Prompt: Dan and Phil are kidnapped by a maniac, and Dan is forced to play a number of demented games while one of Philâs fingers are chopped off for every five minutes he doesnât comply. Eventually, they are rescued/escape, but they are both traumatized.
A/N Original name I know- I got given this prompt so we shall see where it goes! [Chocolate for the person who gave me this] AU I guess?Â
Warning: well it sounds like it may be creepy (not so much this chapter) and possible swearing (not that anyone actually cares)
Friday night were always the same- Pizza with Phil, watching re-runs of boring TV shows that Dan had probably seen a million times- but he never really cared too much because well, Phil was there, and he made everything fun.
âSo Dan- Itâs not too cold out, how about we go for a walk?â Phil suggested biting into his 3rd slice of pizza.
âBut its late!â Dan laughed biting into his 4th.
âSo? We have nothing better to do!âÂ
Dan thought for a moment- they didnât really and it was quite warm out, well it was earlier, and he hadnât had a ânight outâ with Phil for quite a long time. âOkâ Phil scurried up excitedly slipping on his shoes and coat.
"I didnât mean now!- we still have tons to eat!â Dan chuckled pointing to the half empty pizza box. Phil pouted.
âPlease- weâll be back in half an hour!â He pleaded, putting his hands together like he was begging Dan.
âOK OK!â Dan laughed raising his hands in defeat and standing up, he too placing on his shoes and coat. Once they were both ready he flicked the light of, grabbed his keys and took Philâs hand. They walked out in the street together, the street lights dim and flickery, giving the air a sense of scariness. Dan nuzzled into Phil- It was a bit colder than he expected.Â
âIsnât it nice?â Asked Phil at Dan. âAll the fresh air- and itâs peaceful! no passers by, no loud caresâ He sighed contently gripping Danâs hand harder.
âIf you say being frozen and kinda creeped out is nice- then yeah sure its brilliant!â Dan replied sarcastically. âBut I have you so I guess itâs not all badâ He lightly smiled, pecking Philâs cheek.
Phil was about to retort until Dan had said that and placed his gentle hot lips on Phils cooled skin. âWell Iâm glad you like something about this walkâ He giggled. They turned a dark corner, an alley. They both knew this place like the back of heir hand- well in day light anyway.
âI donât like it down here at nightâ Dan whispered, his face in a stony frowned expression. âItâs too dark- and scaryâ He muttered trying to not sound too babyish, but completely failed anyhow.
âI know- maybe we should turn backâ Phil bit his lip and lingered for a moment. âYep thatâs what weâll doâ He turned on his heel, Danâs hand still in his.Â
âWait did you hear that?â Dan asked in a frantic whisper- his head batting side to side peering at his surroundings.Â
âNo?â Phil replied back, his eyebrow cocking and his ears pricked trying to hear what Dan was on about.
Dan squeezed his hand. âDonât worry- Itâs probably nothingâ He chuckled at himself. They carried on walking a little, until they were near the end of the menacing alley. Dan looked down at his foot. âFor fuck sakeâ He muttered, bending down as he started to do his shoe lace, which to his annoyance had knotted and un-done. âRight Iâm done nowâ He sighed standing back up. âPhil?ââŚâPHIL?â He shouted. He was turning round frantically- he was there one second ago!
âPHIL THIS ISNâT FUNNY- GET BACK Hâ Danâs shouts were muffled by a cloth, a damp cloth held to his mouth by a gnarled crooked hand. Danâs eyes widened as his brain clicked in to what was happening. âGEFFT OGFF MEFG!â Danâs muffled cries filled the eerily quiet alley. âShhh- Itâll all be OK in the endâ A snarl from a hostile voice murmured into his ear.
He felt his body go limp and his eyes flutter- he began to feel drowsy and his body felt like a ton of bricks had been dumped upon him. He lay there, motionless in his kidnappers arms and allowed himself to being shoved into a van. Probably the most polar opposite of a âplayfulâ shove you can get. Dan lightly groaned, his body still drifting in and out of conciousness.
He looked around, there was Phil, his body limp and slumped into a corner. That was the last thing he saw before he woke up.
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He woke up in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a hanging, rusting bulb above his head. He was gagged and his hands were tied behind his back to the chair. It was kind of a clichĂŠ movie scene.
There in-front of him was Phil- poor Phil with his eyes bigger than the moon, his forehead dripping with beads of sweat. Dan looked at him- as if he had an answer. Phil shrugged his shoulders slightly, not trying to make any sudden movement.
They sat there for a while, tugging at there restraints, only noises of frustration echoing of the walls. Dan had no idea where he was- and that was one thing he was not OK with- he never liked the idea of not knowing. Not knowing who was behind the door, not knowing if he was having a surprise birthday party- Because not knowing made him vulnerable. Right now, Dan was vulnerable- so fucking vulnerable he was shaking and his stomach churned.
Dan started to shuffle his chair more towards Phil, they were knee to knee now- which gave Dan little comfort this place had to offer.
âTut Tut- you wasnât meant to moveâ Came a high but deeply powerful sounding voice. The boys searched round for a body to match the sound but there was not one. âYou canât see me- you imbecileâsâ Boomed the voice. âBut Iâm here- watching you, watching every breath you take, every time your eyeâs close- maybe even for the final time- I will always be watchingâ
So that was it- that was the voice that was going to haunt his dreams- that as if he lived to go to sleep.
