Petals Dancing Among Waves of Ichor (Truly a Sight to Behold)

by Fayg0_Jvgga10

Summary:

Three days post-spring, and Rodger is certainly regretting his choices...

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yes, this fic uses the beta title of the ADoPaPP(FiON) because why not
and yes, this was also an excuse to continue the PetalDetective story because they're my fav ship (Not my OTP, but close)

Chapter 1

Rodger held onto the toilet bowl like his life depended on it.

 

More bile rose up from his throat, and out from behind his eye.

 

 

He should’ve been done with this already.

It had been three days since Spring had ended, and the clutch inside of him only brought upon sickness and despair. The summer heat clung to his skin, only making him feel worse. He had to go to glisten to get his clothes altered to hide his bumpy stomach, but even that didn’t mask his… “Situation.” He had become sluggish lately, he ate less, went out on runs less often.

 

He blamed it on his allergies, but the excuse wasn’t going to last much longer.

 

He hacked up what used to be food for the third time that morning.

 

He was tired.

Tired, achy, on edge. None of those went well together.

 

 

When he finished hurling, he got up and washed his eye. It always got so bleary and irritated, he couldn’t stand it. He hated it all. He wished he never went to try and interview Dandy that fateful spring day. He didn’t even get anywhere with it.

 

A nuisance, that flower. Rodger wished he could wrap his hands around Dandy’s neck, chock him until his stupid green face was a disgusting purple-

 

 

No.

 

Take a deep breath.

 

No need for violent thoughts.

 

He turned off the sink, and went back to bed. He was far too tired for this.

 

 

He closed his eye, and tried to get some rest. Being pregnant took a lot out of you, he came to learn.

 

 

Of course, a sharp pain shot through him. It was worse than any other cramps. Much, much worse. It was like he was impaled through the crotch.

 

Fluid soaked his sheets.

 

 

Oh no.

 

Oh no no no no no no no no no NO!

 

 

This can’t happen now! He had to pick up Toodles in a few hours!

 

He couldn’t go into labor, not yet!

 

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his rushing thoughts.

 

He stood up, clear fluid dripping down his thigh, then his calf, and then onto the floor beneath him. He would need to clean that.

 

Of course, when he tried to walk, he flopped backwards.

 

 

Great.

 

Just great.

 

He was stuck in a soaked bed until he finally pushed the wretched things out.

 

He didn’t even remember how many Dandy had put inside of him- he lost count after around 15. Rodger couldn’t handle caring for 15 kids; he could barely care for Toodles when she visited.

 

He sighed, wincing as pain began to resonate throughout his entire being.

 

He knew nothing about childbirth, but he was pretty sure that contractions usually started later on… maybe it had something to do with the fact that the things inside of him weren’t exactly alive.

 

Either way, they were coming out soon.

 

He gripped at the sheets as the dilation began.

 

Slowly, his body worked itself open. Soon enough, he was already at three centimeters and felt like screaming. He could feel ichor mix with amniotic fluid on the bed, creating a mess between his legs. He hated this. It hurt far too much for him to handle.

 

 

His vision was spotty.

 

 

The world around him dimmed.

 

 

He went limp, tears coating his glass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teagan was going to be so upset at him.

Chapter 2

When Rodger awoke, Sprout was sitting beside him. Off to the side was a nest of small blankets, filled with.... a lot of eggs. Small, greenish, and almost seed-like in appearance. He felt sick to his stomach as he stared at them.

 

"Ah, you're awake. The delivery went smoothly." The strawberry commented, a soft smile on his face.

 

"Why.. Why're you here?" The detective asked, throat scratchy and mind fuzzy.

 

"Oh- I heard you crying, and I came to see what's up. It sounds weird- yeah- but I just wanted to make sure you were alright. It's my duty."

 

Rodger just sighed. Of course Sprout would help. It was his job. He had to attend to all the toon's wounds, with just enough help from Cosmo to keep his sanity in tact.

 

"It's... alright." Rodger mumbled, sitting up in his bed. "Just... Please don't do it again. It's invasive."

 

"You're invasive."

 

"Touché." He's been told his questions were invasive and sometimes uncalled for, but in his defense, he was a detective. He was supposed to be invasive.

 

A short silence filled the room. Sprout then cleared his throat.

 

"Welp- I'm going to head out, alright? Call me if you need anything."

 

"Alright. Goodbye, Sprout."

 

"Bye."

 

And with that, the strawberry was gone.

 

 

Rodger took a deep breath, and stood up. His legs shook and ached, but he didn't care. He had other things to worry about.

 

He approached the eggs. One stood out from the rest; larger, richer in color. It was much more vibrant than the rest, and was freckled with dark spots.

 

He picked it up, and looked at it.

 

He held it up to the light. He could see something in there. A child. His child.

 

Guilt churned in his gut. He had to keep this one. He had barely even been around the egg for a minute, and he was already attached.

 

Wait.

 

If this egg was fertile, housing a healthy future toon, then...

 

Were the others defunct? Did they even take?

 

He had to find out.

 

He held a smaller one up to the light. There was barely anything in there. It was underdeveloped.

 

Rodger dropped it on accident, his body still weak with overexertion. The loud crack that followed filled him with a disgusting joy. The egg wasn't going to do much anyway, right? It would've produced a sick runt,  not fit for survival. That wouldn't do.

 

He cracked another one. Then another. Ichor spilled out of each shell, the underdeveloped innards inside basically mush. He was overwhelmed with euphoria with each egg that broke.

 

Soon enough, all of the eggs were broken, except one. An inky mess was on the ground, soaking into the wood floor. The euphoria soon faded, replaced by shame.

 

He... He really just did that. He just destroyed the eggs he worked so hard to birth.

 

He clutched the one remaining spawn he had, mind racing. Why did he do that? Why did he do that? Stupid stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-

 

The egg slipped out of hold.

 

No.

 

No no no no no no no-

 

He caught it right before it hit the ground.

 

phew.

 

 

He retreated back to his bed, and placed it on his pillow.

 

The detective had to still pick up Toodles, but... maybe this once he could call it off. Just for today, he could pick her up tomorrow. It was a win-win situation, right? He got to recover for a day, and Toodles could still get her weekend visit.

 

He laid down, taking a deep breath as his eye closed.

 

 

 

 

 

He needed this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Comments and Kudos are appreciated! >___<

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Ichor-Stained lust (PetalDetective)