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co-existingJack sometimes convinced himself he was happy, sat at the windowsill, smoking, watching. The people moving around outside looked like ants - small, wrapped up in their black jackets, moving as fast as their legs would carry them. Jack stubbed the cigarette out on his trouser leg before moving onto the next. He'd smoked half the pack to the filter.co-existing by LlamaStickz
He didn't know when he'd last washed - a week, maybe? But he was getting skinnier - it had to have been longer. He didn't know. He'd abandoned the TV for lack of entertainment, abandoned anything outside his own little world. Had he missed the summer? His own birthday? Maybe Casper's, or Alex's? Jack hoped not. Had he maybe missed Christmas? But then, why would it matter?
Jack moved from his spot however later, swinging his legs right around onto his bed. He lay there, pushing his nail into his wrist, gouging the pus out of a wound. Did it matter?
He went to sleep as the sun began to rise, and awoke many hours later. He continued to exist.
phan - [untitled]Blood pooled out of the back of the truck, seeping down into the mud, mixed and diluted and muddied by the rain. Phil didn't want it to be like this, he didn't at all. As blood pooled down and over and around his whole arm he wondered if he'd get sick again. He unlatched the bolts on the door, and pulled down the flap. There was a body, lying there in the truck, covered in a few ripped black bags. He pushed them to the side, grabbed the body's feet, and pulled. It fell out of the back of the truck with a thud, sending mud all up the pale man's trousers. "Bastard!" he said, kicking the corpse. "Don't get me fucking angry!"phan - [untitled] by LlamaStickz
He dragged the man into the ditch lying by the road, kicked against its head, and climbed back out, letting out a muffled whimper as the thorns caught his hands.
Driving back home was awkward, and long. The rain didn't stop; in fact, it got heavier, and Phil had to keep switching the windcreen wipers higher and higher until he could barely hear his own thoughts agains
Phan - Someone's got to keep you safeDan Howell - despite being a hermit - is an obnoxious little shit.Phan - Someone's got to keep you safe by LlamaStickz
This is sort of cute some times (like when he lies in the middle of the hall muttering, 'oh dear lord, I am going to die') and less cute at others (when he won't move when oh my God, Dan, just get off the floor you idiot).
"You could do with some help."
"Are you my mother?" Phil asks with a grunt, grabbing the box of Cheerios back off of him.
"You could drown."
"I could-" but then the cheerios are gone and Dan's walking back to his bedroom, hips swaying with every step.
Like I said - an obnoxious little shit.
When the doorbell rings the next day, Phil bounds up to answer it, just so Dan doesn't end up buying out all the stock of whatever the guy's selling.
He throws open the door with a deadpan expression, but then somehow his face drops even more. "Chris. PJ."
"Hey, dude!" Chris leans in for a hug, planting a huge, sloppy kiss on Phil's cheek. He wipes away the trail of drool with a slightly disgruntled 'e