twenty one pilots one shots

The Ukulele Blues

A/N: I have two other one-shot ideas but I have no idea how to start them lol but here's this that I came up with just now

People involved: Tyler and Josh

Warning(s): None really idk

Tyler climbed the tree with only one hand, for his wooden ukulele was in the other.

He managed to scale the tree without much difficulty, carefully sliding across a thick branch to sit in the middle of it.

He wasn't too high up; only about ten feet above the ground. However, if he did fall, the impact could still be lethal depending on where he lands.

He shook his head, looking down at the instrument resting on his lap.

The basement had grown too small for him; he needed a broader space for his emotions to fill up. And what better place to scream is there than outside, where your voice can carry for miles before it fades into silence?

Tyler looked up to see only shreds of light from the distant city. It was four in the morning, and he was in an abandoned park about three miles out from the city, so he didn't have to worry about his desperate songs disturbing anyone.

Tyler picked up the ukulele; his left hand on the neck and his right hand hovering over the strings.

His mind displayed the guide his fingers needed to play a song, but his hands-the vile creatures-could be an independent part of him. And, in this instance, they were. They had become blind to the guiding hand of his memory, relying on their other senses to get the notes hidden in the strings into the open air.

His mind began to chastise his hands for being so rebellious and uncooperative, but then his heart came into play.

The poor thing was aching; groaning under the burden of depression. Music gave it strength to jump up and lift the weight off its shoulders, even if it was just for a moment.

Sloppy, stumbling chords was the least of Tyler's heart's worries. Right now, it just wanted this load lessened so it could finally be free to beat.

Tyler's vocal chords put its two bits in, acting like a cash register. It threw its two bits onto Tyler's tongue, and he began to sing.

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Josh couldn't sleep that night, and he didn't know why. Every time he closed his eyes, he had this strong urge to keep them open.

He's had nights like this before, and he always went to that old park a couple of miles away from his apartment. No one went there anymore, and not because it was haunted or anything; it just simply fell out of use. Josh could relate to that lonely, creaky playground and eerie, shadowy trees.

It wasn't very chilly, and it was a beautiful night, so Josh embarked on the long walk, only wearing sweat pants, an old t-shirt, and a thin hoodie that was falling apart.

He was a lost man, and he looked the part.

The walk there made him feel a bit better; the slight poking sensation on his feet from walking on gravel and dirt paths, the particles of light piercing through the shards of the moon allowing him to see ahead of him.

Once he got to the fork in the road, and was about to turn left, he heard a voice.

The park was at least 100 yards away, but the voice was loud and distinguishable, as if it were yelling right at him.

At first, Josh was afraid since no one came down here. Therefore, he didn't know to whom-or to what-the voice belonged.

But as the words and the emotion in the mysterious voice became clear, Josh felt sad. His heart went out to the voice, and it broke.