One accidental video by two deliberate Philips [15/??? artefacts collected]
First floor, room somethingorother. This is a boring feed. There's the sound of furniture being moved in the background, but all that's visible is a wooden door. For a moment it sounded like there was a knock on it, but that was probably just the background noise. Really, it doesn't look like anything will be happening here anytime soon. Honestly,
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Hiding somewhere in the gardens he notices the message and checks his communicator, hoping that this is something important or at least-- ]
W-what?
[ Okay, never mind. He has no idea who this is or what she wants. ]
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Obviously there's some sort of hatemance going on here. Just accept your stabs and move on with it, hehehe!
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Who are you, what--
[ Forgive him, Philip is a little tense right now, otherwise he would gladly and politely explain that Terezi is getting the wrong idea here.
Not that he's actually caught on to what idea she's getting, but it's clearly nothing like-- ]
All this misery is only a result of fighting the inevitable! We both know this would be so much easier if you would just give him your body!
[ ...Excuse Philip for a moment, he has some more running to do. ]
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Dean's relived some great childhood memories in his old house. He's seen a fairly accurate reflection of himself - or rather, what he looks like on the inside: scared and vulnerable and waiting for the inevitable. He almost died in a swimming pool! That's definitely one to put down on the list of "Thing Never To Do Again". He met a lovely beauty pageant contestant by the name of Clarence, who really ought to looking into several things: 1) getting plastic surgery, and 2) not being a complete dick.
He made good with Cas.
Admittedly, the last one instilled him with some kind of delightful energy that made fighting all of this shit even easier. Because he does need people. Dean just never knows how to ask for help. All of this, though, lightening his mood and his Shadow's strength, has put Dean on a Hell-bent, Heaven-sent mission to help as many people as he can ( ... )
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The feed Dean saw took place on the mansion's first floor. The chase Dean didn't see led him into the labyrinth.
Events after that are a little unclear, but there may have been trolls involved. Or buckets. It was very confusing.
Hey, maybe Philip's shadow even died. For a while... ]
Outside.
[ ...Except the person twirling a bloody pickaxe while comfortably sitting on a bench near the forest with a smile on his face might not be the Philip you're looking for. ]
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[Dean almost screeches to a halt. That...doesn't sound right. At all. Glancing down at the communicator, he sees it. It's not Phil. It's that thing wielding a pickaxe, looking ridiculously smug. Dean picks up on the blood first, and swallows the panic that wants to rise in his throat.
By no means does he slow his pace, but he sure as Hell is gonna call on Castiel since things look this bad.]
What the fuck did you do with him?
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[ He shakes his head and laughs a little. ]
...But of course he didn't listen. He never listens to the good advice. To you, maybe. To his "friends". [ A chuckle. More airquotes. ] But never to the only one who really knows what is going on.
Come to think of it I should probably start looking for him again. [ A look at the bloody pickaxe. ] He can't have gone that far and there are some things I would really like to clarify.
[ He stands up and turns towards the forest. ] I don't exactly enjoy your company, but if you need to bother somebody with your incessant whining I suppose I can spare a moment to talk to you later.
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