Hey guys! It's strawberry4life here. Yes, I'm aware that this isn't my account as it is redphanqueen's account but as she said, we're doing a collab.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and the story overall.

~Strawberry4life


Phil blinked as he looked at Dan.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just dazed slightly I guess." Phil said, giving Dan a half smile.

But Dan didn't look at that convinced. "Are you sure Phil?"

Phil nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine Dan. Don't worry."

Phil pushed the duvet off him and sat up completely. Dan sat down next to him and placed his hand on Phil's forehead.

"You feel warm slightly." Dan mumbled.

"It's probably nothing Dan. Don't worry, I feel fine." Phil said, trying to convince his boyfriend.

Dan eyed him slightly before standing up. "Okay... want some breakfast? I just made some." Dan said, holding his hand out for Phil.

"Sure, thanks." Phil said, taking his hand.

He stood up with him and they both walked into the kitchen, the events from last night still playing through Phil's mind.

A few hours have passed and Dan and Phil were cuddling on the couch. Dan's head on Phil's chest with Phil's arm wrapped around him.

"This movie sucks." Dan said.

He expected Phil to say something in response or to chuckle but he did neither, and this automatically worried Dan.

Dan sat up and looked at Phil. He noticed Phil was even more pale than normal, even more pale than he was this morning.

He also noticed that Phil didn't react to Dan moving...

He wasn't blinking, or breathing for that matter.

"P-Phil?" Dan asked fearfully.

Phil's head turned toward Dan. Dan's eyes widened when he noticed something different about Phil.

Specifically, his eyes.

His eyes aren't the blue that they normally are...

They're black...

The entirety of his eyes, are black.

"Phil?" Dan whimpered.

Phil's hands made their way to Dan. One around his neck and one overlapping his mouth.

Dan cried out and tried to fight him off.

But he was struggling.

"P-phil." He choked out.

Phil's grip got tighter around his throat and soon enough, Dan was loosing consciousness.

"P-phil." Dan muttered against his hand before loosing consciousness completely...

Dan's eyes fluttered opened hours later. He wasn't in the lounge anymore though, he was in his bedroom.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary. His room looked the exact same as it did when he woke up this morning.

This morning...

Dan looked at his phone. It was a little after 5 pm.

He blinked and looked over to his door.

"Phil?" He whispered.

Dan got up and swallowed, wincing slightly at the pain in his throat.

"What the hell?" He whispered.

He walked over to his mirror and his eyes widened.

There was a hand mark imprinted on his throat.

And that's when it all came back to Dan from this morning.

Dan suddenly felt extremely dizzy. He grabbed his head as he desperately tried to balance himself out from falling.

"What the-" He mumbled.

"Dan?" He heard from his doorway.

Dan looked up and saw Phil.

His eyes weren't black though anymore. They returned to their normal color. Blue.

Phil started to walk towards Dan but Dan stumbled back, trying to get away.

"Dan?" Phil asked confused.

"Stay-stay away." He whimpered.

"Dan?" Phil asked extremely confused and worried now.

Dan stumbled back even more, falling on to his bed. He noticed Phil stopped moving towards him.

Dan's mind started to clear and he looked into the eyes of Phil.

He looked hurt and confused.

"Dan? What's the matter with you?" Phil asked.

"Wh-what?" Dan asked, blinking and looking around the room.

"What's the matter with you?" Phil whispered.

"I-I..." Dan swallowed, the pain in his throat gone.

"What?" Phil asked.

Dan got up quickly and walked over to his mirror.

The marks were gone...

"What the actual fuck?" Dan whispered to himself.

Dan turned around and looked at Phil. His eyebrows were raised, and his arms were crossed, leaning to the side.

"What on earth is wrong with you today Dan? First you sleep all day, next you tell me to stay away, now you're acting even more strange than you were 5 minutes ago. Did you dream about something weird? What happened to you in the last 24 hours?" Phil asked.

"Me? I've been acting strange? Your-your fucking eyes went black Phil! What the fuck is wrong with-"

Realization dawned upon Dan. His brown eyes widened.

"Holy fucking shit." Dan said.

"What?" Phil asked, an eyebrow raised.