Dan tossed and turned in his bed as he had done multiple nights now; lost in the sheets. He was sweating, his hair curling, plastered to his forehead. He squirmed as if trying to break away from a nightmare, tears rolling down his cheeks.
His head thundered, in his mind Phil's voice was yelling out his name, each syllable cause a pounding to his skull. Dan was drowning in the beautiful but terrible sound.
He felt the breath of a hand on his arm and woke with a start, sitting up bolt right in the dark, gasping for breath, shaking, his clothes clinging to his skin with sweat.
Dan sat for a while in the dark, he leant back against the wall, panting his eyes closed.
It's just a nightmare, he told himself.
It happened often now.
He opened his eyes again, about to pull up the sheets, when he saw a dark figure sitting on the end of his bed.
Dan's head raced with terrible possibilities. Murderer, Slenderman, ghost-
His heart thundered in his chest and he was terrified. Suddenly, the posture became familiar and a horrible, horrible thought occurred to him.
Phil.
Dan's hand instinctively flew for the light switch.
Dull light filled the room, Dan foolishly squeezed his eyes closed. When he was finally able to open his watering eyes he found himself staring at a bare wall.
He looked around for a person, but somehow he knew he wouldn't find one. Indeed, Dan finally gave up and went back to sleep.
A part of him worried, but a part of him knew he imagined it.
And part of him knew he didn't.
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Craft (Dan & Phil)
FanfictionDan lives in a world without Phil. Of course it wasn't always like that. But a world without Phil is no world at all and now Dan's trying to find his own feet again. But perhaps he doesn't have to live without Phil. When his friend started to myster...
