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It was roughly 6am in the morning at Tracen Academy, most Uma’s were still off snoozing in their dorms or getting ready for a morning jog. A normal day for the Academy. That said, it was a completely normal morning in the completely normal dorm of the completely normal and sane umamusume, Agnes Tachyon. Yep, nothing happening at all.
If it wasn’t for the cries of terror coming from inside her dormitory.
well, terror is a bit of an exaggeration, its more like impatient wails from a VERY impatient Daiwa Scarlet who sat in her highchair of Tachyon’s messy apartment.
“Scarlet! Your childish demands will alert the whole dormitory!” She scolded, though Tacyon doesn’t seem to actually care about the public disturbance, but moreso the noise complaints she would receive. She's already on thin ice with the Academy director, so adding a six-mouth-old Uma who loves to cry and demand for things.. well, Agnes didn't care of the consequence, but the director sure did.
Agnes was in her usual attire already, her school uniform with that ridiculously large lab coat draped over the top, her hair untied and messy. Meanwhile Scarlet was adorned with a fluffy navy-blue coat, fit for Agnes’s little princess (and the cold). As well as two little poofy pigtails on her head, carefully done not to hurt her little ears.
Daiwa Scarlet’s chestnut ginger tail wobbled and flicked in annoyance as her mother attempted to shake the formular bottle fast enough to quell the tiny beast Infront of her who was now tugging at her coat. This only made the scientist laugh, finding her brat of a child rather amusing.
“oh ahhahaaHA-!” Agnes cackled as she finally handed the bottle to the little Uma’s grabby hands. “you sure have drive, and determination” she crooned, he voice dropping a little sinister “imagine when your old enough to shift that determination to racing and experiments...”
“Tacyon-san!!!!” interrupted the high-pitched voice of Agnes tacyon’s roommate, Agnes Digital (the only uma crazy enough to tolerate Daiwa’s cries to be her roommate)
“are you filling her precious cute little baby head with your creepy scientist ideas?!?!!” Digital huffed dramatically like one of those insufferable anime characters, her hair scruffy from sleep as she looked up from the manga she was reading on her bed. Tachyon merely scoffed as she helped her fussy little experiment suckle on the bottle, watching her with the utmost interest. Messy little thing.
“i have absolutely no clue what your talking about, Digital” She answered innocently with a smile on her face, eyes fixed robotically on Scarlet.
This all started after the Satsuki Sho, when she had announced her retirement and now had to recover, both mentally and physically. now, she had to come to terms with the fact she would never race again, her goal, just out of reach after having it in the palms of her hands.. The scientist would come up with or be suggested many ideas or hobbies to dedicate her life to now. her studies of course would continue, strange experiments and concoctions would continue to be made. but Agnes needed more, something more, she missed the experiments on herself. She had tried taking up hobbies and other things friends, her therapist and physical therapist would suggest.
though nothing stuck, and one can only Crochet with Silence suzuka so many times without wanting to crochet a noose.
though there was just one more experiment she had never considered to do upon herself. parenthood. the act of recreating and creating a living breathing... useless little meatsack- that would grow into a less useless meatsack. Agnes had never considered childern, never wanted the little shits, it would simply get in the way of research. But, (as she does with everything else in life) once she started viewing the idea of offspring as another experiment, the perfect guinea pig to grow and raise however she pleased. one that also would be a physical copy of her? one she could control almost variables for?..
Agnes Tachyon was sold, and fell pregnant about 7 months after her retirement
Having a child wasn't exactly what Tachyon expected, but she didn't seemed to mind for once. strangely, she'd notice that it wasn't just her effecting her daughter as she grew a personality, but her own daughter seemed to effecting her as well. on top of the usual changes that come to a mum naturally, Tachyon noticed she'd started letting little things go when something didn't go her way or that her usual bluntness has dulled just a tiny bit. what a strange reaction, one that wasn't from a flask or mixing chemicals? that was the only thing about being a parent tachyon.. wasn't completely sure about.
As for the father... well, no ones really sure, Agnes has simply never told anyone, likey not caring enough to tell. the man's probably some poor soul Anges got with for the soul purpose of a child and then frankly dumped. There's some speculations in the halls of the Academy, theories and gossip that Tachyon couldn't give less of a shit about.
though, she does received a hefty check in the mail every couple of months, so she's got that going for her.
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"What is... that doing here Tachyon?"
Tachyon had barely made this though the door of the labs before she was met with the deep and brooding voice of Manhattan Cafe. Agnes was tempted to ignore her completely and walk in, though it is very hard to ignore the wiggling baby in her arms.
"My dearest experiment" Agnes cooed as she walking into the room And plopped Scarlet onto her desk, looking back at the black haired Uma who was stood in her own space, notes and whiteboards scattered about covered in borderline unreadable scribbles "isn't she just adorable?"
"I know who your daughter is Tachyon, that doesn't answer why it's here" the black hairs girl muttered with that boring monotone voice she has. "the laboratory isn't childsafe"
"ah, nonsense, the child needs to needs to get used to being anyhow" Agnes replied as she pat her little monster on the head, ruffling her hair and ears. Scarlet let out a whine of protest before suddenly becoming more interested in her mothers hand and playing with her fingers. Tachyon only laughed at his, letting the brat play and grab onto her hand. Manhattan cafe could already tell there wasn't going to get a lot of work done today..
after a bit of time fussing, Agnes plopped the 6 month old on the floor as she got to work on her latest concoction. barely questioning if what she was mixing was a least.. a little bit legal. probably not, oh well! using her work partner's notes and scales to measure her ingredients. stopping once or twice to entertain or feed her offspring before getting back to work. without really checking how much time has passed, Tachyon may have gotten carried away (like usual) as she paused her work because she saw the warm glow of golden hour spilling though the windows.
Tachyon sighed, she should've put the little one down for a nap or even sleep a while ago. she put whatever definitely legal thing she was doing aside and turned to expect Scarlet at her feet, still playing with useless objects like last time see check which must've been.. an hour ago at least, maybe two
oh
oh dear.
Agnes tachyon looked to the floor, to find it babyless. she checked under her desk, around the floors and cabinets of the lab but the room to be lacking of any fussing babys. in fact, it seemed to just be Tachyon now, Cafe must've gone to her dorm or training a while ago, not that she even noticed.
"Scarlet? daiwa Scarlet??" Tachyon didn't realise it, but she was starting to panic. though there was no gargle or 'mamamamaaa!' in response, tachyon hissed and accepted her fate. she'd just lost her daughter, no problem, no problem at all. Tachyon looked up
the door was wide open, Cafe must have forgotten to close it when she left.
okay, so there was a problem, a very big problem.
"Shit"