Oneshots

Follow Me (Onityler)

One-Shot: Follow me

Characters: Onityler (Onity/Tyler)

Prompt: "If you seek death, then follow me" (taken from tumblr)

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"Is that how you wanna die?"

The voice caught him off guard. His heart raced when a voice came out of nowhere, pulling him back into reality. Tyler turned around, nearly tripping over his own feet. Behind him stood the figure of a taller man. At the sight of him, the young adult frowned and adjusted his glasses.

"Oh." He huffed. "It's you again."

The man tilted his head, watching Tyler turn back around to do whatever he was doing. The man stepped closer, looking over his shoulder. He sat at a desk, papers everywhere, pens and pencils, and wrappers of chips bags and soda cans. The room was filthy. When he leaned in a little too close, Tyler swatted him away.

"Don't you have someone else to bother? There's a blonde dude down the road that could really use some company right now." He muttered.

The man frowned, adjusting his collar. He'd been watching the younger one for months, and though to normal eyes Tyler seemed like just another over stressed college kid, there was much more inside that no other stressed college kid had. It was why the demon was so attracted to him.

"Look, Onity, go away. Tomorrow I've got this massive stupid test and you just standing there bothers the living hell out of me." Tyler turned back again and glared at the man named Onity.

Onity felt a hole in his chest. He'd heard that phrase far too many times.

"You're a smart kid, nerd." Onity put his hand on his hip. "You don't need to study at all."

Tyler tensed up. In his head, he was dumb, and there was nothing in these notes that was clicking in his head. It panicked him too. With Onity's pressure, the kid was nearly in tears, but he was strong and stubborn and held them back.

Onity looked down at the floor, kicking his feet into the pile of papers. It was about time he should tell the kid the truth. But the demon really didn't want to. It was a dark truth, one that nobody as amazing as Tyler should ever have to come to. Onity had been watching Tyler for months. He found the younger one to be enjoyable, even if the feelings weren't returned.

"Hey, Nerd." Onity began.

"What the fuck do you want now?" Tyler grumbled.

"There sure are a lot of papers littering your room. You ever get up to look at them?" Onity said, looking around the bedroom. It was almost like a flood of papers had spilled into here.

"Oh don't overreact. I've seen other students have it worse." Tyler didn't look back.

"No, I mean-" Onity took a deep breath. "Seriously, look around yourself."

Tyler paused, placing his pencil down and turning In his chair to look at Onity. Onity frowned and then motioned around the room. Tyler finally gave in and looked around his room. The place was dark with dull lighting, but tons and tons of lined papers littered the floor. Hundreds of dollars worth of paper that Tyler knew for a fact that he didn't have.

"You see what I mean?" Onity asked.

"I d-don't understand." Tyler looked confused.

Onity kicked around some of the paper. "You wanna tell me how long you've been sitting at that desk studying for tomorrow's test?"

Tyler reached down and started looking through the papers, picking some up and throwing them back down. Onity watched in a painfully patient stance. He watched as Tyler began balling up the papers and looking around more frantically. He was finally seeing something he couldn't see before.