Dans P.O.V.
It was a warm day in London, quite surprising, as it was December. I was out on a walk from the Shopping Centre, it only took around 20 minutes to get to my flat. When I got to my flat, I dug into my jean pockets to get the keys to the door. I felt nothing. I forgot my keys again.
"SHIT." I said. I quickly knocked on the door, "PHIL YOU BETTER BE HOME."
I heard a loud boom and Phil opened the door.
"What?" He said quietly.
"I forgot my fucking keys again."
"DAN." Phil said, holding his bruised wrist.
"Hey" I heard another voice behind me."
"Um... Hi..?"
"Can you guys taste test my salsa? I don't know if it's to spicy or not." She (whom I assumed it was a she) said.
"Um... I guess...?" I said.
"I don't like spice." Phil said quickly.
"JUST DO IT." She shouted.
I wish i didn't eat that. Maybe I should've went with Phil's excuse.
"Okay, whatever." Phil said, taking a nacho and dipping it into the red juice.
"So...how is it?" She asked.
"Okay. Not spicy." I remarked.
"Has an edge to it, but overall great." Phil said a shoved me into the flat and slammed the door.
"What the hell." Phil said.
"Fucking London people." I said.
"I'm going to bed." Phil said.
"Me too." I stated.
"Um, Dan?"
"Yes, Phil." I asked.
"Can we sleep on the couch?"
"I guess." I said heading into the lounge.
Phil turned on Netflix, and put on American Horror Story. I quickly fell asleep after 3 episodes.
~Next Day~
Dan's P.O.V.
I woke up, but I couldn't move.
What the fuck?
Where is Phil?
Why am I on a table?
What is life?
I tried to flail my arms but I couldn't.
WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!
I looked across the room, which a mirror was present.
Why am I yellowish
And salty
And plain
What.
Next to me, was a glass bowl, full of red juices.
I looked at the glass bowl and said,
"I'm just dry and crusty, and until I can get inside you and submerge myself in your red juices I-"
I felt the bowl stare at me, and it said, "DIP INTO ME."
I responded back with, "I cannot move."
"DIP INTO ME. DIP INTO ME. DIP INTO ME. DIP. INTO.ME. DIP DIP."
I started flailing my arms around screaming, as I jumped into the bowl.
"I'M COMPLETE!! MMMMMM!"
"THATS RIGHT DIP INTO ME." The red juices said, sucking me inside, then I heard,
"Hello, my name is Dan."
Then I fell into many nacho pieces. That was the end.
I quickly woke up, just a dream. Weird.
"Um Dan?" I heard Phil say.
"Yes?" I heard myself say.
"Nachos and Salsa and Chill with Phill?" He said, holding up a bag of Nachos.
"Oh YeS." I said clapping.
"Great, can you check on the salsa for me?"
"Oh, sure." I said walking into the kitchen.
The oven was open, and heated.
Thats a weird way of cooking salsa.
I turned around and saw Phil behind me.
"Did you forget some-" I saw Phil lounging at me, and pushed me into the oven. The last thing I felt was heat, and Phil's face staring into my soul.
Phil's P.O.V
After Dan was cooked, I skinned him.
This would not do for a winter coat. I thought, tossing his bowl of skin into Striker's cage.
"Eat it." I commanded my small little hamster to do, and it ate it.
All of it.
"Good boy." I said, patting it's head.
I returned to the lounge, where I placed my nachos and drizzled blood onto the couch.
Turning on old Buffy episodes, I thought to myself
Revenge, tastes sweet.
And every other week, I got a new roomate
The End
