#breadhead headcanons

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Happy late birthday!

If you’re still doing requests for tgd, then how about this? What if the reader serenaded Breadhead?

Thank you!!! And don't worry, I'm always open to write Gaslight District stuff. (People just don't request it often.)

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Serenading Breadhead

★ If this was your attempt at smoothing over an argument, congratulations, it's working! Whatever you did is forgiven. So long as you keep singing for him.

★ How cute would it be if he played the piano as you sang? Turning your solo into a duet? You could have the most horrible, tone-def, flat, off-key singing voice imaginable. And he'd still listen like you were the most perfect sound ever heard. A symphony just for him. Truly, he's smitten.

★ The only light in the room was a single flickering candle. Illuminating your form with an air of calm. Casting a gentle glow over you. Mel would gag if she saw the two of you like this. But the restaurant isn't open, so it's her own fault for sticking around past closing.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hiiii how are you? I was wondering if you could do Breadhead with a mad scientist reader who’s trying to figure out a way to become immortal without the use of the black hand and having secret plans to take down heaven themselves.

*runs away*

Couldn't figure out how to add the secret plan to take down heaven. (We don't know much about it, there isn't a lot to work with.)

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Breadhead x mad scientist Reader

★ He sees nothing wrong with what you do. Ethics? What's that? Never heard of it. He'll do anything if you paid him. If you ever need some... Bigger test subjects, he'll help for a price. That's probably how you met him.

★ Immortality has been a fascination of yours for centuries. Shure, the black hand already cursed you with it. But that doesn't answer any of the questions you have. You don't understand it. And whatever you don't understand must be studied.

★ You experiment on whatever critters you can find. Because pet stores stopped selling animals to you. Mostly bugs and fish you caught. Usually, whatever byproduct you get from this survives.

★ Many attempts to bring the dead back have been made by you. Necromancy, biological engineering and even biomechanical enhancements. They live. But not forever. Even so, you're getting closer.

★ You might have a menagerie of pets. Creatures that were taken apart and put back together. Parts added and swapped. Breadhead adores them. Most of the time, one is curled up in his lap. Sleeping or getting scratches behind whatever ear-like appendage they have.

★ "Hey buddy!" He cheerers to one of them. You haven't figured out immortality just yet. But the things you've done already impress him. Even though he cant wrap his head around it. Some of the words you say are gibberish to him.

★ He tries his best to help you. When you need some fresh parts, he brings you the corpse of a litterbug. "Fresh delivery! Its still warm, too." He laughs while dropping the slightly mangled creature on to your operating table.