Not a happy paste.

	You all say that you want monstergirl daughterus, but you don't know what it's like to raise one.

	I've been happily married to my Scylla wife for about four years, and we finally decided to have a child. Being a monster, her child developed rather quickly, and when she gave birth, that poor child came out with malformed arms, and shriveled tentacles. The doctor said that this was a highly lethal condition, and that he'd have to take off her limbs if we wanted to keep her alive. I couldn't say 'no'.

	Thankfully, she managed to survive the operation, and my wife finally thought of a name for her. "Emily". Emily was the most adorable damn thing I have ever laid eyes upon. Her arms were stubby, and her legs looked like miniature sausages. She wriggled, tossed and turned in her mothers arms, trying to get comfortable. When she opened her eyes for the first time,  she looked directly at me, pointed one of her little weenie-legs in my direction, and mumbled "Baba". There was something in her voice that made my eyes water with joy.

	Emily grew up pretty quickly. My wife wanted to take her on her first swim, so we drove out to the beach. When we finally got there, Emily asked me, "Daddy, is this where you met Mommy?"

	In reality, I met my wife on a dating website, but I decided to play along. My wife smiled, and told Emily that she could meet a man like her dad if she learned how to swim. I wish I could show you the eager look on Emily's face as her mother set her down in the water. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't get her little nubs to propel her through the water. So, like any good father, I gave her a helping hand. When we were finally done playing, she asked me a question that made my heart sink.

	"Daddy, when can I swim on my own?"

	The thing about Scyllas is that, unlike their animal cousins, they don't have the ability to regenerate missing limbs. But, I couldn't tell her that. Instead, I told her that she had to grow a little more before she could swim.

	Years passed, and Emily hadn't grown an inch. Somehow, she managed to remain hopeful in her ignorance. Our family was so close that it was almost cheesy, in a way. My wife and I didn't mind all of the work that went into taking care of her, and she didn't seem to care about being dependent on us. At least, that's what I thought.

	One day, I she stopped me while I was passing by her room. Once again, she asked me a question that made my heart fall through my gut.

	"Daddy, I'm never going to grow, am I?"

	I couldn't spit out an answer, so I let my silence do the talking. She broke into tears, wailing that she'd never fall in love, or swim. She'd never live the life of a normal girl. She said that she hated me, that she never wanted to talk to me again.

	For some reason, I thought that she'd get over it. I guess I was desperate. After that day, she refused to acknowledge my presence. She had convinced herself that humans were nothing more than a race of highly intelligent liars, and called my wife a fool for falling in love with me.

	From that day forward, I dedicated my life to proving her wrong. I, as a representative for the human race, would restore this poor girl's faith in mankind, no matter what. I decided to start working on a special gift for her: A working set of legs. At the time, I didn't know anything about prosthetic limbs, so I came in contact with the head doctor of the hospital that saved Emily's life. He directed me toward Mr. Gomez, a highly skilled craftsman of artificial limbs. Mr. Gomez had never worked with a Scylla before, so he happily agreed to work together with me on a prototype in his spare time. After one year, we had a semi-functional prototype. The prosthetic was incapable of swimming, and they handled like a spider's legs, which would feel unnatural for a Scylla. That's when Mr. Gomez asked me, 'So, are you gonna give this to her?'

	I refused. We had plenty of time to perfect this creation, why spoil the surprise?

	That's when something unexpected happened. Emily grew ill, and had to be hospitalized. She would be in intensive care for the next few weeks, unconscious. The doctor told me that her condition was critical, and that she might not make it. Left with no time to waste, I immediately got back to work on the prosthetic with Mr. Gomez. I worked many sleepless nights on a new, more improved prototype, one that would help Emily walk her way out of that hospital. When the new prototype was finished, I rushed to the hospital with it in hand.

	I was too late. Shortly after arriving at the ICU, the doctor brought me the bad news. I collapsed on top of him, bathing in the burning tears of my failure. I regained my composure, only to lose it again upon seeing her corpse. Holding her in my arms, I bid farewell, and laid her to rest. I emerged from the ICU, only to hear excited cries next door. I stopped by to see what the commotion was.

	Miraculously, a newborn Scylla had survived a highly-fatal birth defect, the same one Emily had. Her father was holding her in his arms, smiling. I approached him, and presented the prototype to him. He gave me a confused look, and asked me what it was. I gave him a question in response.

	"Well, your daughter will want to swim one day, won't she?"

	With that, the father smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I guess she will."