(okay but seriously this Phan fic has become a joke idek if anyone is reading this anymore Its really stupid)
Phils POV(I'm carrying on like the last chapter wasn't anyones POV even though we know it's Phils)
I run until I can't run anymore.
But then I regret it.
Burning rage wells up inside my fragile body.
I can't leave Dan alone in that.
What if he got hurt?
What if he was...
No.
I refuse to believe that.
I notice the street I'm on. I'm only about 2 blocks away from the flat.
I check my pockets.
No phone.
"Dammit" I swore under my breath.
'What would Dan do?' That usually how I thought to get myself out of things. Dan was good at that.
Is good at that. He's not dead. That I know of.
Flashbacks of the night when that person swung into the office. The blinding darkness that overcame me.
But I caught a glimpse of their face.
Now that I remember. The face looks familiar.
It can't be..
No...
I've left Dan. In the apartment. With an insane love freak. Who looks oddly familiar to the person who presumably tried to kill me...
What have I done
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Fanfiction(This is bad. im trying to edit this story but I have little time or patience. apologies to anyone reading this in 2019) n this story of terrible chapter titles and stupid moments that make people sick, we discover the life behind the videos as Dan...
