Hi, everyone! I'm back... with something new. :) I just joined the One Punch Man fandom and I'm so overly obsessed with it, I swear. I really love Genos. This drabble series will explore his relationships with Dr. Kuseno and Saitama, as well as some other characters. Rating might go up along the way. Stay tuned and let me know what you think!

It was supposed to be a normal summer day.

A boy- no, a teenager, as he insisted he be called now- played fetch with his dog in his backyard. It was small, but big enough for games and stargazing. They enjoyed each other's company more than anything, especially on sweltering days where there was no school and the boy's (teenager's) mother would make cold lemonade and treats for them to refuel.

Yes, it was a normal day... until around sunset.

The teen and his dog (a big, happy golden retriever named Orion) laid on a blanket out back, viewing the stars and moon as they shone brightly above them. Light pollution didn't exist in their city, and they both thanked the gods as they snuggled warmly against each other. With the sun saying goodnight came lowering temperatures; soon they would go inside and perhaps read a book, or watch something on television with their father. It was summer, after all, and the world was their oyster.

A brighter light and explosion sound knocked the two out of their daydream-like state- the teenager sat up, eyes wide, and Orion soon followed, protectively and instinctively barking.

What on earth? he pondered, until he saw another... and another... rapid-fire explosions and blinding lights, accompanied by distant screams. He leapt to his feet, beckoning for his four-legged companion to follow.

"Come on, we have to warn mom and dad!" he cried, running toward the back door and throwing it open. Something was up. He was suddenly terrified, wondering what could be causing such destruction-

And he had no time to think before the roof of his home caved in. It collasped in the living room, crushing him under rubble, leaving just his head and an arm exposed. In this sort of situation he thought it wise to play dead, so whatever was destroying everything wouldn't get to him... but it was extremely difficult to ignore the terrified yelps of his dog, and his parents crying his name. He could practically hear the blood spattering on the floor and walls, and he winced when their bodies landed just a few meters away from him. Cracking open one eye, he watched as a man-like machine flew away, more than likely to claim his next victims.

In one fell swoop, everything he loved was taken from him; his home, his dog, his parents... probably the rest of the city next. Although the physical pain from being trapped under his house was excrutiating, the emotional pain was worse. A fire gathered around his body and scorched his already wounded legs; he whimpered, then finally let tears spill over as he looked on at the bodies of his mother and father, crying until he passed out.

The teen had no idea how much time had passed before he was awake again. Wait... awake? Surely he couldn't have survived such an ordeal- there was the house, and then the fire, but-

As he looked over his right shoulder, he could see an older man with a head of gray hair that looked rather like a mushroom, diligently working on some sort of machinery. He wore a crisp white lab coat, blue pants, and loafers. The teen thought that he looked... relatively friendly. Like he could trust him.

Upon further inspection, the teen wasn't... really himself at all. His body was actually all metal, gears, and wiring... and he didn't feel human anymore. He could think, but not breathe normally, or feel the pang of hunger or wet sensation of tears lubricating his eyes. Everything felt... fake. It was so unsettling, he let out a loud cry and writhed around on the medical cot he was strapped to for safety. The man to his right immediately rose from his work and went to his aide.

"My boy, you are finally awake... thank goodness," he said gently, doing his best to hold him down. "Please, allow me to explain, once you've calmed yourself."

The boy struggled for a bit longer, gritting his teeth and whining, but the scientist's(?) touch was rather gentle, and his voice was like an old record player. After a minute or so, he relaxed.

"Good. My name is Dr. Kuseno. I found you amongst the rubble in the destroyed city- it was a true miracle that you were still alive. You were very hurt, and very distressed over the deaths of your parents..." The teen cast his gaze down at those words. "Ah, yes. I am so sorry about that," he provided, raising an experienced hand to stroke the other's new hair. "But, somehow you seemed to recognize me as a leader in cybernetic technology, and asked me to turn you into a cyborg. You were barely conscious, but I agreed. And here you are now."

It seemed to click, then, for the teen. He nodded slowly, leaning into the comforting touch with his eyes half lidded.

"Doctor... Kuseno... yes. You did this to me?"

"Yes," the doctor supplied, a gentle smile raising on his face. "I wanted to preserve your life. I... want you to seek revenge for all of the lives lost due to the mad cyborg that ravaged your city, including your parents." He paused, thoughtful for a moment. "Also, you informed me that you could not remember your name, and did not desire to go by it any longer regardless, so... due to what you've been through, I've given you a new one."

"What is it?" the boy asked.

"Genos."

Short for 'genocide,' he guessed. Genos, as he was now called, tried it out in his head, and decided that he liked it. That he liked Dr. Kuseno- no, was indebted to him, for saving his life. A few slick, oil droplets ran down his face in the form of tears- the scientist had to improvise.

"Can you... undo my restraints?" Genos asked. When the doctor complied, he sat up and gave him a strong, tearful hug, smiling and shaking ever so slightly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, my boy."