They were created to help his daughter, to protect her, inspire her, define her, teach her, guide her, lead her, defend her, guard her and save her. This is the story of a father who gave his life to ensure his daughter would be protected for all time, by the stitchpunk coven, each one has a different lesson to teach her, as well as learning a few of their own. AU. T for Safety!
He gazed back at his daughter, playing alone with her few dolls, he smiled and turned back to his work – he was old. It had taken him a few years to draw and design each stitchpunk, he dragged the paintbrush carefully across the burlap doll, leaving a delicate number with each stroke.
"Nine," He murmured quietly, he held the doll carefully before laying it gently beside the others. He caressed them gently – they would soon be all that remained of him, the only things to pass on his lessons to his only child. He strung them up one by one, eying the talisman that would transfer his soul into them and give them life. His infant daughter ran up to him, crying out excitedly. He laughed along with her and explained once again that he would be leaving – he was glad she didn't question and instead laughed and nodded. She was over excited at the prospect of getting some new dolls that could actually speak to her.
He kissed her head and sent her off to play before beginning the long and tedious process of transferring his life into theirs. He was extremely weary by the time he got to nine but made himself continue, for his daughter's sake. He fell slack into his chair as the last doll was awoken.
Authors Note – This is just the prologue, it will start properly in the next chapter, set a few years later, and be warned! There will be some 7&9 fluff :D I hope you enjoy! R+R please!
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