#//but also i love the detail that they were frankensteined together bc yeah!! he'd totally have a kid that way!

[mechahero]

anonymous asked- "DAAAAD!!" All hell was breaking loose. An adorable frankensteined munchkin, born happily in a vat or on an operating table struck by lightning had a grave concern, a real grievance to air. "There's a crust on this sandwich! I said no crusties." That was strange. That sandwich didn't have a crust a few minutes ago when it had been prepared. Something devilish was afoot. Not that Lambda's kid was aware of anything else. They just wanted their snack time on schedule. go on anon and pretend to be my muse’s future kid!

"Huh?" Cue the cyborg looking up from the counter, gripping the butter knife in his hand as he was cutting the crust of his own sandwich.

How weird. He could have sworn he'd just cut it off a few moments ago. No, wait, he did.

There's a small clunk as the butter knife is set down. Lambda makes his way over to his creation, peeking over their shoulder. "No, I definitely got rid of those?", the question comes out confused. But there it was, there again. The cyborg clicks his tongue. "Oh." A pause. "Y'know what? Lemme just cut off real quick?", he says, sideeying his kid all the while (out of their sight, mind you!) , a thought crossing his mind.

They couldn't have ended up with the same reality bending powers as him... could they?