Right, this story is gonna either be odd, strange, or downright eccentric depending on how much experience you all have with people like me. Then again this is a site for fan fiction so I know this isn't the wierdest thing here. This is gonna be a more of a psychological fiction, but it technically be a fan fiction as two maybe familiar youtubers will be the main characters. *wink* I'm just unsure of whether to make it into a more relationship kinda fiction or keep it clean. But for now I just wanna see where this goes.

The biting cold scratched at the shoulder of the unconscious human, causing his eyelids to twitch unintentionally. The darkness that surrounded him waited hungrily for him to awake from the safe boundary that was his subconscious. It was almost as if it were waiting for him to become aware of it, so he would become more... vunurable.

As the wind began to rise in volume, so too, did the young male. He consciously moved his icy blue irises, attempting to adjust to the light. When they finally did and he acknowlaged the situation he was in, he sat up immediately. He winced once at the sudden jab of pain that had revealed itself in his shoulder. It was as if he had landed on it hard after falling.

Slowly, the male stood. His deep purple shirt and black hoodie he wore providing little to no warmth in his body, the pale grey jeans and mismatched socks covering his lower half just protecting him from any minor cuts he could gain in the following time.

Beggining to feel nervous the youth ran his hands through his jet black hair, which seemed to still have tinges of blue in it from a few days before.

The space around him was occupied by what seemed miles of trees, he couldn't be sure if there was anything beyond the space he saw now as only a few meters ahead everything was hidden in shadow. This began to dwell at the back of the male's thoughts, that this place wasn't normal, well of course it wasn't. But what if this place had no end? That he could never leave?

This notion began to frighten the male, eating away at his mind before panic began to rise. Fear absorbing him, he shouted the first name of the one he trusted most, half hoping he would answer, yet another half hope that he wouldn't, that meaning he was stuck here too.

"Dan! Dan, are you there?!"

When the only reply was the low hum of a gust of wind, the male began to feel a hopeless sense of loss. He had no idea where he was, he felt like he was in danger and didn't know if he could even leave.

Closing his eyes to the dim light, he attempted to recollect what had happened to him the day before. He remembered returning to his apartment with Dan, his flatmate, he remembered making coffee for himself and chuckled when he remembered Dan saying he had an addiction, after that he had taken a shower, gotten dressed and...The rest seemed a blur.

He switched his gaze behind him anxiously before he placed one foot ahead of him, then another, and another. He had to get out, had to get out, had to get out.

As he moved further and further away from where he was first awoken, the young male felt less and less safe, however he also felt he was approaching something. Maybe there would be some form of comfort ahead, A sign of human life, a form of shelter, maybe a way to figure out where he was...

Anything.

Feeling a little comforted by this thought, the male attempted once more to call for someone.

"Hello?! Is there anyone out there?!" Nothing. He tried again.

"Dan!? Can you hear me?! Its me! Phil!" Phil wasn't sure what it was forcing him to cling to the idea that his flatmate would be in a horrible place like this, but he would keep trying if he was. Something about this place made him wish Dan was there to put an arm round his shoulder and tell him it was fine, that he was being dumb and there was nothing to worry about.

Phil felt his heart miss a beat when he actually heard a faint sound, almost hidden amongst the constant drone of wind that filled the air. It sounded dulled out, as if it were from under water or something, almost a whisper, but there it was, a sound, a voice.

"I...c..n...hear...y..u... it..s...me."

Phil spun wildly, ignoring any fear he had had before that point. It was Dan's voice. He knew it was, he had heard it every day for at least a couple of years now. He would recognize it any time.

"Dan! where are you? Please help!" Phil immediately fell silent, waiting for the reply, waiting to focus on it...

"Th...s...way..."

There. Phil had heard it to his right, he began running, his feet barely treading earth as he began to hear Dan's voice again, louder, louder, louder. He was getting close, he knew it. Dan would help him, he knew Dan would, just like he would do anything for him.

As he ran he felt something, it was small but Phil was feeling it in the pit of his chest, it was spreading, warming his ribcage. It wasn't exhaustion, he would run for as long as it took if it meant leaving this place and finding Dan. No, it felt different.

Whatever it was it was pushing him to move faster, to get to Dan before something might happen to him.

That was until Phil slowly drew to a halt when he realised, he could no longer hear Dan's voice.

It, along with the wind, had completely died down to a still and unnerving silence. As the lack of any sound apart from Phil's now ragged breaths held out for longer, the tension slowly began to rise. He tried again and again to call for Dan yet now he was only met with the cold, empty silence.

What if this place had merely been taunting him, making him think he could hear the one person he trusted the most when in fact, it was all in his head? The onyx haired youth fell into a crouch, hugging his knees as he tried to focus on Dan. The dark brown hair, the soft, almond eyes. The cheerful smile he would give him each morning when he came down to greet him, the not so cheerful smile he would give him in the morning when it was Dan's turn to get the post from all the way down the stairs. Phil felt tears threaten to form in the corners of his eyes as he began to let it sink in that he might not ever get to see those things again. That he would never see Dan again.

Just as Phil was trying to imagine himself away, he heard a soft crunch in front of him, he peered ahead, the pale, purple sky the only form of light he had. It was paper, scrunched up, yet the way it seemed so out of place in this macabre setting, perfectly untouched, void of any dirt apart from the parts in contact with the ground suggesting it had been placed mere seconds ago.

"What..?"

He leaned forward slowly however less than gracefully when he almost lost his balance and ended up pushing his right palm into the soggy earth, had it been raining..? But when he had woken before, the earth was dry below him...

Grimacing a little as he stood, note in hand, he flicked off as much of the mud as he could before he carefully opened up the paper, being careful as not to rip it. Upon reading the contents Phil frowned. This didn't make any sense, who would leave this behind..? And since he was obviously the only human here, what did it have to do with him? He stared for the longest time, attempting to analyse the words messily scrawled in a dark, thick marker:

'PLEASE COME BACK'