Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)

~Clancy~

The rest of his world is spinning in a thousand different directions, but one thought stays with him. That thought is this: he does not want to die a spectacle and an example. He does not want his death to be a reminder of the bishops' twisted rule.

He does not want to die at all-this thought surprises him for a moment.

But it is completely true.

He is sorry he can't fight their power, otherwise he would.

He would, for the sake of all that is right.

He cannot do much else other than try to kep his head high, try to find the strength to deny their lies.

And watch as the red-hooded figure bends down, clutching the knife.

Clancy can see their face...at least part ot if. And while the bishops do look nearly identical, Clancy knows how to distinguish them from each other.

He can't help but feel a slight sense of relief when he realizes it isn't Keons.

He knows it isn't Nico, either.

But he doesn't care enough to try to identify his soon-to-be murderer.

All of them are the same to him now.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

He never wanted to die like this.

He tries to hold on, hold on for all of those he will be forced to leave behind.

He can't and he's sorry and with the scarlet seeping out of his body, his life bleeding out right in front of him, he can barely tell the difference between himself and the robed figures circling around him, dressed in robes the exact same color as his blood.

He will die as he lived: surrounded by enemies.

And he does.

He just hopes that somehow his spirit will manage to find rest somewhere...somehow.

He wants to care, wants to hold on...but he can't.

His eyes are closing and he knows they won't open again.

This is the end.

Well, now he knows.

The bishops were wrong.

Death is not an es-

😭

That's all I got for ya.

Just.

Tears.