A/N be warned. It gets v v intense.
"Morni- no. Good afternoon, Phil."
"It's nearly night Dan, are you ok?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"Last night, well, this morning... You had another nightmare and you woke up screaming."
Phil didn't want to tell him the whole story in case Dan might get upset about what happened.
"Oh, well. I'm sorry if I woke you."
"You woke Jason too. He had to scream to get you to come to your senses."
"I'm not sorry I woke him up, but I am sorry if I kept you from sleeping.
"I'm fine, I was worried is all. Jason was worried too, he asked if you had the nightmares often. I only told him you used to get them a while ago and that I thought they had stopped."
"Yeah, well, still not sorry. Dinner?"
"I was looking at the food but all I see is pancake powder!"
"Of course that's all you see. PANCAKES IT IS!"
After their dinner-breakfast, it was nearly 8 pm. Dan had pointed that out to Phil but immediately regretted it when Phil started to have a panic attack. Dan managed to get an idea of what Phil was scared about when he mumbled "you nearly died the first time."
"But I didn't. I'm here and so are you, sadly. I won't let either of us get hurt here. Jason may have us captive, but if he didn't rebuild the entire house, that means people still live around us. Come here..."
It looked like Dan had Phil in a tight embrace, but really Dan was whispering the plan to Phil. They decided they would wait until they find the next anamatronic and would lead it to the front door. The robot could break down the door or if it didn't, the noise would attract a neighbour and they could come save them. For the moment though, they had a robot to find.
"Ok boys, are we ready for tonight?"
"Can you leave us be please?"
"I can't tell if that's Daniel being nice or Phil being sassy. Daniel, did you say please?"
"Yes, I did. Now would you do me a favor and leave me and my friend alone?"
"I had almost thought you grew a bit of modesty after your outbreak this morning. One would believe you would grow a bit of respect after I woke you up this morning. You should thank me really."
"T-thank you? Why should I thank you when you relapsed me! I haven't had those dreams in months, it's your fault I'm here and it's your fault that I remember what happened! Did you think I wanted to come back to this house, that I wanted to see my room and think of how I was so angry at the world that I couldn't even bother to get back up and check on my only brother! For God's sake, Jason, what drove you to kidnapping and borderline murder? Are you mad, I know you're trying to kill us, but are you absolutely Mad?"
"Ok, I've had enough of your temper, Daniel. That is no way to talk to your father and it is no way to get yourself out of here. Daniel, would you walk into the living room for a moment. Leave Phil, he needs to stay and watch out for Foxy."
"Sir, not to show disrespect, but why should I trust you to not hurt Dan?"
"He needs to be taught a lesson and unless you want it to happen to you also, I would stay out of it, Mr. Lester."
"O-ok."
Dan started to walk to the steps when Phil ran in front of him, blocking the doorway. "Phil, I'll be fine. Just stay here and wait."
"No! I don't want to, you'll get hurt."
"Phil, my friend, I'll live. If we want to get through this, just- trust Jason to not murder me, ok?"
"You want me to trust him, after everything he's said?"
"No. But for now, have faith. See you in a bit Phil."
Phil lunged at Dan and hugged him tightly. They stood there for a good two minutes just pulled in their embrace. Dan pulled away slowly and walked down the steps without looking back. Phil watched him walk into the living room and out of sight.
Dan walked into the living room and saw a sign telling him to move the couch and open the hatch to the basement. Of course Dan knew the basement was there, he was just never allowed down there. He pushed the couch to the window and opened the small trapdoor. Hesitantly, he went down the ladder and stood in the dark room.
"Hello? Jason? I'm here, come and get me."
"Daniel James Howell, pleasure to see you. Jason isn't here at the moment, unfortunately. He left me in charge."
"Um, sir? Who are you and may I ask what you're going to do to me?"
"Shut you up."
The mystery man drug Dan by his hair to the corner of the room and put his arms and legs in the locks on the wall. Dan tried to move but couldn't make the metal budge. He kept trying until he saw Jason's assistant pull out a nine inch blade and wave it in his face. The blade was moved to Dans Adams Apple and pushed into the flesh, slowly being dragged down his neck. The cut wasn't deep enough to open his throat, but the blood gushed anyway. Dan couldn't breathe without red dripping onto his shirt and a wheezing sound coming from his lungs. Next the knife moved down to his chest where his shirt had been cut down the middle and pushed to his arms.
His bare chest rose up and down as the knife was dragged from just below his neck to his belly button. Dan was careful not to yell and alarm Phil, he would have a hard enough time telling Phil he was ok, let alone if he were to walk down and see the pain he was in. It would break him, Phil Lester, broken by a distant voice and Dan's smart mouth.
Dans blood boiled and overflowed from his torso like a steady waterfall. It splattered all on the jagged stone floor, filling little cracks like puddles. Next, the man moved to Dans arms, not even bothering to leave the already scarring cut alone. He stabbed the previous cut in the same exact way,this time Dan didn't try not to yell. His voice came out harsh and almost like a whimper. He barely had time to brace himself just before his other arm was stabbed in the same spot as the other cut. Neither arm was functional, furthering to prove this "punishment" would leave lasting effects.
The man left for a few minutes only to return with string and a needle. Dan knew better than to think he would sew up the wounds without making him hurt, so he closed his eyes and waited to be jabbed with the needle. Instead, he was heavily surprised when the needle went through his upper lip and down into his bottom lip. He was hushing Dan literally, not just metephorically, he wouldn't be able to speak anymore. Saving himself the misery of feeling the needle make further progress on seeing his mouth, he pulled his head back and knocked himself out.
The last thing he felt was the vibration of Jason coming through the speakers in the house above him.
"Phil, come get Daniel."
August 1, 2017
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