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So the other day Kuhn offered to let the Embryon go to his homeworld. This drabble proceeded to pop into my head. CONTAINS SPOILERS for DDS2
The last thing Kuhn expected when he logged out of the World, and opened his eyes to his very ordinary apartment, was seven babies. In gigantic lotus blossoms that Kuhn was fairly sure shouldn't be in an apartment where the only plant was a barely alive lucky bamboo and there wasn't an ounce of soil in it. And a cat, who somehow managed to look even more smugly wise than most cats.
Kuhn was at lost for words, and could only stare. "Um."
The babies were unimpressed with his eloquent words. Some of them started crying.
"Ah no don't cry! Um. I'm sure I can find your parents. If. You have parents that aren't lotus blossoms what the hell. Okay no swearing around the babies." He picked up the nearest crying one and jiggled it - no he, definitely he - tentatively. Babies liked that, right?
Okay judging by the way he bit his finger that one didn't. Didn't babies get their teeth later? Not that Kuhn knew how old they were admittedly. He put the bad tempered one back down between the similar looking boy and girl. Something about the three's hair vaguely reminded him of something, but at the moment. Once he was between the two of them, he stopped crying.
...Did babies normally have that much hair? He vaguely recalled seeing babies with much less hair before, but it's not like he paid much attention to them. But he was fairly sure that babies didn't usually have hair that long. Or that styled. Some of those styles were vaguely familiar...
He grabbed the table to support himself as the baby with the beaded braids started wailing. Only one person he'd ever met had that kind of hairstyle. "Cielo. When I said you could come back to my world, this was not what I had in mind.
Baby Cielo was vastly unimpressed with his meaningless mumbles, and continued wailing. Hungrily. The others joined in, until Kuhn had an entire chorus of wailing baby Embryon.
Kuhn grabbed a hold of himself firmly. He could freak out later. Let's see. Babies drank milk. Could baby demon cannibals drink human milk? Well, it's not like Kuhn could lactate, and he wasn't about to sacrifice an arm in the real world. He thought he had some whole-fat milk in the fridge that hadn't been there too long. Maybe that would tide them over, right? He didn't see the atma marks, so maybe that meant they weren't demons any more.
And if they were, maybe he could get them into the World and kill himself a few times. They were originally AIs, so maybe they could eat his character's corpse, right? As the baby wailing rose to a particularly shrill pitch, that didn't sound all that bad.
The last thing Kuhn expected when he logged out of the World, and opened his eyes to his very ordinary apartment, was seven babies. In gigantic lotus blossoms that Kuhn was fairly sure shouldn't be in an apartment where the only plant was a barely alive lucky bamboo and there wasn't an ounce of soil in it. And a cat, who somehow managed to look even more smugly wise than most cats.
Kuhn was at lost for words, and could only stare. "Um."
The babies were unimpressed with his eloquent words. Some of them started crying.
"Ah no don't cry! Um. I'm sure I can find your parents. If. You have parents that aren't lotus blossoms what the hell. Okay no swearing around the babies." He picked up the nearest crying one and jiggled it - no he, definitely he - tentatively. Babies liked that, right?
Okay judging by the way he bit his finger that one didn't. Didn't babies get their teeth later? Not that Kuhn knew how old they were admittedly. He put the bad tempered one back down between the similar looking boy and girl. Something about the three's hair vaguely reminded him of something, but at the moment. Once he was between the two of them, he stopped crying.
...Did babies normally have that much hair? He vaguely recalled seeing babies with much less hair before, but it's not like he paid much attention to them. But he was fairly sure that babies didn't usually have hair that long. Or that styled. Some of those styles were vaguely familiar...
He grabbed the table to support himself as the baby with the beaded braids started wailing. Only one person he'd ever met had that kind of hairstyle. "Cielo. When I said you could come back to my world, this was not what I had in mind.
Baby Cielo was vastly unimpressed with his meaningless mumbles, and continued wailing. Hungrily. The others joined in, until Kuhn had an entire chorus of wailing baby Embryon.
Kuhn grabbed a hold of himself firmly. He could freak out later. Let's see. Babies drank milk. Could baby demon cannibals drink human milk? Well, it's not like Kuhn could lactate, and he wasn't about to sacrifice an arm in the real world. He thought he had some whole-fat milk in the fridge that hadn't been there too long. Maybe that would tide them over, right? He didn't see the atma marks, so maybe that meant they weren't demons any more.
And if they were, maybe he could get them into the World and kill himself a few times. They were originally AIs, so maybe they could eat his character's corpse, right? As the baby wailing rose to a particularly shrill pitch, that didn't sound all that bad.