AN: I have never owned MHA, and I never will own it since I have no ties to the owners in anyway to the best of my knowledge. I know I should finish a storyline I already have going, but almost any writer that you see on here, or some other sites will never finish their stuff for one reason or another.
Chapter 2 (or 3)
"Well lets get to the tests please Marco." said my 'dad'. "Ok ok just give me a minute to pull the needles, and viles out of the drawers please?" said the Dr. "Well sorry, but i would really like to know if the dum women really did give me a child that is mine, and not another man's kid that i will have to find a home for 'it' in one of the few dozen homeless shelters." he said then mumbled "Maybe one that is two or three prefectures over from here, but in which direction though is the question?!"
Unknown to the jerk that married my mom the Dr. heard his mumble of what he was going to do with me. So decided right there and then (I think ) to fake the tests that I could be his or that I have a Quirk at all. After all the Dr. must have been one of the lab workers (I'm sheer) for the jerk to go to him in the first place!
"Well here they are two mouth swabs, and two DNA Blood kits!" exclaimed the Dr. as he turned back to 'dad', and me. "All we need to do is wipe the inside of both of your guys' mouths. Then I will take a bit of blood, and run this all to the labs with a rush order on them, In two to three days we will know one way, or the other if that baby is your kid, or just a 'give me money now' skam by your 'wife'." said Dr. Marco to my 'dad'.
"So your 100% sheer these tests will tell if 'it' is mine, and has a Quirk?" my 'dad' asked again the I don't know how manyith time to the Dr. "Yes yes it will! Why on earth you have to keep asking me?! I have to wonder if you even want the tests done at this point when i have just gotten done with the kids side, and just have to do your side. Then you get to leave with the kid for a few days." dr. marco started say then mumbled the last bit while wiping the small bit of blood off my leg with a wet wipe.
It would a boring two days later.
"Welcome back my friend!" said Dr. Marco to my 'dad' giving him a hug that looked force (now that I know what that looks like.) in friendship. "Yes well it has been a bit dull taking care of this rat that my wife gave me. You know how it is gave it a bottle and five minutes later you have to change the diaper. Then two hours later after that it wants another one or needs a change again then a nap that might keep it out for four hours at most!" grubles my 'dad' while i just looked around the room which was a light blue color.
"Well i call you here because the tests are back! So lest see if this baby is your or some other guys problem hmmm?!" Hmmm the Dr. in question to my 'dad' "Yes lets!" ageed my 'dad'
"And it says! Well you are the father of a third of this kid?! What that can not be right?! Let see here...Oh he is one of those 'ones' I have never seen one of them before!" exclaimed the dr "What?! What are you talking about? 'One of those 'one''? What does that even mean?!" yelled my dad (or it would seem one of them?!) at his friend.
tbc