I'm reallyHey, it's Sera! And Oh my goodness, people are actually reading my fic! Thank you for the reviews, they all pretty much make my day, and I'm really enjoying writing this so far. I do have school, so I'm hoping to post once every couple of days, but don't hold me to that. I actually have more of an idea of what order things are going to go in now too, and more of a storyline.
For the disclaimer, check the first chapter.
This chapter is slightlylonger than the others, and has more events actually happening. I actually managed to incorporate a tiny bit of actual Phan! Soyeah, I hope you enjoy.
For the second time, Dan and Phil tumbled to the floor of their apartment in what was probably still a different universe. However, this time, they weren't in their gaming room, but in their respective bedrooms, greeted with differing decor, but ones
/they were more used to getting up in.
Phil once again picked himself off the floor, hoping this wouldn't happen every time they started a new level, but knowing their luck, it was pretty much he should just carry around a duster or something, and dust himself off every time
he arrived. Or would it disappear between levels? He didn't really understand the mechanics of this 'game', but then again, nobody really understood the mind of a teenage girl either.
He was glad he had worn his contacts too, rather than having to carry his glasses around with him. Or were there contacts in the apartment of this world? It was hard to tell really. Maybe the Phil from this world had forgotten to order them. Except
for
the fact there was no 'Phil of this world', just him and Dan.
But hey, they had already completed a level, and with minimal awkwardness! At this rate, they would have the whole game completed in no time! Optimism really was the key, as he would take great pleasure in teasing Dan about later. If he had been pessimistic
/as well, there was no way they would have completed the last level as quickly as they had.
So what was the idea of this level? Phil looked around, noticing that his surroundings were the same as normal. He was on his carpet, next to his bed. Nothing was particularly amiss, and it seemed normal. Well, normal enough. It was slightly tidier than
/his bedroom, but he wasn't going to complain. Dan was probably in a similar state in his room, or maybe he even landed on his feet, knowing Phil's sense of balance. The main question was, what was the objective?
As if to answer his question, and it probably was, the voice of the teenage witch responsible for this whole mess sounded again.
"Hey Phil! I know I said before that I would tell you the title of each level, but I think it will be more fun for you to try and work it out on your own. Or just go ask Dan. I'm sure he'll be able to tell you. It should be pretty obvious once you see
/him.
I haven't actually said anything to him, but he will probably know what's going on. But, as I haven't given you the title this time, you can have a clue. There's a new channel on your TV that I made up. You should watch it. That's all you get for now!
"Anyway. Dan. I can guess what's going through his head at the moment, so you should probably go to him. He's unlikely to go find you. I wouldn't if I were him. It's funny, but so adorable. Fan fictions are the best right? Dan should be in his room.
"Have fun with this level! Make the most of it, you have the advantage this time!
Sierra"
Phil frowned in confusion. At the moment, nothing was any different to how it usually was. He had no idea what the theme was, and the... Witch girl hadn't told them. So far, she said to go and watch TV right, so that was a start. He didn't actually have
/a clue what the theme might be. But she said she had told Dan right? Or did she say that she didn't tell him? Or that Dan would just know? Or was it him that should know?
Phil shook his head at his abysmal memory and went to find his missing flat mate. She told him something pretty clearly, there was no reason for him not to have been paying attention! Next time he would definitely listen to the instructions. They could
/mean the difference between success and failure.
However, Dan should be in his room, that much he definitely did remember. He opened his door, and crossed the flat, looking for any obvious changes. But there was nothing. The entire flat seemed to be the same as it was before, from what he could see,
/with no extra rooms or anything added in this time.
He stepped over to Dan's door, and paused, before deciding to knock. It was only polite, even though sometimes they did just barge into each other's room without asking. He knocked, and waited. A muffled voice from inside sounded. "Go away Phil." That
/must be Dan. But why did he sound so... Down? No, it was more irritated. Something was DEFINITELY going on.
Phil sighed, and pushed the door open anyway. "What's wrong Dan?" He asked. His friend was sitting on the floor holding a pillow to his face. Something seemed off. The room seemed normal, but something about Dan was different. "You didn't answer Dan,
/what's up?" Phil asked again, slightly concerned now. Dan slowly removed the pillow from his face and looked at Phil sarcastically. Even without words Dan managed to be scathing.
When Phil only looked at him blankly, Dan slowly stood up, fuming. And Phil realised what was different.
"It's not funny Phil! Stop laughing!"
oOo
When Dan landed on his carpet, he managed to grab onto his bed frame, staying upright. New level, better landing. And new landing place... Pleased with himself, he stepped away from the bed, and looked around, to see what was different. He was in his
/room, instead of the gaming room. That was different. Well. From last time. It was hard to pick an anomaly when there's only two instances. You can't compare them as easily.
But he was definitely in his bedroom, unlike before. And he couldn't put his finger on it, but something in his room was just wrong. It was weird, like when you look in a mirror, and everything is slightly distorted although you couldn't say how.
It was
almost the same, yet somehow...
But then suspicion hit, and Dan turned around. There was one thing different that he could highlight. A height chart was propped against the wall, with a measurement circled. But that was way too low down... No. There was no way in hell. He walked over
/to it with trepidation and stood against it measuring himself. He turned around and his heart dropped.
He was now standing at a height of 5'3".
Shit.
oOo
Phil just couldn't stop laughing. Dan had lost an entire foot of height, and was now so much shorter than him. It was hilarious to see his usually towering friend standing at the height of a 13 year old girl. Dan's glowering face made it even worse, sending
/him into peals of laughter every time he glanced at his friend.
Phil counted his lucky stars that Dan was the shrunken one, and not himself. If he had been smaller, he would have probably found it a lot less funny, and be in a similar mood to the one Dan was in right now. But as it was, his friend, who had been irritatingly
/taller by the smallest bit for a while, being so short, the funniest joke ever.
Slowly, his giggles subsided into small hiccups, which then faded entirely. "Are you done?" Enquired his smaller friend sarcastically. "Because right now, I want to know why I'm SO TINY!" Phil smirked slightly, fighting off the urge to burst into laughter
/again.
"Well, I don't know. The voiceover girl said you'd probably know better than me. After all,you have more experience with it than I do. So Dan, what kind of fan-fiction do you think would cause you to become a midget?"
Dan sighed, trying to think of a genuine reason Sierra would want him to shrink. "It must be some kind of height difference fic. You know, those ones where one person is loads shorter than the other." Phil nodded. That made sense.
"Is there a way to make me big again?" Dan asked, looking around as if there was going to be a bottle labelled "drink me" just lying around.
"Even if there was, you're too small and cute this way to change!" Laughed Phil. Dan froze slightly at the comment, but shook it off. Phil just meant cute in the way of 'Look at that cute little puppy' as opposed to 'damn, that girl is really cute'.
And
anyway, they'd complimented each other before. It was just this game getting to his head.
"What do we do then?" Huffed Dan in annoyance at the prospect he would be stuck like this until they finished the level. It wasn't exactly fair. Phil just got to carry on as normal, the same height he'd always been, while he was stuck like, like THIS.
/"Well, the only way I can think of solving that one is by carrying you everywhere!" Phil grinned, picking up his smaller, and lighter friend easily, and swinging him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He headed into the living room, as Dan hit
Phil's
shoulders with his fists.
"Put me down you great lump!" Dan exclaimed. Phil chuckled at the thought that normally Dan was the same height as him, if not a bit taller. "Nope. This is payback for that bruise on my leg during PINOF." Phil responded. Dan went silent then, and
Phil smirked in the knowledge his friend was pulling faces behind his back. He knew him too well to think otherwise.
They'd been friends for so many years now, they knew each other's flaws and bad habits. For example, Dan never shut up about Phil eating his cereal. Like ok, he does it fairly often, but he's only caught him at three o'clock in the morning like 5 times
/maximum. And how Phil knows that Dan paces in the early hours of the morning sometimes, and it drives him mad.
They arrived in their lounge, and Dan shrieked in fear as Phil unceremoniously and without warning dropped him onto the sofa. "Phil!" Dan scowled as his friend flopped onto the sofa next to him. "What was that for?" Phil grinned. "I just wanted to see
/your reaction to falling from 'such a great height'." Dan rolled his eyes, and grabbed the TV remote. After a minute of squabbling-
"Ooh, this is a good movie!"
"No Phil. I refuse to watch a Christmas movie in January."
"Hey, I don't mind this show!"
"That'll give me nightmares for weeks you know that!"
"Fine."
"This then?"
"I refuse to watch that."
"Just because you cried at the end last time."
"I did not there was-"
"-'dust in your eye'?"
"Yes."
-they decided on a movie, playing in a channel they'd never heard of before, conveniently called watchthismovieonthischannel. They both agreed it was the channel Sierra had been referring to earlier as well, and settled down to watch it. It wasn't a particular
/subtle hint, but then again, of it helped them get through the level, fine. Phil, however, paused it, and announced they needed popcorn. He had such a sweet tooth, as he proved every time they did a baking video by eating all of the chocolate and
/sweet ingredients. Dan just nodded, and relaxed into his sofa crease.
Phil returned a few minutes later to Dan squirming around on the sofa, a dissatisfied expression on his face. "What's up Dan?" Phil asked in amusement. His friend looked like a caterpillar with an itch. "I don't fit in my sofa crease properly. It's really
/uncomfortable when you're the wrong size." He sighed. Dan seemed so bothered about being small. It really was entertaining.
Phil rolled his eyes. "Come sit next to me then you plonker. We have to share the popcorn anyway." Dan grudgingly shifted over next to his friend.
After a while, the movie finished. At some point in the movie, Phil had realised that Dan's head made an excellent headrest, and was leaning on him. "That was a really good movie." Dan nodded his agreement. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure we have the second one
/on the shelf, want to watch that?" Phil shrugged. The movie was good, but Dan's head was really comfortable, and he had no interest in getting up to go fetch it.
"Sure but you can go get it. I decided on that last movie." Dan looked over at his friend incredulously. That was a lie, the lazy lump. They had unanimously agreed that that was what they were supposed to watch, as well as just a good film. Nevertheless,
/he got up and walked into the hallway to grab it.
Dan quickly spotted the movie, but frowned upon noticing it was on the top shelf. Normally, the height of their she,vets was never an issue, but he knew sometimes their guests couldn't reach things. Dan kind of now understood how they felt. He stretched,
/but his outstretched fingertips were nowhere close to the DVD. He jumped, but didn't gain much more height from that. He looked around, but there was nothing nearby to stand on, and he didn't feel like dragging a chair across the hallway. He looked
/at it, flummoxed.
Eventually, he gave up on his pride, and shouted "I can't reach it Phil." He rolled his eyes at himself. That was something he hadn't said in years. Phil came into the hallway, and went to grab it, before deciding to do something even more fun, and make
/the most of his flat mates smaller stature.
He grabbed Dan by the waist, and hoisted him up towards the shelf. Dan, however, was not prepared, and yelped, squirming in his grip. As a result Phil, with a great example of his classic clumsiness, slipped and dropped Dan, both of them landing in the
/ground. Or, Phil did. Dan landed directly on top of Phil, positioned so they were lying parallel, almost nose to nose.
Huh. He had never properly appreciated Phil's eyes from this close before. They were even prettier up close, and the different colours were more obvious than ever. He smiled slightly to himself. Phil had much nicer eyes than him. That was kind of a weird
/thing to think about, but he was looking directly at them at the moment, so...
Phil, however, was uncomfortably conscious of Dan's weight on his, and felt his face heating up at the thought of Dan on topic him. As a result, Phil coughed awkwardly, bringing Dan back to the real world.
He quickly rolled off Phil, and scrambled to his feet. He wasn't blushing AT ALL, because he wasn't doing anything wrong. AT ALL. There was nothing wrong with admiring your friends eyes was there? Man, this game really WAS getting to him.
"Uhm, shall we try that again?" Asked Phil, with an edge of nervousness to his voice that hadn't been there before. Dad nodded, and turned back to the shelf, arms slightly extended in preparation of grabbing the DVD. Once again, Phil placed his hands
/on Dan's waist, and lifted him into the air.
A small box appeared on top of the DVD with the words "Lift to Reach DVD" in the air above it, contrasting with the wall behind it. It was similar to the one Phil had checked off before, and he had a suspicion it would do the same thing.
Just as Dan's hand made contact with the box , the world went black once again.
oOo
In her bedroom, Sierra was squealing with delight. Phil had CARRIED DAN. Through the house. LAUGHING. It was so cuuuuuuteee. And then when they fell... They were so close together, she almost had a heart attack. This was her best idea ever.
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Thanks for reading this chapter, I really hope you liked it. Please consider leaving a review, I love feedback and suggestions. Hopefully I should have the next chapter up fairly soon too!
I'm really enjoying writing this, and playing with different situations to put Dan and Phil in. Again, Imight not post on a specific schedule because I have school, but I wthink ll try and post at least two chapters per week. :D
