project vessel (twenty one pilots)

four - tag youre it (pt1)

Looking at me through your window

Boy, you had your eye out for a little

The tip of the knife scraped at the plaster on the walls as Tyler dragged it across, the skeleton mask he wore growing hot as his shallow, quick breaths heated it quickly. Josh was right behind, wearing his typical alien mask. The two hastily walked down the corridor of the apartment building, the only sound being the flicker of the lights, their swift footsteps, and the sound of the knife gliding across the wall. Tyler walked to the very end before making a sharp right down a shorter hallway. It was almost impossible to properly see as the lights did as they pleased, black one second and yellow the next. The two marched to the very last door, with a chipping sign that read "22B". Tyler pounded his fist on the olive-painted door, gritting his teeth.

The door was hastily opened by the person inside, revealing a frustrated and tired Edmona Lilo. "I don't do anything at 2 AM regarding my businesses." She sleepily croaked, yawning. With a rage radiating off of him that could seemingly spark into flames at any given moment, Tyler began to spew a string of rants and ramblings at her that Edmona could barely process.

"You lied! You said you had no eyes in the government sector, and you do! I should have known you'd lie and make something up, but you're keeping it from me. Is someone paying you? That's what you do everything for, isn't it. For your own fucking gain, because you're just a greedy nobody who made a name out of crime and money and by. Lying. To. Me."

"It is," Edmona looked at her watch, "2:18 AM. You just barged into my home with the most ridiculous claim."

"We know about Tanner." Josh explained Tyler's outburst.

"Can't this wait til the morning?" Lilo groaned.

"Do you know what happens to those who withhold information and lie to us?" Tyler's hands burst into flames and Edmona let out a yelp, recoiling backwards into the kitchenette of the small apartment, picking up a frying pan.

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"I'll cut you up and make you dinner

You've reached the end, you are the winner"

before

Tyler was eventually hooked to Lilo's machine. Tracking any suspect, he worked to see if there were any updates as to mystery snow white. He had not seen or heard her again, and this frustrated him immensely. Josh offered to go to Highgate and snoop around the Sector as Tyler hated open spaces and the cleanliness of the richer region of Isle. It disturbed him and he felt unclean and wrong and sinful around that; after all, he, with his charcoal hands and his dark clothes and his mind infested with spiders and cobwebs and nasty little things that bit his brain and scattered needles of painful truth like some sort of lightning of a cerebral thunderstorm. Josh volunteered to go, heck, he seemed relieved almost, to go to that place and breathe actual clean air and tidy streets. Unsuccessful, the two once again resorted to their previous methods of information extraction. Literally carving the truth out of victims took place, and they gathered little strings of information that could, quite possibly, have meant the life and death of their search. One name popped up on the bleeding tongues of multiple victims; Tanner. Tanner this, Tanner that. Tyler was able to force out a little more; Tanner had worked there but lived in Lowtown, until he was asked to leave Project Vessel and pursuit another branch. His presence in the Sector continued, but no longer in the center and rather nearing the edges around Highgate. Nonetheless, he played some fundamental role in the Project, thus making him more amenable to possibly describe his experiences. Many rogue employees, Tyler and Josh discovered, liked rattling and talking dirt about their former work. Whether they were businessmen who had a gun pressed to their tie or a scientist given one too many shots of tequila, it worked.