#segments x reader

He starts with the youngest 8. Since that boy is deeply in need of a friend but very antisocial, he creates the 11 year old of you. You told him you were still very playful at that age but already independent in most aspects. So he was certain that it was a good match. He was right. The moment the two met, it instantly clicked. 8 was serious for his age but still needy and somewhat helpless. His nose was always in a book, not paying attention to his surroundings. Before he would walk into things or forget his need to eat or take breaks. That's where 11!reader would come in handy. The taller girl would pull him on his sleeve or hold his hand while walking around. She would make him snack platters and call him for dinner. She was nice to him while he talked about his current interests and urged him to tell her more on the playground outside, which was rarely used before she came. The idea of a playground was the OG!Reader's idea. She hoped 8 would spend more time outside, but without a friend, it never happened. OG!Reader was happy the pair got along so well and was very doting on the two.

Next was 18. Dottore remembered when you told him that at 13, you questioned everything you knew, and by the time you were 16, you were very much radicalized and critical of the world and its systems. Dottore thought 18 and 16!Reader was a good idea. He was wrong. He forgot about his misogynistic ideologies he had in his mind at 18. It was a product of his loneliness and his inability to approach girls. He never acted out on them or openly stated them since he never had one to blame for his issues at that age, someone he deemed lower than him, that is. So when 18 met 16!Reader he thought he found the perfect victim. He was wrong, too. 16!Reader was fierce and violent in her words. She basically would shred him apart verbally with her intellect and wits. She couldn't stand him at all. His ignorance and arrogance made her want to puke, and she made her disdain of him very clear. You could only feel sorry for him, so OG!Reader would pull him aside when she had enough of the fights and occasional screaming fits. OG!Reader and 18 had a long talk, where she figured out his actual issues and worked with 18 through them. He didn't get everything from the get-go but that was okay. He could always seek out OG!Reader or any other older!Reader to ask questions about what he has done wrong this time. The needs for these talks got less and less as time moved on. And you could now see him reading classic feminist and anticapitalistic literature. You could also see small spots on 18 and 16!readers neck, which made you giggle and, of course, made you avoid their rooms when you heard loud music playing. Looks like Dottore didn't get the memo, though. Because you saw him walk into 18!'s room without knocking followed quickly by a "GET OUT MAN" "WTF DUDE". These teenagers would be the death of him surely.

Now to 25. He was a proper young man now, fully focused on his research and other scientific topics. He doesn't have time for romance or friendships and spends his time alone in solitude. He doesn't mind it, and there is no anger like 18 had. He fully made peace with this lifestyle and is very content with it. Dottore asked you what age would fit 25 best. You smiled and said 22 with no further explanation. You were so confident that Dottore immediately got to work with no questions asked. And now that he sees 25 and 22!Reader, he absolutely understands why. 22!Reader was a gentle thing, a bit meek in personality but still bright nonetheless. They fitted perfectly together. 25 saw 22!Reader as a great enrichment in his life. They had pleasant conversations, and while he offered her stability and confidence in compliments, she gave him affection and admiration in return. It didn't take long for them to move out into their own apartment, where 25 would continue to work on his research and support 22!Reader to continue their university education. It turned out, as OG!Reader explained to Dottore, that 22!Reader had been burned out a while ago. The cause was her boyfriend she had at 19, who was no good. He used her in selfish ways. He made her complete his studies and work on projects where he would only write down his own name. He isolated her from friends while he continued to spend time with his and other girls, completely downplaying her concerns and needs and making her look like the crazy one. Dottore wished to build a time machine to kill that fucker himself.

Now to the hardest part. 65. That man was so bitter and grumpy, Dottore wasn't sure that giving him his own reader would even work. But he sat all hope for 50!Reader. Dottore has outdone himself with her. He had to look into the future for 50!Reader and made her how he was sure she would turn into that age. Luckily, 65 was smitten with her. She was still in blossom of life, beautiful and aged like fine wine. She had an amazing, fun-loving personality and humor that melted 65 stoic demeanor. (Think of her like Gloria from modern family or aunt May from TH!Spiderman and him like Jay from Modern Family or grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls). He was so mean before he met her. Always picking on the youngest segments and ruining everyones moods with his negativity and selfishness. That changed when she came around. She always made sure to keep him incheck and would apologize for his harsh behavior that would occasionally still slip out. It wasn't simply for the men in his age who would shoot him envious glares when he would show his younger spouse off, who the years have also treated kindly. It was because he even liked himself more with her (like everyone else did), that he made sure she was always close by. (He would still make people trip over his walking crane, especially 45 who would eye his Reader like a hungry animal).

It seemed like Dottore’s plan worked in the end! Or so he thought. It didn't take long for 50!Reader to fall into the habit of planning dinners and her so-called "family gatherings" which his significant other would force him to participate in. Always with the kids, who still lived at their home. He once suggested that kicking the annoying brats out, but you glared at him and threatened to kick him out if he ever suggested it again. Those were your babies! And you actually loved the idea of having a family like this with him, with something similar to grandparents you could visit with your own bundles of joy and also made sure to invite the two love birds that had their own nest away from home. Since you were so happy and Dottore could never deny you a wish, he played along. And so did his segments to make their own halfs happy.

In retrospect, you should have listened to Sohreh when she first told you about the guy

‘He's handsome’ she gushed to you as the two of you promenaded the steep inclines of the lower parts of the Akedemia as the sun started to dip, it was already late, far too late for you to still be out and about. Losing track of time at the newest tavern within the overgrowth of the divine tree with the excited red-haired woman beside you ‘not like, handsome handsome- more like… cutesy handsome!’

‘you're calling this grown man… cutesy' you eye her with a look of amusement ‘how’d he take it’

‘psh- he'd probably combust if I did say that to his face.’ she laughs ‘I wouldn't actually say it to his face, he's not bad- its just we don't have much common ground’

she took your arm and sighed ‘hes smart though, insanely so’

‘He's the first multi darshan student from the desert, right?’

she hummed positively ‘So you can see why im so excited to be able to do a joint project with him.’ She lights up when you both pass a dimly lit stall, pulling you aside to begin waiting in line ‘you should join us on our next expedition! He won't be back until after his current thesis is complete, something about research for that God named Deshret by one of the pyramids’

‘I think they call him King Deshret, actually’ All you could do in response is laugh at her suggestion. After all, the Akedemia was never a sanctuary for you in the first place.

not with the students, dressed in their straight cut uniforms, soft features, and looking like they'd never taken a step outside of the school they'd worshipped

out of all the things for them to stare so judgementally for - you'd never thought it'd be because of the golden lyre on your hip and a book not meant for education in hand

to live in Sumeru yet not pursue the said wisdom the nation beheld

blasphemous (heretic)

‘What's even this mysterious students’ name?’ You question her when she turns back from the vendor, candied Ajilenkah nuts acquired

‘oh, I didn't say? it's-’

“Zandik.” The short curly, dusty pasteled haired man muttered, a suspicious glare held over the edge of the numerous tombs in his arms, he had a lisp and when you perk up at the name he shrinks, licking his chapped lips. a nervous quirk you could spot from a mile away ‘were those teeth of his pointed?’

“Zandik Sneznavich…” your eyes flicker up from his mouth back up to his narrowed crimson eyes

you're quiet as you continue staring at him, the guy- Zandik, growing increasingly more uncomfortable

“Look. I know how to scan through the books myself” he growls out lowly “just let me through so I can-”

“You're the cute boy.” you blurt out loud so suddenly, head tilting as you finally recognise the name “Sohrehs’ told me about you. nice to meet you, Zandik.”

he freezes, body growing rigid and his head snapping up to yours as his face grows dark and he jerks away from you almost offended

“wh- Sohreh?” he splutters “what are you talking about?”

“yeah, you definitely sound like the guy she mentioned, kinda awkward but handsome, you're her partner in Amurta, no?” you hold out your hands “let me take those”

he looks at you blankly, still shell shocked before he's tentatively handing over the pile and watching you flip open the tomes to their backs, scribbling down the books code into your log

‘ding’

“She thinks I'm cute?” he blurts out

your eyes flicker up, instead of a flushed expression you expect to see when someone hears they being called cute his face is twisted into a grimace of a barely hidden look of disgust, a tiny glimmer of fear in his ruby eyes albeit smothered with doubt

“Wow.” You say dryly “you don't have to look that off put by it.”

‘ding.’

he rolls his eyes awkwardly, lifting his palm to cover his mouth, angling his face away “maybe she should have thought twice about making the joke”

you raise a brow “...joke?”

‘ding.’

you ring up the last book, neatening the stack before sliding it over

“Yes.” he hisses, snatching them, though he almost topples over due to the speed he grabs them by “honestly- cruel jokes about the physical attributes of your associates are in poor taste. especially one she has to work with on a day to day basis.”

his attitude, his aura- you couldn't help but emit a soft laugh at his attempts at covering the embarrassment that seeps from his blocked pores, furthering his look of insecurity

“no!” you hold up your hand, ignoring the small flinch he gives “no- I mean it, you are cute.”

you look him over again and smile “besides wouldn't you think it'd be hard for me to pick you out from the hundreds of students that come through just by the descriptor of ‘cute?’”

he searches your face for any hint of deception, or any falsities but all he can see is your wandering eyes, relaxed demeanor and attractive smile

he chokes on his breath, cheeks warming

your grin widens “maybe i should call you just handsome instead? it fits”

“Goodbye.” You watch as he turns on his heels and speeds away from you and your desk. you snort when he bumps into a few students, stumbling back and barking at them to get out of his way

○-○

The books become abandoned on his bedside table. knelt by his bed, he buries his face into his hands.

“what a joke…” he grumbles, eyes rolling back as he recounts your first conversation.

he'd seen you before. rather- hed watched you roam the halls with an air of [what he thought was] arrogance. you held your head high despite the faculty having a clear distaste for you

he'd listened to your songs down at the tavern during the nights he'd thought back to his family, both the dearly departed and the one he'd been given in recent years.

he was old enough to shed himself of the house. too old to stick around in his opinion. He was not an operative [an eremite], he was a scholar, someone proper - someone decidingly not born to travel alongside them, he's someone to be chased away.

he deflates, wishing he could replay the day, maybe talk to you without making a fool of himself. or better yet, have you forget it entirely.

a sudden creak echoes from his door, causing him to lock up and fall back on his ass, blue hair puffing up like a cloud when his head turns. and like a rhinehorn doe under a beam of moonlight, he freezes

It looks like him.

he lifts a trembling hand, and it mimics his action with a wide uncanny grin. longer hair, an outfit from the Enkanomiyan age, a large arc hanging over its back

he it looked like a monster

Zandik stares dubiously at the mirror image in front of him, stock still as this thing circles him from behind. it looked like him, spoke like him but-

“Confused?” it says softly, leaning towards him with its back straight “I would be if i were you, oh wait-” it grins before whispering into his ear “I am.”

“I dont…” his voice cracks, embarrassed he turns from the figure to hide his face

“You don't need to say anything, Creator.” the thing says dryly “all you need to know, is not to trust. anyone.”

he listens and stays silent, rolling the sentence in his head

“The Akedemiya is not your ally. The Archon is not your ally.” he drops his head “The librarian… well...”

“Well?” Zandik snaps “are you going to tell me all they've said is-”

“true.” the figure chirps “the bard, the poet, the king - out of all of them, they're the only one left.”

Zandik scoffs “why should I even believe you.”

“You're right to doubt me, but when has this school ever helped you? truly helped you, Zandik?”

he looks down, contemplating the mimics’ words

“I don't have much time left here” he watches as their hand waves, a large tear forming behind him, it pats him on the shoulder “Farewell, Zandik. I truly hope you manage to find your way”

“Who are you.”

it merely grins, plucking a solitude feather from the plume on his left shoulder and tucking it into his hair

“A God.” it grins maliciously "Don't lose it- you wouldn't want to forget me, now do you?”

you scratch in another entry to your notes, then turn back to the lyre, restarting the soft tune and plucking at the strings

“you'd think you wouldn't be able to do that here.” You glance up to see Zandik's face, 6 months have quickly come and gone since that fateful meeting, and still, he's as quiet as ever when approaching your desk

“the booths fairly soundproof” you counter

“that's..” he glares at the lyre before back up at your face “not what i meant.”

“Are you going to report me, pretty boy?”

he turns rigid again, slamming his books onto the desk “Don't. Call me that, we've gone over this”

‘ding’

“I’m just telling you the truth” you counter with a smile reading the title of the next, ‘Liyuen Topography and landscapes’ “‘lost in the vague geography of words, where we find ourselves again’ or something along those lines”

he face tints darker, making your smile widen, lowering your gaze to focus on his books as he weakly protests with a “you're ridiculous.” Under his breath

“I think… you just don't like hearing nice things about yourself and you're the one who seems to recognise the prose.”

‘ding’

“or am I wrong?”

when you hear no response you look up, sliding his books back over but- “Zandik?”

your eyes flicker back and forth “he left. again” you huff. Glancing back at the abandoned books with a deflated grumble “great.”

○-○

“I don't know why you're willingly carrying them around every time he ditches you.” Sohreh says, prodding at the bulging backpack “you look like you're going on an expedition yourself!”

“He fled from the library, and I couldn't clock them back in” you groan, hands tight around the straps “not without his akasha…”

“you can just contact him with your own”

“You say that as if i have his terminal number”

“a shame.” she giggles, dancing around and stopping you in your path “mnn, If only one of us did, gaaasp, it looks like there is!” you raise a brow at her theatrics

“...and you'd just give me it”

“Well, yeah!” she shrugs “He said i could use it if i needed to get in contact about our project”

you narrow your eyes

“...and you could say those books are relevant to the parameter he’s set”

“you could get us in so much trouble for this” you mutter “sharing terminal data like this is banned you know, and Zandik seems like the type who would be willing to file a report”

she snorts “Him? no. he wouldn't report it.”

“really” you look doubtful

“you didn't hear it from me but…” she leans down and whispers into your ear, grasping at your arm to pull you in “He's a trouble maker- some of his personal projects don't exactly follow the Akedemia rules”

“That nerds’ a trouble maker?” The words don't feel like they fit all too nicely in your mouth

“kind of.” She says cheerily “teachers dont like him, sages dont like him- grand sage definitely doesn't like him. But he's made a name for himself here among students!”

she spreads her arms out, flexing “he acts all high and mighty, not wanting to interact with any of us but he's really an alright guy.”

you bat her away laughing

“last year, a few students and i surprised him with a cake! he was so taken aback” she laughs merrily “i think he even cried a little”

“Wow.” you look at her with mirth “i'll keep that in mind then. Give me his terminal number.”

she unhooks her terminal, and after a few moments, your own pings, and you nod in thanks

“I'll meet you at the house of Deana after my afternoon classes!” she skips ahead, waving goodbye, leaving you yourself

you wave back and quietly make your way to Puspa tavern, finding a booth and settling into a private corner. You nod to the owner and eye the small stage, there's a few other already in line to perform so instead you spend the time to enter in the new number

you smile as it connects, Zandik's name flashing in the corner of your eye.

you click his icon, a red dot pulsing. it connects after a few moments

“Hel-”

“Hey there, Pretty boy.” you call into the headset, a cheeky grin spreading onto your face when you hear him screech when the terminal suddenly cuts off

“...hello?”

○-○

he stares down in disbelief.

‘broken.’ he prods at the cracked case, electro wires and dendro casing sparking at the touch making him hiss in protest. sticking his pointer into his mouth to ease the sting if briefly

‘he-hey there pretty- pretty boy.’ he growls as the device repeats its last words. he kicks the scraps across his dorm, snatching his key card and storming out of his room

the door slams behind him as he stalks off to find you

‘The library’ he lifts his wrist, peering at his ratty old wrist watch and hisses under his breath ‘you're on the night shift tonight. You wouldn’t be there yet.’

he skips down the stairs of the dormitories, meshing into the streets and blending in with the crowd ‘downstairs?’ he only needs one glance to see the dense crowd to tell you're not down in the Zubayr theatre

‘the markets-’ no. he shakes his head immediately, your voice had come out clear, no infectious babbling from some old crone chatting into your ear about him or you.

‘The tavern?’ maybe. it had been quiet but not overtly so. and so he changed direction, speeding towards the half empty building. He spotted you immediately. Putting on an irritated look, he slams his hands down onto your table and hisses into your ear

“how did you get my terminal number.”

you perk up like a deaf dog at the sight of him, opening your arms and welcoming him with a smile while fully dimmissing his attitude “Zandik!” You cheer “you made it! sit, sit!”

he pulls a sour face until he sees his books piled in the corner of the booth

“my books…” he splutters

“you left them at the library earlier.” You grab the top one and hand it over “Sohreh let me have your number so i can return them. though you did cut me off before I could really say anything.” You eye the side of his head “where's your terminal?”

“I- you broke it.” he says quickly, slowly becoming embarrassed by his actions

“I broke it?” you raise a brow at him

“Yes. you did.” he's sticking to that lie

you don't seem too bothered by him pushing the blame onto you

“alright” you say cryptically “sit down.”

“what? no.” Zandik reaches over for the rest but you lightly slap his hand away

“You can have them after you have something to eat, skink.”

“are you blankmailing me” he frowns

“I'm not” you protest with a grin, "I'm paying you back.”

he squints down at you

“for breaking your akasha terminal, obviously.” You look over his shoulder and wave over the lost looking waiter, grabbing your number from the table and holding it out. He yelps as he's pushed into the booth by the waiter as he hobbles over and pushes trays onto the table, taking your number to confirm its contents.

Zandik stares startled at the movement, shuffling deeper in as the stranger plucks each of the plates off and centers them on the table

“feel free to dig in!” he cocks his head to the side

“what is all this” he utters weakly

“dinner.” you say with your mouth full, pinching off a decently sized piece of nan and scooping some of the butter chicken, holding it out to him “and breakfast tomorrow if we don't finish it all.”

he takes it from your hands dubiously, sneering down at the food “for all you know, i could be allergic”

“you’re not.” you state plainly “if you were you wouldn't be stealing my lunches from the shared room”

his cheeks flush. He grumbles and shoves the food into his mouth compliantly. chewing slowly to savour the flavours

all your words were true. sneaking bites from the numerous bags of food from random students from the communal room had been how he'd gotten away with living so easily if not frugally on his own. The hearth wouldn't sponsor him, but the credits and academic achievements would keep him housed away from the orphanage.

he'd also gotten in trouble not too long ago. Both you and Sohreh were present when he was reprimanded. when you subtly stepped to the side and dragged your fridge cubbie to the front for him to see, for him to find.

a silent allowance.

‘you'd made yourself comfortable’ he notes as he plucks off another bit of nan, dipping it into one of the few other dishes present ‘how loathsome.’

“I have no idea what you mean” he says just as cryptically. You laugh at his words

he stares at your lips ‘no one laughs at my jokes…’

“apart from holding my books hostage.” he utters “...what have you been up to?”

you smile happily, resting your chin on your palm.

○-○

your bob you head as you finish up for the night, a book slipping from your hand into its spot on a shelf. making your way down the locked ladder back to the solid ground, it's not difficult to become giddy at the prospect of seeing Zandik again.

you've finally accepted to join him and Sohreh on one of their expeditions.

saying they ‘needed muscle', at least that was what Zandik muttered under his breath as Sohreh happily clapped

‘Zandik wont let me hire the Eremites’ that're in town for protection!’ she cries dramatically ‘they even had a discount for cute girls like me’

‘And am I any better?’ you questioned half heartedly gesturing to yourself ‘I'm hardly a warrior.’

‘Yeah, but look at Zandik’ she pokes him in the side, a sad expression painted on her face ‘can you see him going against anything bigger than an aranara?’

he bats her away with a huff ‘I'll have you know I’ve dissected things larger than you when I was a child.’

‘Doubtful.’ she quips

'Doubtful.' he retorts in a high pitched voice mocking her

The library was far from empty, private rooms littered along the rooms were sealed as numerous students filled the spaces to ready themselves for the upcoming exams. Soundproofed to the best of their ability for such an echoey corridor

but for you, the poor solitude librarian. It was time to pack up and head home. with your bag in hand and lights lowered you head for the doors

“Just a moment!” you pause at the soft voice, head arched behind you. you raise a brow at the empty space before your gaze drops to see a little girl.

you frown and look around suspiciously ‘a little girl?’ she looked dirty, panic stricken and a little beaten

you kneel immediately as she runs up to you, she almost trips on the way “c-can you help me?” she whispers

you look her over and nod hesitantly. she looks frail and tiny, it takes you a second to respond verbally, more concerned with how she got in and how long she'd been wandering the halls

“Are you alright kid?” you say gently, lifting a hand to brush the hair from her forehead and noting how she briefly retracts from your touch, then melts when your skin touches hers. There's a faint hum coming from her, her pudgy fingers grabbing yours desperately ‘she acts just like him.’

“how did you get in?” you question softly.

“please” she mutters “we need to leave, it’s not safe in here, the guards will hurt me”

you frown but gesture to pick her up regardless. She, unlike you, doesn't hesitate, willingly climbing into your arms the moment you offer it.

She was scarily light. bundling up your coat, you drape it around her form and speed out of the hall, “Are you lost?” You murmur, using a hand to press your akasha to the door in order to be let out “Where's home kid?”

She stays quiet, picking at the old matted fur on your jacket, a gift from Zandik.

“here.” she respond quieter “please don't let them take me back, i don't wanna go back.”

you look down at her doubtfully, but don't comment on it “are you one of the sages’ kids?”

she shakes her head

“... A student?”

It wasn't unheard of someone looking this young becoming a student, but even looking at her- no uniform, barefoot. there was no way those pompous asses would let her into the lecture hall if they even attempted to ban you because of the lyre on your hip.

she shakes her head again, burying herself into your stomach whenever you pass one of the guards, you nod to them, a familiar routine after the night shifts.

“well… I'm not sure what you want me to do.” you say to her once the guard is out of earshot "There's a traveling merchant group? they're a local tribe, I can give you off to them, they're known for taking in lost kids.”

she shakes her head more adamantly “I can't leave the divine tree.”

your purse your lips

“Can I stay with you?”

“no.” you say flatly “i'm…” your brow creases, a headache forming. you trip over your own feet, pausing to gain your footing “I don't even know why i picked you up. Why did I do that?”

she grabs your face, the tips of her fingers glowing green. flowers illuminating in her irises “im sorry.” she whispers “please, take me home.”

you stare down at her silently. arms tightening around her and heading forwards once more. head in nothing more than a hazy state.

○-○

‘Knock, knock’

Zandik jumps at the sound of knocking on his dorm room door. He stares at it for a moment. Turning back to his book and electing to ignore the midnight disturbance.

‘Thump!’ he groans, dropping his book onto his bed and unfurling himself from his covers. ‘Thump! Thump!’

“I'm coming!” he yells over the increased noise at his door, fumbling to pull on his socks and stumbling over to the entry, unlocking the knob and throwing it open with an unimpressed look on his face. It quickly turns to surprise then worry when he sees you stumble forth, eyes half lidded.

“what are you doing here so laaaa-” his voice trails off when his red eyes drop to the thing attached to your stomach “what is that.”

you push past him quietly, entering his room and heading for his bed

“h-hey!” he squeaks, slamming the door closed with his foot and running for his covers, stopping you from getting any closer to the crux of his mess, covering his book and leading you to the table and chair set he'd brought not too long ago for your study dates

he eyes you with concern, a spike of fear flickering onto his face when you don't respond to his push and pulls

“Hello?” he tried again. no response.

he drops his crimson eyes to the girl once more, looking her over with scrutiny “what did you do, brat.”

she frowns at him, looking up to you instead “I told you to take me home.”

“we are.” you say emotionlessly. Zandik recoils at the way you sound.

“but..” she trails off

your gaze lifts to land on Zandik “Home.”

he feels his cheeks flood with blood at your candid admission. the girl frowns, however, finger poking at her own cheek

“hmmn.” she looks at him dubiously “You're his home?”

“me?” he sneers. “Don't look at me like that, what have you done to my-” ‘boyfriend.’ is the first thing he wants to say. but he stops himself, “to my… friend.”

“He's helping me.” she mutters “he's safe.”

“Well he doesn't want to help you anymore” he growls, reaching to prune her off of you "you're clearly not- urgh- not a good influence.”

Sadly for him, he's just as weak, thin arms unable to hook underneath of her own nor is he a match for your own stature because you're not letting her go. He huffs backing away briefly.

“who even are you?” he asks incredulously "I've never seen you around.”

she looks away

“and you don't look to be some poor rat that he picked up off the street either, your clothes radiate elemental resonance” he growls out becoming irritated at your lack of consciousness, irritated at this stranger's falsified appearance and her insistence to stick to you like a leech

he'd learned from hours of pouring his time into researching King Deshrets’ temples to be able to tell a mirage from just a look.

“Well?”

“The Akedemiya has been keeping me prisoner” she finally admits “he was the first person I could find”

his blood goes cold “what?” he whispers

“I-” she stutters, “the doors were locked. and I couldn't get through them”

his eyes slowly lift to the pulsing akasha terminal attached to your ear

“-so when i saw him going to the exit-”

“you idiot.” he whispers

she flinches harshly at the name

“You idiot!” he screeches, reaching to tear the device from your ear, tossing it to the floor and stamping onto it “do you know what you've just done, brat!”

the girl cries out as he brute forces himself between the two of you, finally separating her hold on you. She drops to the floor in a lump, a pained yelp falling from her lips and you tip forward toward him, he grunts as he catches you, trembling at your weight but managing to drag you to his bed.

“what do you mean” she says scared

“The akasha records everything. even without your permission, " he hisses, eyes snapping to hers ablaze “you fool. do you know what you've just-”

a loud piercing noise shoots into his skull. His hands fly to his ears. He drops to his knees and curls into a ball on the floor. In an instant he feels his emotions drain from his body, his body going lax.

he lays pliantly on his dorm room floor, eyes cracked open. that girl is crying, pushing at his shoulder with tears in her eyes.

It's so blurry. He feels so tired.

‘Blink!’

he lazily looks to the door as it opens

‘Blink!’ he shakes as he hears the annoying voice from earlier, that creature, that God.

he can't hear anything.

there's soft taps vibrating on the floor. The girl is thrashing, feral as she tries to escape

‘blink…’ visages of a battle play out before his mind, his hand dipping beneath his robe to the feather, clutching it as if reminded of its presence

he can only watch while your body is dragged along the floor, he can't see your face, but you're limp like him- he can't tell if you're breathing.

he reaches out, hands shaking

his door seels shut.

He's alone now.

He wakes up in his bed with a jolt, tucked in just how he likes it, book closed on his bedside table. He groans, feeling his head pound. He pats down himself in a daze, a habit he'd long since developed. his key card in his pocket, dagger on his thigh, Akasha- he frowns, patting at his ear

he unhooks it from his ear

didn't he…

he gasps, dropping it into his lap, images flashing through his mind and searing pain

‘you- where were you?’ he rushes to get dressed, his night robe from last night was fine- better than fine now he thinks about it. he feels uncomfortable as he lifts the hem and sniffs at it

‘clean.’

his hands tremble, disgusted. he does his laundry on thursdays. he looks to his calendar and stares at it

‘Wednesday.’ he drags his nail over the scribbled out days ‘but it should be Tuesday.’

his akasha. no, the imposter- rings deftly. He lets it tick over as he stares at the dates. how had he missed a day-

the imposter chimes again. he walks over and clicks it this time

“Zandik!” Sohrehs voice comes from the other side "I'm glad you picked up this time! you told me to remind you of our expedition today, are you ready for our exchange?”

he looks over to his scattered notes, he'd only gotten a third of the way through it last night

his brow pinches, the night before?

“I'll be there.” he grunts out “hey, have you heard from-” he says your name softly, it almost scares him at how quickly he’d gotten used to you, how often he's found himself searching for your presence

“Who?”

he freezes

○-○

It's gone.

he's scoured through the kitchens for the rest of your shared leftovers. Nothing.

your small little apartment on the corner of the divine tree? gone

your poems that you'd scattered across the city on message boards

It's all gone.

○-○

“what…” he frowns, twisting to turn to the woman with vacant eyes “what are you talking about, Sohreh?”

he looks down to the basket, the blanket - there's only two plates, two flasks. your stickers your seared into the side of the basket replaced with generic filth

“where is it?”

“Where's what?” she turns her head up him with a confused look

“dont play with me.” he spits, nose scrunching as he fumbles backwards away from her “where is he!”

she flinches back, her palm coming to her cheek as if to think on his words with a sincere look “...?”

‘no.’ he swallows as he himself jumps when she tries to reach for him, his eyes narrowing down. He feels sick. this cant be happening-

“Zandik, calm- calm down.” he slaps her hand away and bares his teeth

“Get away from me!” he screeches, voice cracking as he recoils, fingers digging into his short hair and ripping scraggly blue strands with ease “hah- hahha!”

Sohreh scrambles away from him with fear in her eyes, standing up and staring at him uncertainly

“Get away from me.” he says listlessly

“You’re confused.” she tries again “Lets get back to the akedemiya. Zand-”

“Dont call me that!” he yells thrashing out at her, with trembling hands he grabs his backpack and hauls it onto his back, stalking off hastily

“uh! wait!” Sohreh calls out, clutching her coat closer to herself and sighing

She looks dejectedly at the spread, kneeling down and carefully packing away her things “by the Archons” she mutters under her breath “what's got him so- crazed.”

apart from the chitter of the birds and the breeze wheezing past, she sits alone atop of the hill taking her time refolding the blanket. A branch cracks in the distance

she huffs “If you're returning to apologise Zandik, you're going to have to do a lot more than-”

she turns when a hand rests on her shoulder, her voice stopping as she glances down to the black gloves and lifting to stare fearfully at the woman who stands over her shoulder

sat curled in a ball at the head of his mattress, his head tucked between his knees. He shakes with silent tears streaming down his face, and Zandik stays silently staring at the singular spotted feather.

‘that damned feather.’ he sneers at the thing, raking his hand over his face, marking his face with thin lines

three days. he hadn't slept or eaten in three days. he was probably behind on his classes too, but he couldn't care less

he'd asked around for you the moment he stepped back into the Akedemiya halls, all throughout the house of Deana and even the marketplace.

nothing.

your desk?

gone.

your songs…

… he couldn't remember them.

his trembling fingers press into his busted akasha system, a remnant of the device he'd found lodged in the floor boards as he tore apart his room in a rage. He'd scrambled to the floor gasping for air as he saw the corner of it peak put

‘Hey there, Pretty boy’

that one phrase repeats like a haunted mantra

his last physical proof of your existence. Something was wrong. But there was nothing he could do

‘Hey there, Pretty boy’

he heaves one last stuttered breath before breaking down, this time loud sobs tearing from his throat

○-○

He looked like death. sunken eyes and his skin dry and ashy. He smelt of sickness, smelt like he'd sealed his fate with Eleazar. He felt like nothing. He dragged himself into his lecture room the following day, running on nothing but a loaf of bread and a glass of water.

He'd done more with less.

he collapsed into his usual seat and pulled out his books with a notable air of despair hanging over his head. Today, the whispers were louder and mutated.

‘is that him?’ ‘he looks rough’ ‘do you think it's true?’

the last one caught his attention, he head raises slowly to the gaggle behind him. The sight of it must've scared them because when his eyes land on the two, they lock up

“What's true?” he says in a rasp, a series of dry coughing following shortly after. All he'd been doing was crying and screaming into his pillow the past few days.

He clicks his tongue in distaste; ‘an unfortunate side effect. as long as it doesn't halter his search for you’

“eh?” The shorter girl freezes

“what’s. true” he repeats

“erm.” she looks between Zandik and her friend “y'know… Sohreh.”

Zandik pauses, nose scrunching in confusion “what are you talking about.”

“Well. She was found dead.” The friend pipes up quietly, making him freeze up “mauled by one of the wildlife…”

“Rishboland tiger.” The other points out before staring down at Zandik suspiciously “I thought you were her friend. How could you not know.”

his grip turns painful, pencil snapping at the force. His breathing quickens “No. I didn't.”

“didn’t…” she begins again “didn't you two book off of class for an expedition with the professor that day?”

he knows what she's referring to, what she's inplying.

‘Monster.’ ring into his head, the faint screech of a record tearing down the last of his precariously structured walls.

‘They're looking at you like you're the monster.’

○-○

he's tearing through his room one final time, shoving item after item into his bag before rushing out the doors, not bothering to lock it as he runs

He passes student after student. head down and eyes staring down at any teacher, every guard when they lift their hands to the terminals and whisper. his breath shuddering as he makes his way to the edge of the city with minimal issues

“Akasha check!” He stops off to the side, watching as the last guard at the gate scans through the crowd. spear clenched in his grip.

“What's the big deal!” An older man yells “we're trying to get home!”

“We're doing some routine scans is all” the guard yells back with little regard for those in front of him “we have a fugitive! A Zandik Sneznavich! wanted for the suspected murder of a student.”

he pulls up his hood and steps away, turning tail and rushing towards the last place he'd ever thought of returning to. through the crowds, he slips into the masses unnoticed.

he grits his teeth before entering the barracks, a herd of sumpter beast grazing lazily at the entrance, packed and ready to go before he finds the one he's looking for. he steps up to the beast and holds out his hand with confidence

“awh- hey!” he ignores the concerned voice. The beast lifts its head and locks eyes with him before it nudges its horn into his hand

“Now that's a surprise! little nuts’ never-” he spares the old woman a look. her eyes widened from behind her eye mask, the small slits allowing her to gaze over his features. Taken back by the identical red hue that stares emotionlessly from beneath his hood.

“Zandy” she whimpers, shoulder bunching “Zandik, is that you?”

his look hardens. "You're going to help me get out of here.”

“Zandik.” she steps closer “i havent seen you in years-”

a rushed set of footsteps run past the entrance to the barracks, yells of guards setting off the alarms. Zandik ducks into the shadows, obscuring his face when they get too close for his liking. The woman, seeing this, stares openly at him, at her son.

“you’re going to smuggle me out of the city.” he sneers “after all, a family endures- that’s what you always told me.”

her face falls at his harsh words. “it really is you.”

she lifts her head to the entrance “when i heard the name i was apprehensive- you changed your last name.”

“hardly.” he turns back to the pack mule, brushing his hand over the beasts fur again

“...You need to get rid of that thing.” she points to his akasha “it'll track you”

“It's broken.”

she looks doubtful

“they would have found me if it wasn't."

she nods after his explanation, "You're lucky we're about to head out to the oasis.”

“...” he shoulders off his bag, tossing it over into one of the large sacks for the long haul “wash day is thursday.”

he grunts as he climbs up, lifting the saddle bag and layers of blankets, gagging at the smell but deals with it regardless, crawling beneath them and hiding, he turns his head to glare down at the woman when he feels her tug at his ear, pulling free the diamond shaped earing

“a family endures.” she whispers.

he scoffs, pushing her away and curling below the blankets. He's entirely hidden. wrapping his arms around his body, he leans into the sumpter beast's warmth and closes his eyes, his fingers lifting to the broken terminal

‘Hey there, Pretty boy-’

○-○

You wake amid bursts of darkness

you come back from the vast sleep that holds you

tighter than my arms, each evening

I bare myself and abandon you

to the night’s tall grasses.

The hours that create us

separate us, and I give you up

until dawn comes to dissolve absence.

○-○

.

.

.

○-○

‘-Hey there, Pretty boy.’

click.

‘Hey there, Pretty boy.’

click.

‘Hey there, Pretty-’

“Omega!”

he pauses, finger pressed into the small indent of his defunct Akasha. a sneer forming on the uncovered corner of his marred face. crimson eyes meeting crimson.

“-You really have nothing rattling in that head of yours” the 8 year old chitters, pushing at the older segment to move over. he reluctantly shifts, letting the smaller climb up beside him to take his place at the table

“Do you know what Prime wants this time?” he asks, seeing the others absorbed in their own conversations “he and Delta seemed pretty adamant about something.”

“How should I know” he hisses, tugging at his pink bow tie to loosen it from its strangling grip “Must be something from a harbinger meeting, you know he's the one who attends them.”

the kid rolls his eyes “Yeah, but you all have the adult link still running- just connect through that”

“I don't have access” he bites out more harshly

“beacause you're dumb.”

"Why are you here, Zeta.” he pushes him away by his face “go sit by Delta and Kappa like you normally do”

he whines, pressing back “they kicked me out - said i was being too nosey”

“And now I'm kicking you out. go annoy Gamma - no, better yet, go annoy Beta, see if he attempts to erase you again.”

Before he can tease the boy anymore, the door slams open, Prime stalking in with two of his lower agents following behind.

the segments freeze, back straightening

‘He does not look to be in the best of moods’ Omega winces, grabbing Zeta by his scruff and helping him back onto the bench, he follows obediently, straightening his own tie and politely folding his hands on his lap

The agents, shaking, move around the table handing out files. a singular folder for each of them. One of the agents yelp when Nu snaps at them, the mutant fox mimic growling when they get too close

“what’s this all about” Gamma speaks up first, the 80 year old groaning as he leans forth and snatches his out of the hands of the agent when she approaches "Delta's not relayed any of the information he learnt at the administrators collective. I don't appreciate the delay. We happen to have a full schedule with operations ahead of us.”

of all of them, he is the least apprehensive about poking Prime's haughty attitude

“due to the sensitive nature of the data learned. it's pertinent to the overall mission” Prime responds, flicking his fingers at the two agents, sending them rushing out the door. With a click of his fingers, the door locks, sealing soundproof and the metallic clip on her files pinch open

Zeta has no hesitance in snatching his and tearing it open, ready to devour any new information he can get his hands on. The rest of them, however, see their neighbouring segments stare at the closed leaflets, feeling the way Prime phrases his words in a dubious light.

“Sensitive data.” Gamma broaches carefully “thats’ interesting wording coming from you.”

“scared?” Prime prods

“Obviously not.” he picks up the files and waves them in front of his face “it just means this will become a detriment to our current projects one way or another.”

“I have to agree with Gamma for once” Omega's eyes narrow on the laxed form of Beta, reclined and looking unbothered

“While my objective of obtaining the gnosis has concluded- I am still the main Dottore in charge of the Trilunar project” he taps his fingers against each other “I vehemently object to whatever you have to present as having pertinence. has it really shown a higher importance to us than your previous obsession with project Solnari or the acquisition of the moon marrows?”

“You’re still going on about that?” Omega cringes

“I am the one who secured the Dendro Archon's ‘willing’ participation in our grand experiment, am I not?” Beta preens at the chance to boast “A willing hero and an even more willing villain, have I not secured our eventual victory?”

“Kill yourself.”

Zeta scoffs, flipping the page. "I'm not sure why you're all so up your own asses about this. It's just about one person.”

“The files are about someone?” Gamma frowns “a new outlander, perhaps? a decender, even?”

“both.” Prime confirms a sly grin forming on his face “and so much more.”

he pauses, his own eyes flickering down to the folder and finally plucking it from the table alongside the other segments

‘Hey there, Pretty boy.’

his throat closes up, there in the corner is your face. so clearly depicted that not even the paintings he'd long since painted or commissioned could even replicate.

he rips the polaroid out of the file and brings it so close to his face

“Is this someone the Traveller knows?” Zeta asks, glancing around at the various reactions from the older segments “Kappa- do you recognise them?”

the young teen shakes his head, continuing reading his files

‘It says I'm going to be reassigned.’ Kappa frowns, finger spelling with one hand as he turns the page with the other ‘I’m to be this stranger's slave?’

“Correct.” Prime nods “Reconissanse. might as well have you achieve something useful for once.”

the papers in his hands scrunch

‘Why don't you send Omega, he's a spy.’

“I could send Omega but-”

“No.”

The two boys in the room look surprised at the immediate refusal from him.

Prime grins slyly “we have his answer, satisfied?”

“Wait- there's no way!” Zeta protests loudly standing on the bench and pushing at Omega “You can't just send Kappa away! he’s- he’s Gamma and Delta's medical assistant practitioner! he's not trained for on field expeditions like Omega is!"

“So you volunteer?”

Zeta wilts, paling at the change “huh?”

“well if we shouldn't send Kappa, then you volunteer to take his position? just a reminder that you are not trained in espionage.”

“No!” he squeaks out holding up his hands, for once the child looked in genuine turmoil thinking over the options “No… I-”

“I vote in favour of sending the reject.” Beta pipes up quietly, his posture tense, his papers being screwed up and tossed into the center of the table. he stands with little decorum, folding his arms behind his back and abruptly laving the room.

“Seconded.” Gamma grunts “we have the majority.”

“but…” Zeta mutters, hurt showing on his face as he turns to Delta “You agree with me, right? we cant send-”

Silently the plague doctor knocks his fist onto the table, tossing his file into the middle and standing, taking his leave too.

“you!” Zeta gasps

Kappa tips his head ‘...when am I being reassigned?’

“You can't be serious!” Zeta screeches “We have a limited number of spare parts left, not to factor in our scrambled connectivity from Betas attempt at a mass suicide! we do not have the freedom to allow another failure”

“an outlander is an unreliable variable” he blows up at them “A descender is unpredictable, we cannot guarantee the protective custody of Kappa in this stranger's hands. Zandik is not alive and we have no way of…”

“He's the only viable option.” Omega mutters “He'll be safe. the… variable won't harm him.”

“how would you know” Zeta bites out

he stares down at your face

Learning about Zandik Il Dottore through his segments and how they are the remnants of his yearning for you scattered across time. Zandik would have crossed the unbreathable stretches of space upon the moon's reflection if it meant meeting you just once.

Companions - General Headcanons

Suitors - General and Dating Headcanons

Zandiks Memories - What a segment remembers

[×] - Learned information through Asks or Quests

[○] - Currently being written

Nicknames used for Reader - Dear, Love, Éna [Science pun]

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You feel your stomach drop, hand trembling as the information floods your head. The most recent update had finally converted and had been downloaded into your screen. hiding away from everyone to privately view and play through the quest by yourself before presenting anything of note

but..

“Goodbye, Zandik.”

those words echo through your head, a pounding headache and throat constricting as you grapple with the reality of it all

it would have been fine, it should have been fine.

but you weren't home, you were with these people now and you were inextricably intertwined with everyone on Teyvat. including Zandik.

finding Dottore was easy

you burst into his lab not even acknowledging the subject he had on the table unconscious or bothering in pausing as he looks up curiously, clicking the safety to his mini electro saw the moment he recognises your presence

“Ah!” he cheers, grin obscured by the addition of a surgical mask covering his lower face but his amusement could be clearly heard “My dear have you changed your mind? the scrubs-”

you push him back against the wall making him grunt at the force and look down, mask slanted to directly look you in the eye

“You said you were Zandik.” You manage to rasp out, you can feel him tense beneath you “Well?!”

“I have no idea what you're referencing, dear” he says cooly “are you well? should i fetch you some pain medication or perhaps aid you to the bedroom, you must be overtired and hallucinating.”

you suck in your bottom lip, face scrunched up and head shaking. you whip out your hand, the screen flickering to life and clearly displaying the scene once again, you couldn't bear to look at it but you knew that he was. his mask tilting up and staring intensely as he watched Zandik fall once again

his body dragged to the very same table in the room to be dissected

“Hmm.” He drops the saw onto a nearby surface carelessly, and all while being pinned he leisurely pulls off his gloves “I still don't see the issue.”

“You said-”

“Well? Am I no more Zandik than he was?” He tugs down the mask, a sharp grin painted on his face “Tell me, if you hadn't seen this… animation of yours. would you have cared enough to investigate? Would it have changed anything?”

he presses back, harmlessly knocking you off guard and switching your positions, him cornering you against the wall and leering down close to your face

“It wouldn't." he purrs lowly “because you love me, don't you?”

Dottore raises his hand to lift your chin, his breath cold on your warm skin. you gasp as his other hand grips into your hip and presses deep into the plush muscle and flesh. You should have figured it out earlier from the lack of warmth that came from him, the subtle clicks you associated with the segments "You're not that shallow as to demean me to a husk, are you dear?"

maybe you had known it was going to end this way, maybe you had always known he was the same but you simply didn't want to acknowledge it

“My love” he coos making you blink back tears and look up at him through your lashes

“Theeeere we are.” he purrs pressing his mask against your forehead “Now. I suggest you go ahead and keep that ‘prophetic’ entry to yourself, there's no need for you to show it to the others.”

“They-” you start in a mutter “the segments? but aren't they-”

“No no, discuss it as much as you want with them, no doubt they'llcel3brate now you've figured me out, I’m talking about the rest of the realm, your companions, and such.” he elaborates “I can only guess what plans you've unveiled of this most recent update already.”

his grip tightens on your chin “It would be a shame if my fun were to end before it even began”

“But that's Beta's goal” you protest, squirming in his hold “I don't- I don’t want to watch him kill himself either.”

he laughs “I do.”

“Dottore.”

“What? I've made my distaste for him clear have I not?” he scoffs “I am sure the other segments would be of similar opinions as it was because of him that they now no longer are connected to the system. that they now age like our dear old creator. they're lucky you've found them interesting enough to keep”

you let out a small cry, head dropping. Dottore pauses and sighs

“What you've seen is but a fraction of what he was.” he provides after a moment of silence “He had made us to… continue his work, an experiment of life after death. However, he had failed to recognise that we were stuck, one dimensional in our goals and ambitions, you've noticed that, haven't you?”

he laughs while you stare at him quietly “...Zandik was a masterpiece of human devotion and evolution”

he presses a hand to his mask, lifting it and levelling you with a pair of glowing crimson eyes. it strikes you on how often you've stared into them and never noticed the unatural glow.

“He created us for his own selfishness, he knew he could not outrun his fate and so he in turn decided to make fate chase after the fragments of him”

he sets you free from his grasp, backing away to lean against the bench behind him, folding his hand onto his lap, smiling when you follow him instead of pulling away. no one had ever done that, never for him.

“you, my dearest. is someone he had yearned for. Even across space and time, he'd defy life and death for you.” he lets you take his hand “and so, when he split himself between us, he had knowingly doomed his human soul to forever be disconnected to the natural order- just to meet you like this, so don't cry for a man who isn't truly dead.”

he brushes a stray tear that beads from your eyes

“he donated his body for a just cause” you glare at him knowing that his words were lies “if you wish to meet him… we could grant you an audience”

your eyes narrow “he’s dead, you just told me-”

he shrugs again “it depends on who you ask. only a select few are aware of Zandik's collapse, and even fewer who knows what became of him”

Dottore offers his hand to you

“Find him in us” your stance weakens as Dottore- no. as Prime leans heavily on the bench, grin painted on his face and a cocky attitude to match “He made us for you, made me to be his replacement in the circumstance that he were to meet his demise. to be the ‘leader’, to be your lover”

his eyes flash red “As I've heard you mention before, this is simply a case of ‘the right person, right place- not enough time.’”

Alpha - Status: Alive - The replacement - Leader and figurehead for their Fatui front

Beta - Status: Alive - Omega Built/Sumeru Archon quest Dottore - Lost rights to his name after failing to erase every segment

Gamma - Status: Alive - The Old man - The lab nurse and modification operator

Delta - Status: Alive - The plague Doctor - The caretaker of the experiments

Epsilon - Status: Unknown - The new world - The new world order yet to bloom

Zeta - Status: Alive - Before loss - The Child segment before Zandik lost compassion

Eta - Status: Dead memory - Died alongside Zandik

Theta - Status: Dead memory - Died alongside Zandik

Iota - Status: Dead memory - Died alongside Zandik

Kappa - Status: Alive - The Teenager - An experiment with the Gods remains

Lambda - Status: Dead - Segment 65 -

Mu - Status: Alive - Monster Dottore - A beast made of creatures inhuman

Nu - Status: Alive - Foxttore - The blue mimic

Xi - Status: Dead - The Intern

Omicron - Status: Unknown - Trilunar God Dottore - A god of his own making

Pi - Status: Dead memory - Segment 8 - Died alongside Zandik

Rho - Status: Dead - Segment 25 - The lab surgeon

Sigma - Status: Dead - Segment 45 - The Boss

Tau - Status: Unknown - The Prototype - A blank vessel

Upsilon - Status: Unknown - The wandering ghosts - The birds who now are inhabited by the dead

Phi - Status: Dead memory - Died alongside Zandik

Chi - Status: Dead - Segment 18

Psi - The Original - He did not get a choice on what nickname he got

Omega - Webttore Dottore - swapped with Beta after he lost his title

Segment Basis

The Segments common ground information or Zandiks ‘control’ variables. [What they all have in common]

Use of all pronouns - Segments defer to He/Him or their numeric designation in reports for shorthand

They refer to the original as Zandik and in the past tense. to each other, Zandik is only used if they're playing a certain role

All segments are artificial shapeshifters - Some segments have been shown to use this ability more often than others and such as seen with Beta and his ‘Escher’ cover at Tatarasuma.

Early on segments experimented on each other to push the boundaries of what they could or could not control and building on what was available using Gods remains, Khaenri’an technology and components of intereest

Asexual and Aromantic - Segments are at different points in their understanding of both terms and how they experience attraction; a few are still exploring while others have a solid understanding. Opinions and preferences differ as they get older. [Detailed elaborations on suitors in their respective sections]

[Suitors] Reproduction due to having an elemental affinity, enhancement or a non-internal/an asexual reproductive system - Not that its on the top of their minds after the creation of the younger segments right now, they just have the need for control over all their automotive functions and that includes their ability to reproduce

Zandiks Contribution into the medical industry during his employment under the Fatui does revolve around pushing the boundaries of life, death, time and space but more importantly; his main occupation is as the state's elite medical sciences officer. Each segments’ professions/specialties reflect his occupations during their time period

Zandik had Unspecified Neurological Disorders [Audhd and ASPD [Antisocial personally disorder]]; all of which developed differently as he grew older, some traits will fluctuate in segments from one period to another

Zandik became one of the first to see and write down the correlations between groups of people he dubs as ‘outcasts’ like himself compared to those he considers ‘followers’

His younger selves’ notes on the matter sparks the first real research that the Akedemiya willeventually further develop from the remains of his belongings confiscated from his old dorm room [all of which were then anonymously published for the public]

His further studies into it once he gains his harbinger status in Snezhnaya are meticulously detailed and have since been submitted into the Akedemiya anonymously. These anonymous submissions are never published due to the unethical methods and blatant medical malpractices listed for the extraction of such information. Use of Kameras’ proves such practices as polaroids of dissected victims are included in the reports: missing persons, excavated corpses, and prisoners of war.

These would be abandoned in a cabinet in the grand sages offices restricted section for future generations to discover and process instead

Zandik does not confine his talents and abilities to special interests, seeing it as too restrictive for his tastes and aiming to broaden his peers' perspectives on the matter, no finite boxes for everything to fit into neatly and sees them as variables instead

His segments become a prime example of this, with a singular human existence he manages to prove and document how certain symptoms and signs present themselves, some reaching peaks while others mellow over time and the consistencies between each. His Image, His Memory, How people view him. He wants to ensure they're perfectly documented and preserved, keeping the segments within his realm of control and will go into the extremes to have the expected reactions ensuring its consistency and reliability making yearly resets to his segments, Zandiks’ priority.

Segment Resets [Birthday]

In order to keep the Segments within the parameters of their creation, they are annually shut down and made to reset their cores. This ensures each segments lives their select ages to the end and ‘relive’ their experiences on a consistent basis

This prevents each segment from growing up. The segments are all interconnected through a collective system, which will trigger the reset automatically on the same day each year.

Life Elixer

This system is fueled by the specialised recipe documented as the ‘Life Elixir’ and is considered an unrenewable resource preventing the further creation of segments. Additionally, contaminations to the Life Elixir that is stored within a select segments core can cause irreparable damage to one's memory, regulatory internal systems, and a segments connection to the system.

The Life Elixer was made using the same methods that empower the Gods of Teyvat: using ones beliefs, hopes, and dreams. Under the theory that Gods are simply human beings who have a following- a religion, Zandik devised a physical medium to perpetuate ones ability to receive such affections to force a Gods creation to occur unnaturally

Zandik would not admit it during his time alive, but he did put deliberate care into recreating his former selves

Due to the creations of the segments occurring after a great deal of his life had already passed, those younger than his current age would have to be developed differently to future versions.

This is where his soul splitting occurs, in order to accurately depict his past, all segments before the age of 35 retain a portion of his soul; Bodies created through years of tissue grafting and developing it in vats, sewing leyline roots as veins and connecting their cores to those soul fragments itself.

So segments 5, 8, 18, 24, 25 and 35 each received these additions. [Zeta, Segment Eight, Segment Eighteen, Omega, Segment Twenty-five and Beta]

These segments would be “born” later as they would need to remain in their vats to develop without any outside interference.

Starting from 35 and onwards, these segments were created as Zandik aged, 45 being the most experimental as he became the first Alpha-build and the first operational segment.

for older [age-wise] segments, their internal systems were all pre-made and turned online on reset day

Zandik refers to the segments by their numeric titles and it remains like that until 35 returns with new found knowledge from his excursion to Inazuma, revealing a letter system those from Enkanomiya used [Greek Alphabet] and adopting one of the monikers for himself

The rest follow suit until all 24 letters have been given to each of them.

[×] Artificial Immortality

As established, the life Elixir does not work on himself, so Zandik needeed to make an insurance for his segments so they would not become useless.

He used the blueprint left behind by you and your own followers [Namely Raiden Ei’s own experiments to combat erosion through her puppets]

Segmentation, is that artificial immortality.

Everytime something expires he simply replaces it like a faulty gear, or a remote needing new batteries every now and then.

he has had the time to work out some of the kinks and renditions having numerous sets of segment eras

‘Foxtore’ is his first experiment into artificial immortality, a mix between artificial intelligence, his mental data and flesh and bone - it was created before his introduction into the fatui

Delta and Gamma being the eldest era

Omega, Beta and Kappa the middle era

Zeta, Omnicron and Mu being the newest era

Being able to share your immortality gives them all insurance none of them will be so easily erased

His segments have more of a reaction to becoming ‘immortal’ than Dottore himself.

You are right that Dottore [and his segments] do have an extended lifespan, it's just;

Dottore had not anticipated being able to become a member of the court let alone a Courtesan of the Creator as easily as he did, he's still perplexed by it.

He’d had his obsession for the concept of you [as we see in small ‘breaks’ in his character throughout the fic] but that was all built on the previous concepts of you built on scraps he's gleaned over the years

You who had 'created' Teyvat, you who have poured hours upon hours into each and every single of your accolades. you, who have guided descenders, gods and mere humans alike.

Absolutely no one had expected someone quite like you to emerge except for the immortals who lived during your last lifetime. A distaste for absolute control, curiosity for their personal wellbeing, concern over their freedom, all factors that are uniquely… human.

So when it was announced at the introduction ceremony that things were going to be different to how the accolades were expecting- that you were opening the floor to the people and allowing heretics like him the opportunity to ‘prove’ himself to you to join your court and achieve godhood

He is not one to squander an opportunity as rich as that.

Erasure Event [Sumeru Archon Quest]

After the failed complete destruction of all Segments instigated by Segment Beta [Formally known as Omega Build] all subsequent Segment resets have been halted resulting in the remaining 7 of 14 humanoid segments to develop along the natural progression of fate due to the inclusion of the Originals internal and exterior ‘donations.’

-○- Please seek the current head of Segmentation Documentation leader; Segment Alpha Aka. Dottore Prime for more information regarding the care and continual development of the Life Elixir formula -○-

When news about the death of the majority of the segments subsided, Prime extracted the remains of Zandik's soul from the fallen and gave them out in order to preserve it

Zeta, Omega, and Beta retain their original soul pieces and ‘humanity’.

Ursa, Delta, and Gamma gain their soul pieces from 8, 18, and 25, respectively, gaining ‘humanity’.

Prime gained his soul piece from Zandik when he originally died

Mu, Nu, Omicron and Epsilon do not have a soul piece and are not considered ‘Human’.

[×] Segments all have their own internal systems that regulate their light levels

[×] His segments were all created artificially

Using parts of himself, branches from various Leyline sprouts across Teyvat, mechanical parts, and the blood and flesh of various organisms.

Life can not be so easily created within Teyvat. They've seen what happened with Egeria and her Oceanids, the difficulty of creating Vessels in Inazuma, Khaenri’ah.

To create his Segments, he knew he'd have to give up parts of himself and the lives of other lesser creatures to make them.

He did not care for desecrating the remains of the fallen Gods and divine to do so either and hates the fact that they so seeminglessly seemed to be able to resonate with it

The older segments are less experimental with what was used to create them, using the remains of more common animals and creatures

the newer segments contain more volatile substances like the god remains and the art of Khemia

However, he thought the single piece of himself would suffice in making sure they stuck to their objectives

Yet it seems he may have skewed the ratio a bit too much in the dead's favour than his own.

[×] All segments have hair made out of fibre optic lights and can be controlled by a remote. however, if 1 of them change their hair, all of their hair changes. Zeta has been banned from having control of the remote after he broke it and jammed the setting to rainbow cycle.

Companion - Zeta [Segment 5]

The Child Segment of Zandik Il Dottore

‘Zeta (Z) was only recently re-activated. He is the child prodigy, his existence took an immediate change to that of our creator's childhood, Dottore's experiment was to see what would have happened if he were to receive everything at the age of ‘5’ before he lost his compassion.’ Ursa signed to you looking over the polaroid sets

‘Given a ‘family’- the segments and Harbingers, a fulfilling education and access to all the knowledge in the world and most importantly, no exposure to the filth the Gods or Goddesses spouted apart from scriptures about you but not as ‘The Creator.’ rather; through the few found lost media pieces of your real identity’

‘Unsurprisingly, Zeta ended up no different than Dottore had in his childhood. The segments- We were just another form of Crucibena's cruelty and acted as his version of the house of the hearth, we were not a true family. The knowledge Zeta coveted was the same as that Dottore had stolen from the akedemia in his youth and then there was Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa and her… love. It polluted Dottore's attempts at restricting Zeta's exposure to the divine. In my opinion, Zeta should be considered the ‘failed experiment’ and not me.’

Aged 8 at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 5

He's confused about parental figures, the memories of his birth parents are there, faint- but compared to the other segments he remembers them the most.

His birth mother and father. of all the segments He’s the one who remembers the most about them

His whole family was just like him in appearance- some a few shades darker, some had hair more white than powdery blue, but most notably were their eyes; two stunning red gems - it was hard to dilute

So calling Zandik his 'Father' just makes him uncomfortable and it wouldn't feel right- and the title of Mother had been given to Crucebena when he'd been put under her care

He does however see all of the segments and Zandik as unlabelled family members because of how young he is, He acknowledges they're not his real family nor do they see each other that way either; but he still yearns for that connection so he'll make them play along.

[×] Zeta has a rib bone from Zandik

[×] Zeta has a focus on Spantamad studies

[×] Zeta was made using cultivated spores from fungi spawned by the Jadeplume Terrorshroom

“I was told it came from his brief stint into fungal sciences and the few samples he managed to collect from a Jadeplume Terrorshroom. Did you know they've been banned from Akedemia common studies now because they are an endangered species? sit by me, I want to tell you about them!”

He refuses to accept hes actually based on the minishrooms than the Terrorshroom but hes not entirely wrong either

it does not affect him as much as he'd like it to

He sees how you bond with the others because of their oddities than it ends up making him feel even more out of place than he is

Wished he got the flock mentality that Omega and Beta has, or was Gammas or Deltas pup

instead he feels abandoned and seeing Ursa bond with Gamma, Beta bond with the sprites and Foxtore with Delta makes him even more hurt

He turned out the most like how he was supposed to be [Human] and hates it

“Im not a monster- Im not A Monster!”

He doesn't like talking about this topic too much...

He falls asleep soon after his outburst, quiet soft breathing as he rests beside you under a thin sheet that you pull up and tuck under his chin just as Dottore steps in, Foxtore trotting in from behind to find her way under the child segments makeshift blanket and arm

“Should I ask?” You question him

“He cycles through the same memories too often” Dottore says simply “so he has more time to reflect on our actions as a child. I often kept spores as pets” his hand clenches just enough for your eyes to flicker down and notice “perhaps he's imagining himself in place of them, a child imagination is often fantastical, creating up so many scenarios to make excuses”

“An excuse” you respond flatly “hes not making an excuse-”

“ah, that's where you're wrong.” he says smugly “he knows exactly what we did - no use in defending us on this matter, had we not, he wouldn't exist”

[× - Sumeru; Trofin Snezhevich] The Segment incharge of the Aranara experiments and ordered his subordinates to kidnap other children since Arlecchino was not offering hers from the orphanages. Zeta can't see them himself and needs human participation to fill out a data

[x] Dendro Catalyst user + Jadeplume Terrorshroom summon

[×] “Mweheheh!” Zetas' laugh would come the closest, a mix between giddy giggling and him trying to mask it but failing to do so. Zeta laughs more at things that aren't supposed to be funny going ‘not funny haha, funny-’ and usually runs away and tries to hide if he sees someone else notice him doing it as an automatic response

About Prime - “Primes’ the head of our little group, don't let Beta fool you. He may be the most active but he doesn't have Primes’ coolness or headsmarts- er. Well, he does- uhgh! no, nevermind!”

About Omega - “...Him? Is there really anything good to say about him apart from the fact he looks and sounds like a Fontainian cow?”

About Beta - “I… I used to like him, and I thought he was my friend. He used to listen to my presentations but I guess that was all a lie too.”

About Gamma - “That old man really gets on my nerves: ‘Don't eat those snacks, it's too sweet for you, Zeta- Make sure you go to bed at 9pm, Zeta’. You're not my father or my grandfather! and i see him sneak more of the candied Ajilenkah nuts from the cafeteria than me, he's not fooling anyone!”

About Delta - “Now Delta, He's a real one. If you need your room cleaned and organised he's the one you go to. not… that he'd do it himself, he's the only one with full access to the Fatui housestaff and Pantalones’ book keeping.”

About Kappa - “Boooooo! You changed his name to Ursa? I think Krappas a perfectly fine name for him… Hmm? No. i definitely meant Crap-pa Mweheheh”

About Reader - “You're… okay. not the worst person i’ve met and i've met alot of people in my existence. but for a wannabe God you're kinda sad compared to the stories everyone's told me about the Creator. Hey, I'm just being honest!”

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

He automatically perks up and looks over and getting distracted from his task

He doesn't automatically think you're calling for him, but he does watch like a puppy thinking he's about to go out for a walk

If it is him you're addressing him he acts so smug, hopping off of his stool and poking his tongue out at the others when you turn your back to them

if it isn't him, he's still wandering over to you and curiously latching himself to your side if he can, wanting to know why you're suddenly in the lab,

Zandiks Memories

Age 5 - It was not long after Zandik had been forcibly split from his caravan and outcast from the neighbouring tribes and villages. This event had led him to wandering the desert alone and lost for a long while until he was inevitably picked up at the borders of the forest and carted to the Divine tree to be placed into an orphanage.

He came from a large Eremite traveling merchant group, there were a few members he could recall were just friends of his aunties and uncles, but he still remembers calling them similarly

traveling north was the groups’ fatal mistake- the sandstorms were vicious, a Setekh Weanut had emerged in the center of their group as the sand kicked up and filled in its underground caves

He and many others were knocked off their sumpter beasts, he can remember the cries of his sisters, brothers, cousins as they were picked off one by one by the younger weanut hatchlings, getting dragged beneath the surface like it were a pitfall

The metal ringing of the elders attacking the Setekh were nothing compared to that

He'd scrambled to a rocky pillar, climbing it in desperation and stuck himself there, crying out at kicking at anything that reached for him, refusing to move even when the fighting stopped and his and his siblings names were called for

for three days and three nights he stayed still, barely breathing reciting in his head everything he knew about the weanuts and their kin before.

there was no doubt he'd been left behind. He had not come when they called, he was as good as dead.

Guided by what he believed to be the Pari and a docile group of fungi, they led him through the desert and to wells of old knowledge, showing him the way out of the abyssal ruins in the northern parts of the desert which was still inhabited by rouge abyssal wolves

The Pari, Djinni and Aranara held a fondness for him but he can't say he returned it in kind. They too, did not care for him of their own pure volition but because he beheld the blessings of Apep

Being a resident of the desert there were not many opportunities for the Aranara to visit him freely but they still managed to send him gifts in the form of Ajilenkah nuts and harra fruit via tumbleweeds.

The Pari and Djin kept an eye on the boy while he resided close to their homes when his family caravan passed by

When he'd gotten separated from his caravan he'd stumbled towards a village he thought he'd find sanctuary in

Only to be cursed at and strangled after being accused of bringing an omen to them, seeing the visages of the Pari and Djin around him as monsters,

For the older segments, the scar has since healed, but due to the nature of how Zandik designed his segments, Zeta's own neck scar will forever stay raw and fresh

Erasure Event

He survived the erasure event only because he collapsed in front of Prime. The man had paused in his own experiment, seeing that his assistant had become unresponsive.

When he realised what was happening, he'd become abnormally distressed and changed his objective into removing Zeta's internal programming, shoving off the corpse he'd just been operating on in order to drag the boy onto the slab.

After the successful operation he'd quickly moved onto his own, It was at that moment that Prime had realised the family experiment had backfired on him, only registering he'd placed Zetas care above his very own. something that should not have come about in their supposedly frozen state of development.

Companion - Kappa [Ursa the Drake]

The Teenage Segment of Zandik Il Dottore, cut from the period where Zandik had lost his Compassion and first began to break into the Akedemia to sit in on lectures whilst operating within the Sumerus division of the house of the hearth.

Aged 13 at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 10

The name “Ursa” is derived from Ursa the drake, the same dragon that a certain Dottore segment slew that put Mondstadt in debt with the Fatui.

He is one of the many failed experimental segments of Primes’ and while not deemed entirely useless he was put to use in servitude before being placed in your care

[×] Ursa's existence is a direct challenge to the Dottore's ideals and main line of thinking

He's the version of them that got everything they wanted as a child, and not in the way that Zeta was made to represent.

Prime had essentially restarted the cycle of his life with Ursa, ‘exiling’ him into a perpetual death sentence of servitude to the Creator [You]- in order to receive the same treatment as he had and subtly proving to the boy that ‘we are the same’

[×] Which got sidelined by you blatantly calling it out and calling Ursa his ‘first born’, titling him Zandik Ursa Kappa, and announcing that he'd be your new kin.

[×] Ursa has a rib bone from Zandik

[×] Ursa has a focus on Rtawahist studies

[×] Ursa was made using the God remains of Ursa the Drake

‘Its in the nickname really - The dragon; Ursa the Drakes’ corpse was used as my basis, after Omega defeated it in Mondstadt, it would've been a waste to leave it there so he brought it back like a dog with a bone. at least from what i heard from Beta about that whole situation’

He's just happy it gives him a link away from Prime

He is still developing the physical aspects of the dragonheir sequencing [Think the opposite way of Durin]

blunt little horns on his forehead that he also hides behind his hair

When they first started to come through he went to Gamma immediately, since he thought it was just a headsplitting headache until

“No, Kappa. You're developing horns. I can cut them loose now, or you can wait naturally for them to pop out. it won't stick for dragon adolescents”

One of the most uncomfortable things he's dealt with because now he was getting traits only found in hatchlings emerging

When the bone hardened and his horns stopped growing [Zeta flicked them muttering about how pitifully tiny they looked] Gamma fashioned his mask to act like his

Before he was put into your care, he would begrudgingly go to Gamma to bunt 'horns', the familial activity soothing the ache in his chest [as well as Gammas]

he doesn't know what else to do and hope now you're here. You can help him sort it out

[× - Lohens’ Story Quest additions] He remained inactive within the hidden facility for a majority of his life, his artificial body used as a storage facility for the Gods remains to smuggle parts in and out of Dorman Port without alerting the knights and act as a spy among the human test subjects

[×] If he’d get wind of them trying to escape or of knights taking over a caravan, he'd ‘activate‘ and remove the obstacles

[×] The failure at ensuring Lohen and Theodores' caravan is when he is seen as defunct by Prime and repurposed.

[× - Post Lohen Story Quest additions] The true death of Ursa the Drake will lead into Ursa falling into an unstable state

[○ - Ursas’ Story quest] This will lead into a similar storyline to Durin's Story quest and will be a chapter in the main fic

[×] Anemo Bow user

[×] The shoulders shake, breathy silent type laugh [He and Delta both have damaged voice boxes so at most there may be a squeak of air] To get Ursa to laugh is hard because he coaches himself to refrain from emoting in public spaces, even when he's alone in his bedroom he will try his best to not react.

About Prime - ‘He's terrifying. I don't like being in a room with him by myself because I know there's a lecture coming, or he has some grand idea for an update for my system or-...’ Ursa looks away from you, hands faltering. ‘He's a lot better now but sometimes he reminds me of Crucibena.’

About Omega - Ursa rolls his eyes ‘oh. he can be tolerable in small doses but when you live with him his personality gets tiring really quickly. I'd rather not interact with him if I can help it but I'm typically stationed under him or Gamma these days.’

About Beta - ‘I don't hate him for what he tried to do’ he looks away almost ashamed ‘I don 't really… feel much when i look at him, he makes me feel empty.’

About Gamma - Ursa perks up a little, shifting in his seat ‘Gamma spends a lot of time in the same common rooms that i do when we're both off duty, she never really spoke to me but he did let me share his couch. Sometimes I'd read over his shoulder if he had his reports on him- Prime didn't allow me or Zeta to view their personal notes since our memory data is supposed to supply our time periods accurate opinions, learning over our allocated topics was forbidden but- well when has Zandik ever obeyed the rules?’

About Delta - 'He's a well loved segment in my opinion’ he looks away shy ‘Delta knows this, after Primes age Zandik had become more conscientious of his surroundings and the people in his life. Delta reflects this the best. He should have been the public face of the doctor but Mr. Pierro declined that request since the public knew Il Dottore, the second ranked harbinger as the young sadistic doctor- Delta does not fit with the perception our role as Doctor is supposed to be under her majesty, The Tsaritsas’ vision.’

About Zeta - he has to refrain from cringing, this time hearing the name ‘He's like any annoying younger brother. I don't remember our family but he reminds me of someone we knew and I'm sure he recognises that too, his personality is manufactured and he assimilates a lot of his peers traits into his facades. not to say he isn't genuine, he's been 5 his entire life.’

About Reader - This time he looks somewhat confident before he answers ‘I'm happy. Being a part of your household has been an experience I've never had before, something Zandik never got so I'm satisfied with the way things have gone for me in this situation, please…’ his eyes lift to yours ‘please don't leave me.’

he likes what you stand for, even if he knows Prime is force feeding him a certain agenda.

The Tsaritsas’ version of you interests him too but otherwise just knowing you exist somewhere out there in the world eased that feeling in his body

He couldn't wait for Prime to bring him to you, serving you would be the most exciting experiment he'll be able to conduct in his short existence

Primes Sign language for ‘éna’ (one) is the nickname he wishes to give you

you've far exceeded his expectations and you make the static subside enough to consider new possibilities in a world plagued by the Heavenly Principles and its pantheon of gods

he's as surprised as Prime is by your state of being and ‘Creator’ abilities.

…he might consider the idea that you could be a real family, one day…

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

His reaction is very small in the form of something twitching as an automatic response to Zandik being called. He does not react to Dottore

He also doesn't believe you if you try to say you're addressing him with the name

you gave him his new name of Ursa and he actually likes it

so he just gets confused as to why you're calling him names he's never been called since he was created by Prime

even the lab rats and experiments don't confuse him for the doctor

Zandiks Memories

Age 10 - Accepting that his family had left him, convinced that they hated him. Betrayed by humanity; a whole village cursing him and beating him close to death, and failed by society; thrown away from every household in Sumeru, until each failed adoption produced yet another cruel memory, eventually being left in the hands of the House of the hearth

He spent most of his time ‘operating’ on bugs, animals and rats that got into the orphanage and died, dissecting them and writing his findings into books or scraps of papers. going as far as finding the limp unfading corpses of hilichurls too

his findings were revolutionary- very rare would someone be so brave [or stupid] to go after the creature of the desert to take them apart

but leading Consecrated beasts towards the pyramids where mechanisms resided was like a game of chicken for him.

Having mindless machines do his dirty work while he reaped the rewards would eventually sow the foundation for his future endeavours

Erasure Event

Dottore watches from afar as you care for this segment - not with any loud gestures, it looked soft… not something he'd experienced himself at any age from what he can recall

Perhaps he should start viewing Kappa, no. Ursa. with more interest.

‘What about this failed segment is fundamentally different that allowed this particular paradox to occur,’ he wonders, deciding to change Ursa's status from failure to ‘[y]our child’.

Ursa had been the only unaffected segment after watching the others around him suddenly drop dead to the floor in various ways, some had suddenly combusted, prosthetics burning and decomposing at a heightened rate while others had simply shut off permanently.

Dottore admitted he'd been rather loathsome that he had not joined them, but couldn't help the curiosity about how he'd not been affected before finding that it was due to him previously disabling the boy's voice box, unintentionally saving him from Beta's mass deletion event.

Suitor - Omega [A Segment 25 or Webttore]

Otherwise known commonly [to us] as 'Webttore', he had yet to claim a Greek alphabet nickname for himself so when Beta [Formerly Omega] had utterly failed in erasing him and the rest, he decided to ask Prime to take on the name instead and was accepted; he's still getting used to being called Omega. He was never given a nickname he liked, being referred to as the agent by others

‘Omega (Ω), A currently active segment and more famously recorded within documents provided by the guide as Webttore. He's unpredictable. being the closest segment to when Zandik deserted the Akedemia and went on the run. Omega was perpetually set to Zandiks’ most hyper manic state- I was segmented way before I'd reached that period, there was even another in between us; Chi… I'm not sure of the events Omega was privy to that set him off to be the way that he's been stuck as but I am aware of how much guilt he holds because of it.’

Aged 28 [Physically] at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 25

The fundamental point that had him split from Zandik was that at this point in his life he'd fled the Akedemia, going into hiding after Sohrehs' death and began ruminating on all the knowledge he'd learned about Greater Lord Rukkadevada, and what she put him through before her death during the Cataclysm event and the imprisonment of Lesser Lord Kusanali.

[×] and his memories about you, or at least a version of you that existed. You had been his crutches, his blessing and they took you away from him- killed you

Omegas hair is short and curly as standard, mullet like and shaggy

He has facial scars and acne - that mask of his does not have good airflow compared to the newer upgraded models and is immensely soggy, painted with his sweat, drool and whatever fluids that get trapped during missions

He definitely has the razor sharp teeth

He's also a drooly man, sometimes not even realising he's drooling until he moves and has to wipe at his mouth with his sleeves.

He's the most genetically modified out of the lot, half out of necessity to keep his body functioning after all the experiments he does on himself is because of the activities he does on a day to day basis

While he is a Dottore segment - he's less of a scientist or mechanic, following the path of an agent and dealing with the more physically active experiments run by the collective

[×] Omega has Zandiks Eyes

[×] Omega has a focus on Kshahrewar studies

[×] He has a mix of different Consecrated beasts making up his constitution: a Fanged beast, flying serpent, horned crocodile, red vulture, and the scorpion

I can't believe you all think I'm a cow, I'm so much more sophisticated than a farm animal… s-sure, I did say that I looked like one - Stop! don't put words in my mouth Reader! I came about as his first attempts into incorporating large amounts of elemental resistance into a segments form. yes, for my recon, can’t stop whats’ resistant to everything!”

[×] Those Consecrated beasts are the Djinni familiars of his birth family he’d excavated from a dig site where the Setekh attack occurred

His DNA sequencing is very unstable [Which has helped him exist this far as is, so he's not complaining]

The resident elemental forces does play into some of his erratic but charming nature

Parts of him want to bite down on your neck and death roll you affectionately, another is wanting him to have you full of venom, drugged and still so you can relax as he snuggles into your side

The ‘Red Vulture’ part has the most influence in his day to day life out of the 5 types

Likely due to the other Segments ‘bird’ traits presenting itself so he has more of a chance to

It's a struggle for him to contain it all and repressing that part of him was difficult in the beginning but it provided a large advantage for his experiments and tasks Prime would give him.

[×] Crackcanon - I gave Webttore the ‘Omega’ nickname because I always thought it would be funny to rename the Dottore we meet ingame to Beta given the possibility that he'd fail in erasing everyone, Beta being short for Beta cuck and not the alphabet system.

[×] The Segment with no singular task post killing Ursa the drake and practically disappears from active experiments

[×] Hydro 'sword' user - dual short 'sword'

[×] “Hehehe Hohoho!” Maybe even a “Snk- kekeke” if he's feeling particularly tired. Omegas laugh is certainly a jesters like cackle. He would call himself more emotionally intelligent, but really, it's just that he doesn't let things hold him back. It's easy to get him to laugh like this. You won't have to try much to get him to that level of elation as he laughs more to fill in silence and exaggerate his points

About Prime - “He doesn't deserve to have the name Prime, he should have just been called Alpha, his proper designation. You can't even argue he gets Prime because he's filling in Zandik's position, we all know Zandik is dead so differentiating between us is useless. The only other harbingers who know of Zandik's death are the Director, the captain, the damselette, the mayor and Pantalone. as far as anyone else knows, Zandik was just another segment.”

About Beta - “Contrary to popular opinion, I'm fine with the whole ‘he tried to erase us’ because I would have done the same! meeting the traveller and witnessing first hand the semblance he had to you? oohhh i would have killed to be in his position to experience your presence coming through. All we could hear through the channel was silence, and you know him- Beta is a loud bitch. Prime had to pry the memory from him and broadcast it.”

About Gamma - “why would you want my opinion on saggy sacks? pft- alright, yeah. The surgeons were cool. He was better when he had his whole nurses outfit and 25 was around leading their threeway doctors posey, now he's all grouchy and pissy. you think it's because he thinks he's due to die soon? he is technically 83 now.”

About Delta - “Deltas’ okay, Not my favourite guy but I can't fault his work in making sure the lab's patients are all coming and going as they should. like a receptionist or an unpaid intern. uh, wait dont let him know i called him those terms.”

About Kappa - “My son- my bub… did i get you with that one? While I am responsible for suggesting his creation to Zandik, he was never completed until a, er. I think a decade ago?- he walked around like an empty husk then, the perfect servant and mini spy! When I graciously defended Mondstadt and brought back the spoils, Gamma and I had the ingenious idea on how to finish dear old Zandiks last creation with the scraps we managed to store, heh heh.”

About Zeta - “He's an annoying brat, always sticking his nose into places he shouldn't be, wiping his grubby hands on my clean white dress shirts. He's not even segmented at a foundational period of Zandik's life! sooo useless. Zandik should have just cut off another 8 year old than a 5 because now as we're aging, he's not even going to turn out the same because he still has compassion! He's an outlier!”

About Reader - “Anything you ask for, I will get you. You want me to bark like a dog for you? roll around on the floor? I'll do it right now! no?... please?”

He's a desperate man - if his introduction in the "Self-indulgence" series is anything to go by. He is down bad and he's not afraid to vocalise it to you, to Prime or to anyone who will listen [He has so much things he wants to make up for, time lost he wants to reclaim]

He'll call you his Subject as well, his baby, his boo- he's a real smooth talker (in his head) but really he wants to call you his sweet habibti/habibi but has some disconnect with the appraisal

Inexperienced with upkeeping a deeper bond with anyone he crosses paths with and has a lot of issues keeping in regular contact which is his main struggle

He plays up his act a lot but he honestly just wants to sit down with you in silence, wishing to go back in time to enjoy the old Sumerian forests, before the moss grew over the massive ruin guards that rose from Khaenri’ah he loved exploring during expeditions

Omega is performative for you, emphasising his assets, his skills and will kneel over backwards to male himself out to look like the ideal segment/ the ideal Zandik for you to favour

He wants you in his colour, pink. to match the aesthetic he'd curated, to show you off and to prove his colour is not a shit shade in comparison to the other segments.

He is very handsy, wanting to have himself draped over top of you or intertwined. he even comes up with the idea to tie your hand to his with a pink ribbon

Dress in his overcoat and he'll get on his knees for you, the oversized grey pink and gold fit is hard to pull off [even for him] but he swears up and down that you look gorgeous in it

He bites when he kisses so its a common occurrence where he'll spend hours licking at your bitten and bleeding lips

Omega is very repressed in receiving reciprocation in any form of relationship, so when you do he's ecstatic, doubling down in whatever he feels has caught your attention

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

He turns to give you his attention immediately

He doesn't want you to wait on him

What if you lose interest? What if you choose to leave him for another? What if you want one of the older segments?- He swears you have a thing for guys like Gamma! what if- what if.

Being him is really hard. Not only does he doubt himself when compared to the others, he knows he really shouldn't have survived the erasure event had he not

so when he turns to you he really hopes it him you're calling for

if its not, he'll pout and deflate

if youre not looking you wont catch it

because he switches and begins loudly whining or becoming snippy with the one who you were actually addressing

Zandiks Memories

[About Segment 18] - He's annoyed that he has to fill the role of 18 since his passing, he already has enough on his hands with the memory of you playing on repeat in his head and the events that followed his escape from the Akedemia. so when he'd returned to the labs to see their numbers had decreased by half and Prime was dishing out orders. Yeah, he was not impressed

From the ages of 17 to 23 he attended the Akademia officially as the first multi darshan desert student. The sages did not like him but he had a decent reputation with other students

you could even say he had a few friends later in his education

his earlier years [from 13 to 18; which is rather fuzzy in his head when he tries to recall that age period, granted, that was not his designated period.] is when he first met Greater Lord Rukkadevada, the one person he thought cared for him

She saw this kid, determined to experience her domain of knowledge and turned a blind eye to his sneaking and started giving him ‘special treatment’ within the Akedemia.

not out of pity or even care, but curiosity, especially after taking a look into his daydreams

The time between her and him existing at the same time was short- her death coming about a year into her observing him akin to a lab rat

She needed to form an understanding on how Nahida would fare when she did separate her from Irminsul- and with the death of Nabu Malikata and King Deshret, she did not want to endanger their children to her observation and social experiments

After her death he was left in the dark about a lot of things, he no longer had the freedoms he had before, the guards were turning him away, teachers paid attention and called him out in lecture halls

embarrassed and ashamed with his metaphorical tail between his legs he'd scampered away each and every time he was caught until his notes caught the eye of the Spantamad sage

He struck the fountain with that slip, earning a sponsorship and formal education under him

he quickly flew through the books in the house of Deana now he had an akasha terminal, enrolled in the other darshans and climbed the ranks

He was impressive, older students saw him as equals, younger ones praised his thesis. He tested the boundaries of what they considered the rules and for that he earned the other sages ire

[It seems you're able to view this particular memory period; Here]

after running from the academia he spent a few years on the run, learning to fight, learning to trust no one but himself

making his way back to the divine tree to say his final goodbyes to what remained of his youth he caught sight of that young girl again, she had not aged a day since that fateful night

The sages were there with guards dragging her upwards to where Lesser Lord Kusanali… He clicks to the girl's identity - he turns the other way.

He sneaks into the grand sages office while they're distracted and found the Greater Lords notes on him by fluke and boy did that officially set him off- not only did he discover he was being used to observe how children with a ‘lesser humanity’ or ‘void of empathetic response’ for her purest branch project.

he learnt he was never in control of his education, his ability to freely sneak in and out of the house of Daena- she even placed certain books in places for him, left doors open on purpose, told sages and students to look away, sometimes instructed people to approach him and ask questions, prod him, test his reactions.

Then he took it further, breaking into the Sanctuary of Suristhana to find out what that child knew about the Greater Lord, only to be even more enraged that even as her next of kin; ‘the branch project’ who Rukkadevada had ‘raised’ knew nothing of him [that stung.]

an with all with her divine abilities, she was practically allowing herself to be entrapped by humans relinquishing her control and the Akasha terminal

but one good thing he learnt was the truth of the Creator, that you would one day be reborn - from that point onwards he would divulge in the creation of artificial and biological immortality as well as attaining powers reminiscent to human made divinity to follow in your footpath

…He'd dragged you into his mess, and for that you paid for it with your life. He’s not going to let you go this time round.

Erasure event

Omega survived erasure by special circumstances. Had it not been for the ‘kindness’ of the knights of Favonius, he would not have lived.

Having collapsed outside of the Church of Favonius, Varka had taken the opportunity to 'pay back' the fatui for Ursa the Drake incident by dragging his body to the Church and allowing Barbara to revive and heal him under strict supervision

They ended up never telling him as to make them think they still have a favour with the knights but Omega was rightfully confused when awakening in the churches medical ward surrounded by a handful of healers and an armed guard

Suitor - Beta [Segment 35]

Otherwise previously known as 'Omega-Build', since his time with the Traveler in Sumeru, this segment has since been demoted from his 'Omega-build' status by Prime for failure in properly erasing ALL other segments, even while he did secure two gnosis' for her majesty, the Tsaritsa.

"Beta (B), He'd been active without disruption in his entire linear existence - He's the one who keeps everyone semi-regulated and organised, set to Zandik's most apathetic and lowest state of being - he's brutal in his observations and not one to have a second thought about making sacrifices and being borderline suicidal - he was the one present in your Sumeru Archon quest and made the decision of erasure for my fellow segments.’

Aged 38 [Physically] at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 35

He loves theatre, be it musical, dance or simple instrumental. his favourite leans toward Inazuman themed plays. He has fond memories of the Zubayr Theatre then to the Snezhnayan plays.

When presented with the name of Il Dottore, a name revered and beloved throughout Snezhnaya, he promised her Majesty that he would uphold the title, even if it meant treading a fine line between erasing Zandik from history and allowing Dottore to be born

He's got sharpened teeth; they're not to the point where he could potentially rip out someone's jugular like Omega but he could still deal some damage

He isolates himself, both on purpose and by accident - It leaves him hurt every single time, but he's found solace in his sprites, the little crow puff balls [Dottolings.]

There's only three left under his care that listen to him.

The rest have died out over the years through mistreatment, experiments or just from them going missing

They're his babies, if he lets you care for one or sends them to follow after you, you can at least tell you're special to him

Since the erasure event, the Dottolings have made a resurgence; the sprites seemingly harbouring a vendetta against him

which he takes personally, he only allows the ‘original’ three to perch with him and will attack the others on sight

he's a yapper, but with no one but his sprites to yap to, he's become a little stunted in proper responses

resulting in his theatrical way of conversing, playing the role of Il Dottore for the Tsaritsas amusement and to hear his birds chirp

[×] Beta has Zandiks Ears

[×] Beta has a focus on Haravatat studies

[×] He is partially made from the remains of a Tengu named Reizenbou as a show of faith towards the Inazuman delegation early in his indoctrination into the fatui

“My base is of Youkai origin, the fabled Tengu of the Inazuman region as a show of faith. To whom? I don't seem to remember, though I do faintly remember it being associated with my investigation into the Electro Archons puppetry. Though if she knew my body was made from one of her old friends… hmn, I imagine she would not be too pleased.”

Out of all the segments play into it the most.

Often picking at himself and you pieces of invisible specks to you

adorning himself with stolen relics of items from your home, he likes the bronze and rose-gold jewellery best

and the feathery plume that sits on his shoulder does come from him, growing fairly rarely alongside his normal hair

As such he reserves any fallen pin feathers to add to his shoulder guard. the damaged ones he gives off to the segments [and regretfully; Prime]

though he is much more willing to save the next molts best for you to have, he'd love to style something for you to wear or keep on your person

It doesn't change too much, but it makes him a lot lighter than the others despite having the same mechanical inner

Also gives him an extremely high electro resistance which is why he was put in charge of ‘Shouki no Kami’- “Hmm, there it is again, the feeling that I've forgotten something.”

He does not realise it but he does puff up too when he's flustered, a slight electro charge sparking from the tips of the feathers

[× - Wanderers Interlude] He was the Segments in charge of the Escher event in Inazuma

[× - Sumeru Archon Quest] and the Segment who initiated the erasure event

[×] Electro catalyst user

[×] “mnhm hm!-” Closed mouth chuckles, more of a smiler when laughing unless he's up on a stage performing, then he's following the script to the tee. You've heard him laugh and snicker rather often in game since you meet him in sumeru, but when hes with you enjoying himself you'll notice him lean into you, smiling into your shoulder so you can feel his reactions are only for you

About Prime - “Prime is an interesting segment, he had convinced the majority of our peers that he was the original, that Il Dottore still lived and that he was that person. I have to appreciate the confidence in his ability to uphold this facade, a ballsy move but a smart one. He convinced them easily.”

About Omega - “Omega is a pathetic being, I almost feel bad for him. You've seen how he acts, his behaviour is so… curated. a fake personality for a fake man.”

About Gamma - “He's surprisingly a durable old man. You say he is what I would have become should I have aged normally? What a dreadful thought.”

About Delta - “... that was an interesting age to watch unfold, Zandik had started developing a lot of- I wouldn't consider it odd based on our own personalities but it definitely presented… uniquely him.”

About Ursa - "There's not much to say about him, he's served his purposes of creation well, obedient and reliable and dreadfully boring.”

About Zeta - “The child, yes, he's someone of considerable interest to us but he's extremely finicky and sensitive as is expected of children his age. He's nothing like the rest of us.”

About Reader - “Ah! it seems you've arrived at a grand conclusion about me. Am I as horrible as the masses have made me out as?... yes? hah! Good, you're not as shallow as you're made out to be. join me on a walk?”

He's obsessed with you, there's no way to put it lightly.

He loves the idea of you, just as all of the others, but it's the fact that you have ascended all by yourself, there was no need for intervention, no other gods to pull you down to Teyvat. you fell for them. his own fallen angel.

He won't call you the Creator in an earnest or devout tone, his own leaves a sore spot as is, he can understand your resistance to the title. So let him call you his Angel, his subject, his muse.

Dark blue is his colour, and dark blue is what he wants painted on you in pretty straps and buckles, to match him of course.

He is the least likely to romanticise or sexualise your interactions, he's distracted by what you know, what you can show him- what you can do for him

he can't deny his attraction if you bring it up, making small quips or jokes he hears the more crude fatus soldiers utter when they think he can't hear them

He nit picks, boldly bringing up your issues publicly if you'd asked him to remind you, chastising you when you forget something small; All harmless little things he sees in older relationships and ones he's seen first hand

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

He wants you to be addressing him but is too hyperaware of the others in the room to assume its him immediately

He will subtly lean towards you and try to sus out if its him you're asking for

He sometimes gets it wrong and in attempts to cover up his floundering, side stepping you to speed walk to the cupboards behind you

He'll deny it if you point it out or ask

but will shove it in the others face if you go up to him after calling out his name

Zandiks Memories

Age 35 - This was Zandik's peak state of being and his worst, teetering on the edge of insanity and intellectual euphoria he skated that thin line and re-emerged a new man, presenting himself to the Tsaritsas’ Fae court with his creations and revelations. It wasn't often a human could impress them and Pierro was inclined to agree with them.

He has had time in isolation, hidden in alcoves and tinkering away at different mechanisms from Khaenri’ah guards to King Deshrets’ shrines and temples

in his isolation with no one but himself to speak to… there was no way to prevent himself from going stir crazy, he had only himself and his thoughts- the betrayals of the last 30 years weighed heavily on him, all of which led to the path of self radicalisation.

his memories becoming twisted, overthinking those small interactions and dwelling on them, viewing the situations he'd found himself involved in as faults not his own

Zandik was not loved unconditionally by his parents, that much he remembers. There was always one thing or another he had to do in order receive affection or his basic needs

Learning what his name meant solidified that perspective; who names their kid “Heretic”

His family were well-known traveling tribe of eremite merchants that dwelled in the desert [they should have known what was going to happen], the extremely large family with a pack of sumpter beasts carting their goods along the sandy dunes - entering the northern skylines was an idiotic move on their part. It was their fault that he'd gotten separated from the pack, and was isolated! [They should have known!]

he didn't even know what had become of his beloved pet until he was in his early 20's. he had gotten to keep one of the beasts runts as his own that he named Ajilenkah Nut [or Nut for short]

He use to follow along diligently, listening in on the trades the adults did with scholars and foreign travellers

That was where Zandik first started picking up their languages and started pilfering through the packs of these strangers, raiding the scrolls, scriptures and books they carried with them

For the best part he kept quiet and out of the way of his family and yet it wasn't enough

“Never enough!” Zandik screeched, backing away from the prying hands, eyes wildly flickering between their faces “Why- you will regret it!”

…Zandik considered himself abandoned, an orphanage taking him in after his caravan left without him [Did he not toil enough for them? he had done what they had asked- he endured it all, he endured the hungry nights! he-]

The orphanage was a sub branch under the House of the Hearth that Crucibena visited semi-frequently for her ‘checks’

These checks had many kids disappear, always the strongest or physically abled of the group

Never him; his constitution was considered weak and his academic knowledge ignored in favour of the powerful and influential of his age

His future insistence on using House of the Hearth orphans for experiments came from his experience within the system

Beta is spiteful towards Crucibena AND the other children who either got that new life, or bullied and abused him during his time in the orphanage. “-Fuck them kids, bro.”

Suitor - Prime [Segment 45]

‘Prime, we used to call him Alpha… He is the first and original. He is the leader and Creator of the new world. Even abandoned, I yearned for my Creator's gaze to fall on me with familial care…’ Ursa pauses, looking away from you

‘Prime does not leave his lab. He does not bother himself with others if he does not hold them to importance.’ he turns back, his red eyes piercing into yours as his hands fly to communicate his feelings ‘This is the first time I've seen the man outside of the lab space and interacting with someone who is not Pantalone or his experiments.’

He hated everything about his base physiology and biology before he became Dottore and separates that part of himself as “Zandik”

With the other Segments, he does remain connected to each of them psychologically, he can make them share or split consciousness but they cannot return the favour which he finds funny because they all have the same interest in Control.

He's replaced most of his body parts for artificial prosthetics

and as a connecting point to the segments, allowed them to use the 'human' parts of Zandik for their own purposes, unknowing that he'd use that classic Zandik selfishness to his advantage in implanting a biological bomb into them

[×] This is Boattore

[×] Prime has Zandiks Brain

[×] Primes has no singular educational focus, He has a hand in all darshans

[×] He has no inhuman components, opting for only allowing his mechanical replacements

“I do not need added features in order to further explain my inexplicable desire to keep you by my side. I'm enough as myself, am I not, my dear éna? What they give is clouded by their… parts, makes them more suggestable to certain stimuli though i suppose you find it… ‘quirky’. It does not affect their abilities or their mentality when it comes to their ultimate purposes, so take it how you will.”

He does have a few prosthetics as he's replaced a few of his organs or limbs due to them becoming too damaged or simply infusing them into his segments so they register as ‘Zandik’ within the Leylines and to the Heavenly Principles

but his behaviour and reactions are all his genuine human emotions

He's very proud of that fact and will reject the notion of adding the Gods will into himself or the pieces of others into him that he doesnt deem worthy

He does have traits that can be related to certain animalistic ideals as they've manifested through association with his Segments and the natural human degradation of the mind due to isolation

he does pick up those things from them unintentionally, less the younger segments and more from Gamma and Delta so he doesn't connect his action to them immediately

Additionally Apeps blessing does not change him, it only affects those around him

With that, you can rest assure the way he acts around you is just his unfiltered persona and his want to have you close [his bias]

[×] Cryo Claymore user

[×] “Awh- Hah! hahh-” Prime does laugh occasionally, but you'd have to really get him going to hear more than an ‘amused chuckle’ that he drawls out if he's distracted and reacting impulsively. His laughter comes out more if you catch him on good days and have him alone from the other segments and harbingers otherwise it will sound more cynical to cover up any emotional weaknesses that may show [Although everyone already knows you are a weakness of his]

About Omega - “His creation's purpose is to encapsulise Zandik's youth as a Fatui operative, He'd mutilated his own body after running away and experimented on his own form to create what you know as elemental agents, those were the good days.”

About Beta - “His creation allowed Zandik to reflect the most productive and destructive moments of his life, several instances I can recall that could cause further problems down the tracks. You cannot predict him, but really, can you predict any of us at this point?”

About Gamma - “His creation served less of a focused opinion of Zandik's, Gamma was only allowed continued existence due to the overproduction of spare segment husks, we are not wasteful. at 80 Zandik hadn't been doing much apart from written reports. You may not notice but Gamma is much more affected by the original's mental and physical limitations than he shows openly.”

About Delta - “He was supposed to be the last of our small colony. Delta signified an end of an age and the degradation of Zandik's strength and mental fortitude. If you've not been forewarned, do not let him cozy up to you, he is not an innocent man, he is just as guilty of our crimes.”

About Zeta - “What to say about poor little Zeta. Yes, there is some fondness for him but also… disappointment. As he aged naturally I've seen that Zandik was destined to spiral, our experiments on Zeta was always to see the results of alternative pathways for us before the event. His resets usually included memory deletion.”

About Ursa - “I believe I've made my opinion clear on… Ursa. He has earnt favour in the recent years but decidedly not much, but I must admit respect to those who defy the order of fate, a feat no other segment has achieved.”

About Reader - “As a creator to creator. We are like minded, two measly, weak humans caught up on a grand scale someone else is playing and forced to lose what made us human. We are the same, you and I, so is it not right for two outcasts to seek each other for comfort? to confide in? to form a connection not even the Gods could break?”

He's possessive and the least likely to share you with the other segments on a casual scale, if he is seen with you and another Segment he is ensuring he's in control of how you are all being viewed and intentionally alienates the addition so its clear to the outside looking in that you have a third wheel.

Zandik had never been good with embarrassment so this tactic works for him most of the time to get rid of unwanted guests

Zeta is immune to it, and usually flies over his head. Delta just straight up ignores it, the rest are visually embarrassed depending on how hard Prime goes to get rid of them

If you make a comment about his underhanded tactics he will feign ignorance and double down on it [so don't feel bad about helping out the others about dishing it back]

After uncovering the truth of Teyvat he will follow in your footsteps of forging his own form of divinity to meet with you at the beginning of the new world

He hopes you can match his freak when it comes to his science experiments.

He wants equal, mutual obsession. to have you want him just as much as as he feels he deserves

‘let him replace his heart with yours, tear out his lungs so he can give it to you to feel you breathe’ type obsession

Prime is unable to withhold these urges once he has you in his grasp

which is not entirely based on romantic or sexual desire, if he's being honest.

He's less focused on engaging with you in a romantic sense and more so wants to indulge himself with the presence of a like minded individual who has achieved his lifelong goal of artificial Divinity, Complete Control over oneself and their surroundings.

Once you engage with each other more he will actually make him more quiet (volume wise) just watching you exist alongside him

While he is a sexual suitor i dont think this man is interested in the sexual aspect of sex and does fall under the ‘Sex neutral’ Asexual umbrella

Allo mid libido haver

He enjoys the control aspect and the use it has over personal relationships and will engage in it as a form of an enrichment activity than a connective or bonding activity, but if you [or select partners like Pantalone] see it that way he's not too fused in correcting either of you

He wouldn't touch the activity if not for his attachment to you two anyways- his distaste for others, lack of trust, and the mutual appreciation that he's curated only between him, Pantalone and you being the main factors

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

He automatically assumes you're referring to him but he won't immediately pause to address you

Whether he notices it or not he does inch closer to you when you call his name

When he finishes what he's doing [or gets to a point where he can pause] he will finally give you attention

So you better be addressing him when you call that name when he is present or he will immediately sour, his usual grin growing tight if he sees you not waiting patiently for him and off talking to one of his segments animatedly

If you are addressing him he does expect you to at the very least wait for a pause in his work, if you come up to his side to observe what he's doing [albeit silently as to not disturb him] he will preen at the attention

Zandiks Memories

Aged 48 [Physically] at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 45

It was at this age that the original Creator finished the fabled Elixir and figured out how to segment himself. His first successful creation being that of Alpha

He is the prototype the rest will come to mimic before being treated as the new leader of the segments when Zandik comes to pass.

He obtains the memories and forbidden knowledge that Zandik had gained over his entire lifetime

Alpha can remember it as if it were yesterday - his mechanical components meshing almost too well with the man's brain, the organ in which he had been chosen to receive after Zandik's dissection.

All the secrets beheld by Zandik were now his

This is where he shed the identification of Alpha, adopting the new moniker of Prime since he no longer was a mere Segment nor was he entirely Zandik. He was something entirely new.

Post age 50; Due to the high mortality rate for humans, retirement from the Fatui militia workforce is placed at the age of 50. Zandik was still considered human despite his segments, so the ruling includes him. When more of the other harbingers catch on to the fact Zandik had died and it was a segment that has been masquerading as him, they do hold a meeting of those present at the palace to adjust the rules. The results permit segments created from Zandik at the age of 50 onwards are eligible for retirement, all segments made before are not.

o-o Ft. 18, Pierro, Crucibena, La Signora and Pantalone. o-o

“What?” 18 bursts out “That is not-” he flinches back at the dead stare and wide smile Crucibena gives him in response, ducking his head

“It is only fair.” he turns his gaze to the Jester, his expression reflecting the knaves “who knows how long you all have been-” his brow furrows, peering over to the Banker himself “no...- Regrator.”

Pantalone softly breathes out, sitting up straighter to give the older man a smile “Yes, sir?”

“Tell me, did you know of Dottores’ death?”

he purses his lips, feeling a thrum of fae magic begin to permeate the air. The dull sparkle reflecting from the jewel on Pierro's chest

“...yes.” The answer is torn from his throat “it occurred the morning of Zandiks’ eighty-fifth birthday.” The words taste sour

Pierro sighs “So you've been covering for him.”

“It makes sense.” Signora huffs looking over the numerous blue haired doctors with disgust “neither have been truthful during their service, and Zandik never did accept her majesty's gift”

18 steps up once again, not looking the man in the eye as he does so “I-” he swallows “Oh behalf of Il Dottore i’m here to…” his eyes drift back to Crucebena unsettling stare “to…”

“18.” Pantalone pipes up “do speak up.”

“to represent our own formal court!” The room falls silent. "Zandik's final goal was to meet the Creator. We're uh- we're made as gifts.”

"You know not to call them that.” Crucibena snaps “I taught you better than that boy. It's like you haven't learnt a thing - your stuttering is still abhorrent-”

“Let the young man speak, Mother Crucibena,” Pantalone smiles grimmly, leaning toward the woman “look at him. He's flustered, practically shaking in his heels.”

“He's certainly something.” Signore grumbles under her breath

“So you and your group want to file for a Fae status” Pulcinella says, disgruntled. his ears pinning backward in offence "why."

“Based on statistics we ran consisting of all known documents in the library” 18 collects himself, rushing around the room to hand out the stack of papers held within his hands “The Cre- Her majesty's hand will need a significantly higher ranked medical officer who's versed in procedures far beyond current human and Fae inventions that time or money can't buy” he gestures to Pierro then to Pantalone, then “we formed this coalition and have been developing it for them. you need us.”

Pierro and Pulcinella exchange looks of apprehension.

"You defend yourself by offending me and my people." Pulcinella hisses, the feathers dotting his hair and coat fluffing, golden eyes piercing into 18's red. "Dottore, you've always been a smart human. it's the one aspect of you that I liked. but this" he waves his hand, jesturing to him "well. look at you, nervous, an incompetent beligerent fool."

18 shrinks, face going blank seeing this man he care for turn.

"Now that's rather rude, don't you think, Rooster?" Pantalone interrults again. This time, his brow pinches, smile strained. "As far as I'm aware, this is the first time 18 has made an appearance to you"

Pulcinella huffs, eyeing the boy. "18- does that mean there 18 of you hidden away in the depth of your lair?"

"23." 18 mutters, "there's 23 of us left."

Signora sighs. "Oh great."

Suitor - Delta [Segment 65]

Originally his purpose is to observe and care for the subjects of Zandik's tests and experiments, the elementally altered Fatui and other military units - however he had also been given the task of babysitter for Zeta and other younger fatui members when they first joined the division

"Delta (Δ) - Active - His job is to observe the results of any given experiment within the labs, check in on the status of still living organisms and patients, he too was made mute in Primes haste which isn't a bother to the man, I typically assist Delta in his tasks, both of us not needing to communicate to convey results we find" - Ursa

The caretaker of the segments as a whole and designated harbinger induction officer alongside Pierro

Hes cared for many high profile fatui members before Arlecchino took over the House of Hearth and was considered a 'better' parental figure, he's quite bitter about it but knows not to comment his opinions should he be called out

When the new harbingers have finished their conditioning he promptly returns to the labs and informs the others of news from above ground.

He and Beta often take up the mantle for public relations, Beta being in charge of being the ‘face’ of Il Dottore while Delta deals with the internal affairs with the higher ranked members

…until Beta takes over that as well, leaving him to become the laboratory's primary carer.

He's also one of the founding segments, an original prototype as well.

Meaning his core is also a little outdated compared to the newer segments

Zandik had Delta's vocal unit disabled in order to see how he would cope with the loss at such an age, mimicking different illnesses or restrictions he himself would experience due to his favour from the Tsaritsa

[×] Delta has Zandik's right hand

[×] Delta has a focus on Vahumana studies

[×] Deltas base was made from the Rishboland Tigers that mauled Sohreh

‘Supposedly, He used the remains of a few Rishboland Tigers to create me. Though Gamma has muttered a few things off hand about where exactly he retrieved them from. He's purposefully altered the memories. He often reminds me to wear my mask in front of him so I'm very much aware I remind him of someone he wants from his present and future.’

‘digging up the grave of an old companion of his is not something Dottore would think twice about if it serves his purposes’ x 2

Through contextual clues and the fact you come from outside of Genshin; figuring out Deltas base was made from the Rishboland Tigers that mauled Sohreh was a tough pill to swallow

The others say the visual results were unintentional but that Delta acts much like the diseased, and turned out much to similar to the memory- used to speak too much like her

The masks became a mandatory requirement for segments because of Delta's DNA sequencing. why Prime sought it justified to have his voice box removed.

Rishboland Tiger wise- hes very warm to the touch unlike the others, has a very hardy grip and a need to knead your skin

He did not pick up any physical traits from the splicing aside from his hair taking a more coarser, sleek feel like a shorthaired feline, and it is harder for him to maintain

[×] Delta is the segment in charge of the Liyuen ruin guard production and was enjoying himself putting them all together alongside Zeta [Kept the kid occupied for a few years]

[×] Beta was the one who called him back to the labs and shut down the ruin guard labs

[×] Geo sword user - dual

[×] He's the hardest to get to laugh at because of the sheer amount of weird and wacky things he's overheard those he's cared for say- 400 years of it made him rather immune to slapstick amusement. It also doesn't help that he and Pantalone are buddy buddy and he's learnt the art of social cues and that fake ‘you're funny’ smile. when he's genuinely amused with something you've said or done, he will take your hand and bring them up to his lips.

About Prime - ‘Depending on the situation he can be reliable but I would not trust his recollection of memories to be accurate, none of them are very truthful and he aims to hide away rather than to face it head on.’

About Omega - ‘I've shared a common space with this segment for millenia… I live for the day he either ceases to exist or moves out.’

About Beta - ‘I should thank him, he did what others could not and is brave enough to go through with his motivations, even if it means killing himself.’

About Gamma - ‘Respectable, even as a reflection of Zandik at the old age of 80. he putters along as if he were Rho, those two were often seen together, you might know him as 25.’

About Ursa - ‘Odd. If it were not for the fact that I and the others were present for his creation I would not have believed him to be a part of Zandik, it seems you've influenced his development to divert our expectations. For that I thank you.’

About Zeta - ‘The Child keeps me company most days, there are not many who can keep up with him or are bothered to. While caring for him is an occupation, our continual interactions seems to have allowed a familial connection to occur’

About Reader - ‘your attempts to engage with us is interesting, curious. That's a dangerous skill for intellectuals like us to be exposed to. You keep us interested, but you know this already.’

He reads like it's his mission to understand you - any book, any tome, any script relating to you - he consumed. and since learning your language, he's found himself buried in even more content for you

Delta sees your relationship as his [Zandiks] chance to live that domestic life everyone talked about in his youth

Slow dancing to a gramophone, candlelit dinners under the starlight, sumeru rose petals scattered on bedsheets

Delta is fully committed to the delusion, and if he had you to himself, he would do whatever he could to make it a reality. Even going as far as to willingly spend his funds on a home of your liking, isolated but fully furnished and stocked of your favourite things like a caged bird. A fantasy he wouldn't be able to indulge in

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

Deltas curious as to what you're doing finding the situation odd the moment you entered the room and randomly called out their shared name into the room

he catches on quickly, remembering a similar situation occurring with Zeta when he was first activated and still learning the ropes of inserting himself in conversations

he keeps to himself and makes you come to him once he figures out you're targeting him to see his reaction to your little game

and acts oblivious if you ask

Zandik's Memories

[About 65] Delta and 65 are two different segments despite being split from the same age period, seeing the need for a caretaker- Zandik felt the need to split himself twice at this point; one to fulfill his purpose of opinions and one to sate his yearning for connection. The two would become envious of each other. One always gets what the other wants. 65 would have his audio receptors disabled so their arguments are hard to keep up with

Aged 68 [Physically] at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 65

Erasure event

His survival came purely from the blessing of the Tsaritsa, having collapsed during a harbinger meeting where he, the jester, and the regrator were present.

Her Majesty froze him alive when he realised what was about to happen. it prevented Delta from imploding and took him out for a while. when the remaining segments returned, she called for a mandatory meeting

Beta would arrive last and freeze and come face to face with the now scared Delta, the rest lingering behind with equally murderous looks and realise that he had not achieved the goal of erasing them all and would only be allowed to live [for the potential accidental harm to the Tsaritsa via detonating Delta] when he presents her with the Dendro and Electro gnosis.

Suitor - Gamma [Segment 80]

The surgeon and the resident old man in the group, the eldest surviving segment of the lot - he's a lot more mellow than the other whether it's from his old age getting to him or if it's that he's lost many of his friends [the other segments] in the erasure event. The blast really shook him

"Gamma (Γ) - Active - The legendary surgeon, now he's the one I try the best to avoid, he's in charge of the modifications done to both patients and segments and have been given Primes ‘right hand man’ title within the labs, he also has a habit of making unnecessary edits and constantly tries to get him onto the bench to add something experimental since Prime deems him as ‘failed’ and therefor free game, thankfully my old servant role is more important to Prime than as ‘practice meat’" - Ursa

He was one of the founding segments, an original prototype. He's an old ‘soul’ compared to the other remaining segments and he acts it.

Being older does not mean he was the first activated - only that his internal frame and components were the first to be assembled; like how one would have 6 drafts and only 3 make it through, he is considered someone who did not make it through

As Zandik aged, he began losing the ability to do the smaller precise works needed for the complicated builds resulting in using his unused prototypes to finish his premade makes [and making Omega mould his face so they could slap it onto the new segment]

Gamma's core glitches every now and then and when it happens he gets kicked out of active surgeries until he can gain control over it

There is an uncertainty in his core about aging those final few years and becoming like the original, betrayed and torn apart to be used as spare parts

especially now that they're not protected by stagnancy. He's aging like a normal human. Zandik died at 85 on his birthday- he does not want that fate

So he does his best to turn the tides, act opposite to his counterpart and more importantly; be more open

He has watched and observed his coworkers, his peers and experiments have proved to him that the herd mentality offers the best survival

and as much as he hates it, at least interacting positively with the segments and with the harbingers may extend his expiry

[×] Gamma has Zandik's left hand

[×] Gamma has a focus on Amurta studies

[×] A sumpter beast's remains were used as his basis.

“Dont fucking remind me. when I read through Primes’ original notes myself when I became head of the Segmentation creation and dispatch n’ saw the DNA sequencing for myself I shut myself down for a few days. A sumpter beast. He made me from the corpse of our old pack mule, Nut.”

As Gamma mentioned; A sumpter beast's remains was used as his basis. but digging up the grave of an old companion of his is not something Dottore would think twice about if it serves his purposes.

its name was Ajilenkah Nut, or Nut for short

The bones of Sumpter Beasts are extremely dense so they provided a very good structure base for him in Primes opinion

He has tiny little horns he hides in his hair and often forgets about it

His mask [to ensure it sticks to his face] hooks onto the horns like a slot

rub the base of them and he will melt into a puddle

Sometimes, he files them down too much and gets sulky when the sensation is too dull when you come by to do the above, but he has to endure it to maintain his humanity

Sure, outside of Gamma's interests and task it did influence him to loaf around than to be proactive

But for Gamma, he's there to show up, do his job well and leave.

Sumpter beasts are pack animals- his pack was his batch mate segments, most of which are now dead so he's not all too enthused to stick around the lab longer than he has to [or; stick around Beta, that is]

he will smother you if you choose to join him

[×] Geo polearm user - 'Mu' Summon

[×] “nh hheh” Quiet, low and modest chuckle from the resident old man of the group. kind of a dazed laugh like he doesn't expect it either. Unlike the other, he's not embarrassed by his reaction. Hee hadn't been for a lon time, so he'll openly react to things. It does help that his laughter isn't loud and obnoxious, either. also because it's hard to get him to laugh in the first place.

About Prime - “Oh please, I remember his period far too clearly, the insecurity, the social blunders and the harsh reality that we're nothing but pawns to another government system- the only difference between our youth and our prime is who's pulling our strings.”

About Omega - “All he does is talk, talk, talk! He used to be like how we were at 25, but now he's just irrational. Attacking and killing Ursa was not the objective, Ursa was supposed to be extracted alive. Before then, his retinue of tasks all ended similarly.”

About Beta - “The Archons couldn't kill me, what makes him think he can. If it weren't for the fact that he has segment control and one of two hard hubs for our collective system, I would have killed the bastard myself.”

About Delta - “Yes, we do have a cordial relationship, we understand each other best even though there is some strain. We have similar goals having been granted retirement, hah! to think we managed to get to the Fatui allocated retirement age, there are not many who can say they've achieved that.”

About Zeta - “...He calls me grandpa. What else am I supposed to say about him? it's embarrassing, but he at least does it unconsciously. He also is the one whose life revolved around family… Living like how we do must make him feel like an outcast of outcasts, what a loathsome life”

About Ursa - “His construction interests me greatly, the introduction of God's remains are not uncommon within our experiments over the years. but it is unusual that it sticks and creates a symbiotic relation. Prime has since restricted my freedom in performing biopsies on him since his training to be given to you began.”

About Reader - “You are a special case, I've not encountered someone as frustrating and so arousing. Thinking of any new theories with you around is pointless, you take up too much space in my harddrives… dont think about what i said too much.”

He loves you deeply and quietly, he knows how his younger segments are all loud in their obsessive love so he aims to try and fall out of the generalisation they all create of themselves

don't mistake it for being shy, he still has the arrogance and confidence known of Dottore - he's just jaded from the length of human experiences he'd been subjected to while simultaneously still yearning for a genuine connection

he is pushy, he doesnt know if his inhuman parts will outweigh his human ones and kill him off before he gets to do what he wants.

Gamma will rush you into decisions, pull you away every moment he has free, and make attempts to kick and scratch at the younger segments like brawling cats over food

[×] When he hears you ask for "Zandik"

He looks up briefly and watches you walk into the room but doesn't speak up at first

He looks for what you're going for first before returning to his work

he doesn't think, out of the others in the room, it’s him you're searching for so he doesn't keep his attention set on you

so you'll have to approach him [if it's during a procedure where hes operating, he'll absent mindedly tell you to not approach the table] 

when he finally notices you're waiting on him, he becomes flustered

[Omega scoffs from his corner of the room “I told you it's always the older ones.”]

Zandiks Memories

[About 25] Gamma and 25 were partners, the main Doctor and nurse pair of the lot and were who worked on upgrading or modifying everyone. 25 as the surgeon and Gamma, the nurse. Gamma appreciated and often reminisced on his youth to 25 and in turn 25 admitted to acknowledging that he [Zandik] had become well read and had done many accomplishments that he in his frozen state would not be able to achieve. They had a close relationship.

Aged 83 [Physically] at the time of meeting you- Cut from Zandik at the age of 80

Gamma worked very closely with 25 and Zandik to meld old tricks with the new and work to compile factual information

Gamma associated with Zandik and acted like a carer to him in his old age and was his social connection aside from Pantalone or the rare harbinger meetings he felt fit to attend

He had the choice to 'retire' and just exist, but he knew boredom would kill him if he did, so he spends his time tying up old projects of Zandiks, clean up the messes of the younger segments and attend seminars in Sumeru and watch the evolution of theories and researchers.

He takes over the greenhouses for the lab as a hobby, using his travels to look into new plants and collecting them to grow himself for potential breakthroughs

Erasure event

He only survived because another segment's destruction saved him. 25 had needed updates to his system, and as the main surgeon; he refused to be looked at by everyone except Gamma.

An explosion was set off during that very modification process that Gamma was conducting, the segment on the table went out first. 25 convulsing, had awoken mid operation and pushed Gamma away in confusion and desperation.

Gamma was taken aback and watched in horror as his components burned, then blew up his face knocking him back and causing his connection to the system to get cut just before Beta could erase Gamma himself.

Trilunar God - Omnicron

A work in progress of Dottore's genius, Gamma's modifications, and Beta's ambition. This segment has yet to be released, but its presence has since been revealed to the people of the realm

'Trilunar Amalgamation - Dormant - I expect it to receive ‘Omnicron’ (O) as its designation when complete. otherwise its purpose is unknown to me' - Ursa

[×] A component used to make his base were molted feathers from Columbina, fashioning them into form that increased his light threshold and increased his compatibility with being able to merge with the moon marrows

“Using the feathery plumes left behind by my dear little sister- It only made sense that the light energy were what was to be used as binding for this form, we used to be close, two birds of a feather, the segments kept them as souvenirs until eventually Columbina decided to discard us… It's a bitter-sweet reminder.”

It was a rather ingenious idea that Beta proposed when thinking of a base for him. Not only did it increase his potential compatibility with the Moon marrow, but it showed Dottore's acceptance of Columbina into his family fold- if she’d had stuck around that long

the pink toned feathers grow naturally at the base of his neck, obscured by his long hair

No angelic wings, no winged appendages on the sides of his face or hips- just… feathers. uncomfortable ones at that.

it was a disappointing revelation and showed that some side experiments were destined to be a failure

Lunar does feel like he is missing something, though, back itching as if his wings would burst forth and unfurl at any minute

though he puts it down as the moon's power coursing through him, threatening to escape and flee back to its owner.

With what he has, he does like when you comb through his hair and help him neaten the feathers when they come askew

They also fluff up too, though it's hardly visible with the amount of hair weighing them down

[x] Multi-elemental [Hydro, Cryo and Electro] Catalyst user with summons

[x] His laugh is very explosive if not expected. His genuine laugh is a full on cackle that thunders, he cant control it or the volume and will glitch in and out of existence, his voice even takes on the others, sounding like someone clipped the others laughs and layered it on top of his. The best way to get him to laugh like this is to surprise him rather than to do something funny and while it can be unnerving when he laughs like this he's passionate and well- genuine in his happiness with you.

About Prime - “He did not create me - For that, I would have to thank Beta. However, it would be amiss of me if i were to ignore the 'original'. His Failures in life led to his one success, Me. Oh how I would love to have him erased, but there needs to be a villain in every story- there needs to be someone who will put up a fight until the very end, and when he falls there then leaves you, My Love, who deserves only the best of endings.”

About Omega - “He's a filthy thing - truly not worth my time if it had not been you asking me this question. Oh what to say about this pathetic waste of materials… If it had not been for this- trogolodite, perhaps my physical form would have been available to you earlier, that i would not have to demean myself to experiencing the pleasures of you through second-hand memories. No matter, my body will be complete soon enough, I will not have to rely on the power of the moon and your screen's permission once these lazy Segments finish their experiments.”

About Beta - “Oh how the mighty fall. While I never considered this version of myself ‘Mighty’- I will give him one thing, If not for his insistence to Prime about the Lunar authority, I would not have become more than just an intrusive thought in the mainstream of consciousness we once all occupied. He, however, had thought he'd be the one wielding the power… hah- HahHa! That Idiot!- He sought to take what was rightfully mine. After his pathetic attempt of usurping Prime and the failure in erasing us all from the face of Teyvat- it's pathetic, really. He just thought he'd be allowed to continue as he was? To think we once shared the same existence, he could never be enough as he is now. not for Prime, and certainly not for you”

About Gamma - “I pity him the most- Forever cursed to be stuck in that decrepit form, Aged enough to experience the hardships of time and yet still so inexperienced because Beta just had to destroy the collectives stream. All he has to offer me intellectually is his so-called ‘Advice’ as an older man, which immediately becomes null and void when considering my new expertise. Regardless, He is the best suited to care for you when im not around - his ancient mechanical structure and obsolete digital components make him the easiest to hijack”

About Delta - “The Babysitter… His primary function is to ensure experiments like me reach their full potential. If I were some bumbling infant like those two children perhaps I would have been subject to that same phenomenon they hoped would stick, to become a simple ‘Duckling’ in this bastardised familial hierarchy- but both he and Prime failed to realise the extent of my abilities and mental maturity the moment the three moons came into my reach. Uhgh, to think they believed me to be as naive as them.”

About Ursa - “A child that tries to act like its parents. He was a failure the moment I laid eyes on him, even if it weren't for his voice box being faulty - at least it knows the basics of its new purpose under your care. Although I will admit, at least his potential is not being utterly disregarded. Even after being told how broken he is, he is still striving to prove himself - that is what makes a ‘Zandik’- ‘Dottore’.”

About Zeta - “Even worse than the failure - I'm not even sure it knows what it's supposed to be, who it's to become. Really, I'm disappointed in Prime. He had the perfect opportunity to create a star. All this child is now is a curse, just like he was. Hah! He failed by his creator and failed more by his surrogate segment. He was a mistake from the very beginning”

About Mu and Foxtore - “Objectively It should not even be considered a ‘Segment’- It is your Plaything, an empty husk of a Vessel… but to ignore the pleasure it makes you feel would mean the experiment we started would be meaningless, it is a gift for you and I am not one to waste such important data- not when it pertains to you. I'm aware that when it is empty, the creature that roams Inazuma pilots it - If we're talking about my opinions on the ‘thing’, I suppose my feelings are the same. It is just a pet”

About Reader - “Really now… To consider them to still be me is arbitrary, logically the moment Prime had segmented us from the main body, we all became something new- Even if you consider the modifications we go through, our bodies are separate now, Beta destroyed the main connections between segments and we each existed alone for an extended period of time. So I have no regrets or doubts about my opinions on the others. They're all inferior to me.”

Does Luna think the other segments are deserving of your care, your love, your attention?

The simple awnser is- No, not at all. If he had the ultimate choice he would not let them be considered even equal to him in your mind. The one thing he'd agree with Beta with would be to erase the rest of his fellow Segments so he wouldn't make the mistake and not follow through to ensure they all died.

But he recognises you've become attached to them. They now have leverage, they have a purpose, and he can't deny that now. The Trilunar God wishes to have the perfect world - who is he to ignore the efforts you are making to make just that? He's proud, really, that you in all your glory are so defiant despite wanting the same thing as he does.

Epsilon - Datattore/Dr Data

The inevitable end to Dottore and a pathway yet to come. You know how his story ends, but will you allow him to complete this goal?

Mu - Monster!Dottore

Dottore's Monster. It roams the depths of his lab like a vishap, consumes pests like a rishboland tiger, and stalks its prey like an abyssal wolfhound. genetically modified to be the shadow in his laboratory that people whisper and theorise about, if only just to scare them.

Nu - Foxttore

That little monster from the Scarameow sumeru cutscene is Mus basis. The miniature form that controls the mindless beast when Dottore is not piloting it manually

'Nu (M - Foxtore) - Active - The blue muscle rat… I know it roams Inazuma more days than not. for what reason I'm not sure, but it seems to like eating the rations Delta gives me so I keep it close on the days it returns to the labs' - Ursa

Upsilon - Dottolings

The ghosts of segments long passed.

All other segments were ‘erased’, their bodies all sat deactivated in Prime's central unit in an off shoot to his habsuite. Their cores have all but extinguished and have since laid as dormant husks, every now and then he sees Gamma drag one out and follow Prime, door locking automatically behind them, but the void segments are never seen walking around when he hears the machines switch off from the labs days after.

[Have to stop here because of lag and reaching post limits - links to be added for subsequent data] These won't be under an 'x Reader tag'

About... [Segments and their relationships with other characters]

The dead... [Dottore and the Creator part 2 - All dead segments]

“-again, thank you for attending the meeting, Dottore.” Pantalone murmurs quietly to the towering man, arms folded behind his back as they both watch the delegates make their way out of the conference room. A polite nod here, a handshake there, and they had seen off just about the entire cabinet “so, what bet did you lose to have to pick up this shift, hmmn?”

Dottore lowers his head to the man. the beak of the sleek leathered mask pricking at his forehead. Pantalone leans back with a sigh

“still upset by our last bout then?”

the feathers on Dottore's coat fluff up, a quiet audible huff sounding from behind the mask. The black haired man pouts at the response

“Just because I refused to increase your personal allowance doesn't mean you have the right to ignore me and give me the silent treatment. you're the collectives’ outsource, you'd do well to remember that” Dottore straightens at the statement, Pantalone shakes his head and raises a hand to wave him off “apologies, ‘more quiet than usual’” he smirks as he, in the segments own language, signs it back with ease “-is that better, friend?”

abandoning the smiling man at the cheeky retort, Dottore steps away. Pantalone follows along, the both of them making their way out and into the private halls of the Zalpoyarny palace away from the generalised public. a space only inhabited by the highest ranks.

the door seals closed behind them, the soft thud of Pantalones cane and their footsteps echoing down the crystal halls

“It's not often I get requests for such things from you” he says “and such a paltry amount too. just under the number that I'm required to report to my financial advisors.”

his eyes slit open, the pale violet dull in the dawning light filtering through the windows “should i be worried you're trying to embezzle the Northland bank? pull some nefarious plans to make off with my mora reserves?”

Dottore remains responseless as they walk.

“Now I wouldn't be opposed to discussing this matter more privately should we need to, but sadly, the matter was picked up from an accountant before coming to me personally. it-”

“oh?” his lips quirk up in a sly grin “so that’s why…”

he pauses when the blue haired man finally responds, a quiet chitter vocalised through his mask.

Nothing more than clicks, something reminiscent of an actual birds chatter that he could hear should he enter the gardens

Dottore turns his head, the feathers fluffing up more as if to hide his face despite it already being obscured, but it did not hide the deepening colour of his ears from Pantalone careful stare when he leans in teasingly, tugging at the others coat to pull him down

“Look at you, my old friend!” he laughs joyfully. "You've become utterly smitten with them- going as far as to try and use government funds to further your standing with them. Such a bad. boy- like you haven't aged a day past twenty!”

The doctor grabs him by the wrist wrestling his grip from his coat and batting him away, speeding up his pace to make distance

“you act so much like your younger counterparts, you know!” Pantalone calls out, lowering his arm when Dottore disappears downstairs, likely returning to the second harbingers’ labs “you'd do well to remember that, Delta dear!”

○-○ Handjob ○-○

‘A gift. - from your favourite advocate.’

Delta huffs as he unveils a check from an envelope, reading over the numbers he'd been allocated. An unexpected return of the banker brought about curiosity from the others as he handed over the papers to him

He pockets the check, not bothering with showing it off. it never did him well to in any other circumstance, showing his hand would only have them hound the regrator and quickly have his new funds retracted

and so he waits with baited breath from the subsequent meetings to adjourn. for little Zeta to get carted off back to the higher levels of the building to the ‘childrens' section.

alone, he glides out of the crowded room, headed towards the abandoned sections of the lab dormitories. tapping in a code into a panel and relaxing at the undisturbed sight of the inhabitant

“Dottore!” You perk up, leaning away from the wall with a paint roller tight between both hands “Done for the day?”

he bobs his head

‘No need for any more distractions.’ his fingers fly, pointer and minding bending in a sharp curve ‘I've also brought some good news’

he lets the door close behind him, wandering to the small alcove in the middle of the room where you've dumped the bulk of your supplies.

“I like the sound of that.” you smile warmly, finishing off the current roll, then settling the polearm down onto the protective sheet below. waddling over the cans of paint to lean against Delta's back, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and pecking the side of his mask

wordlessly, he gives you the check. you stare blankly at the sheet until he presses it closer

“y-yes?” You say confused “im not sure what im looking at here, Delta…”

‘its a check.’

“Not that.” You scoff, a lips lifting trying to hide a smile “what it’s for.”

‘you.’

“Dottore.” You say exasperated, leaning into him more heavily “a little more than that, please.”

‘to help with the redevelopment efforts.’ he nods his head to the room as he elaborates ‘your work should be compensated, it's only proper to reward diligence, dear.’

“i think you're just feeling guilty i'm the one fixing the spare rooms” you muse, tucking your face against his neck, relishing in the stutter in his breath when your cold cheek makes contact with his

‘irrelevant objection. guilt means we've committed a sin.’ his head sinks more into the feathers ‘there was no need for us to have separate quarters when we don't require sleep, we also held no individual possessions to store’

“Look, it's not my fault you all thought grouping up in the same rooms was the smarter idea” he chases your touch when you pull away, hand dragging over the leather harnesses that rests over his chest, locking the intricate pieces of his clothes perfectly in place. “even if the normal uses of a private space is ‘irrelevant’ to you all.”

‘it was convenient and resulted in greater avenues for data.’

“and allowed you all to funnel all your expenses into your experiments and frustrations with each other."

‘Zandik has been explicit in the terms of our creation’ even repeating the old rules ruffled his feathers ‘Our existence wasn't meant to outlast his intentions in such ways’

“You mean he didn't mean to make you all your own person.”

he winces, ‘That's a crude simplification of a decades’ long debate.’

you walk around, opting to sit in front of him cross-legged “sorry, I know you're all still grappling with the idea of free will.”

‘again, another simplification.’

lifting the paper up again, you stare at the 6 figure number

‘you can use it for anything.’ Dottore adds ‘sustenance, new clothing-’

“How much do you think that bed we saw last time we went promenading the markets will be now?” You gasp “-if it's even still available…”

he cocks his head curiously ‘a new bed? you mentioned it was too soft for you.’

“no. for you!” You point over to the wall you were painting “It would be perfect in the center. The ones in storage made your back hurt, no?”

he grumbles intelligibly beneath his mask ‘you're not spending the funds I acquired for you to spend on me. This is not how it works.’

you read his hands and smile mischievously

“huh?” you pout, a glint shining in your eyes “sorry what was that?”

Dottore narrows his eyes at you, and even if you can't see it, you can feel the red hot irritation building

‘you-’

you turn your head and shrug, anything he had to say ignored

you duck and roll away, dodging when he swipes his hand out to grab at you, laughter erupting from your mouth as he follows suit with a groan, hearing his metal joints creak. The momentary pause gives him more than enough time to grab your ankle and pull. a giddy squeal, leaving your lips as he drags you under him and pins you down loosely.

a shadow casts down over your smiling face, looking up at him with mirth

“dont look so smug.” you quip “I didnt even fight.”

Dottore lets out a low growl, raising one of his hands to lift the bottom of his mask, gripping your chin and smashing his lips against yours. biting your bottom lip and sucking harshly on your tongue when you open your mouth to welcome him in

he sighs, rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him. He relaxes back, massaging his fingers down your form to dig into the fat of your ass

“hahh- heheh” there's a glimmer of simmering heat in your eyes that Dottore catches, you lean fully into him, kissing up his neck and rocking back and forth atop of him, his grip guiding you to drag your clothed mound over top of him

“Delta” you moan, sucking on the loose skin on his neck, unbuttoning his slacks and dancing your finger beneath his underwear “Lift your hips- ah, just like that.”

he lets you go just for you to disappear below his line of sight. He huffs, trying to brush away the bundles of feathers, unbutton his coat - anything to see you.

his pants are pulled off, and you smile against his thigh, biting into the creases where it melds into his bony hips

Dottore grits his teeth and hisses. you hand making contact with his cock and position the leaky tip to lips only to spit down the length and slowly pump your hand

he swallows down his broken chirps of pleasure, haggard breaths when his head tips back when you decide to speed up, wiggling your way down to his balls and licking over them like they were salted Ajilenkah nuts

his ass jolts when you prod further down, slipping your tongue lower and curling into the precipice of his ass and deviously speed your pace on his poor weeping cock.

he hips jerk up, a click echoing from his hip at the sudden movement, making him wince and you, chuckle only furthering his suffering when the vibrations make him want to buck into your mouth. he clenches his teeth when you suckle softly on his sack, switching up from the rushed lapping to his asshole away and stealing away his orgasm

Dottore groans at the building gratification he feels approaching, blinking back the prickles of pleasurable tears when you shuffle closer to lift his bottom up to sit his legs around your shoulders for better access.

His heeled boots dig into your back almost painfully, pants pulled down but trapping you between his legs

he reaches for your head, misses the first time, but then finds you, twisting his fingers onto your hair and growling. you let go of him, tongue slipping back into your mouth and trailing saliva until he collides your lips together with his messily.

“were you not enjoying it?” You pout into his ear, speeding up your hand, relishing in the breathy panting, his struggle to lay still for his own benefit “I thought you liked my experiments?”

he glares at you from the corner of his eyes, red shining through the tinted glass. you take up precedence kissing his clavicle whilst cuddling up to his side

“or are you just being a grouchy old man ‘cause I haven't let you cum yet?”

he narrows his eyes at the taunt, rolling you back over with a grunt. your eyes blown out in with lust and excitement

○-○ Voyeurism and a sneaky takeover by another segment ○-○

Relocating you back to the room while he went to get refreshments was an error on his part he'll admit, especially when younger more pent-up versions if himself roamed the halls, lurking for the oppurtune moments to strike

“Nnyah- hah!”

He hadn't even left for more than 20 minutes.

Delta has to avert his eyes from the sight of you - it had been days since Omega had finally gotten a taste of you himself and he was not stopping now he had you isolated again, seemingly seeking you out the moment his work for the day had come to its end.

Leaving you alone for that brief respite had turned out to be one of the least favourable results of any choice he'd made.

debauched and lost in the constant pleasure, he was surprised you hadn't called the rabid dog off of you after earliers session. he honestly had hoped you would if only to allow him to take his place for another round.

swallowing back his irritation for the change in schedule, he leans from the dorm room door, deciding to just return later to relax with you. Going in now would just be torture

He supposes this is revenge on the other man's part for his earlier transgressions.

“Fuhk- Zandik!”

the clipboard in his hand splinters, the bowl of fruits he'd balanced on top clattering to the floor while he leans against the frame. a cackled laughter and pornographic groans of encouragement following your cry, the wet slaps speeding up alongside the sound of sheets tearing.

He looks down and sighs, grabbing the corner of his cloak to obscure the bulge in his dress pants and uncomfortably kicking the remains of the board, shattered porcelain and fruits to the side to collect later.

○-○ Bragging and a Kamera ○-○

an hour passes by painfully for Delta, the only free room had been his office - the very open and glass walled office that bleed into the rest of the segments' communal area

Prime had implemented it on purpose

‘To ensure any delinquency is limited’ Prime had a grin as he turned it to Omega and Beta ‘Keeping an eye and ear on you all is needed to keep this household functional after all’

He'd been supportive of the action back then, having dealt with sharing a room with Omega since the segment's creation. the forever 25 year old had been voracious with his hand and imagination, thinking he'd fallen asleep by the time he'd decided to relieve himself. There was no doubt in his mind Omega would drop his pants and go off if the partitions were fully closed off here, subjecting them to his pathetic whimpers, a feature only he seemed to willingly vocalise aloud.

but now he feels miserable, the privacy of his room overtaken by Omega's descent into depravity, his goal to absolve his dry spell, leaving him to have to suffer, his new room unfinished.. and even at the dead of night, here was not alone.

He has to watch while Beta makes an absolute fool of himself in front of Gamma while sporting the worst hard on he's faced in his 400-plus years of living.

“what crawled up your ass” he grimaces when Gamma takes notice of his haunting presence, making sure his coat stays in place as he lifts his hand

‘Omega.’

“Is he still railing our darling?” Beta scoffs, adjusting his mask to pull it further down his face “has he not had enough? we could hear him from the other side of the complex barely half an hour ago squealing.”

“selfishness is a core component of our being” Gamma states dryly

‘Did you forget how long you spent hoarding them in your quarters?’ he adds on ‘and how lucky you got your own room to yourself for it all?’

“Jealous are you?” Beta sneers “Maybe you should follow in my footsteps old man and kill your roommate- I can confirm the results are quite satisfactory”

“what, and get our designations changed to 'Beta cuck the second'?” Gamma laughs, countering him in Delta's place

Beta scoffs slipping out a scalpel from one of the straps on his thigh, throwing it at the other segment, Gamma doesn't flinch, lifting a board and grunting when it lodges into the wood right in front of his face

Gamma threw it right back at him, the younger man getting pelted by the blunt corner

Delta reclines in his seat commiserating over his still aching dilemma, debating on simply retreating to the bathroom and risking it there or to make his way back to the room suck it up and share

Both were options he didn't want to do.

“Delta, you look pained.” Gamma observes him, taking note of the uncomfortable movements he makes

“he's horny” Beta states bluntly, leaning over and poking him incessantly “look at him. laboured breath, flushed cheeks, his hips are even undulating-”

“Could you be any more crass?” Gamma hisses “I know what arousal looks like.”

“Then why. ask.”

“its called being respectful, something you never seemed to learn in your youth.”

Delta bats them both away, standing to leave the room, the thought of retreating to the bathroom now favourable even though deplorable behaviour of an older man like him

“I'm being helpful.” Delta glares at Beta, the man holding up his hands in defense

“Beta, just get way from him” Gamma ends

“Aawh, but I have a grand idea to prove my generosity!” he holds out his palm, summoning a holographic screen and sliding it over with a dangerous grin

“my romps with the dove are far and few in between, but” he opens a file for him to browse. "I ensure to record them to observe my effect on them. perhap we could perr review the film, for scientific purposes.”

○-○ Sharing Content and Masterbation ○-○

he grappled at the holographic screen in front of him, eyes filtering back and forth between images, the scene of you bound and audio of you squealing as Beta rams into you at breakneck speed, laughing the entire time - that was almost enough for him to mute it had it not been for your cries singing out

“Zh-an!” you were so cute babbling out crude abstractions of their shared name, your fat tits bouncing with each slap of Betas balls against your ass, surely leaving bruises

“Zandik, please-”

“please. what.” Beta purrs, pressing into you more, his face entering the kameras view. Delta rolls his eyes at the edgy behaviour, instead projecting his face onto Betas. It wasn't hard if he ignored the comments. he palms at his cock through his pants, thumbing his button and peeling the offending clothing down

“Please i wanna come, let me come” Delta sighs as he hears you cry out again “Zandik, let me come!”

your begs were delicious

“So handsome aren't you?” Beta laughed into your ear, it made him want to gag “smile at the kamera, Dove.”

Delta groans when he finally frees himself, pre smothered over his tip already, spitting into his fist, he starts off slowly. watching as your eyes look up to the kamera lens, face flushed and hair tussled with a hand gripping your neck to arc it up

“See? im being helpful” his pace falters as the actual split image of him shows himself leaning over the side of the screen, smugly showing off the dickish attitude of a Zandik fitting for the current atmosphere

he moves the screen closer, zooming in on you. reclining in his chair and stroking himself while ignoring the others. God, he hated these men.

○-○ Threesome, Somnphilia and toys ○-○

He re-enters the bedroom, not nearly as drained or tired as he'd hoped to be, but at least he didn't have to deal with his younger self.

he takes his time to unlatch his decorated coat from his shoulders, the fur around its neck getting patted off and hung on the back of the door before his mask follows to sit next to the black and white of Omegas’

He keeps his eyes pinned on the lumps buried under the scraggly blankets on the youngsters' side of the thin partition as he slips off his tie. your head is poking out from the mass and from the blue tufts beneath your chin there's no doubt in his mind the other segment had attached himself to your chest.

half naked, he ends up at the end of the bed just watching, like a vulture waiting for the right time to strike

you seem so peaceful

he lets out a shaky breath, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. perhaps he could…

Dottore reaches over and pulls the blankets off of you. an actual growl tumbles from his chest when he catches sight of you. Without hesitation, this time, he crawls up onto the bed and pries the other segment off of you- Omega is blatantly bare, filthy, and still unconsciously sucking on your breast as you both sleep. The idiot doesn't even fight as he pries him off, rolling him away and making sure he becomes twisted between the mass of blankets off near the edge

he lets out a sigh, turning back to you. so pretty and still in the land of dreams. He crawls over top of you, leaning onto his forearms and pulling you beneath him. It would be easy for him to just-

he grinds his still covered cock against your mound and winces at the overstimulating vibration he feels, lifting himself up to look down curiously.

‘of course he would.’ he seethes at the poor sight. stuffed into your cunt is one of their favourite toys- he supposes it is only right, but to see it being used by the other after what he knew were hours from your life being denied any release, their sadistic streak shining though.

he traces his hand down your stomach, careful not to irritate the bite marks and obvious bruising that littered your thighs

he glares over at Omega ‘such a dirty brute with no class.’

He leans down to press soft kisses to the marks, licking the dried blood that were left behind, then trailing them down while he carefully tugs at the bulbous end of the plug

‘what you need now is a gentle hand- his hand.’ his eyes darted up to your face ‘still asleep. good.’

The slick noise that comes from the plug being pulled out makes him groan, with his other hand he shoves two of his fingers in and spreads them, smiling when he sees your hips arch into them slowly, thigh tensing, shifting to suck him in more in response.

Even asleep, you dont protest his touch

He watches the off-white cum seep from your hole, feeling your cunt clench and squeeze what'd been left. He tosses the used toy at Omega and delves in. shoving his nose against your clit and lathering his tongue up and down your slit with wanton lust

“mn-” you make a noise at the sudden pressure, but he doesn't stop. If anything, Dottore goes faster, shoving his tongue in and curling it with fervour. your needy whine, however, does rouse Omega despite all the shit he'd just done

he blinks awake, confused, then freezes at the sight of Delta looming over the edge of his bed

Dottore has to look away from your face to the hand that blindly reaches for you. and as someone who doesn't want to share he detaches himself from your pussy and pulls you down the bed until he's standing over you with your legs wrapped loose around his waist and hanging halfway off the bed. with one hand holding your thighs together, pulling off his underwear with the other he pumps his dick, moving you so he can slip it between your thighs to rest on the soggy mess of your cunt and fuck into them languidly

“ah-” Dottore cocks his head to the side while you moan, your brows pinch and your writhe in pleasure. Your arms cover your your face, cheeks squished. he can even feel you pussy try and suck him in, the pointed tip threatening to sink between your pillowy lips to encompass him in a silken madness

'should he?’ he moves his hips faster, pressing your thighs tighter together ‘should he not.’

“dah-” he perks up at your drowsy mutters “dah- tore…”

he coos at your cute slurred attempt to mutter their moniker. he leans over your form, spreading your legs and pinning them back to the bed, the sudden stretch making you stutter and eyelids flutter. Paired with the faster pace of him rutting against you…

he watches eagerly as you slip awake, just barely, at least

“Hng-” and just as you blearily crack open your eyes, face flushed and turn your gaze down to what was happening

he sinks himself to the hilt just to see your jaw drop and the loudest squeal leave it

“Dih-!” You keen to his touch, grasping at his bicep and blinking up at his maskless face, staring in wonder at his crimson eyes “Delta-”

‘oh, he can't have that.’ he bares his teeth and forces your head up so he has easier access to your neck.

“Del- ah!” his hand slaps harshly down onto your thigh.the crack echoes in the room, and he mouths at the pulse point on your neck

he can't communicate right now, not with his hands too busy pinning you down but you should know better. you whimper, your doe eyes blinking down and locking onto his as he stares expectantly

“De…” You hesitate when his brows furrow when the syllable shifts, your eyes flicker to his palm that raises again

“De-Dot..” You drowsily mutter “Dottore?...”

he hums and lowers his palm to spread your legs wider instead, slowing his pace to something more nicer

“Dottore.” You say more confidently “You're ah- you're back.”

he huffs out a response, pulling out briefly to move you onto your side before sinking himself back into your heat and squishing you in to the bed, putting all of his weight onto you to see you whine

“s'no fair.” he hears the growl of the other segment “Its’ my turn- ahk-”

Omega gasps when Delta knock him onto back, rage fueling him when he realises the older man had taken the moment to summon a cane and locking him into place beside you with one hand bracing the stick behind his knees. he grunts at the stretch, his arms coming up to try push back but failing. groaning when he realised he'd clicked a button on the side, the ‘cane’ turning out to be the spreader bar he'd left on the side of the bed

“uhg!” Omega spits out “what's your problem!”

he presses down more onto the both of you. kissing up your neck in kind. Omega pouts, watching the whole ordeal play out, his blue hair smothered into the sheets as he thrashes

“C'mon Delta, we can-” he yelps he a hand comes down on his thigh

Omega frowns, biting his lip but shuts up.

‘finally’ he huffs, turning his attention back to you and softening his expression at your fucked out face, eyes cloudy as he’d already made you cum on his cock without realising it and had been fucking you hard right through your high

you had little tears dotting your lashes as you heaved out harsh breaths, fingers weakly tugging behind your head at the sheets

‘fuck.’ he swears in his head, dropping down to grind into you at a slower pace, gathering you in his arms ‘he cant have you hard drop on him’

at times like this, he wishes his voice box hadn't been disabled. he twists his head to Omega who arched his head to watch you writhe, licking his bitten lips and drooling, cock bobbing unattended in his bound state

their gazes meet once more

“Oh now you're listening to me.” Omega sneers “let me guess, you want my help.”

he pokes out his tongue “Well too bad you-”

they both stop when they hear you sniffle, a babbling plea of "Dottore" falling from your lips

Omega hesitates before sighing, trying to roll himself closer. Delta concedes, slowing his languid pace further to reach over and drag him over by the bar. Omega presses his cheek to your shoulder the best he can

“Baby.” he coos, pecking your flushed sweaty skin “Baby can you hear me?”

“Dih-” you slur out almost incoherently

“mmn?” Omega goads “Thats it, take your time, baby darling- whats my name?”

“‘ddore” you mumble tiredly

“such a sweet thing.” Omega clicks his tongue “do you wanna’ stop?”

you shake your head, pulling the sheets closer “-more”

he laughs at your needy look, and while it may be locked on the man above you, he knows he has you somewhat under his control too

“more?” he looks at Delta “well?”

taking the cue Delta lathers his hands down to your stomach and presses down softly, speeding up and feeling his cock batter up against your walls with a hastening squelch

your eyes roll back, tongue lolling out while you melt

“That's it, Baby - ride it out for me.” Omega whispers into your ear “Cum on his cock, can you do that for me?”

you nod into the sheets “You can speak up, can't you?” he teases “you can tell me.”

“I wan’ it” you chirp quietly “wan’ more”

“you want his cock, don't you?” you nod as he continues “want his biiig fat cock bullying that pretty pussy huh- huh? bet you want both of us all up in there, don't you but noooo, he's too mean.”

“nnh-” you're too dazed to respond fully, but your clouded eyes dance to Omegas

“maybe if you ask him nicely” he switches his gaze to Delta with a smug look “maybe he'd let you, hmn? Do you want that, baby darling? you wanna' be stuffed by both of us? have our cum fill you up n’ make you dumb?”

Delta has to roll his eyes at the baby talk Omega does, glaring as he gets you riled up. he can feel you tighten around him and bat your eyes up at him

Conceding to your request, he sits up and has you roll onto your back while he stays flushed. He leans over Omega, placing a hand on his shoulder

“Finally.” He sighs, “you're letting me-”

Delta reaches over him for the discarded vibrator, sitting back on his haunches and holding it to the the pests lips and raises a brow

“Mn!” He screws up his face and arcs away, whining through gritted teeth “You fucking bastard!”

Delta rolls his eyes, moving it away only to offer it up to you, your mouth at the silicone, poking out your tongue and replicating the same notions you demonstrated on him earlier. Omega pouts, turning his head and watching the scene with drool pooling from the corner of his slack mouth

“w -wait.” he squints at the sight, deflating at the “wait no.” he wriggles himself over, smearing his lips messily over your cheeks “give… give me that stupid fucking thing.”

you moan, moving your head to face Omega, his tongue joining yours on the phallic toy. The sight has Delta let go of it, watching amused at the growing embarrassment on Omega's face and your pleased murmuring. if it weren't for the younger man's desperate humping into the air and spurts of cum shooting from his tip to land on his stomach, he'd be concerned

‘too bad he got off from punishment…’