Thread:HellishYardxxx/@comment-25393419-20141230184939

Once upon a time, there lived a rich, rich judge in a town with his daughter. She was the sole surviving member of his family and he loved her with all his heart. Being a respectable, or at least feared, member of the community, the man was able to acquire anything he wished for his darling girl. He dressed her in the finest clothes, insisted she have the greatest foods although she could not eat, and built an enormous mansion to house her. For a time, they were happy. However, when winter descended on the town, his daughter always grew dissatisfied and withdrawn. She would sit by the window for hours at a time, simply watching the snow fall and the other citizens of the town go about their daily business. The judge became concerned. Every year, he asked her, “What is wrong, Michelle? What do you want?” “My father, I want to know what love feels like,” she would say every year. And so the judge began to search for love to show his daughter. Some years he made her drawings. They were quite atrocious, but he meant well and she always smiled and hugged him when she received them. They looked something like this:

Other years he tossed the protesting chef out of the kitchen and tried to bake a cake for Michelle. One year he swapped the salt with the sugar. The next year he burned it. Two years later the judge tried to take it out of the oven without oven mitts, burned himself, and dropped the cake in confusion. Every year, Michelle would laugh at his woebegone attempts, hug him, and thank him. From then on, she would be happy until next winter. Yet one year, Michelle stopped her father before he could attempt to give her a present. “My father, this year I have a present for you. Won’t you take me on a trip into the woods?” The judge was startled. “It is very cold in the woods. There are animals as well. It is much too dangerous! I will never allow it.” The girl gave her father the sweetest look she could and begged, “Please? It is the greatest thing I desire.” After that, he could not object. They took a sweet cake with them for a picnic. The girl could not walk so she rode in her wheelchair. Her father pushed her along a bumpy path in the woods. The girl was serene, the man was frightened, staring at the shadows as if a monster would attack his precious child. Eventually, the two came upon a small cabin in the woods. It looked very old as if it had stood for hundreds of years. “Let’s go into the cabin for a picnic, my father,” Michelle requested. To the man’s alarm, there was already a small girl inside the cabin already. She was shivering, although from cold or fear the judge did not know. “Hello,” his daughter said gently. “We’re friends. We brought a picnic. Won’t you share it with us?” The shivering girl agreed and tentatively took a piece of cake. Upon discovering its  good taste, she ate ravenously, devouring multiple pieces at once. After eating her fill, she volunteered the information shyly, “My name is Nemesis. I didn’t have any friends before Mr. Ziz and Mother, but will you be my friends?” “We already are,” Michelle smiled. “We’ll come back next year too. See you soon, Nemesis!” As the father and his daughter made their way back through the woods, Michelle looked up at the judge and smiled. “My father, I think I know what love feels like now.” The man’s heart swelled with joy. It was the best present his daughter could have given him.

A year passed. A war began. A house burned. Within was the body of a father and his child. They were unable to visit the little house again. The Master of the Hellish Yard has no regrets. It is not in her nature to repent for the deeds she has done. She does not pay attention to the man buried in the pit. She has no need to pay attention to him. Yet once a year, the Master of the Hellish Yard cannot help but grow lonely in her dull and derelict home. She has no friends here but the skulls, so she begins to make a present. Once a year, the judge turns his ruined and weak eyes to the top of the pit where a present begins to fall. It is a long, slow, lonely fall to the bottom of the pit but whenever it lands, the judge receives it fully. It is a sweet cake, the only food he is given, and he loves it. It is the best present his daughter could give him.

P.S. I can't add an image without logging in, so consider Resi's Bed as a very bizarre reindeer. Ho ho ho. 