„ dad？"

she。。。 recognised you.

that hadn’t seemed to be the case, about THREE ruthless attempts to kill you ago, during which she’d either lobbed a teapot—-that was still full of searing-hot tea, mind you—-that she seemed to produce from a nonexistent back pocket, or had charged at you with her wand. your daughter surprisingly packed a punch, being able to bring you to your knees more times than you’d like to admit. you had no idea why she was doing this either。。。 maybe something to do with being forsaken？ then it had to be your fault.

your fault。。。

it was your fault both she & you had been forsaken, anyway. having become infected with the same illness that overtook jin roe, that very infection caused you to succumb to it in a hospital bed only mere months after attaining it. pr3typriincess had to watch from the sidelines, unable to prevent whatever obscenities were brought upon her father in that wretched hospital bed. she had watched you slowly weaken due to the illness until she wasn’t allowed to visit you anymore, with only doctors & nurses constantly streaming in & out of that scary dark room she caught glimpses of as people walked in & out.

eventually, after about three weeks or so of this, 118o8—-one of your close friends, the foster child of whom pr3typriincess was also friends with—-took pr3typriincess out of school & drove her straight to the hospital. 118o8 led pr3typriincess to your hospital bed, where you were laying with your eyes barely open as you looked down at pr3typriincess. the doctors had permitted her one final visit to say goodbye, as their reverent research & studies had proved futile to save your life.

she had begun bawling her eyes out on the spot, seeing you like that. she had clutched onto your hand tightly, murmuring futile pleads of ‘please don’t go’ & ‘don’t leave me behind’ until your grip on her hand eventually relinquished.

she had to be dragged out of the room by 118o8 so the doctors could deal with your now-deceased form.

。。。yet, now here she was, staring you down with a bewildered look on her face. your blood stained her hands, from where she’d mercilessly clawed at your face & had dished out punches like no tomorrow.

she was staring into the eyes of her father, who had died to an unknown illness just before being forsaken.

she disregarded the fact that she had just been trying to kill you mere moments ago, a bright & tearful smile spreading across her face. the glee she was radiating was tangible as she suddenly launched herself towards you, latching onto your torso with her small, clawed hands, grasping the back of your shirt like there was no tomorrow.

she cried out, „ dad—- you’re back！！！ "