Frostbite ⇨ Phan

three

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IT HAD BEEN A WEEK since Phil made the deal with the boss, yet no one seemed to have any clue on the whereabouts of Dan Howell. Paranoia was building a place in Phil's mind, but he held his hopes up highly. The days had begun to blur together, Phil getting only a couple hours of sleep every two or three nights, thoughts consuming him.

It was a Sunday when Phil got some sort of evidence on where Dan could possibly be. An old biker told him that Dan ran into the forest a week ago, and hadn't been spotted since. Phil remained skeptical at the man's words, but had no other choice but to believe him.

He parked his motorcycle on the edge of the forest, hoping that it wouldn't get towed. The whispers of the wind tangled in his throat, goosebumps chilling over his body. Phil liked the cold, it was usually calm and quiet, but it could unleash its forces at any moment- he trusted it. But the further he went into the forest, the snow decreased and the buzzing of wildlife replaced the frosty air.

The mixture of leaves and melting snow crunched against his boots, sinking into the ground with every step. By the time Phil couldn't see his motorcycle, the forest grew quiet. This wasn't normal and Phil could tell something was off. His senses couldn't help him anymore, and the feeling of dread hung above him, robbing him of any feeling of comfort he once had.

A faint chirp of a bird loomed in the distance, the air hanging onto the sound to break the silence, but the barrier was too strong. He scanned his surroundings, attempting to search for any footprints left behind, but the snow wasn't strong enough to keep them for long. "Where are you, Dan?" he mumbled, knowing he wouldn't get a response other than pure silence, but the ringing his voice left made him feel more comfortable rather than just silence.

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PHIL HAD BEEN OUT in the forest for nearly the entire day and the thought of giving up wasn't too far away from his reach. The sun was nearly setting, and so were his hopes of finding Dan. Messy, uneven, and short strands of hair fell across his face as the cold winter chill never stopped surrounding him. Impatience filled his body, and he realised he couldn't stay out here for much longer.

    That was, until, a soft achoo sang distantly in the air, slightly startling Phil. Excitement replaced the impatience as his slow, small strides changed to quick and stealthy ones. He approached a cave, the wind whistling around it. In the centre of the cave laid a brown haired boy, his eyes squinted shut as soft snores echoed from his mouth. A faint blush smattered his cheeks and dotted across his nose.

    Phil smiled, "Hello, Daniel."

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[a/n: it's 12:30 in the morning, and i'm at a sleepover, writing a chapter because i'm so social. hope you enjoyed this chapter. yeah it was short. oops]