Phan Oneshots

The Color Thief

(A/N so this beginning is going to be the most basic-bitch beginning there will be but BEAR WITH ME ON THIS ONE. I THINK THAT THE ENDING WILL BE (very predictable) BUT DECENT.

Dan Howell was, as some people would describe it, different. (A/N whoop there it is)

Most people would describe him, however, as monstrous. Evil. Demonic. A sin sent straight from Hell itself. Dan Howell was a color thief.

What is a color thief, you may ask? Well, everything that is happiness, a color thief is not. If a color thief comes in contact with an object, said item turns monochrome on the spot, bringing a feeling of despair to whoever may go near the corrupt objects that they had touched.

No one had gone near the color thief, for he was practically radiating unhappiness and sorrow. Luckily enough, he has never gotten the chance to come in contact with another human being. Everyone is too afraid, both of his depressing aura and the terror of what might happen if they too were to fall prisoner to Dan's evil touch. Would they become monochrome? Would they feel and radiate dismal emotions as well? No one had ever been willing to come close enough to Dan Howell to find out.

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Dan sat in his small flat, mindlessly listening to the television as he laid on the living room couch. Every single inch of the apartment was either black, white or one of the many shades of grey. From his blanket covers all the way to the screen on the television, everything was a dreary monochrome color. This was surely to be expected, however.

Checking his phone, Dan sighed as he realized how late it was. The most reasonable thing to do right now would be for him to head to his bedroom and drift off to sleep, yet he couldn't find the motivation in himself to move from his spot on the couch. Dan sat there, gazing blankly at the cheesy television program for several more hours simply because he didn't have the energy to blink, let alone fall asleep.

Dan was staring at the dusty grey ceiling for quite a while when he heard a loud boom of thunder, followed by heavy rain drops pattering against his roof. The lights and television flickered and then shut off completely, leaving him submerged into complete darkness. Having not moved an inch, Dan was still gazing at the now pitch black ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. He's sat there so long that colors started to swirl his vision. Shades of dark greens and blues danced along his walls. The colors that Dan's imagination has created are the only colors that can be found in his house. While they are comforting, they are also taunting. The happy colors maneuvered around his eyes, showing that the only happiness and light Dan will ever know would simply be a figment of his imagination.

Knock, knock, knock.

Out of all of the things that had happened in Dan Howell's life, this was the most surprising. Dan shot up off of the couch and looked towards the general direction of where his front door was in complete shock. All of the objects in his house were quite hazy due to the power going out, so he couldn't tell exactly where his door was. Stumbling off of the couch, Dan wandered towards the door, half in shock and half in fear. Before he could reach the door, Dan slid on gloves and made sure that no skin on his body was showing except for his face. Accidentally touching this mysterious person and ruining their life was definitely not something that he wanted to happen.

Dan opened the door a crack, enough to peek his eye out to see who was at his door. His ears met the heavy noise of the storm; rain slamming against pavement and thunder booming in the distance. Similar to inside his home, the outside was pitch black as well. The person standing on his porch was soaked due to the rain, but it was too dark to see many of his features. Dan swings the door open enough for the stranger to be able to see his face and whispers, "hello?"

"Hello!" the man cheerfully exclaims. His voice is deep and has a light Northern accent to it, "my car shut down on the side of the road a while back. I planned to walk the rest of the way to London, but then it started pouring outside! I was wondering if you could drive me the rest of the way there? You are the only house I've seen so far and London is still a little ways away."

Dan looks at the man whose face was concealed due to the darkness, and slowly shakes his head. "I don't own a car," he whispers in a hoarse, unused voice, "I always walk to the city if I need to. You could stay at my place until the morning if you'd like?" This man clearly didn't know that Dan was the color thief, or at least that this is where he lived. Even though everything is monochrome in Dan's house, it may be too dark for this man to tell.

"Oh, thank you so much! It's freezing out there," the man exclaims as he steps through Dan's door.

Dan offers the man, who he found out is named Phil, his room and some extra pyjamas. As Dan lays on the couch, once again staring at his dark ceiling, he trails off into a restless sleep.

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The sun peeks in through the blinds in Dan's living room and shine into his eyes, waking him up. Grumbling, he peels his eyes open, only to shut them again due to the bright, blinding light. He tumbles off of the couch and trudges towards his room to see if Phil is awake yet.

When he gets to his bedroom door, it seems off. It's not its usual paper white color, but rather a softer, creamier looking white. It is such a subtle difference that most people would have never noticed it, but after living so long without color, Dan couldn't help but mentally freak out.

Dan knocked on the door, and he saw it transfer back to its usual stark white. The white came onto the door as if it was being poured on the surface; starting from where Dan had touched the door and spreading out until it had consumed the entire item. Phil then swung open the door, with disheveled hair and wearing Dan's now colored in green and blue pyjama bottoms.

Dan stared at Phil in complete shock, mouth gaping open and eyes the size of saucers.

"You're the color thief, huh?" Phil questions, looking into my eyes with a sympathetic smile. Then, Phil does something that Dan would have never expected anyone else do. Phil wraps his arms around Dan in a strong, loving embrace.

All of the sudden, a bright burst of light shoots out from the two figures, and everything that Dan had ever touched regains its color.

Maybe everything will be okay.