SPØØKY WEEK SPECIAL 6/7
Songfic for "The Run and Go" by twenty øne piløts
Rewritten Spøøky Week Edition of my all-time favorite imagine. Darker, scarier, creepier, and of course...spookier.
"Please...d-don't."
"Oh, shut up. I'm just giving you what you deserve."
"I-I-I never did anything to hurt you..I don't even know y-you!"
"Well, no, but you did hurt (Y/N). And you're going to pay for that."
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The entire lounge is dark. The glowing TV screen is the only source of light. The clock reads ten minutes till midnight.
"I'm a bit worried about Dan, (Y/N)."
You turn away from the TV and look at Phil, who's sitting on the couch next to you. His left leg is absentmindedly bouncing up and down.
"What d'you mean?" You question.
Phil turns away from staring at the TV and looks at you. His face is creased with worry, his eyes dull with concern.
"He said he was just going out to the shops. He's been gone for a really long time."
You frown, a seed of worry planted in your mind.
"I'll call him," you decide.
You pick up your phone and ring Dan. You put the call on speaker, and Phil leans closer to you. You wait in silence as the phone rings and rings. The soft light from your phone illuminates your face and Phil's face, creating an eerie glow around you.
"H-Hello?"
Your eyes widen and your heart jumps when you hear his voice pick up. "Dan?"
"Y-Yes...love?"
"Dan, where are you?" You rush out.
"When are you coming home?" Phil adds.
"I'll come h-home..." Dan's voice on the end sounds nervous. Distracted. Like he's doing something else and not focusing on talking to you. "When I'm...finished."
"Finished what?" Phil asks.
There's no reply.
Not from Dan, anyway
Faintly, in the background, you hear a distant bloodcurdling scream.
"Oh God..." You hear a voice mumble quietly. Dan, you think. You're not sure. You can't really hear. "What did I just do...?"
Phil looks at you with wide eyes.
"Dan?!" You yell urgently into the phone.
"I'm coming home now. Love you," Dan says, his voice low and husky, but also quick and anxious.
And with that, the phone goes dead.
You stare at the phone in shock, mouth slightly agape.
"P-Phil..." you stutter, still unable to move. "What just happened?"
"I..." Phil shakes his head. "I don't know—!"
Anxiety starts to form in your stomach and in your brain, but denial soon takes over.
That wasn't a scream. Don't worry. You must have misheard him. Misunderstood. Everything is fine.
"We need to go find him," Phil says quickly, jumping up from the couch.
"Phil, wait—!" You stand up and grab his arm, stopping him from leaving the room.
"I'm scared, (Y/N)!" He argues, yanking his arm out of your grasp.
You can barely see him in the dark, but you can tell by the tone in his voice he's terrified.
"I am too, Phil!" You yell defensively. You always do that. You always get angry when you get anxious or scared. "B-But we can't just go out after him! We don't know where he is, w-we don't know what he's doing—"
"What if he's in trouble?!"
Phil's words hang in the air.
You don't know.
And that's terrifying.
A chilling silence sets over the room.
That silence is interrupted by a loud BANG that seems to resonate through the whole flat.
It's the front door, slamming very loudly.
"PHIL!"
A long, drawn out scream fills your ears.
"(Y/N)!"
Dan.
You swear you can hear his heavy breathing all the way downstairs.
It's so quiet after the scream you can actually hear yours and Phil's beating hearts.
♪Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum.♪
Dan screams at the top of his lungs, a high-pitched, bloodcurdling scream, but it fades out into a choking sob.
Phil stares at you, or rather above you, with his mouth slightly agape. It seems like he's in a trance, the one and only thing on his mind is Dan.
"DAMMIT!"
His voice is hoarse and throaty. Even his accent sounds somehow thicker. He doesn't sound like himself at all.
"PHIL!"
Phil does not hesitate to rush out of the lounge.
You follow, running as fast as your tired feet will allow you.
The two of you practically trip down the staircases, dreading what you'll find at the bottom.
"Dan!" Phil exclaims, skipping the last few steps and jumping down to the small foyer where the front door is.
He stops short once he catches sight of Dan, and you do too. A few steps up the staircase, you freeze and stare down in horror at your boyfriend.
Dan is hunched over, desperately clutching his abdomen with one hand and leaning against the wall with the other. He's heavily leaning on his right leg, like something's wrong with his left.
His black shirt is drenched in dark maroon splotches, especially around his stomach. The fabric is so wet with blood it sticks to his skin.
And his hands...
His hands are horrifying. They're so covered in red that you can't even see his pale skin. The blood is thick, dripping onto the cream carpet and leaving stains that will probably never come out.
His face is just as bad. There's scratches and cuts all over it. On his cheeks, across his forehead, under his eye, there's even a cut right across the bridge of his nose. He eyes are bloodshot.
His dark brown hair has pasty red streaks running through it, as if he ran his bloody hands through his hair.
"I..." Dan whispers breathlessly. He takes a step toward Phil, but Phil takes a step back. "I can't take them on my own..."
♪I can't take them on my own, my own. Pa, I'm not the one you know, you know.♪
"What..." Phil shakes his head incredulously. "What are you talking about, Dan?"
Dan grits his teeth in pain and holds tighter to his stomach.
You immediately feel sick. You have to swallow back your fear, and anything else that threatens to come up.
There's blood on his teeth.
"I...I..." Dan winces again and stumbles forward. "I d-d-did something I...I wasn't...supposed...to."
Phil is silent, half from shock, half from waiting for Dan to explain.
"I killed a man, Phil!" Dan shouts. He immediately regrets it. It pains him to yell like that. Not only physically, but emotionally. The look on Phil's face afterwards is enough to make Dan feel even guiltier.
His voice lowers so that it's low and husky again.
"I-I had to...had to come here. I had to run."
♪I have killed a man and all I know is I am on the run and go♪
Phil opens his mouth but says nothing. He takes step away from him.
"A-And I got..." Dan groans. "I got hurt."
You want more than anything to rush forward and help him.
But Dan's pained expression turns into a terrifying smile.
"But I hurt him more," he smiles even wider and laughs.
"Oh, Dan..." Phil whispers miserably. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing's..." Dan groans and clutches at his abdomen more. "Nothing's happened. J-Just...help me..."
Phil's mouth opens, but no words come out.
"Please!" Dan pleads, looking up at his best friend.
Then something catches his eye.
You.
His brown eyes lock with yours, and he bites his bottom lip.
Something sparks behind his eyes, and he smiles again.
"(Y/N)," he says slowly. He tries to walk forward, but he winces and stumbles to his knees.
"Dan!" You exclaim, rushing down the stairs to help him.
Phil grabs your arm to stop you.
"You are not going anywhere near him," he says, a bit of harshness in his voice. "And you are not going anywhere near her." He looks down at Dan.
He looks absolutely, utterly heartbroken.
"(Y/N)?" Dan says your name again, his words dripping with sadness. "Phil? C-Can you at least help me?"
You notice crystal clear tears rolling down his bloody cheeks.
"It..." he takes a deep, pained breath. "Hurts...s-so...much."
Phil finally cracks. He kneels next to Dan and hesitates for a moment before wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"W-What happened, Dan?" He asks cautiously.
Dan grits his teeth and curses under his breath when Phil helps him stand up.
"Besides me taking a life?" He asks, almost sarcastically.
Phil looks up at you.
"I was...r-roughed up a bit," Dan exhales heavily. "And...and s-stabbed. But h-hey..." he attempts to shrug. "You should've seen the other guy."
"Go up to the lounge, (Y/N)," Phil says, glancing at Dan's broken figure. "We'll meet you up there."
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You stare at you boyfriend.
He's sitting on the couch, a bandage wrapped around his abdomen. The white gauze is drenched in red.
You're sitting on the chair across from him, Phil standing behind you.
"I'm s-sorry," Dan chokes out. He's still crying.
"It's too late, Dan," Phil shakes his head repeatedly. "I-I-I..."
"I-I didn't want to pull you into this, I-I'm sorry..." Dan says miserably.
♪Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, don't want to give you all my pieces♪
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Dan," Phil snaps. "You murdered someone."
"You've got to understand the position I'm in, Phil!" Dan exclaims suddenly, 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.
Your heart breaks at the sight of him. "We will," you say aloud.
Dan tilts his head to the side slightly and smiles at you.
Phil looks at you in complete shock. "(Y/N)! He killed someone! 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.
"Um, yes!" Phil exclaims.
"We're best friends, Phil..." Dan continues. "And (Y/N)-" He looks sharply at you. The same look from before flashes in his eyes "My girlfriend."
Dan's expression turns from sad to angry in mere seconds. "And you don't even care! You won't even help me!"
He stops and clutches his bandaged stomach.
You want to help him. But you can't.
"If you don't help me," Dan sets his jaw and looks directly at you. "I—"
"Dan!" Phil yells suddenly, stepping in between you and Dan. "Dan, you..." He sighs deeply and lowers his voice. "You can s-stay here. Until we figure something out."
Dan brightens immediately. "Great." He smiles widely, his dimple showing. It absolutely terrifies you.
"One condition." Phil holds up his finger. "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, biting his lip and smiling yet again.
"We'll help you." Phil shakes his head. "I'll help you. (Y/N) has nothing to do with this."
Dan doesn't answer. He still has his eyes locked on yours. You swallow back your fear, but you can't seem to take your eyes off of him.
"(Y/N), I'm gonna go—" Phil looks from Dan to you and hesitates, "—get Dan some clean clothes."
Call the police! You want to scream, but you simply nod instead.
Phil leans down and hugs you, but before he pulls away, he whispers one word in your ear:
"Scream."
You know exactly what he means.
You and Phil share a look before he leaves the lounge, leaving you alone with the murderer.
Your boyfriend.
"(Y/N)..." Dan says, drawing out your name. "Can you..." he smiles sheepishly. "Can you come sit next to me?"
You obviously know it's not the best option to have a psychopath sitting next to you, but you decide you don't exactly have a choice.
You try not to shake as get up from the chair and walk over to the couch. You sit as far away from Dan as possible.
"I love you," Dan says, almost sweetly. He scoots over to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. You notice bruises all over his arm.
You do not reply.
"(Y/N)?" Dan asks slowly, pulling away from you. He tilts his head like a confused child. "You still love me...don't you?"
The room goes silent.
"Dan..." You shake your head as tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. "I-I don't know what to think anymore..."
Dan stays silent for a moment.
"You don't love me anymore?"
Your eyes widen. "Dan—"
"You don't love me?!" Dan laughs, but there's no humor in it at all. "(Y/N), you love me. I'll make you love me."
Dan suddenly cups your cheek and kisses you, right on the lips, without hesitation. Blood drips down his face and onto your lips.
Dan literally pushes you back and hovers over you, his lips still connected to yours. He pulls away to breathe, but then kisses you again a split second after.
You can feel blood on your skin, your clothes, even your lips. You can't help but wonder whose it is. Dan's, or...or someone else's.
Dan kisses you for a while, running his bloodied fingers through your hair, tugging at your clothes, pulling you closer. He finally breaks away, the both of you gasping for air.
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he breathes, closing his eyes and smiling psychotically. "Kissing someone feels so much better than killing someone."
You look up at your boyfriend in terror.
And you scream.
"PHIL!" You scream at the top of your lungs. "PHIL HELP—!"
Dan shuts you right up.
He quickly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out something silver.
A knife.
He presses the cold metal against your throat, and you freeze.
"I thought...you loved me..." Dan looks down at you with sad eyes. "But...you love...Phil?"
You try your best to shake your head. Yes, you love Phil, but not in the way you love Dan. Well, used to love Dan. How can someone love a person that acts like this?
You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the worst to happen.
He wouldn't hurt me...would he?
"Get away from her!"
Your eyes shoot open.
Phil.
"No." Dan looks up at Phil, who's standing in the doorway . "You get away from her."
Phil says nothing, but holds his gaze.
"The man I killed..." Dan rambles, looking completely insane. "I was just trying to protect the two of you. But...really...I only have to protect one of you..." He looks down at you, then up at Phil. "You're trying to steal (Y/N) away from me, aren't you?"
"No." Phil says simply. "No, Dan. Not at all. Please, Dan. Just get off of (Y/N) Put that knife away. Please."
Dan stares blankly at Phil. "You're my best friend, Phil...why would you want to steal my (Y/N)?"
"I'm not trying to do that, Dan."
"Promise?" Dan says, almost normally. Blood still trickles down the side of his face.
Phil nods.
Dan looks down at you, then smiles a little. You try not to let that smile make you melt. It usually would. But not now.
"Sorry," he mumbles sheepishly. He carefully sits back and puts the knife back in his pocket.
You quickly sit up and grasp your throat with both hands, coughing and trying to catching your breath.
"I—" You stutter, trying desperately to breathe. "I-I going to...to get a d-drink, o-okay Dan? Just in the k-k-kitchen. I'll...be right back."
"O-Okay..." Dan glances nervously at Phil, before looking at you again. "Can I have a kiss?"
You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiles.
You get off the couch and bolt out the door, pushing past Phil and running down the hall. You don't stop until you're cowered in the corner of the kitchen, terrified and confused. You don't even bother turning the lights on.
"(Y/N)..."
You hear the glass door of the kitchen slide shut.
You don't even look up at the sound of Phil's voice. You just feel him sit down next to you and wrap his arms around you. You sit in silence for a few seconds, huddled together in the dark kitchen in the middle of the night.
"I can't do this anymore Phil," you whisper between tears. "I-I can't. He's insane. I'm scared, Phil, I-I'm scared what do we do Phil what do we—"
"(Y/N) calm down—"
"How can I calm down, Phil?! My boyfriend is a murderer!"
Your eyes widen, and your stare blankly in front of you.
"We're going to die tonight," you say solemnly.
"(Y/N), don't say that! We're not going to—"
"If he killed someone else who's to say he won't do the same to us?!" You yell. You jump up and start pacing back and forth in the small kitchen.
Phil stands up and puts his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
"Shh! Shh...He won't hurt you, (Y/N)," Phil whispers. "This is Dan we're talking about. Even if he...even if he has killed someone, he wouldn't hurt you."
"He didn't seem too hesitant to hold a knife to my throat!" You argue.
Phil stays silent.
You look up at him, and for the first time notice the tears glistening on his cheeks.
A chilling sound interrupts your thoughts.
The sound of something pounding on glass.
You and Phil freeze. You both slowly turn round and look at the glass door of the kitchen. It's hard to see in the dark, but you're able to make out the silhouette of Dan.
Dan, just a shadow, tilts his head to the side.
You and Phil remain silent and still as you stare at the black silhouette of Dan on the other side of the glass.
♪You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away.♪
The shadow slowly reaches his hand up and slides the door open.
"Dan—"
"You said you would be right back," Dan interrupts you. He looks down at the knife in his hand. "I could kill you. I could kill you right now. I could just totally stab you."
He glares at you two, but his eyes linger on Phil.
"But I won't." He smiles. "Because I love you." He looks from you, to Phil. "B-both of you. And we'll be happy."
Dan drops the knife. It hits the tile floor with a metallic clang.
You and Phil exchange glances.
"You see? I'm not a bad guy, okay?" Dan laughs a little.
When neither of you answer, Dan's smile disappears and his face becomes dark.
"Okay?" He presses.
You hastily nod. "Okay."
Dan relaxes. "And...And I need you guys to be with me, every step of the way, okay?"
"Okay," Phil says.
Dan looks down, a frown drawn across his face.
"Because I am so afraid," he says darkly.
He raises his eyes and looks around the dark room, like he's paranoid someone is watching him.
"And I need you to stay."
♪But tonight, I need you to stay.♪
💀fin💀