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It’s 3 AM and Dan’s awake still editing a video. He felt his stomach growl, so he decided to go grab a bowl of cereal.

Walking to the kitchen, Dan opened the cabinet and grabbed his favorite cereal. He then closed the cabinet and went to go get a bowl, but he bumped in to something. Rubbing his eyes, the Brit saw what that “Something.” was.

“Phil! What in the bloody fuck are you doing up at this hour!”

Phil hung his head in shame, shedding a tear. “I killed Dil..”

Dan screamed, dropping the cereal box and shaking the other like a rag doll. “YOU WHAT?”

“I-I-I...” Phil couldn’t even finish his sentence. He began to cry and scream, the guilt taking over. He was shaking on the floor now, muttering Dil’s name under his breath. Dan sighed wiping tears from his own eyes and sitting beside Phil. “I need you to calm down Philly.”

Phil took deep breaths, holding on to Dan’s arm for comfort. “D-Dan..?” he asked, his voice still shaky from crying.

“Yes, Phil?”

“Y-You remember how towards the beginning of our Sims play through when Dil tried to fix that stereo, but he got electrocuted?”

Dan smiled slightly, chuckling a bit at the memory. How could he forget that? That was when he began to truly care about Dil. When Dil became part of the family. “Yeah, I remember.”

“That’s how he died...” Phil replied morosely.

“What?” Dan questioned, grabbing Phil’s hand and looking up at him confused.

Phil sighed, holding back the tears in his eyes. “I got up for a late night play session, but when I got on that damn stereo was broken. So I had him fix it, but he got electrocuted again. He fell and didn’t move…..And then I saw death come and take him away...”

Dan punched the floor in rage, letting tears escape his eyes again. “I KNEW THAT DAMN STEREO WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING!”

“We’ll still have the memories though, Danny.” Phil pointed out, trying to mollify both their nerves.

“I guess you’re right…..But I miss him already.”

“I miss him too Dan,” Phil agreed, kissing Dan on the forehead, “I miss him too.”

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It’s 3 AM and Dan’s awake still editing a video. He felt his stomach growl, so he decided to go grab a bowl of cereal.

Walking to the kitchen, Dan opened the cabinet and grabbed his favorite cereal. He then closed the cabinet and went to go get a bowl, but he bumped in to something. Rubbing his eyes, the Brit saw what that “Something.” was.

“Phil! What in the bloody fuck are you doing up at this hour!”

Phil hung his head in shame, shedding a tear. “I killed Dil..”

Dan screamed, dropping the cereal box and shaking the other like a rag doll. “YOU WHAT?”

“I-I-I...” Phil couldn’t even finish his sentence. He began to cry and scream, the guilt taking over. He was shaking on the floor now, muttering Dil’s name under his breath. Dan sighed wiping tears from his own eyes and sitting beside Phil. “I need you to calm down Philly.”

Phil took deep breaths, holding on to Dan’s arm for comfort. “D-Dan..?” he asked, his voice still shaky from crying.

“Yes, Phil?”

“Y-You remember how towards the beginning of our Sims play through when Dil tried to fix that stereo, but he got electrocuted?”

Dan smiled slightly, chuckling a bit at the memory. How could he forget that? That was when he began to truly care about Dil. When Dil became part of the family. “Yeah, I remember.”

“That’s how he died...” Phil replied morosely.

“What?” Dan questioned, grabbing Phil’s hand and looking up at him confused.

Phil sighed, holding back the tears in his eyes. “I got up for a late night play session, but when I got on that damn stereo was broken. So I had him fix it, but he got electrocuted again. He fell and didn’t move…..And then I saw death come and take him away...”

Dan punched the floor in rage, letting tears escape his eyes again. “I KNEW THAT DAMN STEREO WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING!”

“We’ll still have the memories though, Danny.” Phil pointed out, trying to mollify both their nerves.

“I guess you’re right…..But I miss him already.”

“I miss him too Dan,” Phil agreed, kissing Dan on the forehead, “I miss him too.”