Dan and Phil Imagines (Requests CLOSED!)

*SPOOKY WEEK SPECIAL* Don't Let Me Be Gone ↣ Phil

SPØØKY WEEK SPECIAL 3/7
Songfic for "Goner" by twenty øne piløts

♪I'm a goner♪

The two of you sit.

Waiting.

The agonizing sound of silence drowns your thoughts.

All you know is waiting.

Phil inhales.

♪somebody catch my breath♪

He tries to speak.

But he can't.

You want to speak.

But you can't.

He'll hurt Phil if you speak.

He.

You despise him.

But you can't say his name.

If you say his name,

he'll hurt Phil.

♪I'm a goner♪

"(Y/N)," Phil whispers.

And then it happens.

Slowly, the darkness starts to creep out from under the sleeve of his shirt.

He winces in pain and tightly grips the edge of the couch as the shadow continues to engulf his flesh.

It trails down his arm, past his elbow,

then it actually manifests itself at his wrists.

The darkness, the same color as his jet black hair, continues to travel, eventually burning into hands, and finally coming to a stop at his fingertips.

"(Y/N)," Phil says again with more conviction.

With more panic. Anxiety. Stress.

Fear.

♪somebody catch my breath♪

You open your mouth to reply.

"D–Don't," he snaps, moving his arms toward you.

You instinctively startle away from him.

He's already here.

He stands to stand.

Not Phil.

He.

The one you despise.

Not the one you love.

"(Y/N)," he says, his voice deep and husky. He starts pacing back and forth in front of you. "Get out of here. Leave me alone."