A/N
hello friends! sorry for such a late update. lots going on with studying and schoolwork of the sorts. anyways, enjoy the second part of 'a gigabyte lovestory' :D

Phil's POV
I wake up drowsy and weak, holding on to what seemed to be... a fan?

This fan, however, was a lot larger. Not only that, but it is close to pitch black wherever I am. I am on one of the 4 blades and was moving quite fast. Wind blows through my hair. Rest in peace fringe.

But why was this fan so big? Does this mean that I'm... small? Like, tiny? Like AntMan?

No. No, no, no. This is obviously impossible. I frantically start to inspect my surroundings. A CPU. A graphics card.

I was inside of a computer.

Confusion and fear starts to settle in. I start to pant. My movements are quick and choppy. I look around and see something near the power button.

Dan.

"Dan!" I yell for him. No answer. No body movement. He hadn't heard me.

I had to get to him. What if he's hurt? What if he's... no. I can't think like that. Bad thoughts. I've already got enough crap going on. The point is, I need to find out how to help him.

I start thinking. It is too risky to jump. It's a good 50 feet drop. Climb the walls? I feel the side of the wall. Nope. Wouldn't work. Too slick.

I look up. I see a thick, green wire drooping from the ceiling. I take out my multi tool. I don't even know why I have it honestly, I'm not a handy guy. I switch to the sharp blade and begin to cut it. 10 seconds in, the blade breaks off and falls down to the ground with a 'clank!'

There isn't any other way to do this. I need something strong enough to cut through it.

The fan! It wasn't very sharp, but at the speed it's spinning at, it might just work.

With one hand on the fan's blade, I jump up and grab the wire. With all my might, I pull it down about 3 centimeters away from the fan blade. I count to three. "One, two, three!" I pull the wire down and hold it there. Before I know it, the wire was cut.

Carefully, I grab the longest piece. I jump and glide through the sky. I am the next Spider-Man! Or Tarzan. Either works.

I finally get close enough to the ground to detach. I let go and tumble onto the floor.

I brush off my pajama bottoms and stand upright. I rush over to Dan and gently push on his side. "Dan? Dan wake up." Nothing. "Dan please, I'm begging here." He opens his eyes and starts to laugh. "Ha! I really got you! You should see your face!"

My mouth gapes open. I punch him in the arm. "What the hell?" Dan looked up at me. "I thought you were dead! You were just laying there and.. I thought I'd lost you."

Dan gazes into my eyes apologetically. He gets up and hugs me. It wasn't a guy hug either. It was warm and genuine. "I will never leave you Phil. You're my best friend. Besides, if I died, who would buy cereal for you to sneakily eat at 2 am?" I chuckle and put my hand over my mouth.

"Why do you do that?" I tilted my head in confusion. "Why do you cup your hand over your mouth when you smile or laugh?" I shrug. "I guess I just do."

He just sighs. I playfully punch him in the shoulder. "What do you say we try and find our way out of this place?" Dan nods and grins.

We both walk side by side, hands in the pockets of our skinny jeans. The word replays in my head like a broken record. "Friend".