Caution: May contain dark themes and an excess of Awesome.
This story is not Dexter- centric but he is minorly involved in the first few chapter. It is also not a Dexter and Blossom love story.
Enjoy!~
Dexter...Dexter boy genius. The name had a wonderful ring to it. Days like these Dexter would wheel himself to the window and just stare outside and say it over and over. Most of his days were spent like this; wallowing in self pity.
In the distance, he spotted three kids with Halloween masks throwing eggs at windows, although it was well into spring. Identified as the rottenest kids you'll ever find, these kids were the definition of trouble. Let's call'em Lock, Stock, and Barrel. But as naughty as they were, even they didn't dare disturb Dexter's metal fortress, or as he was now called... the Professor.
Wheeling himself over to his extensive collection of failed and unfinished inventions and experiments, he began searching for something to busy himself with. Or else he would soon torment himself with the death of her. The epitome of his misery; his sister... his very much dead sister.
Dee Dee was her name. Her bright blonde hair greatly contrasted his harsh red hair. However, they both possessed the same pair of passionate blue eyes. No matter how different their looks were, though, it didn't at all reflect their unspoken love and appreciation of each as brother and sister. His invention caused her demise. How he saw it, he might as well had just thrown her into the mincer.
Bitter and alone, he kept to himself in a sort of self imposed exile.
He didn't have his mentor, Professor Utonium, anymore as old age took the man. Dexter should've been continuing Utonium's work as his successor but considering all the travesties science brought onto him, he couldn't even think of continuing.
Angrily throwing all the experiments to the floor in rage, a distinct clunk rang through the lonely place. Unable to identity with the foreign sound, Dexter maneuvered himself over to a dusty metal box. Discovering the new files for the first time, they all seemed to point to the same experiment.
Sally...
It was the thing that popped up everywhere and was spread thick on all of the covers. The professor had never told him about this even after their thirty-five years together.
Maybe through all the grief, there was hope for this hermit and he could learn to be human again. Maybe science did have more to offer other than pain and sadness. Maybe things could even get back to the way they were before.
"Maybe..." he whispered.