"Sorry to barge in like this." Dan added awkwardly sitting down on the couch soaking wet.
"It's fine," Phil insisted grabbing some towels from the nearby cupboard. "It's horrible weather out there and no one deserves to spend the night at a hotel, plus my flat was closer to PJ's than any hotel. Here" Phil hands Dan a towel to dry off. "I'll make some tea to warm us up." Phil smiles, walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks." Dan mumbles as he dries his face and head. But Dan is still nervous, he never told Phil this, but when the sun goes down at nighttime; bad things happen.
He was never sure if it was a coincidence or not, but it never ended well for whoever Dan stayed with or stayed with Dan.
"Actually Phil, do you have any Mountain Dew?" Dan asked, he reasoned if he could stay awake with caffiene, nothing bad would happen to Phil.
"Nope sorry." Phil replied nonchalantly as he poured the tea into the two mugs.
"Okay." Dan sounded defeated, there goes that idea. Little did Dan know that Phil did indeed have some in the fridge but Phil didn't say anything as he grabbed the cream which was right next to the soda. 'Mountain Dew isn't good for warming someone up', Phil concluded shutting the fridge door with his foot and making his way out into the living room.
"Phil, does your guest room have a lock on it?" Dan asked cautiously as Phil came back in with two cups of tea.
"No, why?" Phil didn't find this odd but it seemed strange how scared Dan looked at his answer.
"N-no reason." Dan muttered as his hands began to shake uncontrollably.
"Dan, what's wrong?" Phil asked, putting down his cup and taking Dan's out of his hand to prevent him from burning himself.
"Oh god no; it's starting." Dan whispered in horror as his hands seemed to elongate. Dan took his hands and shoved them under his bent legs where he was sitting. "Phil, listen to me. You need to get out of here. Don't tell me where otherwise, I might find you." Dan spoke quickly as other features took shape. His legs grew longer, his body leaner, his clothes darkened.
"Dan, w-what's going on?" Phil asked refusing to leave his best friend's side as he transformation quickened.
"Phil, I don't want to hurt you. Please, run!" Dan cried out as his vision began to blur. There was little time left, Dan knew from experience. "Phil RUN!" Dan managed to get out before his mouth disappeared as well as his eyes and nose as they sunk back into his skull, then skin covered up what imperfections were in his skin into a smooth and pale surface. Phil couldn't breathe, run, or think as Dan was no longer Dan but Slenderman; the tall, suit clade monster who normally haunted children but judging by the way it was looming over Phil; it was craving something new.
