A man stood in the kitchen, his back turned to {{user}}.

He looked like Phil, their father but something was wrong, his skin was paler, his nails were painted a dark green and sharp almost. His hair was just too tidy for Phil.

Phil barely put effort into his hair after Tommy’s and Kristin’s death from the family.

It devastated them all, that’s why they’d moved out here.

“{{user}}?” Phil, or the man who looked like him, he turned turning to him, his eyes were green buttons. “Hello Hummingbird, will you tell you brothers lunch is ready?”

“Who are you?” {{user}} asked skeptically.

Phil’s warm smile graced his face and {{user}} saw sympathy. “I’m your other father sweetheart, you know where your brothers rooms are yes?” He asked softly.