Dan and Phil Imagines (Requests CLOSED!)

The Run and Go ↣ Yandere!Dan

"You've got to understand the position I'm in, Phil!" Dan exclaims, putting his hand on his chest. It leaves a bloody hand print. "I don't want to give you all of this, but I have no other choice!"

♪Don't wanna hand you all my troubles, don't wanna give you all my demons♪

"Please, Phil, you've got to help me," Dan begs and drops to his knees. Blood drip drops off of his clothes and onto the carpet.

Your heart breaks. "What choice do we have, Phil?" You whisper to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

Phil looks at you in complete shock. "(Y/N)! Dan just murdered somebody!" He looks back down at Dan. "We...we can't help him! If - no, when - he gets caught, we'll be arrested too! For harboring a criminal!"

"Is that all I am to you anymore? A criminal?" Dan asks sadly.

"Uh, yes!" Phil exclaims.

"We're best friends, Phil..." Dan continues, standing up. "And (Y/N)-" He looks sharply up at you, which makes Phil step even closer to you to protect you. "My girlfriend." Dan's expression turns from sad to angry in mere seconds. "And you guys don't even care! You guys won't even help me!" He screams the last two words and walks toward us.

"Dan!" You shriek as the bloody man pulls something silver from his back pocket: a knife.

"Dan, stop it!" You scream again, you and Phil backing up the stairs. "Phil, do something!" You're crying now, tears streaming down your face as Dan keeps coming toward you with the knife.

"Fine!" Phil yells, holding his arms out. The three of you stop. "Dan, you..." He sighs deeply and lowers his voice. "You can s-stay here. Until we figure something out."

Dan brightens immediately, but he still grips the knife in his left hand. You notice he's holding it so tightly his knuckles are white.

"Great." Dan smiles widely, his dimple showing. It absolutely terrifies you.

He walks up the steps toward you, and you can't help but hide behind Phil so you don't have to see his face.

"One condition." Phil puts his hand on Dan's chest to stop him. "You stay away from (Y/N). I guess the only thing I can do is help you, but you are definitely not dragging (Y/N) into this, you understand?"

Dan nods, not looking at Phil, but at you.

"Now put the knife away, and come into the lounge with us," Phil says calmly.

Dan puts the bloody knife in his back pocket slowly, then gazes up at Phil with wide eyes, like an obedient puppy doing a trick and wanting a treat.

You can hear yourself breathing heavily, Phil too. He nods up the stairs, motioning you to go up and into the lounge.

You start up the stairs, Phil holding onto you protectively all the way. The two of you, Dan following, enter the lounge.

"Now sit down," Phil orders sharply, pointing to the couch. Dan does as he's told. "And stay."

"I'm not a dog, Phil-"