Old Doll

"Father... what are you doing?!" The girl screamed in horror, as immense pain engulfed her left leg. A shaky cry of pain left her lips. Blood pooled around her leg, and soon enough, covering the whole area around her. Her sobs came to a stop. Her eyes left half opened, and lips forming a thin line.

The man towered above her, and whispered,

"Preserving you, my precious doll. You must live longer."

[•]

Snaps and flashes of camera, along with constant questions thrown by the press was heard by Weiss Guertena. A smile shaped his lips as he placed his hand over his latest masterpiece.

"Mr. Guertena, what is the name of this beautiful creation?"

His smile only broadened, as if proud of it. He gave all he got here, and he could almost feel his life force slowly coming to a close. But nevertheless, he continued pouring his heart to all his creations. Especially for his precious daughter.

"[Name]. Her name is [Name]."

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Inspired by Mad Father's bad end.

Garry (from Ib) x Reader.