Oooo! Interesting. I may forewarn you, I haven’t played the game yet. So I don’t know how Dr. Crackpot officially acts, I just get my information on all the characters from the wiki.
Apologies in advance for any inaccuracies!
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Tw: Pregnancy and non-descriptive birth mentioned ahead! Crackpot is a sugar-coated nut, though!
+Player has fem bits but is gender neutral
+Set in Salty’s Self Aware AU
You don’t exactly know how you fell for this lunatic, but you knew very well how he fell for you. As you were a god among all Nevadeans, it was no surprise that Phobo’s closest underling would…exuberant similar behaviors as the director. As such, you still wonder how you fell for such a nutjob. Maybe he was good at smooth talking…or he was good at manipulation…or maybe you just dig the absolutely insane types.
Regardless of whichever the reasons were, you had still managed to get knocked up by this raving lunatic. When you tell him the news, the ‘buoyant one’ lets out loud praises and announces it to his cult immediately, encouraging a loud and harmonious cheer to come from the fanatics that made up your underground community.
He holds you close as he could as the fanatics let out hoots and hollers as he gives your head a loving nuzzle and he begins to make a new announcement about the inevitable arrival of the new god. Which you merely let out a couple of sighs in response, from exasperation at his enthusiasm or from embarrassment at him basically screaming that he knocked you up to anyone that had ears to listen with.
In the first trimester, Crackpot behaves similarly to Phobos. Making a new place for you two to nest in as he orders the fanatics to make the place as clean as possible and to fetch new supplies for him to make an altar. You could only watch on the sidelines as your nutjob lover goes ham on the decoration and the floor planning.
He makes the younglings room first. Fitting it with a crib that was decorated with little lights that were similar to the ones on his back, a changing station, a little metallic bookcase, and various numerous stuffed toys. One of which just happened to share the appearance of a zed. Crackpot even tried to make it look a little more regal, with various objects that were ‘gifts’ from the fanatics and precious metals that were dug up from the surrounding mines.
You even tried to help out by adding some paintings and making some clean clothes and sheets from your strings. Slowly stitching them together while Crackpot continues to spruce the place up and has his minions apply special supports for the newly added room. Even trying to make it much more of a reasonable ‘living space’ that you both will live in together as Crackpot directs the fanatics with an almost artistic fashion.
During your midterms, Crackpot is growing more and more elated and excited by the day. You can’t seem to get a break from his loving overzealous kissing and affectionate frisky behavior. As you grow flustered and laugh lightly in response to his eagerness that…strangely reminded you of a dog. Just how much he was praising you and constantly doting on you in your later stages was enough to make you blush in response.
Crackpot manages to finish up the living quarters that you both will be sharing. Cuddling up to you in your large shared bed, but leaving his head down close to your belly. Sometimes you could swear you can hear him whispering adoringly to your belly as he even prayed to it sometimes. It was a tad bit creepy, but you were used to his zealot of a personality. Just another quirk that can be added to your lover's personality. He already called himself a ‘father’ to his followers. So maybe him being an actual father wouldn’t be any different.
He also went above and beyond to make sure that you had all that you needed in ways of nutrition and support and protection. The zeds were always around and you pretty much got used to them, but you were still constantly wary of what they could do to either you or your new youngling. So crackpot makes sure to keep the zeds a bit more distant from his family in an effort to appease your anxious worries.
A little bit further in and you were getting that urge to nest and Crackpot worked on getting a birthing place set up. Unlike a typical medical wing, Crackpot made the delivery chamber look more like an…altar. With a place where you would lay to give birth and surrounding pools of water and various tables with symbols carved on them. Again, you expected this. This was Crackpot, who is not a necessarily sane individual. It reminded you of the game ‘Outlast 2’ from your original dimensions, just less religious themed and more cult-heavy. Which was kinda cool, you surmised.
Crackpot just took in the pride that you approved of the “medical” wing of the community before he got back to sending out his fanatics to search for supplies that would be used to bring the new demi-god into the world of Nevada.
Then, the due date arrives.
You were pretty much escorted to the “medical” wing after Crackpot was awoken to the sound of you stirring awake and whimpering loudly before you let out a couple of cries of pain. Crackpot immediately jumps into action and carries you to the delivery area, laying you on the centerpiece of the altar as he runs to awaken his priest-bound children.
The moment the priests and prophets arrived following Crackpot loyally, you were going into full scale labor. Crackpot takes control of the situation, leading his followers to the side as some even say out a couple of chants as you continue the process.
The situation was strange yet exhilarating as you take rapid breaths and Crackpot gives you loving encouragement to continue to bring the little god into the world. By the time you were finished with the process, you were laid out on the soft altar, looking at the grunts that surrounded you who finished their chants as Crackpot cleans up the new arrival.
A quick dunk in warm water and a rapid wrapping of the infant in the ceremonial-looking cloth that Crackpot made a few days beforehand…then all was still. The prophets all hold their places as they look at their leader, just as he stands tall once more with the little bundle in his arms.
Crackpot focuses his green-lit eyes onto the swaddled little one, finally taking a moment to calm down from the delivery to pull the cloth back. Revealing the infant’s face.
The lights in the room revealed that they had sparkling gray skin and they also had special glowing green markings that were decorated throughout their little body that gave them the appearance that they were tattooed. He silently leans down and nuzzles his little one with his mask, rousing them from their slumber as they blink open their droopy eyes that radiate with the player’s iridescent colors. The little one looks up at him in a sleepy and curious manner.
Crackpot feels his ego and pride grow as he looks at the healthy little godling in his hands, to which he glances around the room and motions with his head to open the large double doors that close off the entrance to the “medical” wing. The prophets moved and wordlessly opened the door that led back to the outside, which to your surprise was crowded around by the rest of the fanatic community.
You see Crackpot take the little one and slip them into the little glowing onesie you made with your strings, before carrying them away towards the door. You were growing more worried by the moment, but then you see him stop before the large crowd at the entrance, and your lover holds out your infant child in a manner similar to Simba from ‘The Lion King’.
“THE NEW GOD HAS ARRIVED!!” Crackpot announces and holds your baby up high, then the large crowd of fanatics let out numerous cheers and praises as your little one simply looks at them all in a confused but entertained manner.
You could only sit back and relax as you were still tired from the long process of delivering the young one, barely tuning into what Crackpot was saying about the future of the fanatics being bright now that he had an heir. You could only roll your eyes at his enthusiasm.
You barely take notice of his approach to your side, which causes you to jump a bit in response to his nuzzling affection as he shows you the child.
“You did amazing, my player. You’ve given the buoyant one a future for all his children.” He mutters to you as he gives you a kiss. “Thank you, my lord.” He purrs as you nuzzle him back.
The child is pretty much raised by not just Crackpot, but the whole village that makes up the fanatic community. Crackpot is a hand-on father that makes sure to try and teach the child the importance of immortality and being a god with god-like duties.
Wherever the kid goes, they’re worshiped by the fanatics. Which has given them quite an ego. You, thankfully, are there to keep them from going too far down the rabbit hole of god-hood like their father. You teach them that they’re more of a demi-god than an actual god, because their father is a mortal.
You also teach them that, yes, they can bring back the ones they care about…but only if they can inherit it from your powers. As you said before, they’re only a demi-god. Whatever powers they get from you are the powers they’re stuck with.
So while Crackpot is an influence on the child, being a good one or a bad one is up for his player to decide. Meanwhile, you keep him from becoming a spoiled brat and to keep their ego in check, while also keeping them in the realm of Nevada’s reality and not Crackpot’s version of Nevada.
Crackpot adores his kid, but he may adore them too much and has a little bit of manipulation in store for them. Thankfully, the player is stronger in their influence and has much more reasonable guidance to give the little one.
