This Can't be Happening

Chapter 1

Hey guys, so here is a new story about Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun (twenty one pilots) and before you start assuming thing this isn't a 'Joshler' story. Absolutely no love or relationship between the two.

I like to think of this as the story of how the actually met, in this story they're basically partners in crime, if you would. This story will be in Josh's point of view unless I change it which probably won't be a lot.

So I hope you guys enjoy this story and happy reading.

Josh POV

Damn, another murder this week. I sat on my couch watching the only channel I got on this dreadful TV, the news. Ever since the new year, the crime rate has spiked drastically. The authorities have been trying to get it under control but their efforts are practically useless.

I got up with a sigh and turned the tv off, I can never seem to find that damned remote. I needed to go to work soon at, literally, the only place that hasn't been robbed, the Record Store.

It's very surprising that a store like this is still around considering the year. But the job is a breeze and honestly, the money's alright and since I live alone I have nothing to worry about other then myself.

I walked in the bathroom for a shower before work. I stripped of all my clothes and stretched I needed a scolding hot shower. I turned the knob and nothing came out.

"Shit, you'd think under these circumstances turning off the water would be the least of our problems." I grumbled and walked out of the bathroom and into my connecting room and put clothes on.

We didn't have any dress code n the shop so I just wore some basketball shorts, a plain white t-shirt, high socks and vans.

I grabbed the nail file with a pointy tip that's the landlord gave me as a makeshift key when I moved in. He lost the key to the apartment long ago and never got another made. I don't mind though, as long as I have some sort of shelter I'm good.

I walked out of the apartment and down the stairs, elevator doesn't work, and to the outside. I took a deep breath in of the thick, horrible smelling air and made my way to the record store.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked with my head down. I felt someone brush up against my shoulder and turned.

"Watch it." The person grumbled and kept speed walking down the sidewalk. Fuck, what's his deal? I turned and watches as he walked away, wearing all black and tightly clasping onto something white. I turned back around and contained walking down the street.

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I made it to work just to see my boss, Brendon, basically passed out at the counter. Which honestly is understandable. Business, if we had any, is so slow and basically nonexistent.

"Brendon, wake up! You're the boss how the hell can you be the one to fall asleep?" I said while shaking his shoulders. He groaned and sat up with his eyes shut tightly. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked at me a few times.

" Why are you here?" He questioned. I turned and cocked my head. I've been working here for years. I furrowed my eyebrows and responded.

"What do you mean? I've been working here for years." He ran a few fingers through his hair and stood up straight.

"Didn't I tell you? The shop is closed, business is terrible I'm closing my the shop for good." My eyes widened in shock, is this even real? What am I going to do for money? I'm going to have to find another job.

My breathing quickened and my heart rate spiked. I know it's not the end of the world but right here and now it is for me.

" You okay there Josh?" I looked at Brendon then down at my self. I was, unknowingly, clutching my shirt and felt the beating of my heart it. I nodded in response, not being able to muster up any strength to speak.

"If you'd like you can take any record you want. I saw you take the record player out of the backroom a while ago and just never said anything about it." I looked away, shit he wasn't suppose to know about that " I don't mind cause though. Sorry Josh."

With that he walked into the backroom to probably attempt to sleep again since I disturbed him. I walked around the shop taking a few things here and there and made my way out, silently saying goodbye to the best thing that has ever happened to me.

-

This seemed like the walk of eternity, probably because I'm carrying about 15 records and they aren't exactly the lightest things in the world.

I set the records down in front of my door and pulled out the file. I shoved it in the "keyhole". while I was funneling with the thing I could hear slight rustling and moving of things in my apartment.

"What the hell?" I whispered, making sure what or who ever in my apartment couldn't hear me. I slowly pushed open the door and peaked my head around.

I saw a black mass standing in my refrigerator door as if this is his apartment and not mine. He was taking things out of the fridge and put them in a backpack. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, what do I do?

He shut the fridge and zipped up his backpack. When he turned around he jumped in surprise. He seemed familiar. The all black, short brown hair but before I got more time to analyze him he put some sort of white mask over his head giving me nothing else of him to see but his eyes and mouth.

We were still at a stare off, the apartment only has one exit and I was standing right next to it besides the, practically, microscopic window to his left.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife all while keeping eye contact with me. I had nothing to defend myself other the the dull mail file I held tightly in my hand.

As if instantly he lunged at me, cause me to fall over with him straddling me. I felt as if my life was about to end right here and now.

"You've seen my face." he spoke as if we had been friends for a long time. Calm and collected " Since you've clearly seen my face, I can let you live." He cocked his arm back, ready for this kill. I wasn't going to let myself go down like this.

I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins and I flipped us over and pinned both of his arms to the side of his head. My breathing was heavy, fast and shallow. I did know what to do from there so we just stared at each other again.

"Listen to me," I said panting "get out of here. Don't ask any questions and don't you fucking dare come back." I had all of this courage all of a sudden. I took the knife of of his hand and got off of him. He stood up on his own and quickly walked out of my apartment with his head down and while taking his mask off as he turned the corner.

What the hell has been happening today?

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Chapter 1 is completed. I hope you guys enjoyed reading. I have plans for this story's and I'm really excited about it.