Blurryface songfic

infestation in my mind's imagination~

heavydirtysoul songfic |-/

(A/N: the italics are tyler's thoughts. those are written in 1st person, everything else is omnipresent 3rd person.)

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Footsteps.

1, 2. 1,2. Just keep walking. Don't look up. They think you're crazy. Don't look at them, or anyone.

Tyler, you're alone.

A boy walked the dark street. He couldn't have been much older than 17, 18 maybe. He hadn't realized he was whispering his thoughts. But they weren't just his. He heard voices in his head. Was that normal? Heck, Tyler didn't even care what "normal" meant anymore. But the whispers of voices and words that weren't his always found a way out.

Why do I do that?

Oh, right. I'm crazy.

He had found himself in front of a park. The abrasive yellow streetlight shone on him. His sweater was torn. So were his pants. His hands were dirty. He looked at the dirt caught under his nails. They hadn't been clipped. His hair was pressed to his forehead with sweat. When was the last time it was clean? Even he couldn't remember. His stomach was empty, and his mouth felt dry. That was normal.

There was a lighter by his feet. Tyler kicked it and kept walking, but then he felt something that drew him to pick it up. He did.

It still works. Wow.

He walked into the park and sat on the swing. He flicked the lighter on, allowing it to burn at his fingertips. Why was he enjoying this?

Why am I enjoying this?

He felt guilty. Why did he leave? Tyler felt dirty. But this wasn't his hair stuck to his forehead, or the dirt under his nails or the stains on his sweater from sleeping on park benches. This was something buried so deep inside, in the only place he couldn't wash the dirtiness away. Where even the strongest soap wouldn't be able to wash away. He had learned to get used to it.

But getting used to something doesn't mean you're fine with it.

Being alone with his thoughts was too painful. Quiet lead to violent actions. He got up and started walking.  

1, 2. 1,2. Just keep walking. Don't look up. They think you're crazy. Don't look at them, or anyone. 

 He came to a store window. 

I'm in the middle of the town centre? How did I get here?

There was a shirt. It was pink and glaringly bright, disrespectful even. How could something dare to be so....happy? There was black lettering on it. His eyes squinted to read it. 

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.

What's that supposed to mean?

Tyler sat at the shop window, his arms pulled around his legs, his back resting against the cold glass. Columbus wasn't the liveliest place at dusk, but plenty of people walked past him, the occasional stare thrown at him, looks of pity and disgust he didn't want to look up and face.

Don't look up. They think you're crazy. Don't look at them, or anyone.

Tyler, you're alone.

The whispers came back. This felt like a time to cry. But for some reason, no tears formed. Emptiness. Just emptiness. 

He was shook from his thoughts. 

What is that?

There was a music store along the same road, and he heard loud pounding. Not the kind of pain Tyler felt when they hit him, but the kind that seemed to express feelings. Tyler hadn't felt feelings in a long time. Or so it felt, when all you feel is sadness for long enough, other feelings just cease to exist. But it sounded interesting. He got up to see where it was coming from. He started to walk.

1, 2. 1,2. Just keep walking. Don't look up.

Tyler turned the corner and saw a boy about his age getting yelled at by someone. He noticed the older man's employee tag. He yelled at a boy sitting at a drumset on display, with drumsticks in his hands. He had his hair dyed red. He had stretched ears and was wearing black jeans and a white shirt with a camoflauge-printed jacket. His eyes had a rebellious spark in them as he stared the store attendant straight into his eyes.

"You need to leave!" The older man yelled.

"FINE! I'll be back though, you can't stop me." He said back to him defiantly. 

"Josh, DON'T COME BACK HERE." He said angrily, as the boy, Josh his name was, turned on his heel and left. Josh turned to walk, toward Tyler's direction but of course he hadn't noticed him yet. Not many people ever did.

Tyler ran. 

Where am I going?

He didn't even know, but he did. His legs burned and his stomach growled angrily for food. Of course he had no means of getting any. But he wasn't running from Josh, if anything he wanted to talk to him. To say hello at least. 

But why would anyone want me as a friend?

Tyler, you're alone. 

Josh had noticed someone running and quickly went in the same direction to see what it was. He came right behind him, but Tyler hadn't noticed. He seemed sad. 

".....are you okay?" Josh asked gingerly, afraid to say the wrong thing.

"no...." Tyler said, not even turning around.

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There ya have it, the first chapter! Let me know what you think? This isn't a joshler fic btw, its going to be a mega songfic of the whole blurryface album.

Hope you enjoyed!