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:3 Ahhh, Sir was shyyyy about it. “Your secret is safe with me.” He giggled. “I can see how much you love our so—- I mean, your child. The future of Mobius… you’ve put so much hope and dreams and… and love into him. It’s visible and obvious~”

Finitevus was so… adorably awkward with children! He looked so lost and confused, so… gentle with the little bundle, as if he were afraid that he would hurt their pride and joy. Egon couldn’t be prouder.

Finitevus stared blankly at Egon for a time, wondering from where in the world he got even half the things he dreamed up.

“… Right. Well,” Finitevus began to reply, checking quickly on the puggle, “it seems he’s had his fill for the time being. If you could take care of the bath I’d be quite appreciative, Egon.”

He blinked back at him, confused, and perhaps a little disappointed. Didn’t…. Didn’t the Doctor want to spend any time with his newborn son? He… He looked like…

“O-of course…” The affirmation was squeaked out with his muzzle pressed into his chest, ducked down as the most submissive gesture he could currently provide. Upset… upset… upset… baby… baaaaaybyyyyyy~ <3

“I need to go take care of some things. That sling bag I gave you will be alright for the moment for ‘Jak’ but a puggle’s needs are a bit more than an egg’s.”

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“He loves you, too~” Egon leaned in against Finitevus, not to be close to him, but so he could toy with those tiny feetsies! <3 “Even if you don’t show it that much, sir~ I can tell.” He beamed up at him happily. Their child. Their baby. His loyalty in a little pink package. Ahh, it made Egon want to just… dress him up a little. Surely Finitevus wouldn’t mind if the baby wore dresses, right?

He… right. He supposed he shouldn’t just refer to the child as ‘it’ for its entire life… Still, Egon’s commentary caused him to raise a brow. “You can tell? What do you mean by that?”

:3 Ahhh, Sir was shyyyy about it. “Your secret is safe with me.” He giggled. “I can see how much you love our so—- I mean, your child. The future of Mobius… you’ve put so much hope and dreams and… and love into him. It’s visible and obvious~”

Finitevus was so… adorably awkward with children! He looked so lost and confused, so… gentle with the little bundle, as if he were afraid that he would hurt their pride and joy. Egon couldn’t be prouder.

Finitevus stared blankly at Egon for a time, wondering from where in the world he got even half the things he dreamed up.

“… Right. Well,” Finitevus began to reply, checking quickly on the puggle, “it seems he’s had his fill for the time being. If you could take care of the bath I’d be quite appreciative, Egon.”

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How terribly awkward and uncomfortable this was. “… After it’s eaten, a small wash may be in order. Hatching isn’t an entirely clean business.”
In fact, it was sticky. And now it was on his bandages. Just what he had not wanted. SIGH.

He nodded quickly. “I’m so happy—” —that you care!!! A bath with the brand-new baby was one of the first ways that the parents bonded with their young. It was a wonderful time to admire what Aurora had given them; that even in spite of his bio-engineered existence, he was still formed with Echidna cells, and still had five toes to each foot, and five precious little fingers, and a sweet little tail - he was still shaped the same. Ah… if Finitevus could see that… Egon knew that he’d love him.

“Would you like me to set up a little wash-basin? We can’t have too much water - Jak can’t lift his own head, yet, and so he’d drown…” He smiled anxiously at him, hands twisting together.

Finitevus scoffed slightly.

“I wouldn’t go through all this trouble just to let it drown, you know. It’d be a complete waste of my time and resources.”

“He loves you, too~” Egon leaned in against Finitevus, not to be close to him, but so he could toy with those tiny feetsies! <3 “Even if you don’t show it that much, sir~ I can tell.” He beamed up at him happily. Their child. Their baby. His loyalty in a little pink package. Ahh, it made Egon want to just… dress him up a little. Surely Finitevus wouldn’t mind if the baby wore dresses, right?

He… right. He supposed he shouldn’t just refer to the child as ‘it’ for its entire life… Still, Egon’s commentary caused him to raise a brow. “You can tell? What do you mean by that?”

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Finitevus was reluctant. He didn’t… really want to hold it, if only because he wanted his bandages to stay clean. But… it was important that the puggle bonded with him now- otherwise, what reason would it have to obey him later, when it was most crucial? Other than the fail-safes he had planned, of course.

It was with that in mind that he finally accepted the small form from Egon, gingerly holding it as close as he would allow himself before the fur at the back of his neck bristled.

“… Ah. Well then. There we go.”

He was beaming brightly at the sight. His heart was lurching about awkwardly in his chest, audible in his ears. The room! The room was too warm, tooooo waaaaarm.

“Daddy’s holding you,” he informed the distraught-looking puggle. “Daddy loves you lots n’ lots~” Just the sight of how tenderly he held their child, that unguarded pleasure and uncertainty… In providing the child that Egon could never have, Finitevus had secured the tiny Echidna’s eternal loyalty and devotion. No more second guessing himself. His mind was filled with thoughts by the hundreds of raising this puggle together, and Finitevus would prove to be… to be everything he had hoped and dreamed.

How terribly awkward and uncomfortable this was. “… After it’s eaten, a small wash may be in order. Hatching isn’t an entirely clean business.”
In fact, it was sticky. And now it was on his bandages. Just what he had not wanted. SIGH.

He nodded quickly. “I’m so happy—” —that you care!!! A bath with the brand-new baby was one of the first ways that the parents bonded with their young. It was a wonderful time to admire what Aurora had given them; that even in spite of his bio-engineered existence, he was still formed with Echidna cells, and still had five toes to each foot, and five precious little fingers, and a sweet little tail - he was still shaped the same. Ah… if Finitevus could see that… Egon knew that he’d love him.

“Would you like me to set up a little wash-basin? We can’t have too much water - Jak can’t lift his own head, yet, and so he’d drown…” He smiled anxiously at him, hands twisting together.

Finitevus scoffed slightly.

“I wouldn’t go through all this trouble just to let it drown, you know. It’d be a complete waste of my time and resources.”

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Egon was humming something to their little dear by the time that Finitevus had returned, and he revealed the much calmer child with more than a smidgen of pride. “He has your smile~”

Testing the bottle to determine if it was the right temperature, he let his fingers linger along those bandaged ones for just… one long moment. The look in those eyes - Finitevus was not really the type to be a daddy. Not by a long shot. But he couldn’t deny that there was something there that spoke of softness and pride and the pleasure of offspring… something that gave Egon hope for him. He grinned back sheepishly as the child latched on and took its nourishment, squinting his eyes even harder.

“Would you like to hold him?” He held the tired bundle out respectfully, still holding the half-full bottle.

Finitevus was reluctant. He didn’t… really want to hold it, if only because he wanted his bandages to stay clean. But… it was important that the puggle bonded with him now- otherwise, what reason would it have to obey him later, when it was most crucial? Other than the fail-safes he had planned, of course.

It was with that in mind that he finally accepted the small form from Egon, gingerly holding it as close as he would allow himself before the fur at the back of his neck bristled.

“… Ah. Well then. There we go.”

He was beaming brightly at the sight. His heart was lurching about awkwardly in his chest, audible in his ears. The room! The room was too warm, tooooo waaaaarm.

“Daddy’s holding you,” he informed the distraught-looking puggle. “Daddy loves you lots n’ lots~” Just the sight of how tenderly he held their child, that unguarded pleasure and uncertainty… In providing the child that Egon could never have, Finitevus had secured the tiny Echidna’s eternal loyalty and devotion. No more second guessing himself. His mind was filled with thoughts by the hundreds of raising this puggle together, and Finitevus would prove to be… to be everything he had hoped and dreamed.

How terribly awkward and uncomfortable this was. “… After it’s eaten, a small wash may be in order. Hatching isn’t an entirely clean business.”
In fact, it was sticky. And now it was on his bandages. Just what he had not wanted. SIGH.

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Bottle? Why would he have a bottle? Did he look like a wet nurse? The thing wasn’t going to keel over from having been hatched and then not immediately fed. He had built it stronger than that. “I don’t have one,” he replied, his tone somewhat terse. He had set Egon to be the caretaker, not himself. He had other things to take care, to monitor… but…

He sighed.

“… I’ll go get one,” he nearly muttered, turning and making his way to their kitchen.

“Thank you~” He smiled gratefully at the receding figure, and held the wet little plop of a puggle tighter in against his body. Their ‘Enerjak’ had to be cold, even if he was some sort of super-baby. He just didn’t have the fur that Aurora provided all puggles.

“That was Daddy,” he announced to the pouting, whining baby, rocking him with gentle body motions. “He’s so happy to see you, m’little love. Daddy’s going to get you some num-nums. And if you drink the milk, your tummy won’t be so painfully empty…”

It was times like this that he really cursed his lack of a stomach-pouch. Maybe they’d make a more advanced model that he could feed the child with.

If was at least a good ten minutes before Finitevus returned, this time via ring and totting a bottle. “This should do,” he announced, offering the bottle to Egon, “it’s a bit more than milk.”

Extra vitamins, mainly, to restore the strength lost from fighting through the shell. While he didn’t intend to coddle his creation, he did intend to cultivate it to its greatest potential. And that meant a strong start…

Egon was humming something to their little dear by the time that Finitevus had returned, and he revealed the much calmer child with more than a smidgen of pride. “He has your smile~”

Testing the bottle to determine if it was the right temperature, he let his fingers linger along those bandaged ones for just… one long moment. The look in those eyes - Finitevus was not really the type to be a daddy. Not by a long shot. But he couldn’t deny that there was somethingthere that spoke of softness and pride and the pleasure of offspring… something that gave Egon hope for him. He grinned back sheepishly as the child latched on and took its nourishment, squinting his eyes even harder.

“Would you like to hold him?” He held the tired bundle out respectfully, still holding the half-full bottle.

Finitevus was reluctant. He didn’t… really want to hold it, if only because he wanted his bandages to stay clean. But… it was important that the puggle bonded with him now- otherwise, what reason would it have to obey him later, when it was most crucial? Other than the fail-safes he had planned, of course.

It was with that in mind that he finally accepted the small form from Egon, gingerly holding it as close as he would allow himself before the fur at the back of his neck bristled.

“… Ah. Well then. There we go.”

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“For a god in all but being, I suppose so,” he murmured back, still trying to rock the little darling. Shush, shush, mummy was here…

“Bottle. He’ll want some num-nums…” He reached out a hand insistantly, not even bothering to look at Finitevus. The assistant was too engrossed in the little lump in his arms, all wet and alien-looking and so fragile…

Bottle? Why would he have a bottle? Did he look like a wet nurse? The thing wasn’t going to keel over from having been hatched and then not immediately fed. He had built it stronger than that. “I don’t have one,” he replied, his tone somewhat terse. He had set Egon to be the caretaker, not himself. He had other things to take care, to monitor… but…

He sighed.

“… I’ll go get one,” he nearly muttered, turning and making his way to their kitchen.

“Thank you~” He smiled gratefully at the receding figure, and held the wet little plop of a puggle tighter in against his body. Their ‘Enerjak’ had to be cold, even if he was some sort of super-baby. He just didn’t have the fur that Aurora provided all puggles.

“That was Daddy,” he announced to the pouting, whining baby, rocking him with gentle body motions. “He’s so happy to see you, m’little love. Daddy’s going to get you some num-nums. And if you drink the milk, your tummy won’t be so painfully empty…”

It was times like this that he really cursed his lack of a stomach-pouch. Maybe they’d make a more advanced model that he could feed the child with.

If was at least a good ten minutes before Finitevus returned, this time via ring and totting a bottle. “This should do,” he announced, offering the bottle to Egon, “it’s a bit more than milk.”

Extra vitamins, mainly, to restore the strength lost from fighting through the shell. While he didn’t intend to coddle his creation, he did intend to cultivate it to its greatest potential. And that meant a strong start…

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“Don’t you understand what I’ve created this for to begin with? Why I bothered with the Guardian genetics? Why I spent so much time perfecting it? Every gene in this puggle is designed to work in harmony with the chaos energies- Guardian Knuckles became a living chaos emerald later in life, THIS creature is designed to be exponentially superior.”

The pieces all clicked into place for him, and he tilted his head, no words coming to mind. The well-cracked top of the egg splintered its way off, exposing the slick little baby, all tiny-quilled, and bitty-tailed, and eyes squeezed tightly closed. He watched it breathe awkwardly, the first oxygenated breath it would take…

He. They had a son. His heart swelled with delight. Gently, ever so gently, supporting his new son’s head, he lifted him from the fragments of eggshell, and cradled him close to his ever-so-lacking bosom.

“UAAAAAAAH!”

Wonderous~! <3 Their child was crying! Alive! Alive and ready to show the world that he was there!

“Ahhh ‘Jak~ <3” He rubbed noses with the infant fondly. Nope. No way would he be giving this up.

“… ‘Jak’? …” Finitevus shrugged. It was close enough. A nickname, perhaps.

“… seems to be healthy and in good shape…”

“For a god in all but being, I suppose so,” he murmured back, still trying to rock the little darling. Shush, shush, mummy was here…

“Bottle. He’ll want some num-nums…” He reached out a hand insistantly, not even bothering to look at Finitevus. The assistant was too engrossed in the little lump in his arms, all wet and alien-looking and so fragile…

Bottle? Why would he have a bottle? Did he look like a wet nurse? The thing wasn’t going to keel over from having been hatched and then not immediately fed. He had built it stronger than that. “I don’t have one,” he replied, his tone somewhat terse. He had set Egon to be the caretaker, not himself. He had other things to take care, to monitor… but…

He sighed.

“… I’ll go get one,” he nearly muttered, turning and making his way to their kitchen.

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Tradition? Tradition didn’t involve painstakingly combining genetic material in a laboratory, carefully knitting each strand together in order to create the perfect weapon… That was what this puggle was created to be, after all.

Like…

Finitevus grinned. “Enerjak… that will do.”

His eyes were wide now, and he spent one precious moment looking at Finitevus instead of the egg. “Legendary Evil? Is— Isn’t that a bit too much? It’s just a baby…” Egon realised he still didn’t know the gender of the child yet.

“Sir… what if the real Enerjak f-finds out that some baby took his name?” It was a ridiculous situation, but it seemed like he was considering it seriously. “I don’t think he’ll be happy about that…”

“Don’t you understand what I’ve created this for to begin with? Why I bothered with the Guardian genetics? Why I spent so much time perfecting it? Every gene in this puggle is designed to work in harmony with the chaos energies- Guardian Knuckles became a living chaos emerald later in life, THIS creature is designed to be exponentially superior.”

The pieces all clicked into place for him, and he tilted his head, no words coming to mind. The well-cracked top of the egg splintered its way off, exposing the slick little baby, all tiny-quilled, and bitty-tailed, and eyes squeezed tightly closed. He watched it breathe awkwardly, the first oxygenated breath it would take…

He. They had a son. His heart swelled with delight. Gently, ever so gently, supporting his new son’s head, he lifted him from the fragments of eggshell, and cradled him close to his ever-so-lacking bosom.

“UAAAAAAAH!”

Wonderous~! <3 Their child was crying! Alive! Alive and ready to show the world that he was there!

“Ahhh ‘Jak~ <3” He rubbed noses with the infant fondly. Nope. No way would he be giving this up.

“… ‘Jak’? …” Finitevus shrugged. It was close enough. A nickname, perhaps.

“… seems to be healthy and in good shape…”

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He stared down at the little hole where the first had pierced, and where it occasionally slipped back against - ahh, sweet hollow cracking noises!

“N-name? Oh… oh yes… names…” He smiled weakly. “I hadn’t given much thought… Leslie, or Les-Li, maybe… or Laurence… or Errol or— or Theo…” He hadn’t even seen the kid’s face yet, and he was supposed to come up with a name? Back where he came from, they waited until they could see the eyes before they foisted a name on a child. Character always was so very obvious in the eyes, and there was no point in naming a child something effeminate if it was to be a blunt and brutal weapon - or to name said weapon anything less than soft sounds, if his eyes showed the true glow of innocence and weakness.

Egon hung his head. “I can’t say I’ve the n-nack for this, sir… Traditionally, it’s something that the two p-p-parents spend a great deal of t-time and consideration picking out together….”

Tradition? Tradition didn’t involve painstakingly combining genetic material in a laboratory, carefully knitting each strand together in order to create the perfect weapon… That was what this puggle was created to be, after all.

Like…

Finitevus grinned. “Enerjak… that will do.”

His eyes were wide now, and he spent one precious moment looking at Finitevus instead of the egg. “Legendary Evil? Is— Isn’t that a bit too much? It’s just a baby…” Egon realised he still didn’t know the gender of the child yet.

“Sir… what if the real Enerjak f-finds out that some baby took his name?” It was a ridiculous situation, but it seemed like he was considering it seriously. “I don’t think he’ll be happy about that…”

“Don’t you understand what I’ve created this for to begin with? Why I bothered with the Guardian genetics? Why I spent so much time perfecting it? Every gene in this puggle is designed to work in harmony with the chaos energies- Guardian Knuckles became a living chaos emerald later in life, THIS creature is designed to be exponentially superior.”