Reacting to PhanFictions! (INACTIVE UPDATES)

The Cherry Fic

(Story from: ningen-shi.tumblr.com)

I awake groggily, I can't remember anything. Yesterday was all a blur. I know Phil and I had been dating for a year now, it was our anniversary so we decided to have a party. I remember lots of alcohol, weird indie movies and boiled eggs.

Okay so apparently, when its your anniversary, you eat boiled eggs.

But now, where am I? I adjust my eyes and look around. It's bright, blindingly blight but I can make some obscure shadowy figures.I recognize chairs, what looks like an assortment of clothes and various objects on the floor and a TV. It's my room, well, mine and Phil's room. I wipe my eyes and get up, I'm in bed. Shritless, and wearing boxers. I take off the bed clothes and stand up. My body feels tense so I bend down and over to stretch.

"You're up, finally."

I recognize the voice. How could I not? It's Phil's voice. Vibrant and jubilant, lights my heart just hearing a vowel emitted from his mouth.

I turn around, Phil is standing there wearing a plain white tee and some gray sweat pants. His hair's a little messy but It's early in the morning. He's smiling, such a bright smile.

"Phil," I reply. I run up to him and embrace his nice slender body. I look him in the eyes, instantaneously we kiss. Our breath might smell like alcohol and eggs but it's still one of the most empowering kisses I've ever had.

One year, to think I've been with Phil for one year.

"You're in a good mood," Phil points out.

I let go and tears of joy flow from eyes, "How could I not be? I love you phil." I go back for another embrace followed by a sweet kiss. I get lost in him, in his everything. In his supple yet fortified body, in his sweet soft lips, in his gentle embrace, in the light of his own existence. He's my one my all, my alpha my omega, I can't describe how I feel. Call me a sexually misunderstood dramaqueen teen but goddammit I love phil. I'd love him as a girl, but I'm glad he's a guy.

So much time passes, it's a tongueless kiss. We don't need our tongues to dance to show our feelings, just the embrace is enough for us. I think to myself, "How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? Eons? This kiss seems laconic yet eternal. Perhaps my homo-erotic fantasies are taking over and this is the greatest feeling in the world, or perhaps I'm being admonished of what to come. But why do I know something bad will happen? What is this apprehensive feeling I have? It festers in my heart, diabolically ripping my feelings apart and smiting my love. No, go away! GO AWAY! Why am I screaming on the inside? Why are all these questions forming? I love Phil so what could be wrong? How long has this kiss been? What's going on?"

My thoughts are cut off immediately. The kiss fades away and I fall on my back. Blood is on my lips and down my chin but I didn't feel anything. I look up as my paralyzed body lies in a contorted position. In what looks look like a scene from a horror movie there stands Phil, his piercingly cold eyes, his menacing grin, and blood on his teeth. In his right hand is a syringe- an empty one at that. I feel dizzy.

"Phil," I struggle to call out to him, but no success. My mind drifts, my body fades. Like the pouring rain I feel gone. I drift off to...to where exactly?...

....

"WAKE UP BITCH!"
WAKE UP BITCH XD
A sudden jolt of electricity shoots through my spine as a stinging sensation emits from my chest. I cough up air that I choke on and crane my head forward giving me whiplash.

"AHH!" I scream in pain only for my mouth to be cupped. Phil's demonic eyes stare me into my soul. He has a vicious smile on his face.

"Scream and I kill you. Nod if you understand?"