Placed: The story is dated and placed the time Genos lost everything and everyone he ever knew and come to love and what happens in the oncoming future.

Description: A scientist with a messed up sense of logic tries to fix a problem caused by one of his patients.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

We never actually seen Genos' backstory yet in a more specific way right? Well, guess what? This drabbleling fic is for all the characters .Anyways I'm bored.

I never actually read fanfics about Dr Kuseno. Never once. Maybe sometimes I see him in fics but never actually based on him. I decided to pride myself in making this thing about a father and son relationship about both Dr Kuseno and Genos.

Yes. Wholesome stuff that we need to make our day. Or rather, to amuse ourself during quarantine. And a mixture of angst.

Please don't brutally murder me right now. It's just hard y'know. All the ideas in my head and my tendency to daydream for half an hour. My laziness extends from miles upon miles so screw me.

Very short, you know me. I should really REALLY finish my other stories.

I'm horrible at writing (No, it's just that my self esteem has gone to negative numbers and my mind wanted to bully itself for pure fun) and I have no idea where this is going.

Yeah, let's get this shitfest started.

The Making Of A Cyborg

Dr Kuseno

Genos

Cyborg that killed the whole village (mentioned)

Doctor of the House of Evolution (mentioned)

There is a lot of things he regretted doing in his life. Some of them are done purposely and others are accidents that he had no idea that it could have happened.

But most were made by his hand so there isn't exactly a difference in his eyes.

Standing there at the entrance of yet another destroyed village made by the same man he tried to help. Leftover debris, wood looking eerily black from all the burning and inanimate corpses that was supposed to be breathing, moving and alive were still.

Yellow withered grass and burning houses. Dr Kuseno stood there with a deep ache of regret set in stone within his soul. He should have never gave him that metallic body. Putting fire based weapons that were meant to save people rather than the other way around disgusted him.

Dr Kuseno never expected the damage could be so devastating. Well, he had fictional nightmares about his subjects going to a certain level of insanity and killed of a family or two but never actually this.

Trudging through the might as well be called battlefield, keeping his emotions in check and ignoring all the bodies on the ground, he searched for any survivors in the area. He would really not like to have a mental breakdown here. There still might be survivors. Perhaps hiding somewhere or frozen in fear of getting killed like all the other unlucky people.

This. This is just horrible. He promised to him that he would use his metallic body for the good of mankind and this this is what he does with it.

Well, no use crying over spilt milk I guess. But this isn't spilt milk but rather blood. Blood, tears, broken tissues, and traumatized minds. All of this is just inhumane.

Don't dwelve in your own mind. Stay focused and try to find some survivors. If there are any survivors at all that is.

Always a pessimist.

All there was left was a handful of bodies burnt to a crisp. Unrecognizable structures of what used to be and dried up wells.

Regret or something distinctively similar to the word itself settled into his mind. Sure he felt guilty and saddened by the fact that his actions caused the death of more than a dozen people living peacefully in their life. They did nothing to get this fate. Yet here they were.

Guilty because all he did was for the good of mankind. To extend their lifetime by a tenfold than what they had been given by god. Metallic bodies that doesn't have the same brittle components that makes a human. But still in a way.

It doesn't matter if his... experiments like other people with no experience with these types of science called it. So what was 29 lives compared to the millions around the world?

He knows what he was doing was wrong but what was just said was an excuse for everyone including himself.

Manipulated a saddened college student who wanted nothing more than to help mankind to be the best at what they could do.

Light shining in his eyes and an aura that shone pure intentions for people and I took advantage of that. Trading in his shining light for cold calculative intelligence.

The fire pointed to help humanity reach it's peak but then pushed by the wind to a direction that is considered horrible to most.

Replacing humans with sentient beings not even close to them.

Humanity was always weak compared to other creatures that roam the earth. They don't exactly have a set of claws that tear through flesh as easily as monsters do.

The lucky ones however, the small quarter of the human population fortunate enough to be made with a superior intellect or 'superpower' as most children would call it.

I wouldn't call them human however but rather super-humans.

Those were obtain via pure luck or stubborn willpower. Most use this for good and others decided to build a god complex inside their head as if they were all-powerful.

People were weak. He knew this. Every single day, someone gets killed by a monster, insane maniac, or just a plain viscous animal in search for prey.

His ambition was to get people to be strong but only a small percentage of the people on this world managed to do that. Forcing him to turn to science and robotics to help human kind survive in this cruel world.

Something caught his eye. Dr Kuseno was always observant of his surroundings, this skill providing both pros and cons and now it was an advantage. Minutes and maybe hours of searching for any sign of human life, from secret hatches and cracked stone that his eye could find. Finally found someone, a child, who us severely injured barely breathing.

One might mistaken him as a corpse if it were not the slight increasing and decreasing of his chest.

He immediately took the boy to his lab to prepare for surgery. If that fails then, well, he may have to turn to more... experimental methods.

I'm lazy, screw you.

Eyyyy, I still update this. But I don't focus on Saitama and Saitama only. But usually I write about Saitama.

Maybe son father-son bonding here and there and I accept requests! But only wholesome ones, backstories, sibling-time, hurt no comfort and hurt/comfort. We don't want to make this one shot book rated M now would we?

Like seriously tho. Keep it children friendly. I want children friendly.

Oh and no ships. I'm absolutely horrible at that.

But I would accept a playful time together as best buds like Genos and Saitama going to an arcade when Genos is mentally an 8 year old.

OOOOHHHH DAT A GOOD IDEA.