An accident grants the voice in his head a body, and philip, albeit slowly, finds its both a blessing and curse.

Five words started the craziest ride of Philip's life. Just when he was adjusting to living with the irritating virus in his head while dodging Infected Shelter faculty, five words threw him a curveball that he wasn't even close to being prepared for. Five words gave Clarence a body.

"He wanted him out...but in a way, the nuisance was better than being a solitary being in this cold, dead world." Penumbra oneshot, slight Philip x Clarence.

The artifacts scattered throughout the shelter had a strange effect on people, but Philip would never guess just what they were capable of.

Imagine if Philip met someone that was unlike Amabel?Instead of being locked in a lab and communicating across a computer,they can meet face to face?This'll be my new story coming soon :D

Philip knew exploring an unchartered area according to the Shelter maps and crawling through dusty air vents was probably be a bad idea, but unfortunately for him, his darned curiosity got the better of him once again. Slightly AU. No longer rated M for language!

"It is always through pain that we know that we are alive, and this time my friend, the pain must end." -Tom 'Red' Redwood

Philip writes a poem about everything that happened to him... *spoiler alert*

Inches from disaster, Philip allows Clarence to take control. What sort of mistake did he make? One-shot about dark trust and forgiving ties.

A short story about my version of Phillip's ending as he decides to turn back in his final travel, since he can not stand being in the living world any longer.

After black plague, Philip reflects on his past life and questions what could have been.

Slightly AU. Dr. Eminiss' mother thinks about her son.

M for Clarence's mouth. Hinted Clarence/Philip. Penumbra Overture.

They were the light in the dark. Drabble.