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“Daddy?” A small voice peeped up, the high pitched voice belonged to a small girl, her eyes large staring up at the closed door to her fathers office. She knocked on the door again, her older brothers arguing again; at least her eldest one was arguing with his little brother. She didn’t like to hang out with the boys, they scared her. She clung on to her fathers arm constantly and when he was shut his door the young girl broke. Finally a tired grumble could be heard from behind the door, her head perked up.
“Elizabeth, I am working. What do you want.” The girl heard her fathers steps before opening the door, he was tall, especially compared to his young daughter. The moment the door opened the small girl wrapped her arms around his leg.
“Daddy!” She giggled up at him, peeking behind into his office. She seen sharp objects like wrenches and metal scraps. “What are you working on?” Curiosity peaked as she let go taking a step.
“Elizabeth.” Her father’s stern tone added to her feeling him grab her collar left the impression he didn’t want to her to go in. That only made her more determined to enter. “ It's Daddy's important business. Go play with the new dolls I got you. The ones you requested after school yesterday? You do really want them, Right?” He was kneeling down to face his daughter, Elizabeth’s eyes wandered around, now facing back to the hallway trying to refuse eye contact with her father. She never liked his stern tone.
“I mean.. Yea! I love them so much.. I just was hoping you would play with me! They never ever wanna play with me they only like playing with nerf guns.” Elizabeth whined to her father about reference. He sighed giving her a small pat.
“How about this, grab me one of your favorite drawings..” Elizabeth’s eyes lit up. A mix of excitement and curiosity. It was surprising that she didn’t trip on her feet as she ran down the stairs and grabbed a drawing of a clown. She gave her red hair just like Elizabeth had and the same emerald hair. She quickly ran up the stairs with her crayon drawing.
“Got it Daddy!” She proudly displayed it to her father, he chuckled ruffling her hair as he took the drawing into the office. Elizabeth stayed in the doorway, straining her neck to see what he was doing. He was quickly writing she believed.
“Now you will let me do my work?” He asked with a grin, Elizabeth was still as confused as ever. That's when he showed her what he just did. “There, this one shall be your little..” Elizabeth perked up.
“Clown! You are making me my own robot?” She asked excitedly and her father nodded with a grin. Before gesturing her towards the door. Elizabeth excitedly left, skipping out. Her thoughts filled with her new toy that her own father will make her.
Alone the mechanic grinned at his daughter's scribbles of a clown. With a bit adjusting it would be perfect. And when his Elizabeth got older she will be able to know the purpose of this. He blew up a balloon, and put a box in front of it. With the press of a button on a remote he held the machine opened revealing a large scoop, wrench like object. Grabbing the balloon. Popping it while it dragged the remains inside of it. The father hummed, this could go in the new robot. His perfect bloodlust machine.