrong. Electrodes with sharp pincers protruded from their backpack as they walked to their mausoleum of choice. The stale air wreaked of despair.

“Desecrating corpses isn’t something we usually do Dr.”

“Well times change”.He laid out sticks of dynamite in front of him and sparked each one carefully before distancing himself. Detonating explosives was a routine part of their schemes ,but even as far as mad scientists go this was insane.

The stone entrance blew open revealing more than simply a single tomb. Layers proceeded further and further down into the earth. “Did i mention we’re raiding the royal morgue? How fun!”

As the staircase spiraled into dark corridors the two of them shuffled along. Neither of them speaking to each other. Anxiety made apparent the severity of their silly mission. Sconces lit bright and bold into the viewing area of the late kings grandfather.

Very few people have entered this room let alone know it exists. The casual desecration of entering this building made clear their disregard for that.

“Hugo give a cross from my backpack. You see it’s been blessed by the Vatican so we will definitely force the dead out of hiding.”Checking around each of them searched for their king in rotting armor.

“Dr. ? If that’s been blessed it must be extremely potent”

“The Vatican hardly measures the amount of blessings put into an item. They are too busy measuring the amount of cash we put in their pocket”

Hugo made a very disgusted face as he motioned around to make light of their actions. “Actively robbing a grave isn’t exactly Saint like behavior Dr.”

Victor laid the silver cross over the coffin of the long dead king. It lit up the room after rumbling and glowing with a dark viridian. The coffin began to shake violently but so did the others. The many graves flew off the walls and spectral figures circled around them.

Víctor Frankenstein quickly pulled out a strange electric rifle embedded with a religious insignia. Igor brandished a sword glimmering and creating its own light. “Im only here for one of you. So if you don’t wanna go to the after life in a puddle the rest of you better get out of my way”.