The knife fic

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One day, Dan went to the doctors to get a checkup. They prescribed him special pills to help calm him down because he has been stressed out lately. As he arrived back at his apartment, he carelessly took out a pill (or two) and gulped it, then drinking some water. The doctors told him to take two pills a day but not at the same time. There could be some dangerous side affects but Dan didn't give one shit about it, he just wanted to relax and free his mind from stress. He walked over to the kitchen and started to feel a bit queasy inside but then it went away. His vision started to blur and his arms and knees were weak, like he couldn't feel his own body. All Dan could remember was grabbing a knife off of the marble kitchen counter before his vision blacked out. He woke up on the couch, who knows how long he passed out. But he was still gripping the kitchen knife in his hands.

"Oh, your awake!" Phil chirped as he sat next to Dan on the living room couch.

"You...." Dan's voice fainted and he sniffed Phil.

"Smell good." Dan's eyebrows lowered and made an evil smile.

"Uhhh Daniel, are you okay?" Phil frowned. He noticed Dan with the knife behind his back.

All of a sudden, Dan tackled Phil like he was a hyena or some shit. Phil yelped and made high pitched screams as Dan held him down on the couch and pulling down his pants.

"D-Dan, Snap out of it!" Phil cried.

"That really butters my biscuit." Dan's pitch of voice went up and down. Those pills were very strong on Dan. He twirled the knife in his hands and spat on it, then putting it near Phil's entrance.

"Dan what the fuck are you doing!? Don't you dare put that knife up my ass!" Phil hissed as he was pinned down. Dan smirked, he seemed to enjoy this. Without warning, he shoved the knife down Phil's butthole.

"YeehAw bItchEs" Dan's laugh was scary.

Phil gripped on the couch cushion and screeched in pain and pleasure. Dark red blood started to pour out Phil as Dan twisted the knife up his butthole.

"WOwOwOw YeE liKe ThAt PhIl?" Dan smirked and drool spilled out his mouth.

Phil screamed and started to shake like he was going to explode. Dan kept his eye on his ass and pulled out the knife, blood dripping down the knife onto his buttcheek.

"oKaY pHilLy iM gOiNg tO pUt tHiS kNiFe So fAr uP yOuR aSs tHaT yOu cAn TaSte yOuR oWn bLoOd" Dan said in a eerie tone. He tilted his head down and his smile grew wider.
Phil could feel the knife entering him again, but this time the whole knife was up his ass and Dan couldn't get it out. His hands were covered in blood and then he smeared it onto his face like he was taking a shower.

Phil's screams were never ending and always high pitched. Dan spent 10 minutes trying to retrieve the knife from Phil's ass but he figured it was up his rectum. Phil's body was stiff as a board and his eyes were closed. Looks like Dan killed him by penetrating him with a knife.

"pHiL wAkE uP yOu dIrtY wAnKsTaIn! CLeAn tHiS sHit uP!" Dan yelled at poured some blood on his face, trying to wake him up. Dan stared at his lifeless body and threw him out the window. Dan is now in prison.

The end.