stuck inside ; phan [ completed ]

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❝ i wanna go on a road trip one day, alone, or with someone i love

i wanna get away, explore places

sleep in the car, stop a lot just to admire the view,

visit museums and try out coffee shops

listen to my favorite albums while driving, have a polaroid camera

take pretty pictures of the sunrise, take pictures of myself

run through a forest, chase fog, chase the sun

spend hours in a field making flower crowns,

feel the wind in my hair

buy souvenirs, meet people, take time to observe

i wanna make memories

i wanna feel alive ❞

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dan howell was alone in the place he called home. it had always been as so, for as long as he could remember. he was sure there must've been someone else here once, because he knew many things, like how to read and think and function. there were probably many things he didn't know, but he didn't know of these things, as he'd never been taught. there wasn't much to learn in the place he lived. his only sources of information were books and television programs and movie, which periodically changed. dan had no explanations for these happenings, but every few days, like clockwork, new books and dvds showed up in his shelves. he didn't question these things, as they'd been happening all of his life. he knew of nothing else; it was just how it was.

where dan lived in a place where it was always snowing. he had never been outside, because he never had any reason to. everything he needed was in his house. he occasionally looked out the window to see white puffy clouds above a white fluffy world. all he knew was the white flakes never stopped falling, and he was fine with it. again he knew nothing else; it was how his world was, and he could care less about the world outside. it never changed.

the books and movies he was sent were his passion. all the people in them had a life that was rich and unknown to dan. there were stories of love and exploring and all sorts of other things. dan was beyond fascinated, as he had never experienced feelings such as love, and had nothing to explore. he desperately wanted these things, but he knew he could never have either. no one was in dan's little world, and as for exploring, there was only miles of snow, as far as the eye could see. there was nothing to explore, and no one around to love, but dan didn't depress himself over this; instead, he filled in the gaps with the dvds and books he were sent.

everyday was the same for dan; wake up, take a shower. change into a different pair of sweat pants and t-shirt, and read or watch something, remembering to eat every few hours. dan's fridge was stocked every few hours, as far as he could tell. he wasn't complaining - he loved food as much as the next person. or how he imagined another person. he could only base his perception of others on the fictional characters he knew and loved, and from what he could tell, food was a pretty good thing. whenever dan looked in the mirror, he hadn't changed, as far as he could tell. he never gained any weight, which was confusing considering the amount of food he ate. he did question why he led such a different life from those of the characters he knew about, but he then remembered they were fictional, and fiction wasn't true; but every book or disc he received seemed to be in a similar universe. he read about places like america, and europe and canada. he didn't know if they were true places, but sometimes he felt like the outsider looking in.

it was just like any other day when dan's life started to change. when dan woke up, the shower was dripping. to any real life person, this wouldn't have been that big of an issue, but for someone who lived on a strict routine where everything stayed the same, this alarmed dan. he didn't let it haunt his thoughts, and he continued on with his day. the fridge refilled itself, as usual, and he had all-new books and dvds, and it was still snowing. it was just a leaky shower head, and dan shouldn't have been worrying so much about it, but he did worry about it. he lived in a perfect world, that never changed. he was concerned, but he still fell into a dreamless sleep.

the next morning, the fridge didn't restock itself until around midday. normally, it would've been restocked in the morning, and would've continued to refill throughout the day, but it instead only restocked once in the middle of the day. and the shower was still leaking. the changes scared dan, as he wasn't used to this sort of thing.

over the next week, still there were no new books or movies. he hadn't finished them all; he never did, but it still scared dan. he wasn't sure what to think of all the changes. the fridge restocks were still slow and the shower head was still dripping, and dan was afraid. that night when he went to bed, he felt as if he had been rocked to sleep.

(a/n)

word count ; 894

hihi it's sam so quick things

this is for #fanficfriday #perfectstorm so it will be  5 chapters of around 1,000 ish words or less so it doesn't exceed the word limit. cool. also this is a safe fic!! yay! and lowercase is on purpose okay okay.