twenty one pilots one shots

Heathens

A/N: This is basically the heathens video except for a little burnt toast I added on the side ;)

I felt special, really, being marked so dangerous as to requiring the best guards in this facility to escort me to my cell.

The other inmates, however, didn't seem to think of me as special. I was one of them. They barely glanced at me as I was led down the hallway.

For a moment, everything flickered; there weren't any guards escorting me, no hands dangling from the bars, and hardly any lights except for an orange one at the end of the hallway. It took the shape of the bars.

A smile crept to my face.

Then everything returned to normal, making my smile fade.

We neared the end of the hallway, where my cell would be.

The image flickered again, but so quickly that I almost didn't register the change in scenery.

We walked only a few steps further when the image flickered again.

The once empty cell was now filled with the orange light.

As we walked by, I saw Josh in the cell, wearing what he wore the last time I saw him, drumming away like always.

My heart soared, a smile coming to my face. Oh, how I've missed Josh.

The image flickered, and the cell was empty once again. My heart sank a bit at the disappearance of my best friend.

The next thing I know, I'm being thrown into my cell, the metal bars clanging as the guards slammed it shut.

I sighed, taking a seat on the cot.

I leaned my head against the wall, already becoming bored. I would sit here and rot for the rest of my life, even if I cooperate. But I deserve this. No, I deserve worse than this. I deserve the gallows. I deserve the firing squad. I deserve poisoned needles. But the court didn't think I deserved that.

I shivered a bit. This was like a monster's lair; cold, dark damp. The smell of rushing metal and stale urine tainted the air, making my nose wrinkle and my lungs burn.

How could anyone live like this, let alone monsters? Maybe these inmates will get used to it once they realize they are monsters, and that this is where they belong.

Me? I am a monster like the others, but I haven't fully accepted that just yet. But I have to. I can't avoid who I am, especially here.

I wondered if the guards sitting in front of the monitors drinking coffee were actually paying attention to me. I'm high-profile, dangerous. And, like I said, a monster. I should be watched in case I commit another monstrous crime.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed as I paced, stood up, and sat don when my world changed once again.

The orange light was moving now, along with Josh, still drumming and wearing those same clothes. He was floating.

The door opened by itself, giving me room to escape my cell.

When I stepped out, Josh wasn't in the hallway anymore.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but I moved down the corridor, searching the darkness for that orange light.

I didn't find the orange light, but I found a pale blue light from a lightbulb.

He and his drum kit barely fit in the narrow hallway, but that didn't stop him from continuing to play.

I walked faster to get to him, but he disappeared again.