I've come back! I know it's been a while, and I apologize. School sucks! I've been trying to catch up on my studies, all while thinking about how FALFAL will find me and kill me in my sleep because I didn't update. Also, I have absolutely no idea where this will go! I don't expect it to last more than ten chapters, though.

Dan sat up. He was lying in a hospital bed, with thin, white sheets and a plastic mattress. He glanced around his room, no, his cell.

It was a simple room, with a pale wallpaper and a small window. It was locked. Dan turned toward the glass door.

People with white cloaks gathered around the door. Their cloaks reached the ground, and had hoods that covered their faces. They seemed to be waiting for him to awaken.

Dan tried getting off the bed, but he couldn't seem to lift his arms or legs. He struggled to move, but a force kept him firmly on the mattress. As he flailed wildly, the crowd of people dispersed, leaving a single person, shorter than the rest, who was walking closer to his door.

Dan froze as soon as he heard the door creak open. He shivered at the sound its hand, or what he thought was a hand, made when it touched the door; a quiet grinding. The creature slithered over to him, and gazed upwards. Dan could feel its eyes boring into him. He let out an involuntary whimper, which seemed to surprise it.

"Hush, young one," it said, with a gravelly voice. Dan worked up the courage to reply.

"Wh-what are you?"

The creature stared for a second, then slowly reached up to pull down its hood. As soon as it had removed the hood, Dan could see why it was needed.

The monster had ashy, grey skin, which seemed to be stitched together in various places. A large flap of what appeared to be skin covered its mouth and nose, and altogether, looked like a dead, bald, disfigured Cabbage Patch Kid.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was its eyes.

Its eyes, rounded like saucers, were the same shade of blue as Phil's.

In fact, they were his.

As Dan recognized his best friend, he started shaking. The creature stared at him sadly.

"Wake up, Dan."

Dan couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He just stared at Phil, or what he was now. His eyes were suffocating Dan, drowning him.

"Dan, please," he said.

Cliffie! I'll probably update in January, because I won't have my writing class, aka Algebra, until then. Also, I've seen how many people have viewed this story. If you read this, please review! I love reading your comments, it's amazing! I'm also going to try a contest! The first person to name the character that Phil became gets a Dan plushie! Oh, and the tenth reviewer gets one too!Happy Holidays!-Ember