So What If I'm Crazy? (Phan AU)

Eerie. The night was black as pitch, and it was eerie. Creaking chains and chirping crickets were the only sounds in the ominous darkness. That, and laughter.
Thigh-high sock covered legs pump higher on the rickety swing set, getting closer to the stars each second, but never quite there. Swings creaked, laughter squeaked, blood staining the mulch below. A glitter in the darkness. Higher, faster, farther from the Crimson disaster he's left in his wake. His efforts are in vain, though, as he can never go all the way around. Always forced to swoop back down from his high, back down to rock bottom.
In the distance, police sirens start up, his laughter dies down, and then, silence.

(Or, the one based off of Melanie Martinez's "Mad Hatter", in which Dan is a bit of a pastel psycho and Phil seems to drag himself into the mess that results.)