Dan & Phil Oneshots

FNAF (Night 5)

I had a pretty interesting time telling the boss how Phil had been damaged. He let out an exasperated sigh and let me go, unlocking the front of the building so the morning staff could get in.

As soon as I got back in my house and my head hit the pillow, I was off in dream land, sitting in a big field with the sun setting in front of me. I turned to my right and found Phil sitting beside me, his legs stretched out in front of him. My eyes grew wide as he turned to me.

His metal was replaced with a smooth skin, complete with a few freckles on his arms and cheeks. His painted mouth was gone and replaced with a pair of lips that settled easily into a smile. He pushed himself onto his feet and walked over to me, extending a hand for me to take.

It was like the hand I grabbed last night, minus the metal plates and screws. The smooth material was still the same, the heat was still the same. I stood up and looked at his face. His cheeks were a light shade of red, similar to earlier this morning during my shift. His eyes were the same ones I looked into as I held onto his injured neck; strikingly blue, yet warm and kind.

I closed my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, his hands making their way gracefully around my back as he attacked my neck with soft kisses. I raised my hands into his hair, smiling even more when I felt the soft strands run between my fingers. His touch was everywhere, leaving warm trails across my body. It was the kind of pleasure that wasn't overwhelming, but teased you just enough to make you want more. More... more...

"More," I said as I woke up to the sun setting through the curtains. I sighed and looked at the clock, seeing it was 8:00pm. I stretched and laughed as my stomach loudly chorused a series of rumbles. I guess I should have something to eat and take a shower.

After a quick scrub, I was wrapped in a hoodie and underwear with a bowl of cereal balanced precariously on my leg as I switched on the TV. I sunk into the sofa crease and began shoveling the food down as a lady discussed politics. Bored, I switched it over to the Food Network, instantly getting hooked into whatever kind of éclairs the man on screen was baking. Before I knew it, I was back on the couch with a second bowl of cereal to compensate for not having any éclairs.

Letting out an obnoxiously loud burp, I set the bowl aside and ventured onto my computer, scrolling through Tumblr and liking everything new and weird. It wasn't long before I looked up to see that the time was 11:00; time to get dressed and head to my last night on the job.

The sky was clear tonight, showing off a plethora of stars in its black abyss. I hummed along to Muse as I drove downtown, stopping at a red light along the way. The roads were nearly empty and most of the shops were dark. A couple was kissing under a lamppost while a young man walked his dog across the street. I drove on, my eyes soon catching the familiar gas station I parked across from these past 4 nights. Parking and taking up two spots (but no one else was there, so it didn't matter), I jumped out and did the usual lock-the-car-and-go-inside routine. Phil, once again, stood by the entrance to the door, leaning against the frame with his arms hanging by his sides.

I took off my coat and went over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I can't believe this is the last night," I said as I nudged my head into the crook of his neck. I felt his head shift up and down as I stood there.

I pulled away and went to the desks, checking for suspicious activity. However, before I could progress past the first room, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and faced Phil, who was standing patiently by my chair.

"What is it?"

He stepped back a bit and stretched out his arms, bringing his hands together swiftly. After a second of holding them together, he flung his hands into the air and all of a sudden, a rose popped out of them. He gracefully caught it and lowered it down to me, bowing as he held it.

I took the rose, inhaling its aroma. Phil stood back up with an extremely noticeable blush dusting his cheeks. I laughed and stood up, too, walking over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek before hugging him. I pulled back just enough to where we still had our arms around each other, yet we could properly look at the other one. My eyes found their way to his and were captured in the blueness. Traveling to his nose, I raised a hand and gently stroked he bridge of it, feeling the soft mound that sat pristinely on his face. Then I caught a glimpse at his mouth, confused to find the crack there more noticeable than before. I gently traced my thumb over it, doing it again and again and wondering how it got there. I pulled my hand back quickly as it started getting wider, and I was soon able to see two rows of teeth, probably never seen before by anyone else.

I looked back into his eyes and held my breath as he opened his mouth. So far, he only managed to move his jaw. I stood in silence, waiting.

In that span of silence, I heard a faint "D-"

My eyes widened and I watched as his mouth closed and reopened. He tried again.

"D-"

"Da."

My heart was beating quickly as I stood there, eyes locked onto his face as he slowly came to life.

"Da-"

But before I could do anything, even cry one tear of joy, Phil was forcefully ripped out of my arms and flung across the room. His entire body collided with the wall, sending a loud *crash* echoing throughout the room. I whipped my head around to find Foxy standing there, pirate hook and everything. He barely even glanced at me before pounding over to Phil and picking him back up, slamming him onto the ground soon after. I could only stand there as Phil was beaten up by the fox, barely able to fight back. Eventually, Foxy tossed him back towards me, his body landing to the left of where I was standing. I could only look at him as he laid there, deathly still.

~Warning-kind of gory and very disturbing~

Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head as Foxy's hook collided with it. I began to sway, my vision blurring from how hard I took the hit. I could barely register that Foxy had flung me to the ground and pinned me down, holding his hook around my neck and his hand on my head. My vision cleared just enough to where I could see Foxy's triumphant grin. I screamed louder than I ever had before as he began forcing my head at an awkward angle, making my nerves set on fire. I flailed my arms and legs in a pitiful attempt to throw him off of me, barely even shaking him as he sat on my torso. I felt the pressure on my head lighten up, so I gulped in a quick breath before my head was violently shoved the other way, creating a loud *snap* as my neck broke.

I was in too much pain. My vision was fading rapidly. Everything felt either numb or on fire and there was nothing I could do.

I watched, unable to speak or do anything as Foxy got up and looked at me one last time before slowly walking out of the room.

I looked a little to my left, seeing Phil lying right beside me. His face was directed towards me, but his eyes were closed. I managed a weak "Phil" as I laid there. But nothing happened.

"Phil," I said, mustering up all the volume I could in the condition I was in.

I saw his eyes faintly twitch before he opened them a little bit. They were still the wonderful blue color I came to know and love, but held a sense of pain and sadness. "Phil," I said as I tried uselessly to reach out to him. I saw him smile a real smile with his mouth before slowly moving his hand towards mine. He grasped it limply, but it was enough to connect us at this time. I looked back up at him, unable to keep the tears from rolling down my face. I barely felt the shock I would've properly felt as he also let some tears fall. I could feel my vision blurring once again, but before it went away forever, I saw him open his mouth.

"Dan."

And our worlds went black.