Big Heart, Little Body (Melanie Martinez,Halsey,TØP,P!ATD)(#Wattys2016)

Blurryface

(A/N : This is a little dive into Tylers past. Why? You ask. I say, why not? I mean, Blurryface is normally an antagonist in TØP/Joshler fics or he isn't even mentioned at all. So, I decided to give you an idea of "Blurryface" in my story. Thankiesssss)
(Tylers POV)

(Flashback)

I was putting shit away into my locker as usual. Headache, as usual. Melanie, the girl I had a crush on, sitting on her phone playing some game with her head hidden in her black hoodie. Yep. Everything normal. My phone vibrated. A text from Brendon, who was "Forehead" in my contacts. "Hey. Boi, bring books histry gtg" It read. Gosh, his typing was crap. Then I felt another vibration in my pocket. "Hey, next class you have has Mel in it. Wanna sit next to me in case anything happens?" The other text read. This one was from my best mate, Josh. Now I could respond to this text because I could read it. I replied "Sure" and started running down the hall.

"Hey Josh!" I screamed at the back of the classroom. I saw a hand raise. Josh. I ran to the second desk and sat, chucking my bag down like the lazy ass I am. "Hey" I whined. "Heyy" He dragged on the 'y' for about 2 seconds in a scratchy voice. The bell rang, signaling the start of last period. About time. I saw Melanie take her seat at the back, which was always near the door. Ouch. Yeah, you know how I had a headache before? I think it just developed into a migraine.

*TIME SKIP. 11:30PM*

I kept holding my head and clenching my body together. My migraine was just getting worse. I finally fell asleep, but it didn't feel normal. It felt forced. By forced, I mean, I was knocked out cold. Then, out of the blurriness that was my head, I started having a dream. Dre...am.....Dream...No...not a dream...A nightmare. There was a guy. Me. I was...the guy.......But...It also wasn't me. This didn't make sense. It looked like me, but somethings didn't look the same. He had red, (glowing) eyes, had a bright red beanie on and his hands and neck were black. The black looked like it had been painted in watercolour, it wasn't in defined colour. "Well..well well, what do we have here huh?" A deep, dark voice growled. Then I saw Melanie. The girl I wanted so badly. There were images of her, getting hurt. Bad. The "thing" cleared its throat. "You see her? She is the girl you want so badly, right? Look at whats happening to her. If you speak up, she might bot be getting hurt. But you are only caring for you, Josh, Brendon and Instagram and Twitter. But look at the girl you want. This is because of you, Tyler" The voice growled. I held my head harder. The pain hot worse with every word this thing said. It was terrifying. It felt like I couldn't wake up from it. Then, even more disturbing images came up. One was a photo of Melanie. In the picture, she had hung herself. No..this can't be happening...

The next picture contained something worse. It had Brendon, on the floor. Next to him, a bottle of pills strewn out next to him. He was dead. No....Passed out...Think positively...negativity won't get you anywhere.

The next image was the worst. It had Josh, and he was sitting with his head on his shoulder (quite cutely, might I add). And his eyes closed. Next to him, there was a knife, that was heavily stained with blood. On his arm in an almost illegible scroll, said "Sorry". No...No...THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

"AH" I screamed, falling out of bed. I was terrified. "No, no no no n-o-o-o" I whimpered. I grabbed my knees and rolled back and forth for a couple minutes. I saw my phone and grabbed it. I opened up the contact's app. I scrolled up and saw a contact called "Josh Dun" and tapped it. I had Josh on speed dial, so it would be easier for me to reach him.

"Jo-sh?" I choked out.

"Tyler, its freaking 12 o'clock in the morning. Whadda you want? You okay?" He asked groggily.
"Could you come over Josh?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Ugh, fineee" Josh whined.

Then, the call ended. I waited by grabbing my ukulele and singing "The Judge" on my balcony. "na na na naaa oh oh, na na na naaa oh oh, when the leader of the bad guys sang, something soft and soaked in pain, I heard the echo from his secret hide away. He must've forgotten to close his door, as he cranked out his dismal chords, and his four walls declared him insane. I found my way, right time, wrong place, as I pled my caaase. You're The Judge, oh no, set me frreeeeee." And that was all I got up to before I heard a bang. Josh. I treaded downstairs and opened the door. Josh practically ran in seeing as it was freezing cold and pitch black out there. I so badly wish I hadn't called him. I ran up the stairs, two by two.

"So what happened Tyler?" Josh asked. "So, I was semi-forced to sleep and this weird guy came out of nowhere and showed me-" I sniffled. "He showed me pictures of you guys...hurt..." My voice going to nothing as I started to ball my eyes out. "Hey, hey, its okay" Josh cooed. We sat down with our backs against my bed, my head on his shoulder. In a little while, we had both fallen asleep.

Little did I know, I was getting myself into something much bigger...