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Thankfully, there were no more steps for Barth to put up with, a rickety, caged "lift" bringing them into one of the towers where the "guest rooms" supposedly were. The decor was minimal, as were the furnishings, but there was a wooden bed for each of them, stuffed with straw. 'Modest' was putting it politely. The view, at least, spread all the way across the city and beyond. On a clear night, one had to wonder if you could see all the way back to Amityville.

It was a surprisingly short amount of time before the elevator down the stone hallway could be heard clattering it's way up to fetch them again.

Barth's entire opinion of the castle went up about a thousand notches at the lift. When he had a castle, there would be lifts everywhere. He loved lifts. Lifts were his second-favorite objects in the entire world. The first favorite, of course, being beds.

The moment they arrived at the tower, he couldn't register the view, or what Calder was saying, or the rest of it, he just dropped face-down into the straw mattress and stayed there.

The groan was nothing for him to be concerned about at first, considering he had been waiting for Frederik to make some noise since they had arrived. It sounded very familiar, but seeing as he never had another Igor to compare his friend to, he was starting to assume they all grunted and moaned in the same fashion. That and it only confirmed that Frederik was very male and nothing close to a Fredericka instead.

Rubbing his eye, he wondered how nice it would be to sleep tonight, but that in no way meant he wasn't excited now. The mansion was massive and seeing as he just met Christof's creator, he had many questions to ask him.

When he moved ahead, hooves softened by the carpet, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of something strange yet familiar. While the outside was different, the very core of the face was, in most respects, Christof. Among long limbs, a bigger build, and much bigger arms, Christof looked ready to topple!

"Christof!" Rushing over, he held out his hands, but wasn't sure about touching this new body the way he was used to. Did he still hurt? Was he still tender? Was it right to hold him up a bit? He offered his arms out for assistance to balance. The smell was also a bit new, now made of recent parts, and he felt a bit off from being so close to someone that smelled like a stranger to his senses. Still undead, but he'd have to memorize this smell again. "Are you okay? I was worried. Shouldn't you be in bed after this? Do you need help??"

The hunchback gave a tight noise in his throat as he shied away from Calder, his stitches still red, hair longer and falling in his face as he tried to wrap his limbs around himself- it seemed one of the newer ones was a bit tricky to handle so far, nearly scratching his face with it's claws as he did so, and settled for trying to wobble unsteadily to his feet, motioning urgently to the lift. What clothes he had owned wouldn't fit him anymore, that much was for certain, and his trousers only just barely did their job, torn from the knee down to encompass his..... growth spurt. He didn't meet either of them in the eye just yet, motioning again and again like a Good Igor.

Whatever it was Dr. Fell had been doing to him, it seemed he had come to some sort of abrupt stop in experimentation at the sight of Christof's friends. It was Good Enough for Company, he had figured. And so the hunchback had been patched back together and sent up, it would seem.

Barth got up amenably enough, still fighting of the last stranglehold of sleep with about as much ardor as could be expected, and made one slow stretch before moving just as slowly to the lift.

"Aren't being kicked out already, are we?" Barth asked.

"So I gathered," Barth said. His suit was still crinkly from disinfectant. He purposefully minimized Christof's warning. "We're not in any danger of stairs, anyway. These lifts are marvelous."

He had come for a reason, and he intended to meet Fell properly. And not die, he was very determined not to do that either.

"Go?! But we just got here. We spent days to come and visit you." Calder was very upset that after all the time to come here, after all his excitement to see his friend and his home, he was being sent away! It certainly wasn't very hospitable. Pouting, he got into the lousy lift and looked at the Igor. "Why isn't it safe? Nothin bad is happening. I even drank some nasty stuff that wasn't poison. Why is it safe for you and not us?' If something dangerous was about to happen, Calder wanted to protect his friends. "I'm just as strong as you are. You're not the only one that grew. I even traveled to Amityville by myself." He was an adult and didn't appreciate this treatment. "If something is going to hurt us, you wont stand a chance with how you are right now. You should be resting."

"I was under the impression that we were invited," Barth said, "But it is now evident that was not the case."

Christof's use of his new parts seemed...sporadic. Barth could not figure out what good the very tiny wing would do, if any.

"I'm err, glad to see you, any way."

"Not-Dad," The hunchback signed, mouth twitching at the edges as he pulled as well, the arm coming free with a metallic scraping noise. The elevator rumbled to a stop, and he shifted to quickly unlock and open the door for them. Brows knit, he glanced down the hallway as though making sure the coast was clear, "Need-to-go," He signed again hurriedly, stepping out on unsteady feet. It only took a few steps, though, before his head was lowered, three arms engulfing it as he gave a frantic whine.

Master had commanded. He had to obey, he had to, he had no choice. Wobbling still and not because of so many New Parts, but something deeper and more troubling, he changed direction, limping down another fork in the hall towards light stretching out from a tall doorway not too far away.