"So how is this supposed to work?"
Marceline stood there in confusion, watching Bonnie move about her lab. Her long pink hair was put up in a bun, and her eyes were concentrated through her goggles.
"It's not too different from how I made Goliad," Bonnie said as she took a beaker of something sparkling and gold, pouring into a second beaker and watching it poof a cloud of sparkly blue, "But the main ingredients are what is being changed. Goliad only had a bit of my essence- one of my baby teeth, along with some amino acids and some algebra.. the point is, she was too artificial. I should've realized it sooner, but at the time I was only going by what made logical sense for her essence to be made of."
"Righttt... that makes sense," Marceline's tone held confusion and doubt. Bonnie giggled and motioned to her with her hand. "Come over here and watch. This is our future you know?"
"Yeah," Marceline said, a smile spreading on her face. She leaned her cheek against Bonnie's shoulder, "You know, I still can't believe we're really doing this. We're going to be parents Bons,"
"Neither can I. But we've been through decades of stuff. We can do this too," Bonnie stepped back then, staring at the large clear vial of green, shimmering liquid.
"Okay," She said with a serious tone, "Its ready. All that's left to do is add your DNA and my DNA. I'll go first." She held out a pair of scissors to Marceline.
"What do i do with these?"
"My hair." Bonnie said, and undid the large bun on her head, causing her 4 feet of long pink bubblegum hair to cascade down. Marceline gathered it at the middle and paused, "How much should I cut?"
"Take a fourth of it," Bonnie replied casually, shrugging when Marceline looked at her, "Don't worry. She'll need my gum essence to create a more stable form. That was one mistake with goliad- her formula gave her a really different body structure."
"Alright.." Marceline held up the scissors and cut off a large end section of Bonnie's hair, handing it to her. "Here."
"Great." Bonnie took the wad of gum-hair and walked over, placing it into an incubation device. "Alright, now it's your turn."
"What are you going to use for me?" Marceline questioned as Bonnie took the scissors from her. "My hair, too?"
"Well that depends on you," Bonnie said, "Hair is a good medium, plus it should be balanced, so if we use mine, we should also use yours."
"Alright. Guess I'll rock short hair again," Marceline said with a shrug, and Bonnie chuckled as she took the hair tie from the end of Marceline's 5 foot braid and re-tied it up, then taking up the scissors and cutting off a foot of the braid.
"This should be enough." Bonnie said, and placed the bunch of hair with hers in the incubator. "Now all I have to do is add the essence, and-"
"Wait." Marceline put a hand on Bonnie's shoulder.
"what?"
"It's too simple." Marceline replied. Bonnie raised an eyebrow and Marcy put her hands on her shoulders, "This will be our kid, Bon.. we need to put a little pain into it."
Bonnie looked at her in confusion. "Pain?"
"Yeah. That's what parenting is all about, right... you can't have a kid without going through some kind of pain." Marceline replied. Bonnie nodded slowly.
"Okay.. do you have any ideas?"
"Well you want our kid to have our DNA. I know we both gave our hair, but I have another idea to add." Marceline turned and glanced over at the lab, looking over all of the beakers, tools and fancy equipment. "We'll need syringes."
"I think I get what you're thinking," Bonnie said, "You want to add our blood?"
Marceline held a thumbs up, making Bonnie chuckle. "Alright, how about this- I'll get the syringes and meet you upstairs."
"What do I do?"
"Take that to our room," Bonnie said, and pointed to the incubation device. "I want our child to be created in a more familiar environment then my lab."
"Good call," Marceline said as she floated over and picked up the unplugged device, "Meet you there."
"Ow,"
"Sorry," Bonnie held up a syringe, now filled with Marceline's blood, "Hey, No pain, no baby, right?"
'Right." Marceline grinned, "C'mon, let me do yours."
Bonnie stayed quiet as Marceline drew her blood with another syringe, and held it up. "Woah, Bonnie, your blood is pink too. Guess I shouldn't be surprised,"
"Well it's not so much blood as purest candy essence," Bonnie replied, taking both syringes and pouring their contents into the large beaker, mixing them slowly and holding it up to the light. "I'm not exactly human or an organic being in that sense.. my genetic makeup is so different, so I guess you can say this is my version of blood."
"Hm." Marceline watched as Bonnie plugged in the device into the wall, and held up the beaker. "Ready?"
Marceline drew in a breath, walking over and looking at the large incubation device, which currently was full of water and her and Bonnie's hair. "Yeah. I'm ready." She glanced over when Bonnie took her hand and placed it on the beaker she held. "Together."
Marceline nodded, and her hand and Bonnie's raised the beaker and poured the contents into the device. Bonnie closed the lid quickly and did the safety lock, then pressed a bunch of complicated looking buttons. There was a humming sound, and they both watched as the contents inside began circling gently.
"Woah," Marceline moved forward and put a hand against the glass, "This is really going to create a baby? It seems like a washing machine,"
"Don't worry," Bonnie put a hand on her shoulder. "It's not 100%, but that's why I've brought it up to our room. We should be able to keep an eye on it, and when the fetus starts developing we should spend time with it."
"Spend time? Like how?"
"Sing to it, read to it.. babies can hear you when they're in the womb you know? Our baby might not be inside either of us, but that doesn't make her less of a baby." Bonnie beamed at the machine. "The only thing is, I don't know how long it will take. So we'll have to be vigilant always."
"Alright." Marceline floated over to the bed and picked up her guitar, and floated back to the machine. She pressed her face and hand against the glass. "Hey lil baby. It's me, mom. ..You don't know me yet. But you will someday." and with that, she strummed her guitar and began to hum softly.
Bonnie moved over and kissed the top of Marcy's head, and then moved over to sit in the chair nearby. She closed her eyes and listened, and Marcy sang.
