YouTube UNITE (Dan Howell, PewDiePie and AmazingPhil fanfic)

Chapter 3: Fan Trauma

~**~Phil's POV~**~

The next morning, I found Scarlett wide awake on the couch. What the hell? She was shuddering, mainly because it's 6AM and its freezing. I though America had good weather!

"Scarlett? Why... Did you even sleep?" I asked, giving her a while to answer. She shook her head in response. I sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. Scarlett looked up at me for a moment, but then her gaze trailed to the TV. Adventure Time? Oh snap.

Scarlett looked so cute just curled up beside me. She looked up at me, a star-struck look in her eyes. We both found ourselves leaning in for a kiss, before Dan came in. I quickly pulled away and Scarlett faked sleep on my shoulder. Well, I think she was faking it...

"Phil, can I talk to you?" Dan asked in a friendly tone. I didn't think anything was up until a BOOK was thrown at me. The last thing I heard was the front door slam shut before everything went quiet.

~**~Scarlett's POV~**~

Dan had thrown an extremely large book at Phil, leaving him critically injured. I instantly burst into tears as I saw his practically lifeless body flop to the ground. Instinctively, I did the only thing I knew how to do. Run.

I ran out the door, far away into LA. I just couldn't find the will to live anymore. Sitting on a park bench, I searched my bag for anything to fill my desire, the urge to die.

Nothing...

Suddenly, a wallowing man walked past, standing in front of a tree. He was wearing one of my t-shirts, meaning he must have been a fan of some sort. I saw in the shadow of the tree, his closed eyes. He was holding something in the shape of a boomerang. But he held it to his head. What's he-

And then he pulled the trigger. Everyone ran with fear, worrying somebody had shot him. He fell to the ground, leaving me as a prime suspect. I lay on the park bench, waiting for somebody to arrest me. But instead I felt something cold against my neck. A hand... I tried to scream, but I was being dragged into an alleyway by the throat.

Once it let go, I jumped up in fear. I tried to run, but somebody held my hand for a moment. The hand became warm, inviting almost. I just stood there as a man probably 23 walked out of the shadows.

Felix...?