Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)

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An earlier grave is an optional way, Tyler writes in the dim light.

He knows what Josh would say if he were here.

No.

Tyler sighs, and the memories of the day play out across his mind. Sitting completely still along with the other occupants of Dema as a red hooded figure strode through the room, glorifying vialism. Seeing the other helpless faces of those around him, knowing there was nothing he could do to help them. Noticing the ights at the perimeter of the city and daring to wonder what was beyond them.

He flips through the small yellow notebook he holds, looking for the right entry.

"Lights they blink to me," he'd written. "Transmitting things to me."

There had been more he'd wanted to write. There always was. But...he was starting to run out of space in his notebook. Only the most important thoughts could be recorded in it.

He flips through the rest of the notebook. These are his ideas. Thoughts. Song lyrics-though he shakes his head as he looks back at them. While he was here in Dema, those were as good as dead. Still, he remembered who'd helped write most of them and couldn't bear to throw the notebook away-or, better yet, burn it and every last trace of the contents inside.

If it was found-that was almost enough for him to close the notebook. Almost.

He stops on one page-a simple sketch of a smiling alien. Josh had drawn it, and, above the alien's head, written, "Ned."

That almost made Tyler smile. Almost.

Then he remembered what time it was and quickly turned back the latest page of his notebook. He added, as quickly as he could-he was starting to forget the code he had come up with, the code he wrote everything in-"If what the bishops are teaching is so wrong, then why does part of me feel at home here?"

He thought he heard footsteps. Panicked, he closed the notebook, fast. Then he stuffed it back into its hiding place.

He lays back down on the cold, hard, ground and pulls his thin blanket over him. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays it looks like he's aleep.

His heart is pounding as he hears the unmistakable swish of the bishop's robes as they enter into the small, cramped sleeping quarters.

Which one might it be? Tyler wonders anxiously.

Nills? Listo? Or...he could barely keep from shuddering. No, surely not Nico.

He tries to focus on breathing and nothing else.

Please, Tyler thinks, Please...

After what seemed like an eternity he heard the sound of footsteps leaving.

He can breathe again, but he's gripped with a sudden panic that refuses to fade. He runs his finger over thr tattoos that line his arms, wondering. Thinking of all the half-buried memories he posesses, trying to hold on to memories of a different time. A safer time. But its hard. They're almost nearly gone, and always indistinct, hazy.

He pulls his blanket tighter around him,and eventually, he's able to drift off to sleep. But it's a troubled sleep.

It always is in Dema.

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