An Igor by Any Other Timeline Would be Just as Weird.

Igor didn't really notice the first few interstitial memories that leaked through, more bodies, more sewing, more Gorathian abominations what was really that different? Other Igor had gone into the family business of working for the inventors a little too over the line of madness while still a certain kind of genius. This Igor had leaned more into Necromancy than healing and being a general nuisance. Sure they were a little lonelier, working for the Mad in wartime keeps one busy though.
 
"Igor! I need more corpses, go check the farms again." The artificer of dead flesh and metal called out in the middle of assembling yet another beast of war.
"Yeth Mathter." Igor said sullenly for an Igor and took off into the night. This Igor stared up at the stars of Vesten not Eisen, working to keep Ruskovich at bay, the flesh and metal abominations powered by artifice, necromancy, and of course cheese and confection.
 
Igor makes their way out of the deep woods and trudges through the snow to a few different farms, spreading the materials runs around to seem more like a harmless weirdo topping off for the other side of winter. The family lessons had always served Igors well in avoiding the torches and pitchforks just moments before they arrived. Several purchases later and they returned to the Master with more materials for the newest creation. A montage of cutting sewing and welding passes as Igor and the Master assemble the newest in Gorathian war machines, it ends of course in a near perfect recreation of the creation of the creature in Frankenstein including a madly shouted "It's ALIVE! ALLIIIIVVVEEE!!!" There is a loud almost metallic "HONK!" from five heads as the meat and metal Honkdra rises from the slab and takes flight.