twenty one pilots imagines

Josh-My Name's Blurryface

I ran through a long hallway, it was grey. The whole thing just numb, unfeeling, grey.

With each pounding step onto the tile I felt my lungs crackle trying to suck in oxygen to my body.

A light shone behind me, it was red, looking at my fisted hands I felt like blood covered my skin.

The hallway ended and I couldn't go anywhere else, the light got closer and closer. It suffocated me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight and run. But I couldn't move.

Josh.

I screamed in my mind, I couldn't get my mouth to open and form words.

Josh! Help me!

A figure in black came out of the red light, it was a figure I recognized. Tyler? Josh?

The idea struck me, my blood turned cold and hot tears spilled out of my eyes.

Blurryface.

He crept closer, his mangled face resembled that of an angry painter's brushstrokes. A mass of colors and blobs. Blurryface looked same size as Josh and it scared me more than just the thought of him being there.

"You don't deserve Josh." He hissed in my ear. "You'll never be enough for him. Look at yourself."

Blurryface snapped his fingers and a mirror appeared before me, large menacing red circles surrounded parts of my body.

"All of it. Wrong. Josh could get a girl so much better than you by blinking." He darkly chuckled.

"How could you think that he would love a problem child? He just feels pity for you, you're just a pet, a device to muse his thoughts for a few hours a day."

I wanted to say something, but Blurryface had his hand over my mouth.

"My name's Blurryface, and I care what you think." The sinister quality of him seemed to melt. I felt more comfortable than before.

"I care, but he doesn't." The mirror turned to a picture of Josh. My Josh.

"He never does, just give into me. I love you, I will take care of you. You won't be broken anymore."

The offer seemed so very tempting but I couldn't, I couldn't give into Blurryface. Yes I was scared of him, but I remembered what Josh told me.

'Blurryface holds us all captive, the only way to make sure he doesn't destroy you, is to live in his harmony. It's okay to be scared, but loosing to Blurryface isn't. You need him, and he needs you.'

Slowly I reached my arms out to him. I pulled Blurryface close to me in a hug.

"Thank you Blurryface."

Even though his face was jumbled and without all form, I could see surprise.

The halls faded into white.

"Good morning (Y/N)." Josh pulled me closer to him, the soft white sheets and duvet were comforting after that night's adventure.

"Don't let me go." I whispered into his shoulder, clutching to him.

"I won't, ever, I promise." He said not fully understanding but being willing to comfort.

"My names Blurryface." I said.

"And I care what you think."