project vessel (twenty one pilots)

ten - interrogation

Blurryface coiled his fingers beneath her chin, black paint doing nothing to smudge or stain her pale skin. He stared down at her, swirls of amusement flickering in his crimson irises. The corners of his lips twitched up and she pulled away, batting him away with her arm and elbow with a mutter of, "Go away." He expected that, obviously. She was a bit predictable in that nature, unlike the one in the attic of her skull (in his utmost professional opinion - he was slightly biased towards Red).

He slouched slightly to her height to stare into her eyes, absorbing their wide, blue horror. Blurryface savored the moment, let it seep into his brain and relish inside slowly.

"Why are you here?" She asked. He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. It wasn't a joyful laugh; it was dark and stale and it was empty. It contained no humor or lightheartedness and just left the area shrouding him colder and toxic. Morgana stepped away slightly, almost as if in fear of being touched by some poisonous fumes. "I tried to make sure you didn't come back. I-I did everything. I even used the n-new stuff, they said it should have worked."

He rolled his eyes. "That new stuff , sunshine, is the same stuff that made you a screw-up experiment like us. Except, you know, different. I believe they even had a name for it in the development stage - Ruby. Congratulations, you helped create the key to your own self destruction. You can't get rid of me, or any of us. We're just toxic and like getting under your skin." Blurryface's lips curled up into a predatory grin and the way he gripped his fingers into fists terrified Morgana; she was certain he was going to pounce at the innocent blue-eyed girl and shake her by the neck until she was as blue as her eyes and dead. The general stood in front of her, swallowing hard. "Aww, you mean to protect her? How sweet, 11."

"That's her, not me, whoever you are." Morgana fired back, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. One hand reached for the blade at her hip. She made sure for him to notice this slight movement, and the little amused cock of his head showed that he didn't really care or mind.

"11, I am 10 subjects your junior, did you know that?"

"Thanks for reminding me that I'm capable of doing elementary arithmetic, 21. I really needed to be reminded. Would you like to explain how you came to your answer, too? Or are we mature adults who've evolved past the prison-like confinement of useless education?"

"Please, we learned everything through needles and osmosis."

"Not literally with the-"

"Shut up. You know what I mean." A moment of silence was exchanged between them. Blurryface nudged Morgana asides to face blue-eyes. She reluctantly let him, pulling out her knife in case he tried to hurt her.

"Jenna Black, you are a hypocrite and I am so glad you are joining the company that's going to burn delightfully in hell. It'll be a pleasure to watch you burn." He murmured.

"Who ever said I was going to burn?" She muttered. "You don't know a single thing about me. Hell, you owe me! I could make you my b*tch any day if I pleased to do so."

"No, because you are weak. If you wanted to make me submit, you would, but you cannot. The reason why you have someone else rattling around in your skull is because you need a little guardian angel to protect yourself when things get gorey and dirty, and you don't feel like staining your perfect skin. While you're sucking on the fruit of wealth and perfection, acting oblivious to the horrors of reality, she is the kerchief and she's catching all the blood. How's it like, being not-so-innocent? I bet you're just licking the life up and begging for more."

Jenna brought a fist up and quickly collided it into his face. After fist met jaw and fist was immediately nursed after, Blurryface groaned quietly, wincing. "You're not a very nice one, hmm." He muttered, eyes half closed as he rubbed the tender area. Now, he was on the receiving end of a diamond-cutting glare that Jenna gave him. An unsettling, new sensation stirred in his stomach and it seemed (for once) he was concerned about what would happen to him if he didn't straighten his act together. Unfortunately, he wasn't given the time to contemplate how many bruises he'd end up with because Morgana pinched him by the ear and grabbed Jenna's wrist and dragged them both out the door.