MCYT Vampire Oneshots

Phil/Wilbur's backstory

Phil approached the man.
"Hello," he said, tapping him on the shoulder, "would you be interested in doing something with me?"
The man turned around, slightly taken aback, green eyes wide.
"Uh, hello. What would it be? And would I get paid?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, you'd get paid, don't worry. I want to explore the haunted mansion, you know the one up there? There's nobody in there, but still, I want to be safe," Phil said.
"Oh, that's just fairytale and rumour, don't believe the people who say it's dangerous, don't worry, but yeah, I'll explore it with you," the man said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Phil. What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you, Phil. I'm Wilbur."
"Alright, nice. I have a torch, so we can go whenever you're ready."
He indicated to the very small flaming stick in his pocket, and picked up a large stick. He used the fire on the smaller stick to light the large one.
"I don't have anything I'm doing today, so sure, I'll go," Wilbur said, smiling.

They set out to the mansion. Its doors were unlocked.
"What a coincidence. The doors are open," Phil said with a light smirk.
"Yeah. Just proves there's nobody here," Wilbur replied.
"Yeah, I wanna explore anyways. Thanks for coming with me, by the way."
"No problem. As long as you pay me after, haha. Anything for money."
"Anything?" Phil joked.
"Alright, not anything," Wilbur said, groaning good-naturedly.
They went inside, walking together. Wilbur seemed as if he fully trusted Phil- the guy he'd met not even an hour ago- to not do anything bad to him.
"Wow, this place is weird," Wilbur said, in awe of how massive it was. "It looks like it's been lived in but also not at the same time."
"Well, it's probably not been lived in, by the looks of it," Phil commentated, inwardly ridiculing the boy's simple mind, laughing at how close-minded he was.
They explored even more, looking around rooms that Phil had forgotten existed, around places that Phil didn't know about.
This place really was huge, and he hadn't even realised its true scale.

"Why don't we head upstairs?" Phil asked innocently.
"Sure, let's go," Wilbur said. "This place is really interesting."
It's going to get more interesting, believe me, Phil thought to himself.
They headed up the carpeted stairs and into more rooms.
All empty. Wilbur found them eerie- dark and shadowy but oddly clean. Too clean.
Phil opened a door for Wilbur. He extinguished his torch, shoved Wilbur in and locked the door with a simple click, leaving them both trapped in the room together.
Wilbur was confused, why was this happening? Why did Phil shove him into the room?
Why was the door locked?

Two orange eyes glowed in the dark.

He couldn't see anything, the only light that was coming through was from the single, padlocked window, and it was dark. He could only see the silhouette of a menacing figure looming next to the window, orange eyes aglow.
"Phil, what-" he said, but he was cut off by cold hands wrapping around his neck. He could feel Phil's blonde hair brushing the sides of his face and shivered.

"Get o- augh!" Wilbur said, to be interrupted by Phil tightening his grip on Wilbur's neck.
"Did you really think I wanted you to explore this 'abandoned' mansion with me? Were you really that close minded to not realise that the creature killing all those people was me? You fool. I've been looking for a son, you'll do fine, OK?" Phil whispered hoarsely into his ear.
He shivered, and attempted to force Phil's hands off him, but they were solid and fixed in place, it felt like.
"Ah, ah, ah, don't struggle. It'll happen anyway. Just give in, Wilbur," Phil whispered into his ear.
"N-no! Get off me, you freak!" he yelled, scared out of his mind. He started to scream.
"HEL-"
One of the hands on his neck was taken off to cover his mouth- preventing any kind of cry for help that Wilbur had so foolishly attempted then.
An icy hand covered his mouth, and he was having trouble breathing properly. It was so surreal, he half thought he'd wake up in his bed and it would have just been a particularly lucid nightmare.
But it felt too real, the panic overtaking him, the feeling of blonde hair brushing the sides of his face, cold hands on his neck and mouth, being scared out of his wits.
This was no dream.