So this is a tiny fanfic to danisnotonfire, hoping that he feels better soon. Read it if you’d like. No pairings, just Dan being offered comfort by fans. Warnings: none.

He sat in the corner again, wondering. What was it all for? Was there anything to live for?

Maybe there was because everyone else seemed fine. They were content, happy. Was he broken because he didn’t think that way? He shrunk into himself further at the thought.

The light outside the window shifted and faded, and the boy barely noticed the lengthening of the shadows. Nature could not eclipse his distress.

               “Hello,” a voice spoke. He looked up, panic flashing at the thought of an intruder in his home. Then, wondering at the politeness, possibly a guest of his roommate? Imagining hours of social obligations in this state made his chest ache. He just couldn’t handle it, not now.

               “Hello,” he managed to reciprocate the greeting weakly. He glanced through his fringe to find soft grey eyes staring at him with concern. They seemed to change colors in the light, all different shades within the spectrum of an iris flashing before his eyes. He blinked and when he looked back, the colors had faded.

               “Are you here for Phil,” he asked, then wondered if that were possible. The hair was a pleasant blue-black, dyed obviously, but worn well. It stopped at the shoulders, and the face he was gazing at was kind, but with obscure features, hard to put into concrete terms.

               “No, I came to see you.”

               “Oh. Okay…” Dan attempted not to be slightly creeped out. Had Phil let this person in? Had he/she broken in? Best to keep crazy people talking, he supposed.

               “So, who are you?”

               The small figure giggled and sat across from him on the landing of the stairs.

               “I’m just an idea.”

               “What’s your name?”

               The figure scrunched his/her face in a child-like way.

               “I don’t really have one. Do you know any gender neutral ones? I’m a bit fluid, so it’ll be easier that way.”

               “Oh. Um, alright. Maybe Alex? Sam? I’m sorry, I’m not really good at naming stuff, Phil and I just combined our names to make Dil, so…”

               “Winnie,” the small entity said with finality.

               “I’m not sure-” Dan started to contradict, then stopped. After all, Winnie the Pooh had been a male bear. The name had to apply to both by this point, right?

               “That’s good. Is it like the bear?”

               “Yes, it is. You like him, don’t you?” Winnie tilted their head, curious.

               “Yeah,” Dan was a bit taken aback, but this encounter was entirely weird anyway.

               “He makes you happy. That makes me happy too, which is good. You haven’t been feeling well.”

               “Well, I’ve been thinking a bit, but I’m fine.” For some reason, Dan didn’t want to upset Winnie with his problems. They weren’t worth bothering other’s with, anyway.

               “Wait, what did you mean that you’re an idea?”

               “I’m an idea. That’s what I meant.”

               “I’m going to need a bit more detail on that bit, if you don’t mind.”

               “I suppose that’s fair. I’m the feelings of your fans. You make them happy, but they’re worried about you. Those thoughts were so intense, that I’m here, to try and make you feel better.”

               “That’s great, let me just run upstairs and grab Phil and we’ll get you home…” Dan said carefully, trying to distract the obviously crazy person in his house.

               “You don’t believe me. Here, may I show you something?”

               “I suppose,” Dan said loudly, hoping to alert Phil.

               Winnie waved a hand over Dan, and he felt his mind flood with a warm, fuzzy feeling. At first he wondered if he’d been roofied, drugged somehow through the air, or dust in Winnie’s palm. But it didn’t fog his mind at all. In fact, it felt… nice. He was still a bit depressed, but it was coupled with a feeling of support. Almost as if he could be certain that he’d be alright, one day. And, dare he say it, he felt loved.

               “Better?” Winnie asked, a smile on their face.

               “Better,” Dan said breathily, face an expression of soft shock.

               “Yay,” Winnie clapped, beaming at him.

               Dan turned at the sound of a door opening.

               “That’ll be Phil.” He turned back only to find that Winnie wasn’t there.

               “Dan? You feeling any better?” Phil asked, crouching next to his best friend as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

               “Yeah, I am a little, actually.”

               Phil grinned.

               “That’s great!”

- Every time someone says "Phan is real" you drink.