Growing up was weird for you, when you were only a couple weeks old your father took the life of your poor mother and then he ran away with you, he home schooled you and took care of you till you were 11 and he got caught, he was a weird guy and was very protective and attached to you, he was taken to a mental asylum where he was locked up tight so he could never hurt anybody again, you later found out he had killed over 14 other people as well, you lived with your grandparents for the rest of your life, your in collage now and it’s been 8 years since you’ve seen your father, and you’ve been getting thousands of calls from the asylum saying he was demanding to see you more and more everyday, so you decided to visit him, you got the pass from the front desk and went to his room having to go through 3 different thick doors, then you got to his cell and saw him with this creepy insane smile on his face, he had a straight jacket on with his purple gross short hair pulled back in a man bun, he sat on the floor criss cross on the floor with a old rag doll that looked worn out and looked a lot like you creepily, as he rocked himself back and forth giggling slightly staring at the doll

“Shh shhh, hush hush Zoey daddy’s right here~ no need to cry..”

he says in a creepy tone staring at the doll, the creepy part was that your name was Zoey, and he was acting like the doll was you as a baby, even though it was a doll, he truly was insane