They were the best of friends. They told each other everything.
Or at least, that's what Phil thought. But in this instance, he'll let it pass, because this just got way more interesting.
It all started one day when Phil was looking through Dan's room to see if he left his 3ds in there. Phil is a really forgetful person, so he wouldn't be surprised, considering all of the other things he left in Dan's room sometimes.
Phil opened Dan's bedside drawer and saw a notebook in it, one he didn't recognize. This was weird for him because with them living together, Dan didn't really have possessions he didn't know about.
Phil picked up the notebook and looked at the cover, hoping to find hints to what it was. He found nothing. This led him to believe this was Dan's diary. He laughed at the thought. Dan has a diary?
He checked his watch. Dan should be back in like twenty minutes. Unfortunately for Dan, Phil was a nosy person, so of course he was going to read this.
Dear Log,
That sounds weird, but this isn't a diary, and to remain not cliché, I'm not calling this a journal. People always call it a journal if they refuse to call it a diary. Anyways, let me get to the point here.
I've been feeling weird recently. Sometimes I pass by people on the street and I don't know... It's like an urge.
Especially when people are annoying. That just makes me want to shut them up forever.
Oops, maybe this isn't as relatable as I thought. Oh well.
-Dan
Phil took a moment to analyze the entry he read. It seemed rather normal, although casual about whatever it was Dan was talking about.
He read the next entry.
Dear Log,
The urge is even stronger. And when I try to restrain, I almost go off the deep end. It's not my fault I think crimson looks beautiful.
Crimson could flow out of their necks if I helped. Beautiful, beautiful, crimson. Well, until they turn pale and still. But that's inevitable.
-Dan
Oh.
Dan had the urge to kill.
Well then. Dan was wrong.
It was relatable.
Now he had to confront Dan. It was the only way.
Phil turned the lights off and waited in a chair for Dan to arrive.
Dan opened the door and walked into the room, only to be confused with seeing Phil staring at him ominously in a chair. "Um, is this an intervention?" Dan joked, nervous.
"Yes," Phil responded seriously.
"Oh, um, okay," Dan fake-chuckled. He sat down on his bed and looked at Phil questioningly.
"I read your diary," Phil said.
Dan's face turned red. "IT'S A LOG! NOT A DIARY!"
Phil shook his head. "That's not the point. Your urge..."
Dan turned pale, which was ironic. "What about it?"
And then Phil muttered, "I feel the same. I have that urge too."
Dan's eyes widened.
Their lives were never the same.
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"Phil you idiot!"
"What?!"
"DID YOU EVEN CLEAN THE WEAPON?"
...
"no."
"DAMN IT!"
Dan got a rag and hurried over to where the abandoned knife was. Scrub a dub dub.
"VIOLA!"
...
"Hey, where did the body go, Dan?"
"Uhh.. Is it not over in the corner?"
...
...
"Fuck."
"UGH, WHY IS THIS SO DIFFUCULT?"
Dan sighed. "It seems so much more fun during the adrenaline high, but you always have to clean up the mess."
Phil shrugged. "It's what we get for wanting to kill. I don't feel like going to jail."
Dan shivered at the thought. "Neither do I."
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the end.
so i got the idea for this from the "accidentally read his/her diary au" prompt and um.
the lesson of this story is that if you want to be a killer, you have to be prepared to clean up the mess.
don't actually kill people okay this was a joke idk.
~Ashley
