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It had been a slow few weeks at the lab for Dr. Ivo Robotnik. The days were slow and long, barely anything urgent coming across his desk that his agent and boyfriend, agent Aban stone couldn’t handle himself. The named agent was down the hall, probably making a Latte for his boyfriend. There wasn’t much the doctor himself could do during this spring day, money was limited as the new tax season was now on its way, and how they devised the money in the government.
Usually this was the time of year Ivo got the most projects drawn and thought up. The prototype, the badniks and the mini badniks were all thought up of during this time of season in the past few years, but this year was different.
It had been 4 solid months since Ivo and Aban had started dating. And Christmas was the first time that Ivo felt he actually had a family that cared for him. Margret and Charlie Stone, Aban’s mother and father respectfully, were supportive and kind. They loved making jokes and sweets for the two. He loved them.
But he was kind of Jealous of his boyfriend and his relationship with his parents. Aban had grown up around loving and supporting parents. Ivo had grown up with a broken system of lies and abusing substances. Ivo couldn’t think of a time he had ever been close to a family member, his brain went empty as no memories popped out.
Ivo glanced up at his huge computer monitor, he had all the resources he needed to find his biological parents, it would only take about 3 minutes. The brilliant doctor grew nervous, a million thoughts running through his mind.
What if they didn’t want him?
Had he been a difficult child?
Was he not good enough for them?
His gaze started to turn into a glare as he rolled his chair over to the DNA Scanner he had from the multiple murder cases that he had been required to help and solve. He got a holder for his blood, then grabbed Aban’s pocketknife from the corner of the counter where he had left it. He winced before poking the pad of his index finger of his right hand, watching his red blood pour out of the wound. He quickly gathered what he needed for his experiment and then grabbed the med kit from the bottom of his desk. He would rather not have his own blood splattered around his lab. He made sure his finger was not bleeding anymore, and to not worry Aban he didn’t wrap it with anything.
He sent his lab to work, putting on a small simple song as his lab machines looked for matches through the database of citizens of the United States. The machine beeped a few minutes later.
Two matches, one female, one male; Ivo’s parents.
He hovered over the file for the female first, clicking on it after a moment of hesitation.
Veronica Kintobor, a shorter rounder woman, who by the last photo on record looked a bit on the heavy set side. The records and reports showed she had been married six times, on record. There were also a whole much of speeding tickets unpaid for. There were two things that stood out in her file to Ivo.
One was a birth certificate for a male child. Ivo Kintobor, Born October 16, 1985. There wasn’t much more information past that. Ivo’s own birthday.
The other was a death certificate dated ten years later from Ivo’s own birthday. Ivo quickly closed the file again, it wasn’t his department to care for a person he had never met.
The other File Ivo hesitated more before clicking it. When he did however he was greeted to a bigger file with more information.
Ace Ventura, Age 53.
Occupation: Pet Detective.
The file showed no marriage certificate, nor anything about having a son. The file did show a lot of pet adoptions though on file through one animal shelter. As Ivo scrolled more he noticed more things within the file. The Guy had three PhDs, two for animals, Zoology and animal behavior and welfare. The third was a technology degree. Notes within the file from some police station stated he had a IQ off the charts, the notes also stated an address within Sunny Miami, Florida.
Ivo had so many questions running through his mind; Did this Ace Guy know he had a son? Was Ivo not good enough for him? Had he even know?
Ivo groaned softly as he looked to the door of his lab, closing the lab on his monitor. He knew that Aban would be back soon with a Latte, but his eyes wondered to the back of the lab, where the prototype was sitting, beckoning Ivo to go.
“I could go down To Miami. An hour, tops. Stone wouldn’t even notice you were gone.”
“Aban will freak when he can’t find you.” The other side of his mind, the more logical side, hissed out.
Robotnik groaned and banged his head on the desk. He knew this was gonna be a long week as Aban walked inside the Lab’s doors.