"Hey, can you tell me what poop tastes like?"
Inside Tobirama's Laboratory Base, a group stood around an experiment table. Sitting on it was an all-white thing with a spiral face... It had no facial features, yet it could speak...
"Where... did this thing come from?" Hashirama asked, looking at Madara beside him in confusion.
"Something we made by experimenting with your cells..." Madara shook his head helplessly.
"Something made from my cells... Wouldn't that make him my son?" The ever-clever Hashirama's eyes lit up.
"Son? Are you my mom? Mom!!"
The thing on the experiment table leaped into Hashirama's arms.
"You're Mom... Then he must be Dad! Dad!" Then the thing looked at Madara beside him. Madara seemed to have been the first person he saw after becoming conscious, so... You're Dad!
Dave watched the familiar white thing from behind them... utterly speechless...
With Hashirama hospitalized for the past two days, Madara had nothing much to do. Thinking of the ugly man's face on his chest and Hashirama's cells, he had come to Tobirama's Laboratory Base to mess around with Hashirama cells alongside Tobirama, producing this thing.
"Oh, right, Dad, Mom, can you... can you tell me what poop tastes like? And what does it feel like to need to poop?" The thing tilted his spiral face and looked at the two of them in confusion.
The smile froze on Hashirama's face. This guy... is such a weirdo... And why am I Mom while Madara gets to be Dad?
Madara helplessly rubbed his brow...
"This one is the most unusual of all the test subjects... The others are fine and can communicate on their own, but they aren't as intelligent as him," Tobirama said with a helpless shrug.
"Since he's so special, let's give him a name.