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Father stood, slouched over the table as he sorted through paper after paper of possible donors and recently deceased as the cold sweat beaded upon his forehead. The air vents above were merciless with the draft that chilled him to the very bone, but the hospital above his basement home could provide little heat. Then again, that was for the best since his... 'daughter' was still only in her begining stages. She stood upon the tile floor, almost completely nude in the empty room with only her long hair to cover her darkening skin. The warm blood that pulsed through her veins would soon run cold without the proper 'donations' to keep her incomplete body running.

"...F-father... I... I am cold..."

"Yes, yes, my sweet," the old man hushed the girl as he fumbled with the various viles in his efforts to find the morphine, hoping to numb her to the pain she would soon feel. "I will have you fixed in no time at all."

"...F-father... I... I am cold...empty..."

"Yes, yes, my sweet..." he replied slower this time. "That is something I will never be able to fix... That... you will have to fix on your own, eventually..."

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Think the fleshy, female tinman and you have Mimiko. I messed with Photoshop and thought that I might as well post this. Note her eyes and a lacking of one arm. She's not a zombie, rather just not fully assembled yet. Creepy, yes? Oh, and she has no eyes at this point. ^^ Morbid, but still, she's hot. You know she is.

Description
Father stood, slouched over the table as he sorted through paper after paper of possible donors and recently deceased as the cold sweat beaded upon his forehead. The air vents above were merciless with the draft that chilled him to the very bone, but the hospital above his basement home could provide little heat. Then again, that was for the best since his... 'daughter' was still only in her begining stages. She stood upon the tile floor, almost completely nude in the empty room with only her long hair to cover her darkening skin. The warm blood that pulsed through her veins would soon run cold without the proper 'donations' to keep her incomplete body running.

"...F-father... I... I am cold..."

"Yes, yes, my sweet," the old man hushed the girl as he fumbled with the various viles in his efforts to find the morphine, hoping to numb her to the pain she would soon feel. "I will have you fixed in no time at all."

"...F-father... I... I am cold...empty..."

"Yes, yes, my sweet..." he replied slower this time. "That is something I will never be able to fix... That... you will have to fix on your own, eventually..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Think the fleshy, female tinman and you have Mimiko. I messed with Photoshop and thought that I might as well post this. Note her eyes and a lacking of one arm. She's not a zombie, rather just not fully assembled yet. Creepy, yes? Oh, and she has no eyes at this point. ^^ Morbid, but still, she's hot. You know she is.