If you want to listen to the mix I put on Spotify, the playlist is Five Nights At Howells.
(Pffft. Ignore this, the playlist is literally 16 hours long now, sorry)
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Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...
"Hey, Phil?"
"Yeah?"
"What's that noise?"
Drip... Drip...
"Did you leave the tap on, Dan?"
"No. Nothing's on. I've checked everything."
"Maybe it's a leak?"
"Yeah, probably just a leak."
"Don't tell me The Daniel Howell is scared of a bit of dripping noises." Phil laughed softly, like he himself was growing paranoid.
Dan, it's nothing. It's just a leak. Maybe rainwater.
"No!" Dan whispered harshly.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I surrender!" Phil laughed again, this time out loud, and threw his hands up.
12:49 the clock read.
Drip... Drip...
"Dan, let's deal with this in the morning, ok?"
"Yeah, ok."
"Night Howell."
"Night Lester."
Dan put his hand on his door knob and yanked it away when he felt the sticky substance on it.
Dan, calm down. It's probably just sweat.
He put his hand back on and opened the door. He wipped his hand on his pants and stepped forward. Dan stepped right into the same sticky stuff. This time Dan flipped the light switch and looked down. There were red droplets on the ground- some spaces even had pools of crimson liquid. Dan checked his hand and then screamed.
"Dan! Dan! I'm coming in."
Phil walked in and saw three figures. One was holding Dan by the arms and neck, holding his mouth shut. Another was beside the first, pointing a gun at Dans head.
"Say a thing and he goes. Don't test us. Don't make this hard, Philip."
"O- ok. Ok, I won't. D- don't hurt him... Please?"
"Shut up, Phillip. Shut up or I'll push the knife even farther."
When the second one stopped talking, Phil looked over at Dan and saw the blade in the side if his arm. Dans eyes were bloodshot and watered. Pain was written all over him.
On the floor was a new pool of blood, just under Dans feet. This pool was slightly brighter than the others.
Good, it's not Dans blood. Thank God.
"Ok. I'm sorry. NO!"
"SHUT UP. ITS GOING TO GO COMPLETELY THROUGH HIS ARM NEXT TIME!"
Phil shut his eyes and sighed.
Thud.
Phil's head jerked up to see Dan fall to the floor, the knife no longer in his arm. That was worse. The wound was openly bleeding. Phil ran to the dresser and just barely dodged a bullet as he grabbed a shirt and sweater, and ran back to Dan. He slid Dans jacket on himself and tore the shirt to use on Dans arm.
The men allowed Phil to dress Dans arm, but as soon as he was done, they took them both and started to pull them out of the flat.
Phil heard Dan whimper and he looked back to see the first man yanking Dan along by his cut arm and by his curls. Dan looked at Phil, almost pleadingly, but Phil started to tear up and looked away.
I'm so sorry, Dan. I'll get us out of this mess...
June 30, 2017
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Five Nights At Howell's
Fanfiction- "Am I real, Phil?" Dan spoke quietly. Phil was not expecting him to speak, he was not ready for the question in his head to be said aloud. "I hope not."- YouTube sensation, Dan and Phil, have been whisked away from their homey flat and brought to...
