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Ze was pregnant.
The avian gaped at the pregnancy test, astounded. He had not expected this to occur, but it did occur regardless. The avian didn't know what to think about this—he had mixed feelings about his future and the pregnancy test. He was shocked, confused, ecstatic, and petrified with fear. He was scared to tell the two individuals currently living under his property the exciting and terrifying news, but there was no other way to tell them.
Ze ambled downstairs, clutching his stomach. It expanded in size by a few centimeters, and it would take a few months for the embryo to develop. Moe and Regect were sitting downstairs on the stiff couch, talking to each other. It wasn't too long before they noticed Ze clutching his stomach, and his presence. The two individuals immediately sensed that something was wrong, and Moe decided to question it.
" Honk, honk. Honk honk honk honk honk? Honk honk honk? "
Moe would usually communicate with individuals with her strange, but comprehensible language. For some reason, even if it sounded like gibberish, the two individuals were able to understand her language. Ze seemed uncomfortable, his back slouched. He didn't really care about his posture, so it was usually like that. But Moe and Regect could sense that something was wrong—Ze seemed to be in pain, and he was sweating nervously.
" I don't think I'm okay... "
Ze paused for a few seconds, contemplating whether he should tell the two individuals about his state. He took a deep breath, before decided to speak again; but in a more slightly quieter tone.
" I'm pregnant. "
Suddenly, Moe's face, once conveying concern, suddenly showing shock. Regect didn't have a face to convey emotion, but they were shocked as well. Ze slowly took out the pregnancy test in his pocket, gripping it firmly. There—it displayed two lines, showing the two individuals Infront of himself that the pregnancy state was indeed confirmed. Regect didn't even have time to question about the child.
" What the fuck, Ze?! Abort the fucking child! "
The avian whipped out an m1911 pistol from his pockets, attempting to show Regect that he was being serious.
" THERE'S NO ABORTION CLINICS IN MINECRAFT, DICKHEAD!! "
" Well then, how are we supposed to fix this?! We can't provide the suitable environment for the child! Plus, we'll have to pay the sustainable materials for the child! "
" God damn it-I don't fucking know! I told you we should've used a condom! "
Regect and Ze were arguing, as usual. But it wasn't as heated as their other arguments—this was too serious. Moe was still sitting on the stiff sofa, trying to process everything. She suddenly stood up and decided to intervene before things got too heated—one of them could get hurt in the argument, after all.
" Honk honk, honk honk!! Honk honk honk honk, honk honk honk honk honk honk honk! Honk honk honk honk! Honk honk honk honk, honk? "
The two individuals looked at eachother, defeated. Ze sighed, knowing that Moe was right. Things could get too heated, and one of them could've been hurt. There was no delaying or paused the inevitable, and the two only had one choice; to see where all of this would go.
" ...Moe's right. We're sorry, Moe. "
Moe's expression softened and her visage displayed a satisfied smile. Though, she was still mildly concerned for the state of the avian. The situation lingered in the air, and the tension was quite awkward. Regect suddenly thought of a intriguing question, and decided to ask.
" Ze, I'm curious now... "
" Who's the father/mother? "
Ze tensed up. He didn't expect Regect to just ask him the question out of nowhere—the question lingered in the air for an awkward moment, and Ze was mentally contemplating his options. Should he announce the shocking news? It was probably going to drive Regect and Moe insane. Ze glanced at Moe and Regect for a split second, trying to read their expressions. Moe seemed mildly concerned, while Regect was giving Ze a look that mentally carried words that sounded like 'tell me or else i'll do something bad to you.' Ze took a deep breath, before announcing the bewildering news.
" ...It's you. "