Avery gets slime top surgery. Based on that one meme I saw that I can't fucking remember. OR! Some D3r POV during any scene of the actual video, writer's choice of which one :3
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Avery asked it the way he asked most dangerous questions—casually, like he was commenting on the weather.
They were sitting on the edge of the base roof, the light from Avery’s core lazily pulsing against the stone, D3r half-leaning against the chimney with a book he wasn’t really reading. The night was quiet. Safe. Which was usually when Avery’s brain decided to wander.
“So,” Avery said, swinging his legs. “Hypothetically.”
D3r’s helmet tilted a fraction. A warning sign, if you knew him well enough.
“If someone needed surgery,” Avery continued, undeterred, “and you’ve got the whole infinite-knowledge thing going on now… could you do it?”
Silence.
D3r slowly looked at him.
Really looked.
Avery smiled, already anticipating the reaction. “I mean, not on me. Obviously. I don’t—” He gestured vaguely at his torso. “Organs. Or blood. Or… like, a liver. Mostly vibes in here.”
D3r stared.
Avery’s glow brightened sheepishly. “Okay, entirely vibes. And my core. And some bones. Questionable bones.”
The silence stretched until it was almost loud.
“You,” D3r said carefully, “do not possess a biological system compatible with surgery.”
“Right, yes, I know that,” Avery said quickly. “This is a different hypothetical. Like—if I was human. Normal human. With all the squishy bits in the correct places.”
D3r considered that. The book lowered an inch.
“…Yes,” he said at last.
Avery blinked. “Yes?”
“I could perform surgery on a human,” D3r clarified. “Any procedure. Any specialization.”
Avery’s core flared, pleased and a little awed. “Huh. That’s actually really comforting.”
D3r turned fully toward him. “Why is that comforting.”
Avery shrugged, core settling back into its usual soft glow. “I don’t know. Feels nice knowing that if things went really bad, someone would know exactly how to put people back together.”
D3r was quiet for a moment.
Then, very gently, “I would prefer a reality in which you never require confirmation of that.”
Avery smiled at him, small and sincere. “Yeah. Me too.”
