How he got here

My first ever Phanfiction. Don't judge me

Everything changed with that strangers hand. After the pain he had experienced, the look in the strangers eyes was not something Dan could ignore. He could either stay in the box, ready to die a slow and lonely death, or take the strangers silent hand, wherever it may take him. The stranger with pale skin and black hair. The stranger with such a kind face and unusual attire.

But to think of it,

did he have a choice in the first place?