Dan's POV

"What do you mean I gave you scars?!" I practically screamed.

"You carved the knife into my skin and–"

I threw my hands over my ears, refusing to listen, as I yelled, "I DIDN'T HURT YOU! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!"

"But you did," a voice that wasn't Phil's replied from behind me. It sounded slightly familiar. I whipped my head around toward the source of the sound to find a figure in a black robe at the bottom of the stairs.

I took my hands off of my ears. I could feel my heart beat in my ears as the figure began slowly walking toward me.

"Go away!" I yelled as it continued walking up the stairs. I stood up and grabbed the doorknob again.

It didn't open.

I started screaming as the figure stopped directly in front of me. It reached for me a bit, but before it could touch me, an Irish accent yelled, "DAN?!"

"OH MY GOSH! JACK!" I screamed back.

"I'M GETTING PHIL AWAY FROM HERE! THE DOOR'S LOCKED BUT USE YOUR SURROUNDINGS!"

"What does that mean?" I mumbled before realizing that Jack was directly on the other side of the door. "Jack–"

"PUSH IT DOWN THE DAMN STAIRS AND SAY HI TO MARK FOR ME!" he screamed at me.

I looked at the shadowy figure to find it staring at me with dead eyes. I closed my eyes, screamed, and aimlessly swung my left fist to the side of its head.

It didn't yell or scream in terror. The only sound was something falling down the stairs.

"I did it," I whispered to myself. I opened my eyes, expecting to see the body at the bottom of the stairs. Instead, I saw nothing. No blood, no body, no proof that it had ever been here.

"Jack?" I called.

No response.

"Phil?" I yelled.

Nothing.

"They aren't here," someone said from behind the door.

It sounded identical to the figure that had just been here.

"What do you mean?" I asked, growing more and more worried with every passing second.

"Well, Phil's still here. I feel I've done enough to him to get to you. As for Jack, you just caused him to get a far worse fate than I intended."

"WHAT DID I DO?!" I yelled, wanting to cry knowing that Jack would've gotten off easy if it wasn't for me.

"He stayed here to help you because you were too scared. Piece of advice, if you're going to survive this, you need to grow a pair. This isn't a joke, or a game, or a fucking video collab. This. Is. How. You. End."

"I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU KILL ME!" I yelled, trying to sound brave. Unfortunately, my voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

"That's not what I said."

It stopped talking to me after that.

And I broke down on the stairs, with the only sound being Phil screaming at me from the other room about how terrible I was.

Felix's POV

Cry and I had split up from Mark and the three kids. We were walking around, checking dorms and talking.

We were currently contemplating if Phil would kiss Dan, or if Dan would kiss Phil.

"Dan's gonna kiss him. I swear he keeps talking about him like he already has," I claimed.

"But Phil's being tortured!" Cry started. "At this point, he'd probably kill just to talk to Dan, let alone kiss him."

I chuckled, "Exactly! Dan's practically the same way!"

"Dan isn't being tortured, Felix!" Cry yelled, giggling.

"Whatever. I'm still willing to bet that Dan kisses Phil."

"And I'm willing to bet that Phil kisses Dan!"

"Oh you're so on," I decided.

"Five bucks?" he asked.

"Ten."

"Deal."

He held his hand out, expecting me to shake it. I rolled my eyes, pushed his hand out of the way, and gently kissed his lips.

He pulled away a bit, smiling as he shook his head and mumbled, "I fricken love you."

"Well, I was hoping so–"

"Shut up," he muttered as he pulled me into another kiss.

I smiled into it and tilted my head a bit. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he twisted a finger in one of my belt loops, pulling me closer. He swung us around so that my back was against a wall and slowly lifted me off the ground. I tangled a fist full of his hair in my hand.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Mark screamed from behind us.

Cry dropped me, causing me to yelp. We were both blushing messes. Cry helped me up and whispered, "Sorry I dropped you," in my ear.

"Wait, why'd you tell them to stop?!" Jason yelled.

Reagan was on the ground laughing, Jason looked pissed at Mark, and Nate was staring at us in awe.

"W-What are you g-guys doing here?" Cry asked.

Reagan choked out, "This is where we agreed to meet up."

Oh yeah.

"Don't let us stop you!" Nate started. "We wouldn't want to interrupt Percy's OTP!"

Pewdiecry is Percy's OTP?

"Actually," Reagan began as she stood up, "let's save this for when Percy can witness it with us."

Mark face palmed. "Whatever. Did you guys find the key?"

"Mark, they weren't looking," Nate answered for us.

"They might've been looking for a different key," Reagan said, winking at Cry and me, making us blush more.

"Come on, let's just find the key and get back to Dan," Mark decided.

"AND PHIL!" Nate and Reagan yelled in sync. They started laughing after, causing me to smile.

"Oh man, it feels good to be able to say that again," Nate giggled out.

"Guys, focus," Mark started, "we have to find the key. Do you three know anywhere that would be a good place to hide something like that?"

The kids looked like they were thinking for a moment before Reagan's eyes widened. "We're idiots!"

"Why, might I ask?" I questioned.

"Nate, do you still have that shrine in your closet?" Reagan asked.

"Why would I get rid of it?"

"THAT'S WHERE THE KEY IS!" Reagan shouted.

"Hold on," Cry started, "why would the key be on a shrine?"

"Because the door is separating Dan from Phil. It's a Phan shrine!" Reagan yelled as she grabbed Nate be the hand and dragged him down a hallway. We all ran after them.

We continued running until they abruptly stopped in front of a dorm. Nate dug a hand in his pocket until he pulled out a key. He plugged the key into the keyhole and twisted it, unlocking his door.

We all walked into his dorm room to find every inch of the walls covered in merchandise. One side, which I assumed was Percy's, was covered in Pewdiecry fanart, with shirts laying across the floor that had my logo on them.

The other side had Dan and Phil merchandise everywhere. Posters covering the walls, shirts littering the floor, and several pieces of fanart that actually looked pretty cute.

There was a bookcase separating the two sides of the room that consisted of YouTuber's books and comic books.

"Whoa," Cry mumbled next to me.

"It gets even better," Nate declared as he led us to another door. He opened it and inside clothes were lined up neatly on hooks. The back wall had pictures of Dan and Phil, a box underneath, and candles surrounding it. The Amazing Book is not on Fire was on the box.

As well as a key.

"YES!" Reagan cheered as she swiped the key off the box.

She walked back out of the closet, holding the key in her hands. She gave the key to Mark, who looked at it in shock.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"This key in covered in skulls. Nate's wasn't."

"Well, it's for a door at the top of a staircase that just appeared out of nowhere sooo," Reagan answered as she and Nate began leaving the room. They stopped at the door, though.

"What's up?" Cry asked.

"I'm grabbing a backpack, hold on," Nate answered.

"Why?" Jason asked.

"Because I have a feeling we won't be coming back here for quite a while so I'm stuffing a bag with merch and other stuff."

"I'll help!" Reagan decided as she, Nate, and Jason began pulling posters off of walls, digging through a drawer to get a flashlight, and grabbing a couple shirts.

"Fangirls are so weird," I mumbled without thinking.

"Be careful not to say that in front of Dan!" Nate warned me.

"And why's that?" I asked, smiling.

"Because he's Phil trash number one, of course!"

Nate slung the bag over his shoulder as we all left the room. Once we all got out, he locked the door and we started making our way back to Dan.

*Time skip*

We stopped talking when we heard crying. We ran to the stairs to find Dan at the top, bawling his eyes out while someone kicked the door from the other side.

"I didn't do anything!" Dan yelled through choked sobs.

"YOU RUINED ME!" Phil screeched, making Dan cry harder.

"Dan?" Nate called.

Dan's head shot toward us, tears streaming down his face as he croaked, "He won't stop."

"Stop what?" I asked.

"He thinks I'm the one who tortured him."

A/N

Mark's such a cock block

*nervous laughter*

I freaking loved throwing Jack back in there for a few paragraphs

Anyways, BUH-BYE BROTATOES!