Goodnight little lion

The real Chapter Five

*back to 3rd person
Author's note:
I might be using Dan and Phil's point of views more often now. Maybe not. Who knows? Sorry for inconvenience! *

For the next month, Phil was sung or played to sleep by Dan, and soon, he started to depend on it.

A month later..

"Dan, you can't go!"

Dan was packing his bags with Phil following him like a lost puppy, whining on the sudden news that Dan had to go to a meeting with YouTube.

"You know I have to go, it's YouTube!"

"If you're going, why aren't I?"

"I don't know, how am I supposed to know?"

Zipping up his bag, Dan headed to the door to find Phil blocking his way, a serious look on his face.

"What am I going to do at night?" Phil whispered, a scared tone to his voice.

" Oh, Phil. " Dan mumbled before pulling his best friend into a hug. A tear made it's way down Phil's face snd Dan wiped it away with his thymb, looking into Phil's sky blue eyes as he did so.

Suddenly, Dan dashed back into his room, looking for something important. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a small plush toy. It was one of two toys a fan had sent them, each toy a close resemblance to Dan and Phil. The toys were as big as pinkie fingers, and they had both taken their own mini versions of themselves.

"Here." Dan said, holding out the toy. "Nightmare Doll" He explained at Phil's quizzical look.

"You have mine and I have yours. You put it under your pillow before you sleep and it'll chase the nightmares away."

Phil took the doll before rushing to his room to get his. He gave it to Dan and they both walked out the front door together, laughing and joking around before they said goodbye.

"So I'll call you every night at 10 and I'll sing to you, okay?" Dan said as they hugged. Phil nodded before Dan climbed into the cab, waving at him cheerily from the window.

Later that day.....

Phil looked around. He was sitting in the lounge on his laptop, but everything seemed different with Dan gone. Sighing, he closed the laptop and went upstairs to Dan's room to try and relax. Sitting at his desk, Phil found a small little drawer in the main one at the top. Opening it, he found a metal box. Fingers trembling, he opened it to find his worst nightmare inside.

Razor blades, with fresh blood running along the tip.