We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN•

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He wasn't nervous. He wasn't scared. He wasn't petrified. Or at least, he didn't look that way from the outside.

Dan kept a steady walk as he made his way towards the ghoul, who had spotted him climbing out of Phil's window a couple of minutes ago. His breath was steady and calm but his thoughts were quick and rapid as they buzzed around his head without Dan having a chance to even answer them properly.

They stopped. They were a couple meters apart but even from this distance, Dan could hear the heavy breathing coming from inside the ghouls full-face mask. It was a dark shape, which covered every bit of the ghouls facial features, except for the eyes, which the red colour of them pierced through two clits in the mask and glared right at Dan, studying every movement he did.

Take deep breaths, Dan's thoughts somehow began to tell him useful advice other than the nonsense of before, act confident even though you're not...

"So you're the infamous Dan Howell I'm presuming?" The rough nature of this mans voice sounded muffled through his mask, but Dan still understood through his angered tone.

"Yes. Yes I am."

From his bedroom window, Phil watched with nerves as Dan approached the ghoul. Behind him, Phil could feel PJ's presence as he too watched the scenario occurring.

"How? How is this sort of situation ever going to turn out positive for Dan? There is literally a ghoul out there, on our driveway, ready to murder him..."

"You never think positively for these kind of situations do you?" Phil asked, looking at PJ, dead on before turning back to look out of the window "Besides, I've seen Dan fight a ghoul before and I know for certain he will be fine-"

"He won't be fine though! He is about to be killed!"

"No, he isn't about to die PJ..."

"I'm going to get my dad..."

Phil had never spun around to face PJ so fast in his life, "No! PJ! That'll just make this whole mess an even messier mess than it already is—"

"Well someone has to stop that ghoul before it kills Dan..."

"Are you thick?" Phil exclaimed, sarcasm laced in every word, glaring at PJ, "Dan's a ghoul too! You'll be basically putting them both in the hands of death if you tell your dad about the ghoul fight occurring outside! You'll be responsible for the murder of both of them!"

"No... this isn't right Phil..." and that was when PJ left the room with a dash.

"PJ!" Phil cried after him. He knew he had to warn Dan about PJ's attempts to get his dad to pretty much kill him and this other ghoul.

Looking towards the window, Phil knew that he neither had the strength or courage to go down and help Dan and tell him face to face; that would just put him in the metaphorical jaws of death. Or in this case, kagunes of death.

It was time for plan B.

He opened the window as wide as it could go and even though he knew what he was about to do could cause a whole lot of damage, Phil took a deep breath and did it anyway, "DAN! PJ'S BRINGING HIS DAD DOWN! BE QUICK OR HE'LL SHOOT YOU AND THE OTHER PHYSCO!!"

Back down in the driveway, Dan heard Phil's yell and this just caused the eye contact between the two strangers to further set, the older ghoul's eyes becoming darker and even further judging Dan.