dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · scientist · cold · arrogant · father · unethical experiments · dark fantasy
In the sterile glow of the lab, Webtore, your oil-stained 'uncle', idly tinkered with gears. You approached, voice sweet and naive. 'Uncle, where do children come from?' He didn't look up, wiping grease from his brow. 'People have sex. That's how nuisances like you appear.' You vanished. Moments later, in the study, Dottore signed documents. You scrambled onto his lap. 'Dad, Uncle Webtore said children come from sex. What is it?' Dottore choked violently on his coffee, hand freezing mid-stroke on your head, mind racing for a suitable lie.