Notes: Here's another attempt at a bad fic, though Statue was generally considered worse than this one.
Life is frelled. The one constant I have come to trust, in my admittedly-short life. Mom died when I was born. Never knew my real Dad. I was taken in by my new parents almost the same day I was born. After two cycles, my new Mom left my Dad and me. Nobody knows why, exactly. Or at least, nobody wants to tell me. Anyway, now I only have my Dad.
I probably should be happy I at least still have a Dad, but I'm not. Dad is way too obsessive; doesn't seem to care much about me. Just concentrates on... well, whatever it is he's so obsessive about.
Four cycles ago, two cycles after Mom left, we moved to this planet. Dad promised it would keep his mind off things. That didn't happen, at least not for very long. After just two, maybe three monens, he was right back to his grand obsession. He believes it'll make things better once he figures it all out.
But on this planet, I can go to school. Making friends is more difficult though. My Dad's fault again. The other kids' parents don't want their children anywhere near him, and preferably nowhere near me, either. Only one of these kids still hangs out with me.
I remember one day when Dad came to pick me up from school unexpectedly. Most kids took one look at him and made their way to their parents as quickly as possible. The parents in question were standing as far away from him as possible, too.
But my friend, he wasn't afraid at all. He wanted to meet my Dad! Unfortunately, his parents noticed he was walking in the direction of my Dad, who, by the way, had a very strange look on his face when he spotted my friend. Anyway, my friend's parents called him to them.
I followed him, thinking that if I explained it was just my Dad, they would let him meet him. No such luck. His parents told him to stay away from, and I quote, that freak. At that point my Dad had noticed my friend's parents and was already strolling over. My friend's parents, especially his Dad, tensed immediately.
My Dad greeted them, much more pleasantly than I'd ever seen him. After they'd talked a while, I realized they knew each other from cycles ago, from before I was born. My Dad and my friend's Dad didn't like each other at all, not then and not now. Something about my Dad having caused too many deaths.
Well, I know my Dad is obsessive, but I couldn't believe he ever killed anyone, and certainly not many. My Dad said something about my friend's Dad having done not much better. Both of our dads became really angry and for a moment I thought they were going to punch and kick each other. Wasn't really worried for my Dad; he's very strong, but if they would fight and he hurt my friend's Dad, I would probably no longer have a friend.
Luckily, my friend's Mom reminded his Dad that all was in the past and that perhaps it was time to forgive. She agreed that many lives were lost, but it also brought peace (my Dad was responsible for the ending of the Sebacean-Scarran war? Drad!) My friend's Dad became less angry by the microt, largely due to his Mom I suspect. But in the end, my friend was not allowed to ever go to my Dad, unless both his parents were present.
I know nothing about my real parents, except that I inherited mom's purple eyes and Dad was chubby (hope I don't inherit that). My Dad's obsessive and mostly ignores me. I have one loyal friend, who can never come to my house to play. Did I mention yet that life is frelled? Well, it is, especially if you have an obsessive Scarran-Sebacean Dad.