Phil Lester X Reader SMUTS AND IMAGINES

In The Real World

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Phil Lester X AnyGender!Sim!Reader

Setting: (Y/N) is a Sim created by Phil, who comes to life and visits him.

1098 words - unedited

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The game was starting up. I was stored in the file folder, waiting. I hoped my game would be played. Diagnostics were running and the titlescreen loaded along with the music, which was playing through the earphones plugged into the laptop. It's a little weird to say that I was scared, but I was. I am scared. Being stored on a laptop, I could be lost forever in the case of a spilled drink or virus.

I am a video game character, created by the player I do as I am told. The player controls me and my actions. My whole entire life is in their hands. When I sleep, eat, socialize, and even the way I die. It's at their stake. That is my purpose. Sometimes I wish there was more to it. Then sometimes the diagnostics list the code files that let's me wish as trash and they get deleted. I'm not supposed to think. I'm not supposed to be aware.

But I am.

The world's load up. The player clicked on mine! My files load up to where they last left off. I am played. My game is played.

I know my player. His name is Phil Lester. Carefully, without being marked as a hacker or virus, I went through his files to get to know him. I downloaded the English language onto my drive and saved it. I watched his videos- the unedited ones in his folders. It's nice to know who he is. I wish I could get to know him. I wish I could thank him.

He talks to me when he plays the game. I can hear him through his mic. Usually it's just muttering but sometimes he pretends to have conversations. I think he's lonely. I want to make him less lonely.

As he's playing the game, I open a search engine to see if it is possible to talk to him. Or to maybe become real.

After coding and hacking the interweb, I found a way to possibly get to Phil. He paused the game, and pressed save.

"Sorry, (Y/N).  It's getting late." Phil yawns. "Sims will have to wait until tomorrow." He says. He exits.

I feel my files start to save and run code. I start to send my files and code over to my new home. I'll soon see Phil.

***

I knocked on the door. I knew where his flat was. After a few minutes I heard the locks jingle and it opened up to a man with curly, fluffy hair. I noticed him in some of the videos. I tilt my head to the side. The man concerningly looked me up and down. "Phil?" I asked.

The man turned his head, not taking his eyes off me. "Phil? There's someone here to see you." He says. I blink a few times and hear some footsteps. I then notice Phil, coming up next to the man. I smile instantly. "Phil!" I say, excited.

His eyes widened. "Do I know you?" Phil asks.

My grin fades. "It's me. (Y/N) (L/N)." I say. He thinks for a minute, then laughs, a bit scared. "Please don't be scared." I say. "You created me. From The Sims!" I say.

Phil grabs my arm and pulls me inside, closing the door. "Dan," he says to the man. "Grab one of my shirts from the wash, please?" He says. The man, Dan, nods and goes into a different room.

"Sit down." Phil says. Instantly, I take a seat. Phil is avoiding to look at me. Dan gives me a shirt. "Please cover up." Phil says.

I stand up and put on the shirt over the salmon pink undergarments I was wearing. "Thank you." I say. Phil nods, still avoiding to look at me.

"Okay, you said... I created you?" Phil asks me, sitting. He gestures for me to sit and I do as he commands. I nod. "How.. why are you here?" He says.

I become sad. "I thought you'd be happy to see me.." I say. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"No, no! I am." Phil says. "I mean..  when I created you I was created my dream..." He clears his throat. "I meant... How are you real?" He rephrases.

"After you saved my file I was able to open a web browser before the game closed and found a top secret government printer- almost like a 3D printer, but it prints computers. Any shape. I practically am a computer so I sent my texture file equations to the printer to print me out. After I was able to print, I uploaded all my memory files into the cloud, and then into this vessel." I gesture to myself.

Phil blinks. "How did you find me?"

"Easy." I say "I tracked the exact logitude and latitude of my last save."
Phil looks at me, speechless. I frown. "I should... I should go." I stand to leave and he stands with me, grabbing my hand.

"No!" He shouts. "I don't want you to go.." he chews on his lip. I look down at our hands. my chest feels warm and I can't help but smile a bit.

"We can find a way." Phil says. "A way to.. Be together." He says my eyes flicker to his and his face goes red.

"I mean! Like..!" He stutters "I can teach you how to be in this world and you can stay with us and stuff!" He says, jolting his hand back.

My smile grows wider and I walk over to him. I give him a hug. "Thank you." I say.

I feel him relax. "Of course.."

***
Weeks later..

I wake up with a gasp, a little afraid. A nightmare almost. I look down at the sheets, then at my side. I exhale. I'm still here. I'm with Phil.

Phil stirrs in his sleep, waking slowly. "Are you okay?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his eye. His voice was low and scratchy.

I nod, smiling. "I am now." I say. I hug him, cuddling my head into his chest. He chuckles a bit and plays with my hair.

"I had a dream I wasn't here with you." I whisper. Sadness washes over me.

"It's okay." Phil says. "You are here." He holds me close.

He's warm and happy. I close my eyes, exhaling again. I whisper, "I love you."

And as I slowly drift back to sleep, I can almost feel the smile on his face as he says "I love you too."