"And, done." placing the scissors onto the table, Mephiles took a step back to admire his work. He frowned slightly, tilting his head at his masterpiece. "Though, something's missing... Silver!"
Footsteps clattered down the hall to the entrance way, where a small, glossy white hedgehog with curious yellow eyes stood at attention, arms folded behind his back. "Yes father?"
"Be a dear and get me a roll of ribbon from your sewing room please."
"What color, father?" Mephiles thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table.
"The most vibrant blue you can find." Silver nodded and disappeared down the corridor, coming back moments later with a small roll of ribbon. Mephiles turned, his cheeks rising in what seemed to be a smile.
"Excellent." He replied, grabbing the ribbon from the small child and patting him slightly on the head. He unraveled the silky material, grabbing the scissors and cutting off a small length from the roll. Silver watched silently as his father walked over to his latest creation, trying the ribbon in a small bow around its neck. Mephiles sighed contently, stepping back to place a hand on his son's shoulder. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Silver examined the fox doll from head to toe: The long, curly orange hair that cupped her delicate cheeks and chin, her bangs hanging slightly into her shining emerald eyes. Her ears, tipped with red, stood straight as if she was hearing every word of their conversation. The fiery orange on her tail, which sat on her lap, shone brightly compared to the light baby blue dress she wore. Silver smiled.
"What's her name?" Mephiles looked down at him, giving off a light chuckle.
"Scarlett."
"She is beautiful." Mephiles smiled, pulling the youth closer to his side.
"Just like you." Silver blushed and giggled, looking up at his father.
"Am I going to be a pretty doll too? Just like her?" Silver asked, pointing towards the doll. His father smiled.
"Someday. I'll even let you choose how you want to sit, and what you want to wear." Silver squealed in delight,squeezing out of his father's grip on his shoulder to dance around the room. Mephiles chuckled, grabbing his son by the waist to calm him down.
"Alright, time to head upstairs for bed. You have school tomorrow. Oh, and tell your mother I'll be up shortly." Silver nodded and turned for the corridor, bouncing up the steps to the second floor. Mephiles grinned slightly as he watched his son disappear, turning back to his doll. Picking her up, he fluffed out her dress and placed her on the shelf next to the others, staring at his collection for a brief moment before turning out the light.
This story's inspiration comes from the game, 'Mad Father'. Don't worry, it wont be all the same, just the concept of the dad who makes dolls. Review!