When I died, I went to hell. Every month on earth is a year in hell. So I've been here for 12 and a half years.
There is a place you can go, to check on earth. To check on loved ones. For the people who still care.
I go there every day at 12:30pm to 1:30pm to check on Dan and Phil. I've seen them, planning to find me. Doing whatever they can to get me back. As much as I don't want them to come down here, I need to get out. It's selfish, I know.
But this is where the real story begins.
Dan. Phil. Find me, please. Make it soon.
Get me out of here.
(DAN x PHIL x READER)
THIS IS A PHANFICTION (DAN+PHIL). STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC AND VIOLENT MOMENTS THAT MAY TRIGGER EASY AUDIENCES.