Five Pebbles had resigned himself countless cycles ago to the fact that the rest of his existence would be spent in the snow, with only the music of his pearl for company.
A green slugcat had other ideas.
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Destiny had found something, she didn't...
There was something that he would dare to call almost nostalgic about following once again the diagrams and genetic codes stored in his system, when he was recreating his Overseers and the new Can he was all the time moving and changing things to his liking, too blinded by the dopamine of having so much freedom, so the diagrams were more used as a base and then discarded.
But now he was working on a time limit, 7 cycles, 1 week, and then that ink-being would be back, and Five Pebbles refused to let that vermin come and go without repercussions through his sanctuary, the creation of Leviathans was also underway to scare away the sea creature, but they were in the background for the moment, with how much his systems had been working the rains had been constant and that thing had not been detected near since then.
The choice between explosive scugs or those with the ability to create spears from their bodies had been a complicated but quick one, the latter sounding more useful against a being that could turn into liquid, given the secondary ability to... eat through its spears.
...
In the end, the option of explosive scugs won; not only did Pebbles know that type of slugcat best, having lived with his Citizen for hundreds of cycles, but he really didn't have much means to feed a 100% carnivorous scug yet. There was no other reason at all; he was only taking the logical option.
From there, it was a relatively easy process: a bit of DNA from Saint as a base, and everything else drawn from deep within his memories, of the years he'd had to heal his Citizen when she bit off more than she could chew in terms of enemies. And some analysis with no purpose beyond not having much to do in a can that was getting more infected by the Rot every cycle, he knew the biology of the Ignis Limax Canalis to a tee.
At least Saint seemed excited by the prospect of having others of his kind for company; if his reaction upon seeing the initial embryos was any indication, he didn't even know the old scug knew how to make any noises besides 'wawa'!
It was in cycle 4 that he realized that the embryos would not have time to grow and serve their function in time unless he accelerated their growth, and that even with all the water at his disposal, that still boiled everything down to only being able to accelerate the growth of one or risk a disaster that at best would end with the scugs dead, at worst he could risk it ending up like the scug infected by Rot that No Significant Harassment send to Moon so long ago.
(Pebbles still can't even begin to understand how that knucklehead did that when he was second only to the Red Suns in terms of experience making custom pipe cleaners.)
A quick scan of the newborns found the one most likely to survive the growth spurt with little to no problems.
And he stared at it for longer than he was proud to admit.
It was a small red thing with a crimson spot over its left eye, looking no different from its yellow and pink tube mates except for that one spot no one else had. It was as if the world loved to remind him of the things he lost; the ink-being would pay for causing this whole situation.
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