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[prince.]

[shock, dan's actually going to die in order to become undead, so here's possibly dan's last human post]

dan shut his eyes tight, shivering in pain as he gave a tiny nod, promptly shutting up. pain surged though him, causing him to hiss slightly. as he heard phil's voice, he subconsciously opened his eyes to look at his worries friend, too weak to give him strength or hope. "am i bleeding?" he whispered, raising a hand to touch the wet blood at his neck. "it hurts, phil! make it stop!" dan whined, starting to try and move slightly, before falling back down again.

[nyctomancy]

Crap, this Dan character was really going downhill. Focusing on the wound, Cryaotic was interrupted by the appearance of Phil, who obviously knew Dan. "I don't, I'm sorry," the masked man replied, with a shake of his head. "He screamed and then I found him like this." When the male began to squirm and complain about his sound hurting, Cryoatic continued to tend to the injured male. But what he couldn't ignore was how deathly cold the British fellow had become all of a sudden, as if his very life was leaking out of him.

[prince.]

in a few brief moments, dan's health had plummeted. a strange, cold feeling spread across his chest and along his entire body, sleepiness kicking in. his breathing shallowed quite considerably, slowing down and faulting occassionally. too wrecked to fight it, dan shuddered, his eyes glazing over. "'m tired," he mumbled, before shutting his eyes. a few minutes passed, and eventually, as quickly as he had been attacked, dan's breathing stopped.

[nyctomancy]

jacksepticeye // with mark

"mm," the male said, murmuring his agreement. it was a certain prospect to dwell upon; what had brought them all together? mark lived in america, and he lived in ireland. not to mention, both dan and phil came from the uk. how could they all of traveled that far in one night? then again, the irishman wasn't even sure where they were, so he couldn't yet gauge the miles. at the mention of horror games, sean perked up. heh, it was just like mark to attempt to lighten up the situation. "haha, if i've learned anythin' from horror games, it's that you don't split up," sean replied with a grin. poking about with mark certainly would make him feel better than if he was on his own. interlocking his hand with the american's, the brunette then said, "let's try not to get separated."

cryaotic // with dan and phil

the brunette froze as this change occurred. so shocked, was he, that he couldn't even pull his hand away from the neck of the dying boy. couldn't help the dying british man. so when dan's body shuddered for the last time (as a human), and fell still, he felt that too. "no," cry whispered, under his breath. he was in disbelief.

[loomis]

Phil shook his head, not believing this one bit. Dan had to be fine. This all had to be some elaborate prank a bunch of youtubers were playing, right? Shakily, he brought his hand toward his best friend as he mumbled "C'mon Dan, y-you can drop the act now...you're scaring me." He felt for anything, a heartbeat, breathing, but there was no sign his flatmate was alive "No! No, Daniel stop, wake up..." Realizing the other was still near him, he attempted to quiet the sobs that escaped him, managing to say between hiccups "D'you-know..wh-what's going on? Are we-" he paused to wipe his eyes, unsuccessfully trying to stop the tears "Are we being hunted or something?"

(Third attempt at this reply because my phone hates me)

[prince.]

dan may have looked and seems completely unresponsive, but he was far from gone. in fact, his body was making huge changes to itself while he was seemingly 'dead'. while his fangs wouldn't grow in for a while, his blood ran cold, his stopped pulse remained paused, but his neck stopped bleeding. his eyes changed colour slowly but surely into a deep, bloodlust red. a certain hunger, desire, that he had never had before has awoken in him.

[nyctomancy]

jacksepticeye // with mark

"mm," the male said, murmuring his agreement. it was a certain prospect to dwell upon; what had brought them all together? mark lived in america, and he lived in ireland. not to mention, both dan and phil came from the uk. how could they all of traveled that far in one night? then again, the irishman wasn't even sure where they were, so he couldn't yet gauge the miles. at the mention of horror games, sean perked up. heh, it was just like mark to attempt to lighten up the situation. "haha, if i've learned anythin' from horror games, it's that you don't split up," sean replied with a grin. poking about with mark certainly would make him feel better than if he was on his own. interlocking his hand with the american's, the brunette then said, "let's try not to get separated."

cryaotic // with dan and phil

awkwardly, cry took his hands off of the seemingly dead man's neck. he awkwardly wait for something, anything to happen. and his prayers were answered in the form of sobs. phil's sobs, to be accurate. wide-eyed, cryaotic turned towards the crying male, and shuffled towards him. unsure of how to comfort the dark-haired male ( his friend had just died, after all ) the brunette instead threw his arms around phil, pulling him close to his chest. "i don't know," cry said simply. "we've got to push on."

[loomis]

Something about the other's voice was really soothing, reassuring. Vaguely familiar, but he wasn't able to concentrate on where he'd heard it at the moment. Phil simply stood in that place for a moment, finding it at least slightly comforting that someone was there. Sure, he'd prefer it were Dan hugging him and not, you know, dead on the floor. But Phil had already had his mind set. He'd find whoever hurt Dan, what he'd do to make the person pay, he was unsure of. Glancing up at the other male for a moment, a confused look crossed his face "Are you...wearing a mask?"

[nyctomancy]

jacksepticeye // with mark

"mm," the male said, murmuring his agreement. it was a certain prospect to dwell upon; what had brought them all together? mark lived in america, and he lived in ireland. not to mention, both dan and phil came from the uk. how could they all of traveled that far in one night? then again, the irishman wasn't even sure where they were, so he couldn't yet gauge the miles. at the mention of horror games, sean perked up. heh, it was just like mark to attempt to lighten up the situation. "haha, if i've learned anythin' from horror games, it's that you don't split up," sean replied with a grin. poking about with mark certainly would make him feel better than if he was on his own. interlocking his hand with the american's, the brunette then said, "let's try not to get separated."

cryaotic // with dan and phil

in the process, cry had totally forgotten about the mask. then again, it slipped his mind a lot nowadays; he was so used to wearing it, to being seen with it, that he didn't mind the stares. but when this ..phil person brought it up, the brunette couldn't help but stiffen. well, that was one way to ruin a moment of comfort. cryaotic cleared his throat, "yea," he replied.

[anathema]

( hi! i promise i didn't abandon this; i just didn't know how to start ^^" )

jenn woke to darkness and voices. she opened her eyes slowly, her breathing soon growing rapid out of panic. where the hell am i? she wondered, staggering to her feet. she couldn't remember anything that happened after she arrived at vidcon. why am i here? the youtuber walked toward the voices; two sounded remotely like dan and phil, whom she had been speaking with before . . . what? she wasn't sure. "hey!" she called out, "is anybody there?"