Page 29 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

When all is said and done, maybe I am a little crazy. But damn if it wasn’t worth the ride.

XOXO – Roxy

Six months later Roxy and Acid settled into lives away from the turmoil of fighting off loan sharks and building an army of monster minions. Except for Donnie, all the reanimated monsters were given new lives. Once given the chance it didn’t seem Donnie had any ambition outside of being a miserable cuss, so after reanimating him they tipped off the feds to his dirty dealings and murderous lifestyle and he was arrested for racketeering and trafficking.

It was easy fixing the rest of the thugs. All Roxy did was ask them what they would have wanted to change about their lives if they weren’t murderous criminals, and each one shared the dreams of what theysaw for themselves. From singing in the opera to becoming firefighters, her monster creations were becoming useful members of society.

As for the horror couple, they were finally free to live the life of the undead in ways they never imagined. He was a budding celebrity while she focused her genius on fighting for monster rights and practicing her science in the underground.

But tonight was special. A night where monsters thrived, in the spotlight of the stage and screen.

The bustling energy of the horror convention was what dreams were made of for a buzzworthy couple of monster fandom. Colorful booths filled with horror memorabilia, costume fans, and an array of monstrous creations filled the exhibition hall. But the real talk of the town was the hottest couple in Frank-n-lore.

Roxy, in a stylish black outfit adorned with skull-themed accessories, stood beside Acid who had started to pick up on her punk rock vibe, forgoing his typical stuffy suit. The two of them were a dynamic duo of anarchy, drawing attention wherever they went.

“Acid, this is amazing!” she cooed, looking over a display of wax figures all showcasing her monsters. “I can’t believe how much the community has embraced our creations.”

“Who knew our little murder spree would turn into something so epic? It’s like we’re part of a twisted family and the world thinks it was just part of a movie.” After pulling her close, he added, “But at least people are starting to accept us. Life is going to be different now. You gave Frankie’s a second chance. You gave me a second chance.”

As they moved through the crowd, their creations were strewn about the event, enjoying the attention of fans as many showed off their talents in various booths. The most adorable among them was Trevor and his booth of carnivorous plants and ghoulish florals. As the couple passed he extended a wave and a black rose with a smile, as Roxy nodded her head in appreciation.

Each creature in attendance was unique, a reflection of the wild imagination and creativity they had poured into their new work.

As fans snapped photos with them, Roxy felt a swell of pride. “Look at them. They’ve become a part of the community. It’s incredible.”

“I’m surprised we managed to keep our little… attitude adjustment project under wraps. No one suspects a thing.”

She nodded. “But soon they’ll be free. I won’t stop until people see Frankie’s as real people. We may be undead, but our heart beats the same.”

“And it loves just as much,” he said, kissing her cheek. “And love is just what you deserve… Look, sweetheart.”

Her eyes followed in the direction he was pointing, and she spotted a familiar figure across the hall. Her heart raced as she caught sight of him. There he was, Doctor Malone, mingling with a group of fellow horror enthusiasts.

“Is it him? Is he free?”

“Yes, princess.”

“Daddy!” she cried, running across the hall.

Doctor Malone turned, his smile brightening as he opened his arms to greet her. “Roxy!”

When she reached his arms all she could do was hold on, crying tears of joy. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long. He was free, and so was her heart from all the pain. “I can’t believe you’re here. How did you get out?”

“A certain green ghoul pulled a few strings with the president and got my pardon.”

Acid stepped forward, nervously greeting his creator. “Hey, Doc. Good to see you again.”

Doctor Malone turned to Acid with a kind smile. “Hello, Acid. Seems you found your picture-perfect princess after all. Didn’t I warn you to stay away from my daughter or I’d de-animate you?” He laughed.

“Something like that. You know me. I always liked a bad girl.”

Pulling him into a hug, the doctor let out a breath of relief. “I’m glad you didn’t listen.”

“So, Dad, do you think you can handle a monster for a son-in-law?” she pulled her fiancé to her side, showing off the ring.

“Believe me, I think I can handle a few monsters,” Doctor Malone replied, shaking Acid’s hand firmly. “Just keep my daughter safe, all right? No more murder sprees to wipe out dangerous crime bosses.”

“I think I can agree to that. So long as she doesn’t get in any more trouble.”

When a guy walked past shoving her dad out of the way, the intrusive thoughts slinked in as a devilish curl of her lips said the trouble was just what she was thinking.

Roxy slipped the switchblade from her top, ready to cause some chaos. “I like trouble.”

“Oh no, you don’t, princess. Let’s leave the blood bath ballet to the big screen.” Placing his hand over hers, Acid shook his head.

“Don’t interrupt science, Acid. Dead or alive, it’s all just part of the dance.”

“You truly are crazy, you know that?”

“And you love crazy.”

The End