They hardly ever speak, but they don't need to. Their presence alone is more than enough to leave anyone nearby feeling hopeless and scared. Tyler is no exception. He stands in the circle with the rest and keeps his eyes trained determinedly on the ground, avoiding the broken gazes of the rest of the city's inhabitants.
I'm sorry, he thinks.
What happened to them might not have been his fault, but he wanted to help them still.
He hated that he was too powerless-no, too afraid-to do anything.
As it is, he can barely even keep himself from trembling as the tall, cloaked figure comes closer to him.
He knows what will happen before it does, of course-how many times has he stood in this exact spot?Hhow many mornings had he fallen in with the rest?-but that doesn't change the sheer terror he fears when the bishop dips his hand in the black paint and rubs it on Tyler's neck. The dread he felt a few minutes ago multiplies. And it's even harder to try to calm his inner fears. He bears Nico's mark once again.
Soon, all of them do.
The cycle of fear and dread has begun anew.
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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...
