A repost from my Tumblr. Here's a little one shot I felt inclined to write the moment I figured out what happens to Aya in the true ending. So this is a HUGE spoiler to those who never played the game and completed the that ending.

I consider the ending where Aya escapes the mansion as the true ending, because we see the true effect of the house and the curse there. After seeing what happens to Aya and how she takes over her father's work, and remembering she made a certain promise with Dio, I felt inclined to write this little one shot dedicated to those two aspects.

I feel tempted to write a short, multi-chapter story dedicated to Aya and Dio, but don't expect it to be all happy and cute. Just as how I intended to make this fic twisted, the idea I have for Aya and Dio is pretty twisted in its own way too. But if you can enjoy this one shot, then you might enjoy what I have in mind too. IF I complete it… I'm not sure if I will as I have loads of other fics on my plate too!

But here's my little offering to the Mad Father fandom. Mad Father is awesome, and it's great to see such games have an amazing following!

She remembers them.

She remembers each and every person that came into the Drevis Clinic, just as she remembers the people she encountered back in the mansion she used to live in. While she remembers them out of a promise she made, it is mostly because her mind is fixated on them.

Their hands, their arms, their hair, their legs, their torso, their necks, their faces…

Their eyes…

Aya carefully places her latest doll in the basement, with the help of Maria of course. Maria helps to keep the basement tidy, as Aya's collection of dolls chave been growing lately as word began to spread about the clinic. She placed the latest one on a pedestal, next to the last dolls she made that looked like the exact replica of the little blonde girl and her mother she encountered in the old mansion. She placed them, holding each other in a loving embrace, a tribute to how she remembers them. A reflection of her own feelings for her mother as well.

Looking at the dolls again, she was proud to have successfully completed that particular project. It took a while, but it was worth it. Below the pedestal of the two dolls were a list of names… the people who "contributed" to this wonderful project of hers. After all, they would want to be remembered as well…

Settling her current doll in place, Maria asked if she would like to prepare her tribute to this doll as well. Aya smiled. Maria was so helpful, so understanding… she could not ask for a more perfect assistant. It's no wonder her father was infatuated with her.

"Yes, Maria, fetch the pen and paper for me," said Aya. "You can carve the names I've written on the plank tomorrow. It's almost dark and we need to prepare dinner soon."

Maria bowed and in a few minutes, brought the pen and paper Aya requested. She also pulled out a chair for Aya to sit on in front of her latest doll. Aya liked to do this as she listed down her "contributors", as she remembers how they have "contributed" to this fine creation.

"Let's see… the legs and arms are from Sarah," she scribbled down as she observed the doll. "The body is from Amelia. Yes, her head was beautiful as well, wasn't it? I must see what I can do with that. But this head is from Regina! I do love her red hair… it almost seems to burn. It's such a pity I have to keep you here in the basement, that hair looks beautiful under the sunlight. Now let's see… could there be anyone I have missed?

Oh yes! Of course…" Aya smiled gently as she looked at the doll's face. "The eyes were graciously given…

… by Jean."