The Piggy Bank Fic

Part one

Dan looked in dismay at the ground, staring in horror at the shattered pieces of Phil’s piggy bank. In a matter of minutes he’d be back from his trip to the shop, the trip he’d taken to get Dan’s favourite type of coffee, only to find in the ten minutes he’d left him alone, Dan had broken something he loved almost as much as his abundance of plants. Instead of clearing the mess up, Dan sat on the floor next to the broken pieces and fought the urge to burst into tears. On screen, Phil acted as a goofy and carefree guy, and sometimes Dan wished he could be like that more often because off screen he had a fierce temper when it suited him, and what he liked to call his “special” thoughts. He’d never told Dan exactly what they were, but from the way he smiled and looked at him sometimes, he was unsure if he’d want to find out.

Lost in his own thoughts, Dan didn’t hear Phil unlock the door. He didn't hear him walk up the stairs to his room, where he was sat. But he did hear Phil kneel behind him and whisper in a menacing tone; “Oh dear Danny...what have you done now?”

And then everything went black.