"Uh...Dan?" Phil called into their apartment. Phil hadn't seen his boyfriend since breakfast that morning, when Dan yelled at him for eating both boxes of Dan's favourite cereal. But now Phil had heard a long high pitched squeal coming from Dan's room. "You okay?" 

He knocked on Dan's door for about thirty seconds, but then Phil just gave up and opened the door, seeing Dan tied up to a chair with a tight gag in his mouth in the middle of the room.  

"Ph!" He said with muffled words. "Rn sh crzi!"

Phil rushed over to his side, quickly untying the cloth. "It's okay, Daniel. I'll save you."

"No!" Dan frantically said to Phil as he untied the rope around his chair. "You don't understand, Phil! She's a freaking psychopath!! Phil, she wants to kill you!"

Phil was about to ask who, but Dan pointed behind him, so Phil turned and looked. That was a big mistake.

"Hello, Philly," she said. The thin, wiry girl who was barely more than a few mere twigs had tangled strawberry blonde hair with a signature danisnotonfire llama hat on, and brilliant dark blue eyes that flickered with intelligence but also a frenzy of insanity. She had hastily drawn cat whiskers on her face and an official "Dan Fan" t-shirt. On her feet she had knee high black leather boots that stopped just before they met the edge of the fringe of her pale denim jean shorts. She had one of Dan's shirts in her arms, rubbing it on her sunken cheeks. "You've arrived just in time for the party. But the problem is this is a by invitation only celebration, so I guess Dan and I are just gonna have to ask you to please leave."

Phil looked back at Dan, and Dan pleaded with him not to go. "Phil, no, please don't leave me alone with her." Phil told him not to worry, that he'd handle the situation. The girl did nothing but laugh. 

"You say that like it's actually gonna help...Poor little Philly..living in a fantasy even when his life's on the line." 

Dan looked to Phil and their eyes met. "Um..what?" Dan asked.

"Oh, I'm not going to let you leave alive, Philly. You're what stands in between Danren...And Danren has to happened. So goodbye, Philip Michael Lester. See ya in the afterlife." She pulled out a throwing knife from her boot, aiming it at Phil's head. "Dan and Lauren...the perfect match, together at last."

"Okay, Lauren, let's just calm down for a minute, and think about what you're doing... " Dan said, attempting to get the fangirl to come of homicidal mode. "You're about to murder danisnotonfire's best friend...that's not good for a relationship is it?"

She shook her head. "As true as that is, sweetheart. He must go. As long as he's here, you will never love me. He must be gone." She threw the knife at Phil's head.

Phil, completely forgetting that Dan was sitting directly behind him, ducked to avoid the flying sharp object. The dagger found a target, just not the intended one.

"Dan!! NO!" Lauren yelled. She turned to Phil. "You made me hit him! On purpose!" She started towards Phil, and he back up, towards the wall behind Dan. As Lauren passed Dan, she grabbed the bloody knife and pulled it out of his lifeless chest. "I'll make you pay."

Phil, tears just pouring down his cheeks, told her she didn't have to. That she could just give the knife to him and he'd take care of the job himself. "Better not to live than to live without him," he explained.

Lauren handed him the blade, and Phil did as he promised, stabbing it deep into his stomach. 

The crazed fangirl took the knife from Phil's abdomen and did the same.

***

Dan sat up in bed, Phil's body laying right next to his, still fast asleep.

"Man, that was one crazy dream."