His most precious...

Sweet S E R I A L killer You know [ I love you ] ..just a little too much. ✘;; Independent roleplay for Aya Drevis from the horror RPG, "Mad Father."

[ayasprotector-blog]

“I promise you’ll be able to save him, mistress Aya. But you need to rest, even if only a little while, mistress. Please.” He gently placed her down again on the sandbag, stroking her hair like her mother used to. “Please, mistress…”

[maddaughter-blog]

As determined as she was.. his promise felt sincere to her. She could rest now, and save father in just a little bit.. just a little rest as was all she needed.. 5 minutes, at best. "P-Please.. don't forget to wake me up soon..!" Aya shifted atop the sandbag, trying to get comfortable, her eyelids fluttering between open and shut. "Don't.. forget to wake me up.."

[impossible-miracle-blog]

A purse of his lips and those dark orbs widen—she lives here! This little girl really lives in this place! Although something of shame overcame his body from being older and much more scared, he thought of it not—perhaps strange things happened on a daily basis here, such as strangers appearing out of the blue, like now? However, he could only hope it didn’t turn out like the day in the Gallery—creepy dolls, live statues, and sudden scares were enough for him; it was no wonder he was so frightened. He was sure that day was filled with enough scares to last him a lifetime. Though, as he glanced nervously about the corridor once more, he was sure he’d get a few more scares. “H-Help might be.. a want, yes.” More hesitant speaking and he felt his muscles relax bit by bit. Garry averted his gaze downward as he nodded. “No.. I don’t know how I came about here.” A pause and he blinked. “My.. my name’s Garry. It’s.. a pleasure to meet you too.. I think—”

[maddaughter-blog]

Something about this man was very amusing for her, as he appeared to be on the brink of shrieking. Was her home that terrifying? She didn't think so, but that could be because she was used to it. "I'll help you then--you want out of here, don't you, Garry? The front door is just down that way!" Aya gestured down the candle-lit hallway with her index finger, before she moved past him and motioned for him to follow behind. How long had he been wandering about the mansion anyways? Not for too long, at her guess. Not long enough to come across her father, who would have surely taken him to his lab had he been caught. But long enough to get lost? "Garry?" Aya mused with a faint hum as she stepped lightly past a few various doors. "Where are you from?" She glanced over her shoulder, a small smile still playing at her features.

[maddaughter-blog]

--; rose-of-life

Such a little girl.. presumably younger than Aya at that..! Was she one of her father's experiments too?! But she was just a kid.. "W-Who are you?! What are you?!" Came the female's squeak, oceanic optics widening slightly. She had no visible wounds on her body, but for all Aya knew, they could be underneath her clothes.. which were surprisingly clean. No tears, no scratches--she looked too normal.

[maddaughter-blog]

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[maddaughter-blog]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"I don't really remember which one is my earliest.. but I do remember my happiest memory.. it was about four years ago.. father took me outside, together with mother..! And we.. all three of us.. spent the whole afternoon laughing and having fun.. it was so nice.."

[ayasprotector-blog]

Sighing in relief, Dio held her hand. "You must rest, mistress Aya. We'll be safe here, I assure you. Nothing can harm you. You need some sleep..."

[maddaughter-blog]

"No! I can't..! I have to save father! I can't stay here!" Aya protested, shakily trying to lift herself onto her feet, shaking her head all the while. How could she even think of rest when her father was in danger?!

[paintersdaughter-blog]

It was so nice to be able to converse with someone! Day by day she watched humans explore the gallery, close enough to see them but far enough away that she could not make contact with them. It was so lonely.. so very lonely for a young girl. She only wanted a friend.  A-ha! This girl, she would be her friend, wouldn’t she? Barely being able to contain her excitement a light giggle passed her lips. Steps were made to advance forward, holding out her hand in front of her as she had seen people in the gallery do to greet each other.  ”Ayaaaa~ Aya,” What an odd name, but fun to say nonetheless.

“I’m Mary~ It’s nice to meet you, Aya!” The other seemed on edge. Mary wasn’t used to someone not taking her greeting right away. Ib was naive in that light. Ib.. where was she now? No matter.. she had found a new friend. One that wouldn’t betray her. “Saaaay, where are we, Aya? This place is kind of dark.. Eve doesn’t like the dark!” Childishly protruding her lower lip the female held the doll out in front of her. Since she had left the fabricated world Eve wouldn’t talk to her anymore.. She had no power over this world. She was simply a painting without a canvas. 

[maddaughter-blog]

Even if it was against her father's wishes, Aya was hopeful that this girl truly wasn't a test subject, and someone she could befriend without any consequences. But to do that, whether this girl was a subject or not, Aya would need to hide her.. but that would be going against her father.. could she do that? Was she even capable of such a thing? Father was all that she had.. she loved him more than anyone else. Could she do such a thing for the sake of protecting a possible friend? Her first friend. God, she wanted one so badly. Father is busy anyway.. and he rarely comes into my room.. maybe if I take her there, we could play..! Aya beamed just thinking about the fun they could have playing dolls, dress-up, and things of that nature. That's what girls their age did together, right? She didn't really know, but.. she could find out! Together with this girl! With.. Mary.. . "Y-Yes, that's me.." Her smile brightened, and before she knew it, she was grinning from ear to ear, soft peals of giggles spilling past her lips. "It's nice to meet you too, Mary!" How.. wonderful this feeling was. The light atmosphere, the laughter and happiness.. she hadn't felt this happy since her mother died..

Aya lowered her head, rosy blush adorning her features in nervousness, unsure of how to go about asking if the other wanted to stay with her. "We're at my home! This is the Drevis residence..! Ah, but.. who is Eve? Is she a friend of yours..?" She paused, bright blue optics returning to the doll within the others arms. It almost felt like the doll had a life of its own.. like her fathers dolls.. but different, somehow. "Mary.. do you.." Aya began, fingers idly playing with her pendent to distract herself. ".. do you want to play with me? I-I have toys in my room..! And books.. and you can meet my rabbit, Snowball..!"

[maddaughter-blog]

wow skype way to be rude, i'm trying to add a contact here

[ayasprotector-blog]

Blinking, he turned-- shit, she was being chased...! Picking her up, he ran off, managing to lose them and hide in a small room.

"Are you hurt? Are you alright? Aya, mistress, speak to me." Dio looked worried, biting his lip.

[maddaughter-blog]

Crouching down beside the blond, Aya sniffled, pulling her knees up to her chest with. "I.." They were everywhere, those corpses, those people her father experimented on.. they all wanted her father did, some even wanted her dead, so why was this one, this boy who was also a part of the curse, so concerned over her? "I'm okay.."

[daughterslove-blog]

” I’m Aya Drevis! But..How are there two of us!? Could this be part of the curse too? ” She said, uneasiness notable in her voice, her walking halting. ” Maybe with two of us , We could save Father quicker! ” Oh idea idea.

[maddaughter-blog]

"No! I'm Aya Drevis! T-There's only one me! You can't be me! H-How, why--" Part of the curse? That.. did seem plausible, but why would the curse bring forth a clone of herself? "I--m-my head hurts.."

[maddaughter-blog]

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[daughterslove-blog]

What was going on here? Was this— Father’s experiment?! ” Y-You’re just an experiment — aren’t you?! Does that mean..Father’s going to kill me!? ” Her fear and panic sunk in, taking steps back away from the look-alike.

[maddaughter-blog]

"I'm not an experiment!" Came the female's shriek, pure confusion expressed by the furrowing of her brows. "What are you talking about?! F-Father wouldn't kill me..! O-Or you..! Father's a good person! What are you?!"

[maddaughter-blog]

--; ayasprotector 

There's no way this was happening, it just couldn't be--a curse?! Placed on the mansion by her own mother of all people, it just couldn't be true,--there couldn't be reanimated corpses chasing after her, nor living, breathing dolls. Panting for breath, Aya turned down the corners of various hallways, only to be faced with the backside of a familiar person. At least, it looked like him, judging by his clothing. But hadn't Maria.. killed him? Could he even be killed? He was already dead. Should she even confront him? At this point, it didn't seem like she had much of a choice, with two corpses gradually gaining on her. You..! Please--help me!

[maddaughter-blog]

--; daughterslove

Her face.. that was her face.. staring back at her! A mirror? No.. there was no mirror in this part of the hallway.. in any part of the hallway, if memory served.. so how.. "N-No! Who are you?! Why do you have my face?! Eek, stay away from me!"

[impossible-miracle-blog]

W-What a strange place to have.. come to—!

The male knew he already had his fair share of frights and disturbing things; yet still he happened to wander upon this place. Garry didn’t know which was worse—the images flashing through his eyes, or maybe the mere sight of the corridors as well as the— Hold on a moment. A blink of his dark orbs and he looked down—down.. and down again; only for his sight to come to a small girl. “Ah,” was voiced out, and surprisingly enough, he didn’t sound as frightened as he felt. What’s a little girl doing here? Don’t tell me she.. lives in this place! Here, he inhaled deeply, just now noting the curious look on her face. H-How rude of me! Quickly, he responded. “Y-Yes, I am very lost.”

[maddaughter-blog]

Regardless of the tone of his voice, which was indeed calm and collected, his face gave away every bit of fear she was sure he was feeling. That was  natural. This mansion, to some--could be very intimidating. It was large, and ominous, but.. it was home to her. A broken home, since her mother was gone, but a home nevertheless. At his stutter, the female giggled softly, hands folding in front of her body. "Do you.. want some help?" That is, if he wasn't one of her father's subjects. If he was, she would have led him right into her father's lab, just as she knew he would want. But this wasn't one of his subjects. This was just a strange man, with a friendly air to him. "Do you even know how you got here? Ah, but I.. guess that doesn't matter.. my name is Aya.. it's a pleasure to meet you!"

[paintersdaughter-blog]

Strange.. this house was so strange. The carpets looked neglected as dust rose from them with every step the small girl took. Almost like they didn’t have someone to care for them anymore.. or rather someone didn’t care enough to. But either way, she was ecstatic to have finally been able to escape the fabricated world, and take one of her ‘friends’ with her. Hearing the distance click of heels the girl rounded a corner, a hand placed to the white wall while the other clutched a blue doll with frightening features to her chest. From that corner she came face to face with a female. Perhaps she was even of Mary’s age. Bright eyes seemingly sparkled as her mouth gaped open. Finally! Someone real !

“Ah! …Hello!”

[maddaughter-blog]

It was difficult to tell from a distance, but up close, there no questioning how pretty the other was.. and did Aya's eyes deceive her, or were they around the same age? Perhaps.. this was her chance to make a true friend. Her first real friend besides her beloved rabbit, Snowball. But if this was one of her father's test subjects, and Aya befriended her, would her father scold her for it? She didn't want that.. but..

I suppose.. it can't hurt to chat a little..

Previously concerned features quickly changed to a shy smile as Aya's gaze shifted down to the doll tangled between the other's arms. What an eerie smile. vastly different from the gorgeous dolls scattered throughout her home.. but Aya couldn't have cared less. In fact, it was nice to see something new.

"Hello.. I'm Aya. What's your name?"

[maddaughter-blog]

--; impossible-miracle

Wow.. he's really tall..! Maybe even taller than father..

"Um.. mister? Are you lost?" It sure seemed like it. Was he one of her father's 'guests'? No.. probably not.. last she checked, her father was busy with other matters in his laboratory.. still, he looked nervous, scared even--but why? Did he escape her father's clutches? That couldn't be true.. father never let his subjects escape.. did he just wander inside by accident?