Warning: if you don't know what an existential crisis is, don't read this. Other then that, no language, smut, or violence.

Note: this is a work of fiction duh, so I do not own dan or phil.

~8 years ago~

Infinite. The number of possibilities of what to do with your life.

Dan's eyes were unfocused, and his thoughts were spiraling out of his control. His own thoughts.

Why did he want to become a lawyer? Society told him it was practical. It payed well. It seemed like the best career for a smart teen that didn't know what else to do. But did he enjoy law? No.

Dan knew in his heart that he wanted more. He used to dream of acting. Was it to late? Should he change his major? If he did pursue acting, how would he know he was any good? What if he was terrible? What if he made the wrong decision, and ended up jobless and loveless?

Dan took a sharp breath in. It would be hours before the worrying would stop. His mind would not quit running until Sleep hit the brakes.

~7 years ago~

It was becoming increasingly clear what Dan should do with his life. Now he faced judgment and guilt. Would his parents hate him if he didn't graduate college? Wouldn't they be disappointed in him?

He must have courage to tell them his decision. He was quitting college to become a full time Internet homo. His confidence in the big decision was boosted by his fanbase, and Phil. If it weren't for the encouragement, Dan would have become a soulless lawyer. Instead, he was a soulless Youtuber.

But what did it mean to have a soul? Was it having good morals, and a kind heart? Did a murder have a soul? If you were living, did it necessarily mean you were born with a soul? Or did you earn a soul once you di-

"Dan?"

Phil cocked his dark-haired head. It seemed his new roommate was lying, almost gripping, the floor. He scanned the scene and formed a hypothesis. Dan is not alright.

Phil kneeled down beside Dan and gently rested his pale hand on the other boy's shoulder.

He didn't completely understand what Dan was going through. But he knew that he had to help in any way he could. He felt a burden to guide his friends through their problems. To ease their suffering.

It was a while before Dan spoke.

Phil was there to listen.

~Today~

These thoughts still echo through Dan's brain. He has the tendency to question the things that happen to him, both bad and good. The constant "Why" is at the back of his mind. Sometimes it is in the front. He seeks the truth to the simplest of questions. "Why does Phil steal my cereal?" "Why is my hair so frizzy?"

He also seeks the answers to Life's hardest questions. "Am I real?"

"If I am, where do humans come from?"

"If humans are here by an accident, complete chance, then what is the point of doing anything."

"Does anything I do matter in this infinite universe?"

"If it does, than in the small amount of people I impact, how can I make life better for them?"

"Should my videos aspire to change lives, make people laugh, or simply fill the void in my soul?" (By now Dan had decided he did ,in fact, have a soul. It was just very dank and dark.)

Dan deals with this by simply lying on the floor. But the floor is more then just carpet. The floor is his friend and his enemy. It makes him feel secure.

It traps him. He can't find the mental strength to get up at times. It takes a friend help him up.

More notes: Sorry if I leave this in a permanent cliffhanger. This is my first fanfiction, so I know I am terrible. Goodbye.