My first PHANFICTION idea but my 2nd story. Hope you like it! PM me if you have questions!
PHILS POV:
My name is Phil Lester, and this is my story.
I was walking down the pavement one night. September 3rd, to be exact, at 11:47 PM. When my glasses fell off. I felt a tissue covering my nose as i bent over. A sweet smell overwhelmed me as i slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing i remember is the soft brown eyes looking down at me before i saw all black.
I woke up to a sharp pain against my face. I tried to move my arms but only to find myself struggling against tight rope restraints tying me to a wooden chair. I looked down and saw my ankles tied as well. My shoes were nowhere in sight showing my mismatched socks. Even tied i felt my hair going everywhere. I would do anything to get some hairspray to fix my fringe! I looked back up and expected to see the brown eyes i had seen before, instead i saw a woman with one piercing blue eye and a green one. She was wearing a jet black suit and glaring at me.
"How old are you kid? What's your name?" She said.
"W-Why should I tell you? Who are you and why am i here!" I said with a shaking voice, "I-I demand-"
She slapped me again, twice as hard. I felt the bruises forming on my face.
"I said," She yelled, " What. Is. Your. Name! And your age!"
I shifted in my seat, reluctant to answer but she raised her hand again and i finally said, "I-I am_ a-and my name is Dil, I mean Bill, I MEAN PHIL! Phil Lester."
"Good boy." She said, "I-"
"Now now Cat, don't torture him." Said an unknown voice. Then the voice said, "Phil, huh... I bet you are wondering what the hell is going on, right?"
"R-R-Right?!" I said.
"Right." He said as he came out of the shadows. He was the one with the brown eyes.
I studied his face and saw a brown fringe opposite mine, soft eyes and a smirk. He was wearing a jet black suit as well with skin tight jeans, black gloves and shoes with unconventional zips. Kinda cute if he hadn't kidnapped me. He took off his black gloves as he told me,
"I am Dan. This is Cat. You are in a cellar of a house in Long Island. These walls are perfectly soundproof so don't try screaming. Questions, comments, concerns?"
I then said, "Question: where's the door? Comment: You are a psychopath and Concern: Will I die?"
Cat answered sharply. "There is no door. Only a trap door locked from the outside and you may die if you do not do exactly as I say. I also don't like that tone-"
Dan then scolded Cat in a sarcastic tone, "Do exactly as YOU say? Um, who was assigned to Assistant head of the Llamarmy?"
"You…" said Cat, clearly irritated.
"Good!" Dan said, "Now, as for you, Phil, right? Right. I want- um… Izzy…"
"What did I do now!" Cat answered. I was just sitting there and i looked around and saw the open trap door. Damn it! I saw the lock… Ugh!
"Leave." Dan said with a forceful tone.
Cat shifted uncomfortably and muttered something i couldn't hear.
"NOW!" Dan yelled.
Cat left in a hurry, closing the trapdoor ever so slightly so it wouldn't lock Dan inside.
"Good," Dan said, "Now, as I was saying," He started to lean in, our noses were almost touching, "I want to know why you think you are here. What would I need from you?"
I looked into his eyes. "You don't want to do this. You needed a job because your family needed the money and you were so desperate so you took this job. I see in your eyes. You haven't seen your parents since you left. You act like a leader but you are insecure. You are trying to show off to your boss. This is not what you expected." I paused. He looked astounded. He backed away and tried to say something but he couldn't. I continued. "I can help you. Let me go, give me your real name and your parent's address. Leave with me. We can find your parents. I-"
"Looks like we have an expert "feelings" psychologist resident! Well, making up shit like that could get you… Dead. Good Night." Dan answered as he closed the trapdoor.
Completely.