An Zhe was a mushroom whose lifelong mission was to raise his own spore.
One day, he lost his spore.
He searched all over the world for a long time before finally seeing a familiar spore on the news.
An Zhe desperately knocked on the door of a colonel in the human military.
“Hello, Sir. Did your research turn out well? Can I have my son back after the research?”
The colonel looked cold. “Your son?”
“I gave birth to it QAQ.”
The colonel stated, “I raised it.”
“Sir, really. It is mine QAQ.”
“Give birth to another one to let me see.”
An Zhe: crying
Not as fluffy as the summary makes it sound. Not mpreg.
Apocalyptic wasteland science fiction (no zombies)