Since We Were Kids|| Phan (unfinished sry)

Chapter 3

    Dan woke up to a sharp pain on his hip, "ow what the fu- WHAT THE FUCK" Ohmygod there's someone on his bed what the hell is going on. The intruder was not only on his bed, but jumping on it, and in doing so his knee would go right onto Dan's hipbone. "HELP! HELP ME!" Oh gosh there was someone in his house, how did this happen? He thought he locked all the doors! Is he going to get kidnapped? Murdered? Dan tried to throw off the man, but that only resulted in him being pushed down and pretty much straddled by this guy, who was obviously stronger than Dan. It was getting hard to breathe with the guy's weight on him and the heat of the comforter all around him. "Oh lord not like this," at this point Dan was praying to any deity out there, "SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE! HEL-" His mouth was immediately covered with a hand, "Sh sh shh," the man gave out a childish giggle. "Danny be quiet! You'll wake everyone up," the man removed his hand from Dan's mouth and used it to grab his wrist instead. He pulled Dan off the bed and dragged him to the doorframe. Dan took this opportunity and lunged towards his phone, he typed in 999 and was about to press call before he was tackled again. The phone flew out of his hand as his arms were pinned down by the intruder. "Who the hell are you? What do you want? Take my money just let me go!"
The man tilted his head in confusion, he looked like a confused puppy, "What do you mean? It's me, Phil!"

"I don't know any Phils! Please just let me go," Dan pleaded exasperatedly.
But Phil remained there, just a few inches away from his face.

"What do you mean? Of course you know me, I'm your friend!"

"I don't have any friends."

"What? What about me? It's only been a few years."

"I told you I don't know anyone named Phil! Please just get off me."

Phil started loosening his grip, "you don't remember me?" He stood up and stumbled near the dresser, leaning on it for support. "You don't remember all of our adventures? What about the time we colored all over Mr. Pipers pavement, or when we ran through the woods before you tripped and fell in the creek? What about your 7th birthday party, where I was late and gave you a-"

"I did all those things by myself. What are you trying to do, pretend to be my imaginary friend? "

"I'm not trying to be anyone... It's just me, Phil."

"What are you even talking about? Phil never existed!"

Phil had his mouth hung open in shock. He scrunched his eyebrows together and ran his fingers through his hair. "I- I- I don't understand. I thought you'd be happy to see me..."
"Please just get out. I don't know you and you're definitely not my imaginary friend, Phil," he sounded exasperated.
He saw Phil glance passed him at his dresser, Dan quickly tried to snatch up what Phil was looking at, but Phil tore it from his hands. Phil looked back up at Dan, "If I'm not Phil, then what's this?" Phil held up the simple object.

"That's mine! Give it here," Dan said sternly, he snatched the necklace away from Phil and immediately slid it on to his neck.
Phil crossed his arms, "where'd you get it from?"
"I found it on the ground when I was little, it's nothing."

"No you didn't, I gave that to you."

"Get out."

"You know I gave that to you. That's why you kept it," Phil stepped towards Dan, who now had his back against the wall. Dan could feel Phil's breath hit his face as he spoke, "I know you remember me Dan Howell."

He shoved Phil off, "I remember my imaginary friend, but he wasn't real, so get out of my house before I call the cops for real
" he said in a whisper that was tinged with ice.

"Wait, no Dan, please!" Although he was pleading, Phil wasn't offering much resistance as Dan dragged him out the door. "Please Dan I have no where to go."
Dan closed the door, hoping Phil would go away. He slid down the door and put his hands in his head, this doesn't make any sense. Who the hell was this man? Why did he insist on pretending he was Dan's imaginary friend? How does he even know about Phil? Maybe this was some crazy dream, maybe he was having hallucinations. He poured himself a glass of water, and sat down on the couch. He sat there in a shocked silence, wondering if he should call the police or not. It didn't seem like "Phil" wanted to cause him harm, but if Phil was crazy then who knows what could happen. He decided on running to the store to buy a lock for his door.

For the rest of his weekend he was on edge, he was restless during the day, and at night he couldn't even shut his eyes.

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    Dan was up before his alarm went off, he jumped out of his bed and got ready for work. He splashed some water on his face, letting the cold water run down his face and neck. The chill made him fully awake and alert, he quickly got dressed and slipped on his shoes. He grabbed his phone and was about to leave when he felt something missing. The necklace! That little bastard kept it, shit that meant it wasn't a hallucination. Oh well, he thought. He headed out to the bookstore, and locked the door behind him.

  The icy air bit his neck and he scrunched up his nose in irritation. He swung the buildings door open with a little too much force. A few seconds after the bell on the door jingled, Hannah popped her head out from the break room, "Well you're here early."
Dan gave a disgruntled hum and shuffled to the front desk.
"Dan you look like death."
"I feel like death"
"Did you get any sleep last night?"
"No," he hung his head back, "or at all this weekend." With purple bags under his eyes he dragged his feet across the wooden floor, "I'm just gonna go ahead and put the new shipment on the bookshelves."
"Alright you do that, but don't fall asleep on the ladder and crack your head open," she chuckled.
"Ha, I'll try not to," he walked to the back to start unpacking the new books.

    He lifted one of the extremely heavy cardboard boxes, and instead of carrying it he more fell down with it. The back room was a lot colder than the rest of the store, it had a glossy cement for its floors and he could practically see his breath. He grabbed what he could from the box and shuffled quickly out of the room.

He fitted books into their proper places all around the store. The smell of the air was clean, it was filled with freshly printed paper and something that reminded him of mint. It was definitely a contrast to the look of the old building. It had wooden floors that would creak in random spots, red curtains that swept across the windows, and old shelves that curved at the rooms' corners. He was down to his last set of books, Of Mice and Men. He rolled the wooden ladder over to where they needed to be placed and climbed the rungs. There was a big space just for the set, which he had cradled in his right arm. He used his other hand to put them up on the shelf. He slid the first one into place, then he reached for the next book to put it on the shelf. But as he slid it into place a face popped in the shelf space from the other side. "Hey Dan!" Dan yelped and leaned back in alarm, the ladder wobbling as he started falling backwards. Luckily a hand reached through the shelves and grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back up. He ended up face to face with the man, he could see the slivers of yellow inside the chillingly blue eyes. In milliseconds he recognized him as the man with the disheveled black hair, the man from his apartment from Saturday. As soon as they locked eyes, Dan was thrown into a panic and pushed off the shelf with all of his force. Which turned out to be a very bad idea. Instead of jumping off the ladder, the ladder fell backwards with Dan on it. He landed with a huge 'thump'. The rest of the books in his hand tumbled around him, and he was trapped under the ladder with his knees half drawn in and his arms attempting to cover his face.
"Dan?" He heard Hannah calling. "Dan? What happened? What's going on?" He heard her footsteps come hastily towards him. She helped remove the ladder off of him and held out her hand for him to grab hold of. Her hand was soft on his, and even though she seemed delicate, she actually yanked him upright pretty fast. "You okay now?"
"Yeah, just a bit bruised. There was this creepy guy just on the other side that startled me." Hannah walked to the other side of the shelf and then called over, "There's no one over here, Dan. Just another ladder."
"What? I saw someone, I swear it."
"That's okay," she soothed, "how about you take your break right now? Take a 30 minute nap in the break room or something?" She patted him on the back and talked to him like a child who was up past his bed time. He dragged himself to the other side of the store and gently pushed the door to the break room open. He plopped down in a chair. He was disoriented from the fall and confused as to where that man went. He begged for sleep to take him, and thankfully it complied. His eyes drooped and he tried to clear his mind. Right as he was about to slip out of consciousness, he felt a hand push his hair back and a voice that sounded like music whisper, "Sweet dreams."

Okay sorry for such slow updates, I'll try to write the next few chapters over my break. Love you bye!