Sequel to the Black Parade Fic
Dan was sipping some morning tea, unlike the coffee pig in the house, when he noticed that Phil as talking in his room. Phil is always talking to himself, but he was using his profound voice he uses in videos. He must be recording. But seriously, who the hell Records a video at sevennin the morning before they had to go on an airplane this afternoon!?
Dan sighed, putting his tea back down on the counter. He looked over to the direction of Phil's room he claimed. The door was wide open. Dan, being the literal trash bag he was, instantly thought of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. Dan shook off the idea. Phil probably wants to give a wholesome video to his Phillies, and that was okay. Dan walked over so he could hear what Phil, was saying clearly instead of the echo infested sound mumbles that was what he could hear from the kitchen.
"So after that fiasco Dan decided to approach me wearing that emo mess. He dragged me away and-"
Oh wow, telling the story of what happened back in Colorado during the American Tour. He thought they agreed that what happens in Denver stays in Denver and they would just focus on their Australian tour next. Dan pursed his lips, trying to think of a good way to get back at Phil for this. His milk chocolate eyes landed on the door. A smirk went over Dan's lips.
"Then the drunk teenage girl dragged us both into the center of the room and-"
"AND I CHIMED IN HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THR GOD DAMN DOOR!!!"
Phil jumped, squealing a little bit as Dan entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Phil probably should have closed the door. Phil cringed himself together on his bed, grabbing his pillow like a weapon and already hidden under his covers. His reflexes have gotten better over the jumpscares, haven't they.
"And that's why we don't talk about what happened in Denver."
Dan flopped onto the bed next to Phil. Phil grabbed a pillow and slammed it onto his face. Dan blinked twice and glanced up at Phil, who was pouting. He put down the pillow and crossed his arms, along with his legs.
"You just ruined my livestream!"
Oh? He was livestreaming this? He thought it was just recording! Whelp, there's no editing thst out now. Dan sat up, looked at the camera dead in the eyes, and gave them the beard doge ole he could. Phil laughed, shoving his shoulders until he fell onto his side.
"You deserve it!"
The two boys laughed before sitting back up and finishing the story for their lovely viewers.
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