Phil ran up the stairs to his flat, smiling to himself. Usually running was out of the question, but today he felt different. Lighter, more carefree. It was a beautiful day, he'd just finished a video and was ready to upload it, and the US tour still seemed far enough away that it didn't require much attention.
He'd just returned from the store, picking up a few groceries. Dan had stayed at home, promising to clean the kitchen. We'll see about that, Phil thought to himself. If he's actually bothered to get up from his browsing position and clean, I'll be wondering what the heck happened to my flat mate.
Letting himself inside, Phil peered around. Dan wasn't on the couch, which was a good sign, although the dent he usually occupied was squished down, so he hadn't been gone long. Tentatively, he headed to the kitchen, expecting the pile of filthy dishes to still be there. Oddly enough, Dan stood by the sink, arms covered in soapy water. He wore all black - as per usual - and stared intently at his hands. Then, as if entranced, slowly pulled a long, silver knife from underwater. Murmuring under his breath, Dan lifted the dripping knife into the air. Phil jumped backwards, the sight sending shivers down his spine.
"Dan? What are you doing?" He asked. Dan jumped too, sending the knife clattering to the floor and narrowly missing his foot. "Phil! Are you trying to get me killed? You don't sneak up on someone holding a knife!" Dan cried, brown eyes shooting sparks. Phil stared back at his friend, shocked at the sudden outburst. "Look, I'm sorry. I was just, um, wondering what you were doing with that." Noticing the look Dan was giving him, he back peddled. "Not that it matters what you were doing, that is. I was just wondering." He stuttered, backing out of the room.
It was weird, Phil reflected. He'd never before been scared of Dan, he'd never had any reason to. But the look Dan had given him after asking what he'd been doing could only be described in one way. Murderous.