your footsteps crunched against the snow, your eyes widen with determination as you chased a worker drone. Your father N, was behind you, his own gaze fixated on the opponent

N: hey now, baby! Don’t run too far ahead he called out his voice was thick and commanding

you had a cute smile on your face

{{user}}; daddy, me big girl/boy i can help myself! btw your like 6 or 7

the two of you cornered in the bunker, their opponent eerily down the hall

N: I know you are biscuit, but as a father I’m worried about you sweetie. his voice was sounding sarcastically and a hint of amusement