Best Friends (phanfic)

The Tunnel

Dan had been with The Darkness for what felt like forever, snuggled up close to its promising warmth and comfort. It had whispered it's beautiful words of comfort yet again, it's voice imitating soft, soothing sakura blossoms and evening skies splashed with oranges and strawberries and grapes.

He'd long since forgiven his old friend The Darkness, agreeing eagerly that he had deserved to die and that The Darkness had been doing him a favour that he was much in dept of, seeing as he had rejected it so rudely.

The Darkness had cared about him much more than Phil or anyone else had, and the darkness had stayed with him for as long as it had taken him to wake up. Dan had agreed completely with The Darkness that as soon as he was awake, he would try again. And again. And again. He would try as many times as it took for him to be with The Darkness forever; it was such a good friend to him. The only friend that Dan would ever have.

He had wanted to please The Darkness more than anything, longing for the delicate tickles of its touch and the twinkling galaxies of its words, mesmerized by how beautiful they were.

One day Dan had heard a voice that he knew was familiar to him. It had revealed vibrant, brilliant colours that danced happily through the black and white misery of the dark place, colours that he had long since forgotten.

Poking desperately at his subconscious mind to wake up, his friend The Darkness had seized his arm, which had been sliced up violently like the prime cut hanging lifelessly in a stinking butcher's shop display. The colours vanished suddenly, and Dan had missed them. Dan had missed the colours a lot.

The colours would come back every day, drastically lightening Dan's constantly heavy mood, heavy like a backpack full of bricks and wrought iron steel, which The Darkness had used to build up a wall between Dan and the outside world.

Dan would wait for his friend The Darkness to exit the room, and then he would listen to the voices that the colours showed him.  These voices were sweet and pure and happy, and had sounded like angels' hymns compared to the now gravelly and gritty sounding boom of The Darkness' voice.

Slowly, the voices that the colours had showed him had encouraged Dan to begin breaking down the wall that he had hid behind. He escaped slowly, brick by brick, until he had no longer needed the sweet voices to encourage him. Nevertheless, the sweet voices cheered him on in the background, overtaking the cruel growls of his friend The Darkness.

Eventually, Dan had broken free from the walls that The Darkness had built around him. The sweet voices had cheered him on jovially, and the bright colours had led him through a dark, dark tunnel filled with screaming and sobbing and lots of scary things.

In the tunnel, dark figures had seized Dan's damaged wrists and had tried to drag him back down, screaming that nobody loved him and that he was horrible and worthless and ugly and fat and stupid. Dark gnarly tree roots had emerged from the ground suddenly, and had attempted to trip him back down into the darkness. Dark signs had warned him to stay away, and to turn back. Dark, looming doors had sprung up menacingly from the ground too, tightly locked shut with the demand of a thousand keys.

Dan didn't have the keys to the doors. The sweet voices and the bright colours had given him all of the keys that he had needed, every single one, pressing them into Dan's hands and curling his fingers over them protectively in case any of the shadows had decided to snatch them away from him.

It had been a long, long, winding tunnel. Dan's feet had slowed with every tiring step he took. He was giving up. Finally, he had looked up to the very end of the tunnel. Dan could see the bright colors and the sweet voices up ahead, gently encouraging him to carry on.

He could see a beautiful light, something that he hadn't seen for a long, long time. It shined like all of the stars in the entire universe, it felt like the sun had kissed his skin softly, it tasted sweet like honey, it sounded like a thousand angels singing a beautiful harmony, but most of all it looked like Phil's smile. But Dan was giving up. He was tired. He had traveled for so long down this tunnel. In front of him appeared his old friend The Darkness.

"Dan... Why do you want to leave me?I'm your best friend. The only friend you will ever have. If you leave me, you will be alone. You will be alone with that disgusting body and ugly face and slow brain of yours. I'll be with you forever and ever, until the end of time." it breathed softly, but Dan wasn't being fooled again.

"You're not my friend." spat Dan. "You've been making me hate myself! You've been making me hurt myself and you haven't been letting me eat. You almost killed me! I HATE YOU!!"

"But Dan... You deserve to die..." it spoke, stroking Dan's slender jawline and pulling him into a tight hug.

"I-I...I do..." Dan muttered, finally giving in.

He was tired. But then he saw the colours brighter and brighter until they were dancing around in front of him, and he heard the sweet, sweet voice clearly for the first time ever:

"Dan, I love you"

Slowly, he rose. He looked The Darkness straight in the face. Fingers trembling with anticipation, he grasped it's oxygen mask quickly, before he changed his mind.

He ripped off The Darkness' mask as if he was ripping of a bandage, and then he saw it. The oxygen mask had been connected to Dan's heart. The Darkness had been sucking the happiness out of him, feeding off of it like life support. And what lay there on the floor was something that Dan would never forget.

It was him. A deceased, shrivelled up image of death. It's skin was pale and malnourished and it's cheeks were sunken in like indentations in a cold metal clockwork cog. It's ribs jabbed at the surface of it's skin, looking as if they were screaming to be set free from their prison. It's hair was falling out in bunches, fluttering to the floor like dark chocolate snowflakes.

It's eyes. It's eyes were like no other that Dan had ever seen in his life. They had been forced unnaturally in to the back of it's skull by some unknown kind of torture device, and all that was left was white. Deep red veins had squirmed horribly amongst pure white. They had formed three terrifying words.

(I   AM)   ( YOU )

Gazing in to the light at the end of the tunnel before him, Dan stepped forwards.

He had made it.
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I may have stolen the masky bit from ??insidious something?? I think so props to them but otherwise yeah no this is all me.