dan and phil // one shots

why i hate you // oneshot 7

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[prompt•dan and phil's friendship isn't going so well, and disputes become violent]

"Dan please. Please I can't stand you. Just stop. Please stop,"
Phil has a look of regret and remorse in his blue eyes, wishing he never met Dan Howell- the man he thought would be his best friend for life.

"Phil why are you so mad?"
Dan shot him a confused and sarcastic glare, from the other side of the kitchen, "Phil, what did I ever do to you??"

Phil opened his mouth a gap but nothing came out. He just stuttered and his mind went on a wild search for why he was so angry.

"It's just, everything you do adds up! To this huge, alarming- no annoying- pile of crap,"

"I MADE YOU BLOODY FAMOUS," Dan screams, but his face falls back to shock when he assesses the hurt look on Phil's face.

"I thought we were friends Dan, I thought we were friends,"
Dan didn't respond, he didn't know what to say,

"I'm... I'm so..."

Phil cut him short harshly,
"Don't you ever talk to me again Dan Howell,"
And he stalked back to his room and slammed the door shut, almost smashing the house plant beside the frame.

"PHIL LESTER TALK TO ME,"
Dan stormily pounded on the door, while crying with despair,
"Phil please open the door,"
Dan couldn't stop crying, tears blotching his already red cheeks,

Dan desperately pulled at the handle- which twisted and unlocked,

"Phil?"
He walked him only to find the room empty, and he was the only soul there.
The window was wide open, allowing a person to escape down in case of fire.

Dan numbly walked over to the window and to look down at the small sets of metal stairs,

"Phil?" He weakly managed to cry out.

"I'm right here," Dan turned around to find Phil behind him,
"I'm here,"

Dan walked up to him, and looked into his deep blue eyes,
"Phil I'm sorry,"
Dan tried to reach out for his arm but was only able to feel blood.
"Phil?"

Then Phil looked back into dans brown eyes, but Phil's eyes were no longer blue,
They were of red, and gold, and blood started spilling over Phil, running over every inch of him,

Dan backed away in shock,
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO PHIL?"

The demonic Phil only said,
"I hate you,"
Before fading away and Dan woke up in cold sweat, staring at the dusty creaky ceiling on his room.

"PHIL!"
He screamed.
And again. And again.
Then he realised it all was just a dream.

Authors Note: V V not detailed and cliche but honestly this book is where I like to keep track of my prompts and ideas for future inspiration and use not really for full on fanfic writing v sorry frens.
I'm starting a full fanfic soon stay tuned for that!!