Tyler doesn't want to wake up. He's dreaming. For once it's actually a good dream. Or...no, not good, exactly, but not bad. Bittersweet, he thinks. Yes, that's the word.
He can feel himself regaining consciousness and tries to hang on to the dream. Something about music, or-
"Get up!" a voice whispers.
Wait, he knows that voice. Why does he know that-
His eyes finally open. It's light outside, or, at least, as light as it ever gets in this place.
That can mean only one thing. It's morning. And that means-
No, he thinks. No, no, no.
But what can he do about it now? He's inside the walls of Dema. It controls him.
He frowns, a half-buried memory coming to the center of his mind.
He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
Doesn't it?
He sees the bishops standing at the head of the crowd of people in the distance. Their scarlet figures are easily discernable. And when he sees them, he thinks, yes, yes, it does. it definitely does.
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Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)
FanfictionTyler is alone in the city of Dema. He can't remember who he was before then. All he knows now is trying to survive in this world. He sees others around him who are struggling too, and he wants to help them. But he can't. He can't even seem to help...
