Phan Oneshots

The Mirror

So this is a soulmate au thing I guess?  You'll see 

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Phil had never met his soulmate.  Never heard from or of them.  He was beginning to think that maybe he didn't have one.  Almost everyone met their soulmate by the time they turned twenty, and Phil was well past that age.  He was desperate.

So desperate, in fact, that he drove three hours in an old car with a broken AC during summer just to go to a garage sale on the edge of a small town.  The place was quite run-down; the furniture antique yet cheap-looking, the China dishes chipped and caked in a layer of dust that hadn't been wiped away.  Apparently someone's great-aunt had died, and since for some reason no one wanted anything from her home, it all went to this garage sale, where you could buy pretty much anything for a fraction of its worth.

Why was Phil here?

He had read online that there were special mirrors designed so that you could see your soulmate instead of your own reflection, no matter what.  And Phil wanted more than anything to see his soulmate.  There were only a few dozen of these in the world, and were rumored to be a hoax.  Yet this was one of the only ones out there, and if it meant at least seeing his soulmate, Phil was up to it.

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The price tag read twenty pounds.  Extremely underpriced or severely overpriced?  That depended on its ability to function properly.

"It's cursed."

"What?"

"That mirror.  It's cursed.  Doesn't work the way it's supposed to.  I checked myself.  I can't even get a reflection of myself.  Rather creepy, really.  Just figured you should know before you buy it."

The young man turned the mirror over as proof.  This didn't quite work as planned.

Instead of a normal mirror or a reflection of nothing at all or anything Phil would've expected, a boy stood, dark brown eyes reaching out and pulling at Phil's soul.  Begging, pleading.  Phil had to buy this mirror.

"I'll take it."  He handed over the money.

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Phil had forced himself not to look at the mirror properly again until it was hanging securely in his apartment.

When he did, the boy was still there, waiting, watching  carefully.  He had slightly toned skin and brown hair thrown up in curls.  He wore all black clothing, and his ears had black piercings in them.  He was beautiful.  Yet his eyes were the most breathtaking part about him.  They say eyes are the window to the soul.  If that's true, this guy's soul must be horribly saddened.  It was like seeing a once-loved item of some sort left out, broken and unwanted, in the cold.  Phil wanted nothing more than to make his eyes happy again.  Assuming they ever were.

"What's your name?" Phil asked the figure gently.

He said nothing, looking confused.  Then, slowly put a finger to his ear, as if to tell Phil he wasn't heard.

Something told Phil to write on the mirror.  So he did.  He wrote out the question again with a nimble finger.  The letters trailed out in its wake, black ink in his handwriting smudging and dissipating as fast as it could be read.

The boy wrote back.  Dan.

They wrote back and forth for the rest of the night, but Dan seemed to be avoiding something.  It was probably just Phil's imagination, though, as he acted normally enough.  Still, he decided to make sure.

May I meet you?

Dan froze, a deer in headlights.

No, was the swiftly written reply.

Why not?

Because.

Because why?

Dan seemed to be getting upset, so Phil quickly scrawled out a sorry.

Dan looked to be having a mental debate, before finally making a decision.  No - don't be.  It's because... a pause.  Because I'm dead.

Phil took a step back, utterly shocked.  But Dan didn't emphasize, and Phil didn't ask him to.

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Over the next few months, Dan easily became Phil's best friend.  They spent hours chatting every night, and Phil almost never left him for too long.  Dan hated being left alone.

Occasionally, Phil would purchase little gifts for Dan.  Mostly stickers to cover the edges of the mirror.  This always made Dan smile, yet the happiness never reached his eyes.  In return for his efforts, Dan would draw little pictures in the corners of the mirror.  Sketches of flowers or sometimes a drawing of Phil.  But they were always whisked away by the unknown.  But they made Phil smile, and when Phil smiled, so did Dan.

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Phil hated leaving for so long.  But his friends - the living ones that could not be reached through cursed mirrors - were worrying about Phil barely leaving his apartment.  Phil wouldn't even go to work anymore, and relied completely on meager savings and his parents attempts to keep him fed.

Therefore, he was dragged off to a wedding.  Chris and Pj's, apparently.  Phil was hardly aware they were even dating in the first place.

Finally, it was over.  Phil made sure to pick up some stickers on the way home.

Kittens and puppies.  Those ones always made Dan smile.

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Police cars were parked outside the apartment building.  Phil hopes everything was alright.

But more were in the hallway.  More yet outside his own room.

Phil was panicking by now.  He had to practically beg an officer to let him through, but eventually, he was.

Immediately, he rushed to his bedroom, where he had rehung the mirror.  Yellow police tape and more people in uniforms crowded the apartment, but Phil took no notice.  His room was miraculously empty.  He dared to hope.

He should have known better.

The mirror.

Broken.

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Just like all of your hearts hahahaha I regret nothing 

Sorry that was kinda bad it's like three am and I don't really have any coherent thoughts 

Sleeping disorders and weird times for feeling inspired to write suck but it's all I have now 

So uh yeah I'll take requests maybe (not that there's anyone to take requests from) (besides you maybe)?  No smut though you filthy fothermuckers only fluff and angst (my favorite because I have no heart haha) so uh yeah just pm me or whatever