Binas: Another plot bunny. I will be making some while I wait for some type of bunny that will help me in my actual stories or the stories I co write/help out with (Which is Ghosts in Equestria at the moment). Feel free to adopt the bunnies here. Well enjoy this bunny! Sorry if anything is out of character, I never really pay attention to what I write I just let stories write themselves instead of me doing it.

Post D-Stabilized; Pre PP.

This story is the first one of it's kind to feature an Autistic!Danny in some way. The clone way. The torture method of cold cloths mentioned in the story is used in many places on Autistic kids and was part of the recent Autism Genocide. It's sad that people have to think that would solve something when it doesn't. Autism is one of the many things that can't be cured and should be left alone.

Because this plot bunny is so heart felt, this one will have it's own special area.

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When Perfection Fails

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Vlad had finally done it. The psychopathic, idiotic, dumb bell Frootloop who needs more than one cat had actually managed to create a perfect clone of Danny. Or he so thought it was perfect. He had no idea this one would be capable of free thought, innocence, and all of that fun stuff that Vlad didn't want interfering. The worst part was that Vlad accidently did something wrong to few of the chromosomes and caused something he will regret later.

Vlad named the clone Darrel. It was cheesy but easy to remember.

Vlad used his own Mid Morph DNA to fill in the blanks. To make it seem more like Danny, he modified it to become just like Danny's. That's where the error came in.

Darrel's POV:

I woke up and was floating in a bunch of green slimy stuff. It looked gross. I tried moving through it but no success. Did I have a name? Who am I? Why can't I remember anything? When's my birthday? Questions poured into my head. Why don't I know anything?

Soon I see something come twords me. It looked old! Why must an old timer visit me?

"The cl- Darrel is ready to be released.", The old timer said.

Soon the goop drains out and some remains on me. EWWWW! The door that I had no idea existed opened. I fell out.

The air was different. It smelled like old lady perfume. How I know that smell, I don't know. I didn't even know I cold smell! I heard a gagging sound and looked for where it came from.

The old timer looked at me confused. Why is the old man staring at me?!

"Old timer staring at me!"

I looked around for what said that. The man went wide eyed and cringed.

"Son, that's not very polite to say.", The old timer said.

"Old timer!"

I pointed at the old man and then started looking for where the voice came from. The old timer caught on and chuckled.

"You said that.", The old timer said.

I tilt my head.

"Clueless just like Daniel...", The old timer said.

"Daniel?", I asked pointing at myself.

"No. Your name is Darrel.", The old timer said, "Daniel is the son of someone who used to be a friend but ruined my life."

I nod. My name is Darrel. I have a name! Yay! I feel a tug on my lips upward. I think it's called a smile. I am so happy! I have a name. Now who am I? Why can't I remember anything? Someone please answer my questions!

"Memory?", I asked pointing to myself.

The old man gave a sad smile. I think he's faking it but let it slide.

"Son, you got beaten up by a gang of horrible ghosts and went into a deep deep coma. They also stripped you of your memories so they wouldn't get in trouble and you wold be useless.", The old timer said the held his hand out, "Grab it."

I grabbed it and he pulled me up. I tried standing up straight but couldn't and fell back down. The old timer mentioned about something about having a poor gait whatever that is.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Darrel.", The old timer said.

I look at his mouth.

"My eyes are up here.", The old timer said, "Oh never mind."

After hours of the old timer, who said that his name was Vlad not old timer, trying to teach me how to walk, he was not looking good.

"I never knew who hard it was to teach someone how to walk. I should have read those 'How To' books.", Vlad said.

Vlad grabbed a book and started reading. Why he is at this, I might as well practice my writing cause Vlad said after learning to walk I still needed to work on it. I pick up some paper and pencil and start writing. I write some things that are really funny.

After I filled up the whole page in humor I set it aside and work on the next sheet.

Vlad comes by and picks it up. Turns out he was drinking something because he did a spit take. He didn't look happy. His eyes were wide open and jaw dropped.

"Darrel! What is this?", Vlad asked sternly and showed me what I wrote.

'The old timer likes to wear, dirty underwear, with little hairs, here and there! Old timer eats pants. Old timer loves eating my tighty-whities.'

I don't know why he's angry about my humor.

"You dislike humor?", I asked pointing to myself.

Vlad frowned.

"Darrel this isn't humor! This is insults! I don't eats pants or your underwear! And there is no way I wear dirty hairy underwear!", Vlad yelled.

"Old timer doesn't wear underwear?", I asked.

Vlad pulled on his hair in annoyance. The sighed.

"I'm calling a psychologist.", Vlad said narrowing his eyes.

No one's POV:

"Okay. I did some tests on little Darrel. He's clearly autistic.", Daisy the psychologist said.

"What?!", Vlad yelled.

"Asperger's to be exact. He may never be normal. Sorry but you might want to consider speech therapy, physical therapy, and a family friendly environment if you want to help him. Some tutoring on the side could help him in the long run.", Daisy said.

"Does it explain this?", Vlad asked holding up the things Darrel wrote.

"It caused the messy handwriting and the humor could be just him.", Daisy said giggling.

Vlad lowered his head and sighed. What did he do to deserve this? Why must the clone be autistic?

"Is there anything else I can do for him?", Vlad asked.

"I'm afraid not. He may out grow it or learn to coop with it. The best thing to do is to have patience with him. And be nice, I know how you get about Jack. Yes I saw you throwing darts at his picture in the hospital years ago.", Daisy said.

Daisy left and Vlad sighed. Darrel was going to be a hard one to control and started reading up on Autism right away and was shocked at what he found. I better tell him about himself before he finds out on his own. That would be bad.