Cas POV
I was in science class, listening to our substitute drone on and on about something along the lines of water chemistry when it happened. While I was going through my Chrome, pretending to take notes, I saw the tweet that pretty much changed my life. I didn't know that a single word tweet would change my life so tremendously. I opened my twitter, as that is what I do when I'm bored, and started to stalk AmazingPhil's twitter page. What? Am I not allowed to fangirl over my favorite YouTube stars? I'm not a creepy person, I swear. But back on topic, I was scrolling through his tweets when I found one addressed to me.
AmazingPhil: casannette yes ^_^
I had completely forgotten that I had tweeted him earlier and said:
casannette: AmazingPhil can I have your soul?
Don't ask why I tweeted this to him, because I honestly have no idea. I was bored in science class, okay? I then felt an overload of pride in myself after getting my first AmazingPhil tweet ever. I definitely also felt some intense feels as well, not gonna lie. I also felt a bit strange, a strange feeling was coming over me. Almost like another soul transmitting into my own mind. I suddenly received a flow of thoughts, not coming from my own mind. Thoughts about picking videos for the radio show and what to do for my next YouTube video. Funny thing was, I didn't make YouTube videos and definitely did not have my own radio show. What was going on?
I thought back to the tweet I had written before. Did the tweet actually make his soul mine? This tweet was a simple joke, nothing more. But what if it is real? What if I actually possess Phil Lester's soul now? So if I get Phil's soul, does he get mine? Or does he remain soulless until I give it back? If he remains soulless without his soul, how will I give his soul back?
Suddenly, I was jolted back into reality when my lab partner, Mari got up and out of her seat and everyone started moving around us. I had no idea what was going on, and felt stupid having to ask. "Mari, what in the world are we doing? Is it time to leave yet?"
"Cas, what are we going to do with you? Did you really space out while we were getting the instructions? We're doing an experiment, come on. Gosh, you are such an idiot sometimes, you know that?" Mari replied. Honestly, she isn't really a mean person; she just gets a bit annoyed with me whenever I don't do what I'm supposed to. Which is quite often.
While doing the stupid experiment that actually made absolutely no sense whatsoever when we graphed the data later, I kept thinking about that weird feeling inside me. I felt like my mind was overloaded with thoughts, and frankly, I was really worried. I couldn't get that thought out of my head, How can I get Phil's soul back to him? How much damage will he cause if he does not have a soul?
Phil POV
I was just sitting in my bedroom, watching Anime and replying to some tweets, when one caught my eye.
casannette: AmazingPhil can I have your soul?
I laughed a little, and quickly typed out a reply.
AmazingPhil: casannette yes^_^
I dropped my phone on the bed and continued to watch the beloved Death Note. It really is good, and I can see why people always think Dan and I look like L and Light. I then felt a strange sensation, that I would only really associate with science fiction or Harry Potter. I literally felt my soul being sucked out of my body. I screamed in pain and fear, but no one heard me.
A few minutes later, I couldn't really tell what happened. I felt, no wait. I didn't feel. Why couldn't I feel anything? My body felt fine, not damaged at all. Maybe the soul-sucking sensation I had felt earlier was just a figment of my imagination. Stuff like that only happens in really well directed and written movies based off of phenomenal books.
At that moment, I heard the front door close. Assuming Dan was home with the TESCO he decided to actually go out and buy, FOR ONCE, I left my room and walked down the hall and steps into the kitchen.
"Finally decided to go outside for once, Dan, to buy the groceries? Or did you want to make sure no one messed up your groceries?"
"Leave me alone, Phil. Contrary to popular belief, I actually go outside sometimes. It may not be often, but it occurs on a regular basis. I don't spend my life indoors, you know."
"Why would it take you three hours to get the food? We live, like, ten minutes away from the grocery. Were you with a girlfriend of yours? Or just a 'special friend?'" I asked, casually leaning against the counter top.
Dan sputtered, "For the record, I was gone for one and a half hours. What, are you trying to interrogate me or something? Shove off Phil, what's your problem?"
I honestly have no idea. Why am I being so annoying? Maybe I've spontaneously become allergic to my own nature. Is it because of that soul sucking thing earlier? I thought that was just a joke…