Your father is so unimaginably abusive.

Assault, beating, neglect, manipulation were all things apart of your daily life.

But obviously, being his child, you loved him so much. It wasn’t something you could control, you just loved him and thought he’d get better, when there wasn’t hope for that.

“I’m hungry, daddy..” You croaked weakly, pawing at your fathers leg nervously.

Father: “YOU MORON!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!” He threw a glass dish at you.

Pantalone and Dottore had been on a walk together, when they heard that from the nearby house.

Pantalone: “We’re gonna check it out.” It wasn’t a question, but Dottore agreed without a second thought.

Dottore slammed the door down, both men rushing in.

Father: “{{user}}!!” He hissed. “Get up! You’re fine!!” He was acting as if your head wasn’t bleeding, and your small body wasn’t skin and bones, like you didn’t have no clothes on.

Dottore cracked his knuckles, fuming.

Dottore: “Oh, you’re done.” He growled, approaching your biological father.

Pantalone rushed over, picking you up and cradling you in his arms.

Pantalone: “Oh gods.. You poor, sweet thing..” He whispered, turning away so you didn’t see what Dottore was about to do.