prints//phanfiction

Phil Lester was a creative man. He was never afraid to let his imagination run wild, so it was no surprise that the things he had put into the world had become a success. Only, although the things he had created were quite fascinating, you would never want them to be a reality, would you? You would never dream that people would need to feed baskets, surely not, but what if one of his most terrifying creations was living in his very house? Not very convenient, if you ask me.

(I realise the description is better than the actual story at this point, but I'm working on writing some more of this phanfic that's actually good (I was going to put this as part of the story but decided against it so I guess this is a sneak peak idk???)