MADE WITH LOVE AND SCIENCE : dottolone + mitya fanfiction | chapter 1
| TAGS : sfw / written by a non-native english speaker / domestic / healthy relationships / pantalone and dottore want a child out of their DNA / pantalome is a tease / dottore is in denial 😭
| first chapter of this work ! basically this is the earliest beginning . there’s more to come , soon you’ll see the parenting in its full glory <3
dottore’s lab is an inconsistent place. one time you come into a clean, sterile environment, and the other time it’s messy and possibly bloody. only the dim light of the lamps and the medical devices was present all the time. but today the lab was looking well - the doctor clearly tidied it up, since this was a very special occasion. pantalone has heard dottore saying something about “non-segment artificial human beings”, and even though he mentioned it very briefly, it was clear that he was working on something behind the scenes. and today was the day feofan would finally learn about what was going on in the laboratory.
walking through halls of the palace, he soon reached the long-awaited metal door. pantalone opened it, and immediately was hit with a sterile scent. woah, his partner must’ve been very dedicated to cleaning the place up. dottore was standing near a big machine, his body language suggesting that he was pretty nervous. the tapping of his foot against the floor, his crossed arms, all of that spoke better than the most experienced diplomat ever could’ve.
— zandik? good morning, i’m here.
pantalone smiled at the doctor, who himself greeted him with a nod.
— hello. i’m glad you came. the matter we’re about to discuss is… important. please, sit down.
dottore pointed at an armchair in front of him, and pantalone obliged. after a sigh, that seemed surprisingly anxious, he started to speak:
— you see, i have briefly touched on the subject of creating an artificial human, yet i never elaborated too strongly. you might remember that. and recently, i have been working on… fulfilling this idea, by preparing the resources and tech for it. but there’s something important i have to ask you, before i can even start.
feofan moved in his armchair, taking a more comfortable position. this is… interesting.
— …you see, this isn’t a segment. i wanted to try a different method of doing this. this human would be able to age and change, but still would have a very long life expectancy. they’re gonna be created in a way that is more similar to regular childbirth. that’s why THIS is here.
dottore placed his hand on the big machine, which pantalone had already noticed. it looked like a capsule, a tank filled with liquid and different wires floating around pointlessly, connected to nothing.
— this is an incubating capsule. it is used for growing a human being inside of it, and supporting its life until the moment it forms completely. it also allows the process to go much faster than if it was a regular fetus forming in a regular human body. however, a living creature cannot be formed by itself… so that’s why i’m asking you for help. i wanted to create a human that would inherit the best aspects of us, both mental and physical. and for that… i need your genetic material. i really do hope you don’t mind that request.
for a moment, feofan looks at zandik in silence. his expression stays unreadable, and even the doctor himself can’t help but feel tense. how will his partner answer? what if he’s gonna judge him? dottore felt like keeping his composure was becoming harder with every moment, until pantalone broke the silence with a chuckle.
— you’re asking me if i want us to have a child?
this really caught dottore off guard…
— that… that’s a very different thing.
— you want to make a human that will have our genes. at this rate i should be waiting until you start asking me to offer you money for a crib.
— quit it, feofan. you know this isn’t what i mean!
pantalone giggled once again, stopping this verbal onslaught he subjected dottore to. the regrator rose up from his chair, coming closer to the capsule the doctor introduced him to. dottore himself turned his gaze away, clearly embarrassed. that’s a very rare sight, even feofan, while being his partner, doesn’t usually see dottore in such state.
— …honestly. i don’t mind the idea. that sounds pretty interesting. - said pantalone - i’ve never been a parent, but i’ve… thought about it.
— you still treat this like parenthood. you’ve got the wrong idea…
— zandik. if you don’t want to call this thing “parenthood”, then don’t. but i’ll still like to take care of the human you’re about to create.
— why? you don’t treat my segments with such tenderness.
— your segments are fragments, dear. and even if they are technically the same person as you, they’re stuck in a permanent state of mind. you want to create a living, growing human that would be our continuation. that’s very different.
pantalone sighs. dottore is still treating this as an experiment, isn’t he? but if he cares so much about feofan himself, why won’t he feel the same about his child, even if they would be grown in a peculiar way?
— imagine a photocard, zandik. the person on it is static. they don’t move, grow or change. but the living person does. and that’s the difference between a segment and a growing human. you said so yourself - it’s just like a human kid, so of course i would treat it differently!
both men went silent for a moment, looking at the air bubbles that floated inside on the incubating capsule. deep inside, dottore knew that this would indeed be their child. admitting that is a hard thing, since it would be a sign of vulnerability. a tender wish to grow a child was the one he wasn’t ready to share fully. but at least… pantalone agreed.
dottore was the first to break the silence:
— let’s come back to this bickering later. the main thing is - you’re okay with this experiment, and i have your permission to start it. right?
they’ll figure things out.
— the genetic material is gathered and mixed together in an experimental way, in which a growing human being would inherit the genetic traits of both me and feofan veksel. the growing process has been started, and it would be faster than a regular one, since the capsule is built to speed it up. though there’s not much else to be written down, as the experiment has just begun. new info will be documented later.
NOTE : i still don’t believe that i’m actually doing this. however, i can’t help but feel eager to find out how will this go.
— the nervous and intestinal systems are beginning to form, as well as blood vessels. the newly-formed heart has started to beat. there hasn’t been any anomalies or problems with the development currently.
NOTE : the experiment is going smoother than i expected. feofan has started to come up to the lab more frequently, to look at the growing process with his own eyes. i cannot judge him - this is indeed fascinating.
— the growing fetus has formed its human shape. it is still quite small, which is expected for the time it has been growing. the needed internal organs are already beginning to take shape.
NOTE : pantalone has been mentioning buying something for the human that is being grown. he seems excited, but i think it’s too early for that…
— first hairs have started to grow on the baby’s head. it’s hard to see the colour clearly through the liquid, but it looks quite a lot like mine, mixed with a lavender shade. the genes definitely have mixed well. the most important thing is that it finally became clear what the child’s gender is, which is male.
NOTE : feofan is beyond elated. both of those news made him very happy, i literally found him looking through a book full of baby names! honestly, i am not sure if i know how to name the child, and i think i’ll have to leave this to the regrator himself. i think he’d know better.
— in such little time, the fetus has formed almost entirely. the capsule really did speed up the growth a lot. however, there’s still a way to go. since the vital signs are stable, i have decided to change the incubator settings to its most active ones. me and feofan have discussed it, and agreed on incubating the child until his physical age is around seven years old.
NOTE : well, there’s no way back now. in a few days, the incubation will be finished. guess now we could only wait.
— pantalone! come here, it’s an important matter...!
dottore yelled from the lab. the door was wide open, but no worries, nobody seemed to currently be in this wing of the building. thank archons, since what would happen is someone like sandrone or pulchinella walked by? feofan ran down the corridor, panting. man, he just came back from a meeting, and now the doctor needs him so badly?
feofan knows what’s the reason.
so he won’t keep zandik waiting.
the first thing pantalone saw after bashing in and accidentally hitting his shoulder against the metal door was a hospital bed, the one he was laying on too frequently. but on it, he saw a child, covered by a white blanket. but right next to him, there was dottore, trying to help him take a breath.
— please. open your mouth and breathe, you’re supposed to know how to do it…
zandik’s voice was surprisingly full of worry. he doesn’t usually care about his experiments that much, but in this case, he was genuinely anxious. while he was trying to press down on the kid’s chest, pantalone froze.
they didn’t spend months for nothing. pantalone didn’t prepare himself for nothing. it’s their child, who can’t just leave them before he is even born. right?
the worry took over him, until… he heard a loud cough.
the kid on the hospital bed squirmed a little, because how strong his coughing was. dottore sighed with relief.
— the liquid… he had some of it in his throat and lungs. but he should be okay now…
pantalone came closer and looked at the “newborn” child. his eyes were watering, but he managed to open them. they were… purple. a lavender shade, just like feofan’s. and then the fear left his body, leaving only admiration. the boy’s hair was like dottore’s, but a bit more blueish, just like he expected it to be. and the boy’s eyes were just his. just like his dad’s.
— hello… hello, little one! - pantalone said, with tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
— don’t overwhelm him, he just got here. - dottore cut him off, though without any anger - phew, i was worried that he wouldn’t breathe…
pantalone giggled, speaking in a way softer tone :
— did you hear it? our dear doctor was worried about you…
… even though the boy feofan was talking with just took his first breaths and has no idea where he is.
