Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)

~Tyler~

TW-towards the middle it takes about self-harm.
When he says that, Nico seems to relax.

And Tyler can't help but wonder.

Is the bishop's sole purpose in life to simply be there, always present no matter how much he seems to disappear?

To always plague the mind and the soul no matter what?

Or is he more like a guiding influence?

In Tyler's own experience he has been all of them.

He has always been there, for better or worse.

It doesn't matter now.

Nothing matters anymore.

"Come on," Nico says almost sadly, solemnly.

Tyler can't help but think he...he closes his eyes.

He can't help but think that Nico-or at least part of Nico-doesn't want him to die.

Yes.

Part of the bishop, tucked deep inside those other, dominant parts that Tyler sees more often, wants him to survive.

Wants him to deal with the pain and come out stronger. Not give up on living.

But how has that part become swallowed by the rest?

How has he only been focused on the bishop that confuse him, make him wonder?

Surely there is more than what means the eye.

Surely.

But maybe he's wrong.

It doesn't matter nothing matters anymore.

Maybe there was is meaning maybe there never was is haven't wasn't.

Maybe its all a mess and always was and he should just give up now its fine it was always fine he wasn't supposed to make it this far no one needs him...

No one needs him.

Nico hands him a knife.

"Don't worry," he says quietly. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."

And Tyler feels overcome with emotion.

Mostly he's just grateful for that.

He knows its more than he deserves.

But, oh, his hands are shaking.

He wants the pain to end, but he's so afraid...

The bishop places his hands, his cold, cold hands, on Tyler's shoulders.

"Do it," he whispers. "I know you can."

Tyler swallows. Tightens his grip on the knife.

"Do it," Nico whispers again.

His mouth dry, Tyler brings the knife closer to his chest.

"Do it!" Nico exclaims.

He almost does.

Oh, he comes so close.

But...

Then he sees.

He hears someone screaming his name.

TYLER!!!

Josh.

Oh, go-That was Josh's voice.

No.

Tyler's mind is spinning. He feels his hold on the knife slipping.

It clatters to the floor.