Fluffed Up Phanfic

The Plushie Fic

Dan was certain he was alone at home. Phil had a craving for a burger and went to go grab a meal. Since Dan already ate dinner a while ago, Phil left him alone. Yeah, Dan was alone. It was kinda boring being at home without Phil. He didn't feel like going on the internet for once in his life. He uploaded a video yesterday and those crazy twitter fangirls were driving him insane. He just wanted to do something and not die of boredom.

Dan hung buspide down on the couch, his black shirt falling down with him revealing his fit stomach to the ceiling. His trash sweatpants clung to his legs as they curled around the couch to allow him to be in this awkward yet relaxing position. He didn't bother with the blood rushing to his head. His chcolate eyes then locked onto the two dolls of him and Phil sitting on the banister.

Dan sat up and turned around, keeping his eyes locked on the plushies as much as he could. He didn't know why he was so focused on these toys, but he was. They were adorable. Giant felt eyes and tiny hands holding onto one another as if magnets were sewn inside of them. They even had mini costumes that reflected their most iconic outfits. Phil's little flannel long sleeve shirt and his little ring shirt that he was wearing right now.

Dan stood up and walked towards the plushies, smiling to himself. He and Phil had so many great times together, didn't they? Like the dolls, they were side by side almost one hundred percent of the time. Of course, Now wasn't the case. 

Dan was right in front of the plushies. He picked the mini Phil only to have the Dan get lifted next to him. He examined their hands to notice that there was black thread stuck in the worse sewing pattern ever to keep their hands forever held by one another. Dan got all philosophical, thinking how it means they'll be together forever and always staying by eachother's side. But in reality, Phil probably did that as a small gesture to himself to try and hint that he may or may not Love Dan. But hey, who knows amirite?

Dan noticed thst under the banister was cubbies. The video game cubbies where they store the disk holders or whatever you call them. In the cupboard under the plushies was a bunch of mini clothes. Dan knew that was just a little thing Phil put in to satisfy his small OCD he had. Dan pulled out the cubby.

Dan reached in and pulled out a small golden top hat. He noticed there were two brims on the hat, so pulled on the lower one to reveal two hats. He looked and saw little golden jackets folded on top of eachother and little canes next to them. Phil grouped all the outfits together Andy folded them, didn't he? That's a Phil thing to do.

Dan took the jackets and tried to put them on the plushies, but their hands were tied so the other arm would be tricky. Then he examined the golden jackets again. It seemed to have a makeshift Velcro system in the jacket. Yep, this was Phil. Dan snickered to himself thinking about Phil playing with the plushies and dressing them up when they happened to wear the outfits that the plushies owned. Dan fastened the jackets on the plushies and placed the top hats on their heads as well as put the canes in the free hands.

Dan smiled at the plushies. Now they were as if they were on the stage show. He could already hear the internet is here playing in the background. Wait a minute... he really did hear that song playing in the background. Dan, in confusion, slowly turned around.

Phil stood in the entryway with his phone out. He was playing the Internet is here on his phone with the biggest grin on his face and a smidge of ketchup he probably didn't notice lingering on his bottom lip. Dan rolled his eyes and walked up to Mister Lester over here being a cocky boi.

"You're a dork."

Dan ruffled his hair, causing him to cringe and duck downwards a little to avoid it. Nope. Rufflage is futile. Dan took his hand away to see Phil blink and compose himself, using his thumb to pause their own song. He then smiles oh so innocently at Dan.

"But I'm your dork!"

And he was damn right.

750 Words.