Misfit (Phan AU)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

A/n: heyheyhey mofos, whats up in the hizzlehaus? okay i know i said my chapters were gonna stop being so long but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, it was all an elaborate ruse to trick you into not eXPECTING long chapters, so now u are sURPRISED!!! yes that is it, now u are either very disappointed or extremely excited by this unexpected long chapter rather than a short one. oo yes i am clever

anyway, warnings, SPOILERs aHEAD: hello there is a scene very similar to the one in the club with sketch demon dude in this chapter so if u cant handle very mild physical abuse then be Aware

*Phil's POV*

It wasn't often that the thing to wake me up was the blaring sound of my phone ringing with an incoming call. Then again, it also wasn't all that often that I woke up half past noon in a mound of blankets on the floor with my face pressed uncomfortably into the wall.

However, that was the exact predicament that I found myself in this morning. My bones cracked in protest as I clumsily stumbled onto my hands and knees, starting to crawl unhappily toward the source of the godawful noise in hopes of putting a stop to it.

It was likely quite the scene from an outside perspective, my struggle to break free from my makeshift blanket cocoon and then make it across the room still only half-awake, but luckily there was no one else there to witness it.

By the time I'd found the damn thing, the device having fallen down behind my bed sometime apparently in my crusade to move my bedding last night, the ringing had long ago ceased. I grumbled under my breath as I fished it out from the crevice, glowering at the dust on the screen as it lit up. I wiped it off on my pants in a rush, eager now to see who had taken it upon themselves to wake me up at such an unreasonable hour.

Whether it was unreasonable in the sense that I'd had too much sleep and should have been conscious before then or because I'd yet to have enough rest and waking up was the last thing I should be doing, well, that was a matter of perspective.

What that meant really, was that there wasn't a single name I could have found settled on the screen that would have made all of the effort worth it for me. Well, there might have been just one acceptable contact, but I doubt he would be calling me from a room over.

Regardless, his wasn't the name the message was attached to. Instead I was met with the vague guilt that came along with knowing that all of that bitterness I'd been harboring toward the sender had been indirectly aimed toward my mother of all people. Realistically, I should have known it'd be her calling, she was really the only person I knew who had yet to make the shift from verbal communication to texting.

I sighed, running a hand through the messy mop of hair atop my head before resigning to listening to the message, pressing the button before wedging the phone against my ear. Had I been entirely convinced that there weren't any other people sleeping in the apartment I was at risk of waking, I might have just put it on speaker, but I somehow doubted Dan would be awake before me even in these circumstances.

I shook my head fondly, pausing the movement in favor of jumping slightly when my mother's loud upbeat voice screeched to a start in my ear.

"Happy New Year, Phil! I hope you're not still asleep because you were out late partying it up last night or something, though I trust that you're responsible enough to know better. We really missed you here for this holiday, didn't seem the same without you. Are you sure you don't want to move back in and stay with us for the rest of your life?" She paused for the sake of inserting her usual go-to default forced laughter, likely for the sake of making the request seem lighthearted rather than pressuring.