Mad Father - Preface

I know Father's secret.

Adalia is a young she-cat who lives in her father, Demetri, in a series of caves and tunnels that run through the mountainside and dig deep into the ground below. All her life, she has grown up hearing the noises that come from those, and pretended that she didn't hear them.

Because she loved her father.

Demetri is a "doctor", or at least that is what he calls himself; in reality, he is something far worse. Adalia knows of the atrocities her father commits, but ignores them because she loves her father; she loves her father more than anything. But when a curse is placed on Demetri, Adalia is determined to find her father and save him. However, with the warning of a questionable stranger fresh in her mind, she realizes that there may be more going on with this curse than meets the eye.

This fic is based off the RPG horror, Mad Father. You may have seen it around, especially if you watch a lot of Youtubers - a good deal of games have played it. It's truly a great story that I love, so my friend and I decided to write it with cats/Warriors instead of humans.

THIS FIC WAS COWRITTEN BY SPARROWFEATHER1. ALL "DIO" CHAPTERS WERE WRITTEN BY HER. ALL "ADALIA" CHAPTERS WERE WRITTEN BY MYSELF.

Please give credit where credit is due. If you want to find Sparrowfeather1, she is not on this website, unfortunately. However, you can located her on the Erin Hunter Community, also known as the Warrior Cats Forums. She is a very talented writer and has many stories there as well that you can check out if you are interested.

I do not own Mad Father, I do not own Warriors, and I do not own anything written by Sparrowfeather1. I have her permission to post this story on this site.

Preface

I know my father's secret.

I know what he does down in that pit.

I hear the screams.

Ever since I was a kit, I knew what he was doing. Mother, Father, and I lived in a series of caves that tunneled underneath a magnificent mountain. Father was a healer. Sick cats came to him, believing that he could make them better. However, the only thing my father could do was take away their pain… forever.

But sometimes, he didn't. Sometimes he let them live—let them suffer. I didn't know exactly what he was doing—what he was searching for with those… experiments, but I didn't care. He was my father, and when we ventured up from the pit with blood on his muzzle and claws, I pretended I didn't see. I feigned ignorance.

Because I loved Father.

My love was warranted—he was a great father. He gave me whatever I wanted. He looked after me; took care of me. He made sure I was fed and had shelter. He played with me. He loved me.

When I was little, Mother told me that Father was a difficult person to understand. She said that no matter what happened, I should never hate Father. I should always try to be understanding about his… passion. And I promised her that I would.

I thought that I could never hate Father. I thought that I could understand his actions.

But my ignorance was too true—it ran too deep. I heard the screams, but I did not know the extent of his madness. And when I found out, it was already too late.

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