Disclaimer: I do not own Mad Father in any way, nor do I want to. I only own character's you don't recognize.
I know I should be updating Is There Muuuurder On This Planet? but the attack of Writer's Block came. Dammit. And then plot bunnies had to attack as well just hours after watching PewDiePie play Mad Father on Youtube. I should just verbally shoot myself, but then the random rhino would come and skewer me.
Anyways, of course I had to make Mad Father more gory than it already is, as my mind was focused on death and Ju-on. Not to mention pixel gore doesn't sit well with me, and I imagined everything in anime(so I had to make it gory-er. I mean, what's a horror anime without super gore?)
Should I keep this rated T? Or make it rated M for extra gore? It's a horror game fanfic, after all...
I know there are already a bunch of AyaxDio fics. I, of course, had to write my own because of the plot Snowballs. And the plot Snowball I chose was infected by my Doctor Who fangirl-ness and my addiction to demons overall. Thus, this fic was knocked violently off the path of the true ending. I shall stop ranting, before I get off track.
"Father, no!" Aya was frozen in place by that Victorian style doll, her pale face tear streaked.
"I love you." Her father cackled, that crazed twinkle in his eyes. He raised the chainsaw, with full intention to slice Aya in half.
"No!" Aya shrieked, curling up in a ball the best she could with that doll clinging onto her legs. She clapped her hands over her ears, the roar of the chainsaw nearly shattering her eardrums. She squeezed her eyes tight, her voice cracking, "No, father, please…"
Her father suddenly gasped, dropping the chainsaw. The roar of the chainsaw abruptly stopped after ripping into the table behind him, tangled in the red fabric.
Aya slowly looked up, her pale blue eyes wide at the bloody sight of her father. "Father?"
"A…. ya….." Her father's voice was barely above a whisper, shaking. Several knives were lodged in his chest. He coughed weakly, blood dropping from his lip. "Ay…." Several more knives lodged into her father. Her father collapsed, seemingly dead.
"Mistress!" Maria limped over to Aya. She got out another knife, slicing the doll away from Aya. She knelt down, holding Aya's shoulders. "Mistress, are you alright?"
"Maria…." Aya broke down, crying.
"Shhh…" Maria held Aya close, comforting her. "Sh… It's alright. Doctor is gone. He won't hurt us-"
"ARRRGH!" Aya's father stood up, revving up the chainsaw. Maria and Aya's eyes widened, regarding the crazed man with horror. They held on to each other, helpless and awaiting their death.
The chainsaw felt from her father's hands. He choked out, coughing up dark blood, "Ay….a….. I… Lo…." He never finished his sentence, a sickening gurgling sound coming from his throat. He collapsed to his knees, falling forward with a sickening thud. A pickaxe dug deep into his back, piercing his heart and most likely, lungs.
A boy, no older than thirteen, stood there, breathing heavily as he looked down at the body with hate. He looked to Maria and Aya, his brown eye slightly sad. "Well, uh, I'm glad I got here in time…."
Aya stared in shock, stuttering, "It's…. You…" She promptly passed out.
…Half an hour later….
"Thank you." Aya dipped her head slightly to the boy.
"Don't thank me." The boy shook his head. "I did what your mother asked of me."
"My mother?" Aya blinked, startled.
The boy nodded. "I said I was sorry for frightening you earlier. I didn't intend to…" He gestured to the right side of his face. The softness in his eye didn't slip past Maria's sharp gaze. "Believe that, at least."
"Mother wanted to protect me." A smile graced Aya's lips for a moment. She whispered, "Thank you, mother."
"She's watching you from afar, even now." The boy spoke. "Don't be sad. She'll be sad too."
"Right…" Aya nodded.
After a moment of silence, the boy started, "The curse will wear off soon…." He cleared his throat, stopping his voice from wavering. "It's almost farewell."
"You'll…" Aya's voice trailed off. "You'll be gone?"
"We're only alive now because of the curse." The boy dipped his head.
Aya looked to the ground, slightly downcast. "I see."
"But there's something I must do, before I go." The boy added. "I need to set fire to this mansion."
"What? Why?" Aya's eyes widened. "You can't do that… All those happy memories…"
"I don't intend to burn those." The boy shook his head. "There is a possibility of someone finding traces of your father here. We can't let the same tragedy happen."
"Did mother want that?" Aya asked.
The boy fell silent, looking away. He finally nodded, "Yes."
"If mother wanted it, then do it." Aya nodded.
"Mistress…" Maria started.
"Even if this house is gone, I'll always remember those moments with mother…" Aya avoided mentioning her father, gazing down at the floor.
"Mistress…" Maria sighed. "Yes, that's right."
"Aya, there's one thing I ask of you." The boy spoke. "Don't ever forget the lives sacrificed here. None of us had any relatives. No one looked for us. No one remembered us. No one knew we existed at all. Our existence will be forgotton to the world. But we did live. I don't want you to forget that. I want you to hold proof of us in your heart. That is the least you can do for us."
Aya nodded, her eyes sad. Her eyes seemed to be wetter than normal. "I'll never forget you."
"Thank you." The boy smiled slightly. He held a mostly empty box of matches, lighting a match. "This is goodbye." He tossed the match to the side, the fire quickly catching on.
Aya and Maria backed away towards the entrance. Suddenly, the boy quickly stepped close to Aya, gently taking her face. Aya's breath hitched slightly as she looked up at the boy. The boy's eye held pain for a second before he shut his eyes, gently placing a soft kiss on Aya's forehead. He genuinely hoped it worked. "Goodbye… Aya."
"Quick, Mistress!" Maria grabbed Aya, running out of there.
The boy watched them leave, gazing at Aya with such sadness. Aya stared at the boy, shocked. She opened her mouth to ask for his name, but Maria had already dragged Aya out. The last Aya saw of the mansion before the doors swung shut was the boy's eye, filled with an emotion Aya didn't understand.
…Few minutes later…
Aya gazed at her burning home from afar, a tear rolling down her cheek without her knowledge.
"Mistress? Do you wish to finish watching it to the end?" Maria frowned.
"No. Let's go." Aya shook her head.
"Yes, mistress." Maria nodded, starting off in one direction. Aya began to follow when she heard a thud behind her.
"Huh?" Aya turned around. She looked down, her eyes widening. "Father's book?" She knelt down, frowning. She needed to bring the book to Maria to destroy the book. She thought, wondering whether she should just leave it there or not.
Ogre watched from above, waiting for Aya to touch the book. He smiled, chuckling to himself. "Oh, Damien. This will be my revenge. Your love's child will fall to insanity like her father. All it takes is one single touch, and her father's insanity will plague her. You will fail, my friend…"
Aya, seconds later, touched the book. Oddly, a bright light came from the book, where she touched it. She shrieked, jumping back. A gust of wind burst from the book.
"What?!" The smile disappeared from Ogre's face. "What?! This is impossible! No!"
"Mistress!" Maria came running up to Aya.
"Maria!" Aya shouted. Just when Maria went to grab Aya and drag her away from the book, Aya suddenly disappeared. The light and wind faded away. Maria stared at the place Aya was before, horrified.
"Mistress!" Maria shouted. She collapsed to her knees, tears pouring out of her eyes. She choked out, "I'm sorry…" She slowly drew out a knife, slicing her throat open. She collapsed on her side, dark blood seeping out into a large pool around her. The red book lay forlornly a few feet away, untouched as Maria stared at it with the life fading from her eyes.
"No!" Ogre was horrified. "Damn it!" He would've ripped his hair out if her, well, had hair. He took a deep breath, 'Calm down, Ogre.' He snarled, "God damn it, Damien, you outsmarted me." And with that, he faded away.
*le gasp* What happened to Aya? What will happen to Alfred's now-cursed-book? Who the hell is this Damien? We'll find out in the next chapter! Well, the next few chapters.
I do enjoy torturing you guys like this. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHA...
Ahem. Ignore Evil Me.
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Edit: I apologize for the, er, mistake. I can't believe I just wrote "Her father stood up, chainsaw." Yes, it's the random attack of chainsaw. By the way... CHAINSAW! AHAHAHAHAHA! My friend will probably tease me over email about this. Haha.