twenty one pilots one shots

Implicit Demand for Proof

First one-shot of this book!! Hope this isn't crap...

People involved: Tyler, Josh, and some random OCs who don't have much significance in the story.

***trigger warning(s): death***

I'm Tyler Joseph, and Joshua Dun is my best friend.

Well, was my best friend.

September 8th.

I was sitting on my couch, sending text after text to Josh. He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

He wasn't answering, and my mind, of course, was jumping to the worst case scenario.

He couldn't be caught in traffic... He would've texted me if he was. If he was in a standstill, he would have time to send me a quick text explaining his tardiness.

I was pacing so much I'm pretty sure I made an indention in the floor.

I was taking shaky breaths, running my hands through my hair, and checking my phone every two seconds.

Josh was two and a half hours late when there was a knock on the door.

"If that's you, Josh, I swear I am going to kill you." I said as I walked over to open the door.

But it wasn't Josh standing there, scratching the back of his neck, chuckling nervously as he says, "I can explain."

It was two police officers.

"Are you Tyler Joseph?" Inquires the one on the left, a short, portly, middle-aged man.

I swallowed hard. "Y-yes, sir." I choked out, barely audible.

The officer to the right, a woman about my age, took a step closer. "Mr. Joseph, we found your friend, Joshua Dun, dead in his living room. He suffered a gunshot wound to his head, and it's believed to be self-inflicted. I'm sorry for your loss."

I blinked. "Josh would never do that." I said, my voice more crackly than usual. "He'd never... kill himself."

"We found fingerprints on his body." The other officer explained. "We originally thought it was suicide, but we are now filing this as a murder case."

I didn't say anything. I just... stood there.

An unwelcome image of Josh lying on his hardwood floor, his blood pooling beneath him, made its home inside my head.

I imagined his warm brown eyes staring up at the ceiling without sight, the blood gushing from his head, the gun in his hand...

"Mr. Joseph?" The female officer's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Officer Madsen and I need to go. We want to, again, express our sincerest condolences for Mr. Dun's passing."

"Thank you." I replied softly with a nod.

They both nodded and said good-bye and apologizing yet again.

I closed the door and rested my forehead against it, my hand still on the knob.

I let out a shuddering breath. I closed my eyes, feeling tears roll down my cheeks.

More tears fell out of my eyes as my silent crying turned into violent sobbing.

My body was racked, my shoulders shaking, my whole body trembling under the crushing weight of grief that was slammed onto my back after I got the news.

After a few minutes, my crying deteriorated to simple hiccups and faltering breaths.

Then my breathing transformed into sharp huffs.