Authors Note: So even though her theme song music creeps me out and I cannot actually stand to watch my friend play the game without many, many, many lights on in the house the TV on mute and Idina Menzel music to tone things down, I just love Daniella.

I also like the idea of Fiona and Daniella, weather this is just the yurishipper in me or not, I cannot resist. Also, I've never actually written anything for anyone without emotion. Which, is also why this is a tiny bit OOC, and also my very first ever Haunting Ground fic.

I also wondered what it would have been like if the humanness in Fiona had kicked in when she saw Dani getting beat up. I mean, really if I saw someone get beaten up I would honestly hit the bastard in the head with a crowbar and call the cops... ahem

According to what I know, she didn't know that Daniella couldn't feel pain yet, so yeah I always wondered about that. I also challenge anyone who reads this fic and writes Haunting Ground fanfiction to try the idea of Fiona stepping in out for yourself. Love to see what you come up with.

I do not know why that girl, the miss, did what she did.

I do not understand it.

I cannot comprehend the foolishness of it.

And to think, it all started so simply.

"Where is he?!" Riccardo had shrieked at me.

I had not bothered to answer him. He was not my master; he was just a maddened clone.

I knew Miss Fiona was watching through the keyhole, but I did not concern myself with it, or rather, I lacked the ability to.

He had walked over to me, and I looked up at him, as one should when being addressed.

He raised his hand and struck me hard. My head jerked from the force, but I did not feel pain.

He knew I did not feel pain, nor pleasure, and yet he continued to strike me as if I would somehow submit to his silly interrogation, the fool.

This, however, is not what I cannot understand. What I cannot understand, is what happened next.

The door had swung open just as the man was about to strike again, and the miss let out a horrified yell.

"Stop!" she cried. "Please stop it."

Then, she looked confused and terrified, and she shrank back. I am not sure what went through her mind, or happened to her determination after that, but she began to stammer and shudder as if it was freezing in the room.

But… strangely… seeing her in that way, pleading for him to stop, caused something within my body to twitch.

Why should she care if he strikes me or not?

Why would she barge into the room and demand him pause?

Why should this foolish girl's action cause such a reaction within me?

This twinge... of something... in me.

This is what confuses me, and what makes my insides… twist… for the first time.

Is this what it is like to feel?