𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 | ᴅɴғ

Part 1; ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ

Phil Craft was a well known nobleman, through, he wasn't respected. None of Phil's son's were his biologically, he adopted all three.

His son's were Wilbur Craft, George Craft, and Tommy Craft. Phil was thankful he was blessed with three kind and loving sons.

Phil was to go on a trip for a friend of his, his friend was sick, hence why Phil was going. His son's met him in front of the door, before he left.

Phil smiled at his son's. "What would you like me to bring back for each?" Phil asked.

His oldest, Wilbur, requested, "A new guitar pick, please father."

Phil turned to his middle child. "A mushroom, a red and white one. If you can father. I would be fine without one." His middle, George requested.

He turned to his youngest. "A green bandana! Please father," Tommy, his youngest requested.

"I will try my best," Phil nodded his head. He bid his farewells to his son's and went on his way.

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Phil had gotten the other presents for his son's. Besides one, he hadn't come across a red mushroom yet. Phil eyes widened, he saw a garden which had the mushrooms he was looking for. Phil went over and picked a mushroom, he put it carefully in his bag.

Phil was about to head back, when a hand grabbed his arm and turned him around. Phil's eyes widened, in front of him was a killer, the killer was known around a decade ago. So this is where he resided, Phil thought.

"What do you think you're doing, taking my mushrooms?" The killer growled.

Phil was terrified. "Please let me go, I have three sons. I only took one, it's for my son. Please let me go," Phil pleaded.

The killer smirked, "Bring the one who asked of the mushroom here. He will repay what you owe."

Phil shook his head, "No, no. Let us both go. Please."

The killer only gripped harder. "Or you can stay and I'll kill you. It's Him or You. He lives if you stay. If you stay, you die, but he also will be killed."

Phil lowered his head, shaking quietly in fear. "Fine, I'll. I'll bring him here." Phil whispered.

The killer let him go, "Tomorrow, you will bring him here tomorrow. You may take the mushroom and give it to him."

Phil nodded and headed away, to go back home to his son's. He was dreading telling his son's how he will be bringing George to his despair. His own son was going to live a life of despair with a killer.