DAN
What I saw next was absolutely insane. Floor to ceiling, covering every wall were Nerf guns, paint ball guns, and ammo.
"Jesus fucking christ," I whispered.
"I know right, it's like seeing your childhood painted onto walls," Phil replied.
I walked up to one of the weapons and touched it gingerly. "Are you sure that this is real?" I questioned.
"100%. Now come on, grab a gun of some sort and the extra reload things and let's go!"
Phil grabbed a Nerf gun and I grabbed a paint ball gun, and we headed on our way. Following my original plan, we shot at all of the cameras we passed, hoping that they would be disabled. We kept a light jogging pace until we got to the front lawn which was guarded by a large fence and attack dogs. At that point, we both broke into a run and Phil jumped ahead of me. He lead me to a small bush-y area where the fence seemed to just cut off.
"Follow me," he said calmly as he pushed his way through a small hole in the bush. I followed cautiously until I saw him starting to stand up. I did the same and looked around us. We had arrived on a sidewalk obviously quite a bit away from Phil's home.
"But how....did.....what..." I stuttered in shock.
"Magic," Phil replied, moving his hands around to prove what he was saying.
"Yes, we all know you're adorable now come on," I said as I grabbed his arm and started pulling him down the pavement. A second later I stopped. "Wait, where are we going?" I asked.
"Can we go to yours?" Phil asked.
"My dad....he's kind of a..how does he put it.....A sociopath. A highly functioning sociopath. In all reality, he's just mental."
"Oh come on, he can't be THAT terrible," Phil replied.
"Let's run down memory lane, shall we? The first time I brought a girl home, oh that was fun. I was thinking about asking her to some stupid school dance or something so my dad asked to meet her. Stunning girl, brown eyes and black hair, I thought she was the coolest person ever. As soon as I brought her in, he said 'too tired' and slammed the door in her face. Needless to say, she didn't talk to me again."
"That's harsh....but not terrible. Is there worse?" Phil asked me.
"Much. I basically took a break from the non-Internet human race for about a year. I became pretty good friends with some guy on Tumblr, so I decided it was time to meet in person. He wanted to come to mine, to "meet this sociopath of a dad" I had been talking about. He traveled all the way from Manchester to London, and my dad literally just said "no" and walked into his room. It's not like he's a homophobe, considering my other parent is also a guy named John. I didn't understand what was wrong. I decided to just let my dad be and talk to this guy, his name was Chris, by the way. We ended up kissing, but it only went on for a bout 2 seconds as it felt weird and off for both of us. We're still friends, you should meet him sometime. He also has a friend called PJ who is definitely secretly just a bit more. I mean what shhhh you heard nothing. They're really great, and two of my closest friends.
The problem ended up being that Chris had a box of mints in his pocket that my dad thought was a condom. He actually told Chris that the next time he came over, and he just laughed. I think it actually helped our friendship along a little bit."
"That actually seemed to end okay. Are you sure he's as terrible as you think?"
"There's one more. This one is a little bit...different from the others..."
AUTHOR THING:
Hello humans. How are you doing on this day? Personally, I'm actually doing pretty well in general. I'm about a month and a half clean and hoping to keep it up, as well as just getting back from Saint Louis (which was freaking awesome) earlier this week. I'm at my dad's house, which kind of sucks, but it could be much worse, so I shouldn't complain.I'm sorry about the ending of this chapter being sooner than expected (and than it was done last time), but I wanted to get this explanation out there. I went in to edit this chapter, clicked the wrong button, and deleted half of it. I don't know what I did, but I can't get it back. Another chapter should be out in the next couple of hours.
I love you all, thank you so much for reading this and putting up with whatever happened with my phone (which I am currently writing this on, but I should be using something better soon).

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FanfictionDan is Sherlock and John's son. Phil is Moriarty's. The two meet and seem to immediately form an unbreakable bond.