the smoke filled phils lungs.
he was trapped in this building.
the house was dark and vacant, with only a few pieces of furniture.
dan stood leaning on the frame of the back door, his cigarette ashes falling on the ground.
"dan, when will you stop smoking?" phil questioned, coughing.
dan dropped his cigarette, and turned around to phil with a smirk on his face.
"when this world is destroyed, and everything is ours. thats when, my little philly." dan ruffled phils raven hair as he strolled through and to the front hallway.
phil raced after his best friend.
"dan, i cant go on like this." phil grabbed his wrist, causing the brunette to face him.
"like what?"
"like this! every goddamn day we are stuck here hiding from the police and fbi. i dont want to be here forever."
dan raised an eyebrow.
"well if you dont want to be here forever, then lets go."
phils mouth dropped.
"you heard me. go pack your belongings. a bag, if possible." dan rushed upstairs to gather his things.
phil nodded, following after him.
a few minutes later, phil was in his 'bedroom' (which was just a room with a few band posters and a strange woven bed which he had had for years). he packed his blue bag which had white japanese writing on it.
it read: dan and phil
phil smiled. he instantly remembered.
he and dan used to be internet stars. they went on tour and everything.
but the smile quickly faded as he realised that those days would never return.
dan had changed.
he was now a badass guy who smoked, drank, done drugs, killed people, and set places on fire.
phil missed the old dan.
the dan he loved.
all thoughts left as dan ran into the room with his black bag.
"phil, hurry up! shit, we have to go, the police have found us!" dan grabbed phils bag, throwing it over his shoulders and sprinting downstairs.
phil quickly scanned the room before he left.
his eyes landed on a special stuffed animal.
lion.
he had to take him.
hiding the belonging in his jacket pocket, he rushed to his friend.
dan stood at the front door, anxiously waiting for phil.
"this is all your fault dan!" phil shouted as several police cars surrounded the house.
"for fucks sake phil, really? get your act together. no time for arguing right now." dan rolled his eyes.
"dan how the hell are we supposed to escape without getting caught?" phil exclaimed, taking his bag and carrying it on his back.
dan looked out of the window, then back at phil with a menacing grin.
"we dont."
"what?"
"fuck it."
"excuse me?"
"you run. and dont stop running. got it? good."
dan opened the door.
outside stood police pointing guns at them.
"oh, would you look at this, phil?" dan smirked at the police officers.
"mr howell, you will be arrested for criminal offences!" one of the officers shouted.
"no i wont." dan strolled down the stairs onto the same ground as the police, phil cowardly following.
"mr howell, you will! and you will be taken into east england asylum. forever."
"fight me." dan growled, with a husky tone to his voice.
phils eyes filled with fear.
"d-dan?!"
"phil, run. ill handle this." dan pushed phil away from him.
phil nodded.
the police all exchanged glances at each other.
"fire!" the chief (as dan supposed) shot his gun at dan.
phil screamed.
dan dodged it, running over to the chief, punching his face until he bled.
the other officers got involved, and before phil knew it, all the officers were in a fight with dan.
what happened to dan?
phil remembered the old him.
the one who was socially awkward, nerdy, funny, sarcastic, and obsessed with food.
phil got knocked out of his train of thoughts when dan rushed over to him, throwing his bag at him, and shouted.
"phil, run to 'west field'. ill meet you there soon." dan pushed phil again and began running back.
"dan?" phil squeaked.
"hm?" dan turned around.
his hair was curly and messy, and his hands and face dirty.
"please be safe." phil croaked, with a half-hearted smile.
"i will. now go!" dan then proceeded to choke an officer while kicking another one.
phil sprinted from the horrific sight.
dan would be safe, he knew he would.
phil trusted dan in that sense.
he would always find a way in these situations.
phil on the other hand, would rather not fight people.
but he had to.
because dan was the only person he had left.
his only family member still alive was martyn, but they hadnt spoken in years.
phil wouldnt stop running through the streets.
people stared at him.
phil didnt care.
he kept sprinting until he reached the corn field.
the only thing there was corn.
nothing else.
phil ran inside it, sitting down, and pulling out his phone.
he had nothing else to do.
phil opened up the youtube app.
he had tones of notifications since the last time he checked.
some people still supported them.
he played the first pinof.
tears rolling down his cheeks, phil returned the phone to his pocket and pulled out lion.
he hugged the stuffed animal tightly, thinking of the old days.
he cradled himself into a ball, and hoped that dan would hurry up.
and change.
