Tyler Joseph sat in an armchair by the window. He looked over the city of flying cars and skyscrapers. The light reflects in his eyes as he reads the sign on the other side of the glass:
The Last Mortal Alive's Final Days!
The headline sickens him. He wheels himself to his hospital bed and hoists himself up.
Laying on the bed now he is finally able to relax. This might be his last chance before he is bombarded by the media again. Countless messages and alerts from people that don't even know him.
There is a loud raping on the door before a tall scrawny man walks in with a briefcase. He stands there for a minute with his head bowed before continuing into the room and plopping down on the chair adjacent to Tyler.
He opens the briefcase and pulls out a small thin tablet and looks at Tyler with a look of utter disbelief.
"I'm Josh Dun. The reporter you agreed to speak with this morning."
He spoke slowly, as if Tyler was stupid or deaf.
"I know what I agreed to, I'm not stupid" Tyler croaked out. He was startled by his voice for a moment before remembering everything again. He looked down at his old, wrinkly hands and sagging wrists. The black ink once vibrant, now dull and barely there. A thin line of memories around his wrist.
"My apologies sir" Josh stuttered. He blushed before typing into his tablet. Tyler strained his neck and once again saw the disturbing headline.
"Go on. What do you want from me?" Tyler huffed as he sat back against the bed and adjusted the pillow behind his head.
" Well, sir, I want to know about the past. You're the last mortal alive. What was it like back then? When everyone was mortal?"
"Huh," Tyler scoffed at this boy's obliviousness, "past isn't what I would call it. More like a present that is no longer here."
He looked down at the boy and made a decision he has never made before. He saw himself in that kid. He saw the future. He decided it was time for somebody to know his story.
"Look boy, I am going to share with you something no one has ever heard before. You are going to hear some shit that can never be unheard and you are responsible for making sure I live on."
Tyler looked at the clock next to his bed; 12:37.
"We have to start if we are going to make it in time."
"In time for what?" Fernando's eyes grew wide as he looked at his watch and agenda.
"No worries boy, you'll find out"
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Mr. Nobody (Tyler Joseph & Twenty One Pilots)
FanfictionWhat really happened? Am I real? Who are they? All these questions where never answered and yet they were answered. Everything happened and nothing happened. What is true? I'm not sure if it's even worth saying.