Author's Note: This is a more loose follow through of Mad Father. I will be adding plenty more detail to it to make it more of a story. Enjoy!


Aya crept through the basement corridor, her little heels making soft click clacking sounds against the stone floors. She approached a wooden door, and knocked.

"Father?"

When there was no obvious response she knocked again, this time a bit louder. In response, a tall man with oval shaped glasses and a lab coat opened the door. "Aya, what have I told you about coming down here?" he said quickly, almost forcefully.

Aya jumped back at the tone, then cowered slightly.

"I know Father...but I'm scared to sleep alone." she said in a timid, small voice.

"Oh Aya...you are never alone. Your mother is always by your side, whether you notice it or not," Father assured, smiling slightly to prove his point further, "Now please, go back to bed. I'll be going soon as well."

Aya turned to leave, taking a few steps before stopping.

"You do know what tomorrow is-" She started slowly. "Yes. The anniversary of her death. We will visit her grave tomorrow Aya. Go to sleep" Father cut her off, his tone going from soft to cold in mere seconds.

Father stepped back into the room, closing the door behind me. Aya started to walk.

"NO PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! SOMEBODY! HEEEEELLLPPPP!"

Aya stopped for a moment.

Soon these pleas were cut off by the revving of a chainsaw.

And Aya continued.


I know a secret...about what Father does.

He does love his research, spends hours and hours locked up in that basement.

He doesn't really know that i know...which is why it is a secret.

No matter how hard he tried, i could still hear the screams.

Animal and human screams alike.

I know what he does...ever since a young age I have.

I'm just really good at pretending I don't.

But I also know another secret.

When me and Mommy weren't around, he and Maria...


"That'll do Maria, it's a fine sample really."

"I'll dispose of the materials."

"That can wait, come Maria."

Maria walked toward Doctor, smiling a sweet smile.

Doctor grabbed Maria by her waist, pulling her close to him in a tight embrace.

Maria accepted the embrace, looking up at him with her dark, cat like eyes.

"She's aware...of our relationship." Maria stated, some worry clouding her eyes.

"Hmm? What does it matter?"

"The matter is I don't think she's very fond of me..."

The Doctor considered this,"Well it is rather difficult, isn't it? She's growing up, almost eleven. Such a troublesome age. Even so Maria, keep her safe. Make sure she is never harmed. She, is my most precious."

Maria nodded, remembering how much the Doctor adored his little girl.

The Doctor leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, and as he did, a womanly figure flashed behind him, staring at Maria.

"Now Maria...go dispose of the material." the Doctor said, pulling back from his lover.

Maria nodded, tidying up what she could and exiting the room.


The clock chimed twelve, and Aya shifted uncomfortably.

"Today's the day Mom went to Heaven." she whispered to herself, "Ugh...I can never sleep when i think about her..."

Aya slid out of her bed, walking to a picture frame, which held her beautiful, and deceased, mother.

Her mother had brown hair,soft eyes, a caring smile and an excellent bodice, a perfect definition of Beauty in all other things.

"What should I do Mom...I really do love father...but I hate her. She scares me. Always stares at me with those deep eyes. But I know how much father adores her...if they were to get married, that would make her my new mom. But I don't want a new mom. There is only one in this whole, wide world for me. Mom? Why did you have to go?" Aya whispered, choking out the last little bit.

She crept through her room more, before setting her eyes on a doll. She stared at it, closing her eyes to remember the time she had gotten the now worn and old doll


"I brought you a present Aya!" Father said, smiling as he held a doll to his daughter, who took it excitedly.

"I love it! Thank you, Father!" Aya said sweetly, cuddling the object."It's so pretty.." Wow! It looks so real...


She smiled at the memory, before heading to the book case. Her eyes caught a specific book...

"The Red Eyed Stranger"

As she pulled it from the shelf, something fell to the floor with a soft clank. Her eyes averted to the object, seeing it sparkle and shimmer.

She knelt down, picking it up.

It was a gem.

She simply slipped it into her pocket.

All of a sudden, she felt a brush of cold, harsh air. She jumped, almost yelping, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden? I'm scared...I'm going back to bed."

She crawled into bed quickly, not bothering to pull the covers over her.


Aya hummed softly, her back to her father.

They were in a field, and her father seemed to be working intently on something.

"You sing so well Aya!" he commented, smiling contently.

"Would you look this way, Father?" she asked sweetly.

"Give me only a moment..." Her father said, "Just put this here...It's finished!"

His steady hands placed a crown of weaved flowers on top his daughter's head.

"A flower crown? Does it look good?" she asked.

Her father nodded, "Yes, it suits you well"

Aya smiled and nodded happily and the response, thanking her father.

His face darkened and he whispered sorrowfully, "I'm sorry I don't get to play with you more often.."

Aya turned to him, smiling still as always, "Father...It's okay! You're here now!"

As she said this, her mother, Monika, walked toward the two.

"Oh my! Were you two playing?" She asked, giggling at the sight of the two.

"Mom! Look! Father made me a flower crown!" Aya said, as she hugged her mom.

"I see! It looks great on you, Aya! Have you two been playing all day?"

Aya nodded excitedly, turning to Father, "We should do this again Father!"

Her Father nodded, "And next time...you're mother should join in."

Monika's eyes lit up, "I look forward to it!"

And with the words, she started to cough and wheeze.

"Mom!" Aya yelled in concern, as her mother tried to tell her she was indeed fine, as more coughing erupted from her mouth.

"Monika, Don't push yourself if you aren't feeling well! Come, get some medicine from Maria!" Father said, his voice filled to the brim with concern.

"No! I can...I can get that myself." She snapped, her voice filled with annoyance at the suggestion.

"Mom...are you alright?" the sweet little girl said, looking up at her mother.

"Yes...yes i'm fine...I'm sorry to worry everyone. Don't be so anxious for me, Okay? Aya...you're smile keeps me going the best!" Her mother said, smiling again. "If i can't see you smiling, it makes me worry!"

The girl nodded, opening her mouth to respond before closing it again, and smiling back.

"Now...let's get back for dinner!" Her mother chimed, "I made hamburger steak tonight, your favorite Aya!"

"Yay! I love mom's hamburgers! Don't you, Father?"

The almost silent man nodded, "Yes, i love them too."

We were so happy then...There was still Maria...but...even so...the three of us were a happy family. And then...Mom passed away...and then..


And with that, Aya's dream was shattered by a manly scream coming from the basement.