Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 4

(TW: suicide. To avoid this part, skip the section between the second and third separation lines)

It's been a week since Pete had contacted Tyler and Josh about cancelling the Save Rock and Roll tour. The buzzing in Tyler's head doesn't help. The constant questioning of why them? They were about to head out on such an amazing tour, but it was put to a stop. Course, he couldn't be mad or wonder why. Patrick has been missing. He wished good luck on Pete and the rest of the guys plus family to find him.

He lets his fingers tap aimlessly on a wooden table in Josh's apartment. They would see each other a lot in general, but Tyler wonders if he has been an annoyance lately. Everyday it seems as though there's another crack in the ceiling; another cloud in the sky. Ohio was never an extraordinarily positive place, at least not for hopeless hopefuls in small towns.

Josh sits across from Tyler, handling a plate of Hot Pockets.

He says, "We may not go on tour yet, but if we eat like we are, I'm pretty sure we'll both feel better." He smiles.

Tyler attempts to smile back, "Yeah maybe."

After the simple meal, Tyler retires to the guest bedroom. There's a slight booming irritation in the back of his mind causing a headache. He decides to pass up medication for it, however. It was a good reminder that he was alive. Also he could never forget how proud he was for writing a song like Migraine. Through suffering, he creates art. That art inspires others which in turn inspires him back.

Josh knocks on the door before coming in, "Hey, wanna watch a movie?"

"No, sorry, man. Not really in the mood."

"Alright, goodnight then!"

"Night." Tyler replies softly.

He lets his thoughts wander. Usually he wouldn't let the dangers of his own mind speak, but tonight he relaxes, takes a deep breath, and lets his thoughts and memories flow.

'Tyler, pathetic useless Tyler.'

It's that voice again, he thinks. The sinister, deep voice that overflows his mind with doubts, self hatred, and pessimism.

'No one will ever take your band on tour. No one truly understands your words.'

Tyler lets the voice he calls blurryface continue.

'You'll never make it, Tyler.'

The voice finally becomes mute as the young man falls to sleep.

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The days continuously progress as Tyler succumbs more and more to the voice haunting his mind. Alone alone alone. All he truly wants is solidarity. He still lives at his parent's house which is another thing blurryface ridicules him about. He could very well move in with Josh. The spare room was always set for him, but he was beginning to feel more and more like a burden. To his parents, his brothers, his sister. To his best friend...

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It's a quiet evening at the Joseph household. Josh sits across from Tyler. The young man notices his best friend's constant look of concern. It was a good three days of barely eating anything. Josh noticed these things the most. Tyler wish he didn't. He wish he didn't have such an amazing friend and bandmate.

'Josh is too good for you' blurryface says.

'I know' Tyler thinks.

When dinner is finished, Tyler helps wash up. He takes his time slowly washing and drying each plate and bowl.

'The world will be so much better without you' it says.

'I know' Tyler thinks.

He then feels a hand fall on his shoulder. He jumps a little before noticing that it's Josh.