Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

The End of DanAndPhilGAMES

"Phil, I've had enough." I said, walking into the office. "I'm turning the camera on a filming this. Feel free to join." This was the fifth argument we had this month about DanAndPhilGAMES. We, well I didn't want to continue. Even though it was stupid and trivial, every time I'd win something, just for the banter, I'd tease Phil about the loss. It was something we always did and Phil did it as well, but I was the the one getting shit for a friendly banter. "If they want me to stop making you "feel like shit because I won" then they can be ok with no more gaming videos. Private them all so they don't have to watch me make fun of you anymore." I began setting the camera up when Phil grabbed my arm.

"No!" Phil yelled. "What are you, fucking crazy?" I was taken aback. Let's get one thing straight, Phil never curses or yells. "You're going to let a few thousand out of 2 million people ruin something for everyone else? You're going to deprive the ones who couldn't give a shit about how we treat each other when playing a goddamn game?" Phil scoffed. "That's pretty selfish, I must say." 

I turned to face him. "Oh, hi, it's Mr. Perfect and Holy. He doesn't deserve backlash, he's such a sunshiney smol bean!" I mocked. "Mr. Douchebag over there treats him like he's crap, when he wouldn't be here without him. He's so ungrateful." I rolled my eyes. "You're damn near 30, Phil, you don't need them defending you, over a dumbass game!" 

I jumped as something shattered against the wall. Phil had thrown one of our empty Ribena glasses. "Don't you think I know that, Dan? I'm still cleaning up the mess from 2012, don't even test me!" He stared me in the eyes. "You think I don't get shit either? "Oh my God, I met Dan Howell at Vidcon!" yet there's a picture of both of us. You're the face of all of our work together. Items that you model on the show get bought more than something I model, my brother has the statistics. He literally has to swap all of the items that are up there that I wore into the picture of you wearing it so we don't have a big abundance of over bought items. They see me and it's like "Oh it's that guy." You still think I don't get any backlash? Try again."

I heard everything he'd said. I understood everything he'd said. Especially the sentence about 2012. "So, V-Day was my fault." I crossed my arms. "Yep, well sounds about right. You were automatically straight before I came into the picture." I had no more words to fight with. "You filming this with me or not?" I cleared my throat, trying not to break down. Sitting down, I started the camera up. Phil sat back and watched. 

"Hi DanAndPhilGAMES Buddies..." I used my default name for them, since Phil wasn't next to me, saying something idiotic. "So, this is something new to me and Phil, it has come across our minds recently. I feel like I can't continue DanAndPhilGAMES. I'm letting Phil turn this into AmazingPhilGAMES. Our older videos, except the Shelter series will be privated. I will still be working on my channel, and this extra time will be put toward danisnotinteresting, so you'll still see me as much. I'll take a lot of requests and challenges on the side channel. But I don't feel confident in the fact that I can continue on this channel, for many reasons that I will not disclose. Don't fight over it, if you have an idea as to why, fine. Just don't make a big fuss over it. You'll still be seeing me. Just not on the gaming channel. Thank you for the amazing 2 years here, playing games for an actual job. See you guys next week for a new video, and I mean it. Bye." I paused sitting with a smile smile before turning the camera off so I could have a smooth finish. I didn't plan on editing it except for the end. Laying my head down on the desk, I sighed, turning my head away from Phil. "There. Now everyone can see you and pay attention to you not being treated like shit. Do you want to take DanAndPhilCRAFTS too? May make everyone else happier." 

Phil lifted his glasses, rubbing his face. "Go get some rest." He whispered. I shook my head, reiterating that I was perfectly fine. "So fucking stubborn Dan, I swear to God!" He picked me up from my sit, dragging me to my room. "Get some rest, Dan. Because you're not thinking this situation over enough to make a clear deci-" 

I cut him off, yelling. "I have thought it over enough to make a clear decision, Phil!" I took a deep breath holding my face in my hands. "You can stop trying to fight 2012, because history is repeating itself and you're going to want to fight this and you can't. You can't change people's opinions. You can correct the facts but you cannot change their opinions." I removed my hands, showing my red eyes and wet face. "They hate me. I loved this job because it was fun. It's no longer fun. It's work." Phil walked to me, sitting down. Once he sat down, I leaned into his lap, crying softly. He ran his hands through my hair. "They all want something different and I'm being pulled in 12 million different directions."

"Then slow down. Don't stop. Sit and talk. Hell, do the Stripped Down Challenge..." Phil sighed. "Dan do anything except hold things in. Remember what I said 4 years ago?" I nodded. I didn't want to go to therapy. There was no point in it. 

I sniffled. "Maybe this isn't the job for me. I-I thought it was." 

Phil shook his head. "This is your job. Don't stop what you love." I nodded softly, falling asleep on his lap. Phil pulled me into bed, laying with me. "You're my best friend, I'm not leaving your side." He whispered, holding onto me. "No matter who hates you, you'll always be my brother and I'll always love you." Phil knew I could hear every word he said. I smiled softly in my sleep, contemplating deleting the video.