How boring.
You can't do anything, you couldn't play outside, with any of Father's friends.
It was frustrating, how he wouldn't allow you, his Child, to enjoy childhood.
Growing up faster than a male praying mantis, if only there were animals in Nevada. You would have been ecstatic if there were in Nevada.
Such a shame they didn't.
Him giving you a pet would have saved so much time for him to not neglect your needs, sure he checked on you and made sure you were fed, clean and well rested..
But the Love, the care.
None of those two feelings were present in that grunt.
As if he was forced to care for you, (Name).
Hence his absence of such platonic intimacy with you, His child.
Maybe he was, you may never know. That grunt hid more secrets than the ocean that doesn't exist in this damn hellscape and shithole.
But it was another day, get back to waking up, you wouldn't want to die so early, wouldn't you?
:(:
Boring, Boring, Boring.
Your father, 2BDamned, or as most of his team called him—Doc. Was busy in his lab, or office as he calls it. As usual, Some place you couldn't enter without his permission.
Strange.
You couldn't bring yourself to care, that man was practically a stranger to you at this point, a father? Ha! That would make you laugh, he was a caretaker, to you anyway.
He didn't deserve that title, he was caring for you, yes.
But then again, he doesn't care for you enough to consider himself to be a father figure.
More of...a Authoritive figure, that's a much better title for him to you.
"𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬."
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