Inspiration: My ever insatiable need for gaming videos, and Phil's obsession with candles.
Summary: Filming a gaming video doesn't really go to plan, but at least the phans get some good bloopers at the end!
Warnings: A little bit of swearing, but otherwise it's just a little cutesicle thingy bob.
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~Third Person~
It had been far too long since Dan and Phil had visited Dil, their virtual son. They'd finally sat down in front of the computer and their filming set up, and fired up The Sims. For about ten minutes, they had been fully immersed in their current adventure, and Phil was currently in control of the mouse. Dan sat back, stretching a little, and sniffed violently. His horrific cold was making it difficult for him to concentrate fully; at the beginning of the video, he'd apologised in advance for sounding like a possessed grandpa. He froze when he caught a whiff of something worrying, inhaling deeper to identify it.
"Dan, do you want a tissue?" Phil asked distractedly, keeping his eyes fixed to the screen.
Dan simply shook his head, determined to put his finger on the scent.
"Can you smell burning?" he said, worry seeping into his voice.
"Little bit," Phil replied, although Dan could tell from the furrow in his brow and the hazed over look in his eyes that he wasn't really listening properly.
He twisted around in his seat, and yelped at the sight of a worryingly large flame burning quickly at the pile of paper stacked by the printer. He leaped out of his seat and stood flailing his hands, trying to work out what to do.
"PHIL! For fuck's sake, did you leave another candle on the printer??!" This much was clear, given the candle that had now rolled onto the floor, the flame inside it extinguished by the falling. Phil clambered out of his seat, face the epitome of guilt, and stared helplessly.
Dan darted out of the room and returned with a tea towel, and started desperately flapping it at the fire.
"Dan! Stop it! You're feeding it, it's gonna grow!"
"It's not a fucking tamagotchi! What do we do?!" Dan yelped, chucking the towel at the fire in the hopes that it would engulf it somehow, but it was just eaten by the flames.
Phil scurried to the kitchen and grabbed a jug, hastily filling it with water and dashing back to the room where the orange flames burned.
"Phil! You can't throw water on it, there's a printer right fucking there! More hazards! Except you don't seem to know much about those, now do you?!"
Phil paused, a flicker of hurt pooling in the pit of his stomach, and then pushed the jug against Dan's chest, forcing him to take hold of it.
"Phil what are you-" Dan stepped forward, worried, as Phil grabbed a hold of the very edge of the wad of paper and moved it quickly to the floor away from the printer, crying out in pain when the hot flames licked at his fingertips.
Without hesitating, Dan flung the jug at the paper, sighing in relief when the water washed it away with a sizzle.
The two stood, panting a little, before Dan dropped the jug and rushed over to Phil, who was cradling his hands against his chest.
"Phil? Let me see."
Dan gently pried his hands into his view, shaking his head at the blisters forming.
Quickly, he picked up the jug, and drizzled the tiny bit of water onto Phil's fingers before hurrying to his bedroom to grab the antiseptic cream and bandages. He had burned his elbow on his hair straighteners the other day, and forgotten to return the medical equipment to its rightful place in the kitchen.
Dan rushed back to Phil and began to treat his burns very carefully, unwilling to hurt his best friend any further.
Once he was finished and the burns were wrapped up safely, he smiled at Phil, still cradling his hands.
"All better?"
Phil nodded, and then laughed at something over Dan's shoulder. Dan gave him a quizzical glance, and in response Phil gestured to the camera that was still filming, and The Sims that was still running in fast-forward. They both laughed together, and hurried back to pause it and fix whatever damage Dil had inevitably inflicted upon his house.
"Sorry about that," Dan told the camera, grinning sheepishly, "But you're gonna get some golden bloopers at the end of this video."
"Anddd, they all skip to the end," Phil laughed, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in the cutest way.
They played on for a few minutes, exchanging their usual banter and jokes, until Dan paused, dread filling his features.
"Phil," He said slowly, "Can you hear running water?"
