Five Nights At Howell's

I'm Home

To clear any confusion, if there's any, if it is not specified, then p.o.v.s will switch randomly. You will be able to tell by the way it way it goes from ("Phil...?" "Yes" to "Dan?" "Yes") or the thoughts from whichever person. It won't be hard to notice, I promise. ☺
ONTO THE STORY

Dan allowed the person dragging him to throw him into a van. He landed face first, and Phil landed next to him, just slightly to his right. Dan felt the man lean into the car and tie his hands together, with rather rough rope, too. He was pushed up so he could lean against the wall. The man looked at Phil with a questioning glare, Phil sat up and allowed the man to tie him too. The back doors were then shut and the two of them were left alone.

"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. How's your arm?"
"It's- it's fine."

Dan stuttered and turned his gaze away from his best friend. He couldn't look at Phil, knowing that he led him into this mess.

"Hey, look at me, would you?" Phil pushed on. "Dan, don't lie to me. You're not saving anyone by lying and looking away doesn't stop me from seeing the hurt on your face."

Dan looked back at Phil and opened his mouth, as if to speak, but no words came out. When he tried again, he couldn't stop talking.

"You know Phil, one would say you're too innocent to even say something remotely harsh. They might go to say you're too precious, you wouldn't be able to handle what's in the real world. I agree, especially with the last one. You couldn't tell our captors off if I gave you a paper to read off of. I shouldn't have screamed, if I hadn't, you wouldn't be here. You could have slept and then notified the police in a few hours. You could have at least gotten to call your mother, let her know what was going on. Now- now you're stuck with me, in this bloody vehicle with two God damn sporks who think it's ok to intrude on someone's flat and kidnap them. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be here."

Phil just stared at Dan, eyes wide and tearing up. Phil was used to the "You're such a smol bean Philly- so sweet and pure. He can't even cuss!" Talk. He knew he couldn't do anything to stop what was happening, in just wasn't in his nature. Phil knew he was a sweet, well-raised person.

But that didn't stop Dans speech from hitting him deeply.

"Dan, don't beat yourself up over this. It's not your fault. I would rather be here with you than at the flat waking up and looking in your room, only to find you were gone and some bloody trail leading no one knows where. Please stop crying."

Dan looked into Phil's eyes and immediately looked outside the window. He heard metal hit metal and knew they had crashed.

"What's going on?"
"We're here. Now shut up, we don't want a repeat of what happened a few hours ago, now would we?"

Phil jumped in before Dan could even process what to say.

"No sir, we don't. We'll be quiet and we'll cooperate."

"That's good. Just to be sure..."

The man then smacked both of them with the butt of his gun. They both fell down and smacked their heads on the floor boards.

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Phil woke up first. He sat up quickly but that made him dizzy, so he lay back down. He watched Dan as he shook and turned in his sleep.

Dan swore he was over the nightmares. What could he be dreaming about this time?

Phil wipped the sweat off Dans face and pulled Dans' jacket up to his face.

"Wait. We're untied..."

"That is correct."

Phil jumped, but recollected himself and sat there embarrassed that he had been so easily scared. He heard laughing above him and scowled at the fact they were being listened in on. Phil remembered that Dan was asleep and checked on him. Dan was still shaking, but he seemed to be unharmed by the voice up above them.

"Could you- could you please be quiet. I reckon Dan's going to need this sleep, no matter how bad he looks."

"Yes. He certainly will. Then again... He will want to go back to dreaming when he wakes up. The light is above you, when you're ready, turn it on. We'll be watching."

Phil shuddered at the last part, and continued to watch his friend while he slept. Not even ten minutes later Dan woke up in a panic and sat up abruptly.

When Phil turned on the lights, Dan screamed again, this time louder.

"Dan! What's wrong? Stop yelling!"
"P- Phil...

We're at my old house."
"How? Dan what do you mean?"

"Phil... I'm home. We're in my old room."

July 3, 2017