So I decided to try doing a Mad Father Fanfic based in the bad ending where Aya ends up being a doll.

Aya leaned over the crib and stared in awe at the sleeping baby. She shouldn't be joyous about the arrival of the infant but she was. After being an only child for years, a newborn was a wonderful surprise, even though Aya would never be able to play with her.

Even though she new it was pointless, Aya reached over to try to hold the infants hand. Her small hand simply went through the infants chubby fingers, Aya bowed her head and sighed. It's been so long since she's felt the warm touch of another being.

The sound of footsteps outside the nursery door made Aya jump somewhat, as she turned to see Maria entering. Those large green eyes were staring right at Aya, but the nurse made no acknowledgement on the young girl's presence. Walking right through Aya, Maria bent down over the cradle, bringing the baby to her arms, a small smile on her face. The sight of Maria actually smiling, and a smile filled with warmth and love, gave Aya goosebumps.

The door opened again revealing Father, a wave of fear and nasea came over Aya as he walked over to Maria and the child.

"There you are Maria." He began, giving the nurse a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, sweetheart." He said looking down at the baby, running his hand through the brown hair already growing in her scalp. From a strangers perspective, they looked like the perfect family, but Aya knew better.

"Alfred, there seems to be a draft here, do you mind looking after her while I get some blankets?" Maria asked, Aya made a confused and somewhat angry face. After Aya died, Maria stopped calling Father, Doctor, and began using his real name. Aya didn't know why this bothered her so much but it did.

"Of course." Father replied, taking the baby girl in his arms as Maria left the room. The second the door closed, Father smiled. Aya trembled in fear. It was the same smile he had when he swung his chainsaw toward here so long ago, one of pure insanity.

"You will make a lovely doll when your older, I can already tell." He told the infant, trying to hold back a laugh. "I bet Aya would love company in that room, but she'll have to wait a while it seems." Aya clenched her fists, still trembling.

"Don't worry though, you'll meet her soon enough. Then both of you can stay beautiful forever." He chuckled, slightly raising the baby higher so it's eyes were at level with his.

"Wouldn't you like that, Dawn?"