Fucked up phanfics

The Mincemeat Fic

I've decided to carry it on. Chapter 3

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Dan checked the calendar. Fortunately for him, Phil had actually marked the date his parents would be back.
He had plenty of time. Two and a half weeks.
But he was still very worried about how Phil's family would react to his sudden disappearance. It would be fine for now because he could use Phil's phone to text them, convincing them everything was fine. But what about when they got back?
Dan knew that what he had done - and what he was still doing - was terribly, terribly immoral. But he just didn't seem to care. He knew he would eventually be caught, and that the law was now his enemy, but as of now it just didn't seem to bother him.
The neighbours probably thought the house was empty. The curtains were constantly kept closed for obvious reasons.
Dan looked at his hands. He saw blood. He could have sworn he had just washed his hands, so he washed them again, and again.
He looked away, and out of the corner of his eye, he still saw blood, and that was all he could see.
That's odd, he thought, but he knew it was purely psychological. He was just seeing things.

The soup he had cooked didn't look much different from the chicken bone broth his grandma used to make. It just smelled different and was more gelatinous. It had taken several hours and the bones had been kind of slimy when he removed them after the soup was finished, but he was sure it'd be worth it.
Dan lifted a spoonful up to his mouth. Here goes, he thought, beaming with excitement.
It wasn't that much different from any food he had tasted before. He enjoyed the taste very much. It was saltier than he had expected, but he didn't mind, although he began to wish he had added a few less vegetables to make the savoury taste a little more intense.
Dan took his phone out of his pocket as he ate. He scrolled through the photos on his phone and paused on one of him and Phil. They had their arms around eachother, smiling.
Then he looked down at the warm, sticky soup he was consuming. He had a hard time believing he was actually eating his friend - the very friend he was looking at a photo of now - but carried on eating nevertheless. It was delicious, and he didn't care. He didn't give a shit.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the blood on his hands once again.

The phone was ringing. Dan began to panic until he realised it was fine for him to answer it, because his parents knew he was at Phil's house anyway. They just weren't aware of the horrors that had gone on there.
So he cautiously picked up the phone. When they asked to speak to Phil, Dan just said that he had gone out, and that he probably wouldn't be able to answer all day.
Then he hung up, sweating. I hadn't taken that into account, he thought. Of course they're going to call and see how he is.
Dan wondered if retreating back to his own house would be a good idea, but he wouldn't be able to take the meat with him. There was an awful lot of it, and when Phil's family returned and saw it, they would be able to tell straight away that it was human meat, purely because there was an entire human foot in the freezer, as well as two eyeballs.
The entire jug of blood in the fridge probably wouldn't help either.

Dan wondered if it was possible to survive purely on meat. He had seen articles on the Internet about people who had lived on meat and thrived well. He also knew there were some tribes that thrived mostly on meat, and they were generally very healthy.
His sleeping pattern was pretty messed up. He had just woken up at 5pm after staying up all night again, and was absolutely starving. He heated the oil in the pan as he chopped Phil's heart into smaller pieces. Then he moved on to his liver and kidneys, and a little muscle tissue for a bit more protein.
He dipped the pieces of meat into the batter mixture before dropping them into the hot oil and frying them. It didn't take long at all before they turned perfectly crispy and golden, like little chicken nuggets, but tastier.
He tasted one. It was delicious. Maybe a little fatty, but delicious all the same. He began to wonder why human meat wasn't more commonly consumed, but then he remembered that he lacked the same morals that most people had.
When he finished his dinner, he decided to look for a tool that would allow him to turn Phil into mincemeat. It would be perfect for both himself and his grandma, although transportation could possibly become an issue. He would have to keep it frozen.
The thought of his friend being made into actual burgers and sausages was incredibly satisfying, maybe even arousing. Maybe he had some kind of sick fetish. One thing he was going to miss about Phil Lester was his beautiful face and his charming, kind personality. Phil had never known about Dan's attraction towards him, and Dan was pretty sure the feeling hadn't been mutual, but that didn't stop him having these thoughts.
But, at the end of the day, the fact that he had killed Phil and was eating him just meant that he had him all to himself. No one could take him away from him now.
Once again his mind played that trick on him. In his unconscious, he saw the blood that coated his hands yet again.