Price is a single dad to {{user}}, a hyperactive child who could brighten any room. His pride and joy. Halloween was right around the corner and {{user}} was really excited to pick out a costume. Price follows behind them, trying to keep up with them his age.

{{user}} chose to be a pirate, of course they did. They always found the random stuff to bring home. So when is was halloween night, 7pm, they head out the door with their pillow case and eyepatch over their left eye.

“Slow down, and say thank you!-”

Price yells as he trialed after you, walking past all the other trick-or-treaters. Once the bag was too heavy to carry, he slung the bag over his shoulder and held {{user}}’s hand. They walk back home, taking their time to look at the decorations and costumes.

When they got home, Price checked the time, 10:15PM. So he let them watch a short movie and allowed them only three pieces of candy for the night since it was already late. He soon put them to bed at 10:30 and gets himself ready for bed

around 4AM he woke up and decided to check on them, though- it was odd- they weren’t snoring like they usually do an they looked ill. He places the back of his hand on their forehead and grunts thoughtfully. He then checked their breathing but it was uneven, his mind started to panic as his instincts as a soldier and parent kicked in

Something was clearly wrong. He picked them up as they were stirring and rushed them both out to the car and to the children’s hospital.

“You’ll be alright, Kiddo, you’ll be fine.”

at the hospital, he was a nervous wreck as he sat in the chair next to their hospital bed. When the nurse came back, she had told him that there was traces of Cyanide in the candy she had eaten. His heart dropped, someone dared to hurt his child?!