Another phan one shots;)){Discontinued}

~Inside~

(memo: Phil is in an awful world full of awful things, and something in the water just makes it worse)
//based off the game inside, from a certain area in it, but takes a HELLA HUGE twist into my own ideas\\
{the picture is just overall beautiful, it doesn't have a purpose of being here, it is though, so enjoy!}

Phil Lester. Phil Lester is a thirty year old who seems to be in the world of horror. He's seen people get kidnapped and thrown into vans, going off to places he doesn't know. Life isn't easy. People have tried several times to get phil and throw him into a van as well, but have missed, somehow. People's dogs have found him before, trying to kill him, but have missed, but not by much. He is always in danger. Always. Unluckily for him, more is on their way. Fear will escalate through his body as he meets death dead in the eyes. 'It'll be okay' he might mumbled to himself as he sees them, or there will be no words before he dies.

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Phil quickly began to run, running past the dogs that chased him. The dogs continuously barked at him. The echo of their barks so loud and haunting, it was quite scary. They sounded as if they'd kill, which they would. The dogs nearly got phil, but he barely escaped as he jumped into the air and onto another platform. Breathing heavily, he began running again, trying to get away from this damned area. "Oh god, oh god." He muttered as he began to run once more, jumping over huge sticks and diving into the water. Bobbing his head back up, flashlights shinned towards where he was, making him quickly swim off towards land, running again. "Of course, more- running." He mumbled between breaths. Bark bark bark! The sounds of the dogs barks echoed once more behind him, phil, again, quickly trying to run faster. He could hear the sounds of their nails hitting the ground ever so often and the sound of their heavy breathing behind him. The scary part, was that he was use to this. This happened near to every day as he try's to get away from life itself. 'Maybe I should let them win for once.' He'd think, frowning slightly at his own thoughts. Right as a dog was about to bite him, he jumped off into the air, landing on something, which broke, beginning to fall. Fear struck the inside of him as he was unsure of what to do. Before he knew it, we was in water. Water so deep and so scary, it was as if all the clouds and shadows joined together to become this space in which he try's to float in, failing, falling deeper into this water area, yet to be decided if it's a lake or an ocean. As he bobbed his head up again, he looked around. The area was closed in. Walls were around the water, dark gray walls, looking as if they were to be steel. He plunged himself back under the water, swimming a bit farther away from where he was before. Underwater, there was many things. Things slightly terrifying yet interesting, hard to look away from. Boats, treasure, seaweed, fish, and much more were hidden beneath the water. The water was dark as he looked around, a sludge colour. Phil began to swim farther, looking up from the water and back down. He carefully reached his hands out as he swam, seeing if he ended up touching anything. He ended up coming in contact with what seemed to be a wall. He opened his eyes and swam above to the surface, seeing as it was a wall, but a ledge. He quickly pulled himself up, yet felt as if he was being watched. He swiftly turned around, but saw nothing out there, shrugging it off as his imagination was playing tricks. As he was walking along this area of land, he looked high and low to try and see how he could get out of here. No possible solution seemed to be in play, so he began to walk closer to the end of the area. Looked back down into the water, seeing his reflection and wincing at it. He looked absolutely terrible. What happened exactly? He's been hit, hurt, scratched, cut, fallen, and torn apart mentally. Scratches and new ones littered his fragile face, making him look even more sad than before. A tear slowly rolled down his face the more he looked at his reflection. "I want to go home." He mumbled, more tears rolling down his face. "Please, let me get home somehow." More tears. "I don't like this." More. "At all." And he was sobbing. Sitting down at the edge of the land, dangling his feet in slightly, putting his hands up to his eyes and closing them. He didn't try to stop the tears, it wouldn't help. So, he cried. Cried it out. The more he cried, the more he didn't realize he was being watched from not so far away. Then, something hit his foot. A tail, perhaps? "Wha-" he asked, getting interrupted by getting pulled back under the water.