"...if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends."
That's what Vic Frankenstein's creation said to him when he was trying to negotiate a companion for himself. See, the wretch felt so completely and utterly alone in this world that he would threaten his creator to relieve him that empty, swollen pain.
The creation was an island unto himself. There was no one like him in this world and Frankenstein could have changed that. But the doctor was afraid.
The doctor ran through all the excuses: how could he afford it? Feeding one creation was hard enough. Won't the age gap be too great? Will the first creation and the second even have a strong relationship? There's no room in the castle for one more monster! What is everyone thinking? Willingly repeat all the work that went into the first? Teach the Monster Stomp all over again? Labor over all the super-hero names for the second time? It would mean another bedtime ditty, another "Good Night Every-Item-In-The-House," another R2-D2 Halloween costume, another 200 hours doing puzzles, another Twitter nickname, another forty picture frames, milk....so much milk, keeping the Princesses straight, please-and-thank you, "The Map, The Map!", rubber duckies, crayons.
All too daunting. It was just too much.
But the first was alone in the universe. No one to empathize with their unique situation.
Trying to keep your friends out of the maw of death was a pretty strong motivator. But still there remained doubt.
What if the doctor messed up? It's a delicate thing! Best not to try. Can't we just leave well enough alone?
"No. There is another." -Yoda
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