I'm Not Blurry [Joshler]

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Tyler woke up shaking and drenched in sweat. He looked up at the popcorn ceiling, confused for a moment, not knowing where he was. He looked around the dark room, looking for some sort of familiarity. His eyes flickering to the door, and the light switch next to it. Looking down at himself, underneath the blankets, he worryingly got up. Turning on the light, he looked down at himself. He was covered in a sticky, crimson red liquid. On his arm in pitch black was written, "Blurry" and in the bed in front of him, the one he had just woke up from, was a dead body.

Not recognizing the figure at first, he quietly tiptoed towards the body. Pulling aside the covers, he screamed.

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"Tyler? Tyler!" Josh shook his boyfriend awake. "What the hell?"

"Josh, oh my god." Tyler looked up, wiping tears out of his eyes.

"What happened, baby?"

"I-in the dream. You... died. No, no. I killed you. I mean, Blurryface did!" Tyler flustered, shouting at Josh's general direction.

"Tyler, baby. It was just a dream." Josh rubbed his shoulder.

"No, you shouldn't have to deal with both of my personalities! One is enough!" Tyler pushed Josh away, looking terrified.

Tyler ran out the door, crying incredibly loud. He didn't know where he was going- he just knew that he was going- and far away from here. Josh needed to be safe. He couldn't be trapped with a man that had two personalities, one potentially a murderer.

Tyler ran. He ran as fast as he could. And then it hit him- he could've been the murderer. He could've been the one that killed Brendon.

His thoughts racked in his brain, taking over any sanity that could've been there. Was Blurryface a murderer? Worse, was Tyler?

A/N

Hey guys, sorry it's a short chapter. Dm me any plot ideas, or any opinions. What do you guys think? Too many feels?

I'm going to be in Texas for about five days, and after that, marching band for a while. Don't expect any updates for a while, sorry guys.