unholy (joshler)

chapter seventeen

"How the hell is that what we need to do?" Is Chris's response, his voice harsh.

Josh is completely still, his eyes wide and glued to Dallon.

What does he mean? Why do I have to go? He really does hate me!

"You guys are so oblivious! Listen, Josh is seventeen. If we give him something that can make the angels-"

"Ange De La Mort." Tyler cuts in, obviously uncomfortable calling the demons angels.

"Right, if one of them take him while he's awake then maybe we can see what we're up against. Well, what Tyler's up against." The boy mentioned instantly begins to shake his head rapidly, wrapping a protective arm around Josh's shoulders.

"No. No way."

"And why not?"

"Because it's to dangerous! He could get hurt!" It's in moments like these were people say things they instantly regret. Tyler Joseph had indeed fucked up.

"Too dangerous for him, but not for me? Your best friend of eleven years?" The anger is seeping from each word, his eyes narrowed at both of the boys. Josh tries to find where this became his fault, but decides not to speak up.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." Dallon scoffs.

"Sure you are."

"Dallon-"

"Forget it Tyler. Are you going to do it or not Josh?" He's struggling, really. Going means they have a bunch more potential information. But do they need it? Are they trying to accomplish something to far from their reach? What are they even trying to accomplish?

And would Tyler and Chris be mad if he said yes? What if he sees something he really shouldn't? Is God with Dallon on this? He's so confused.

"I...I don't know." He stampers and Dallon rolls his eyes. Chris groans.

"This isn't right J, you could get hurt."

"Yeah, there's no way you're doing this."

"Can you guys please stop babying him?" Dallon semi-yells in frustration. "I'm tired of you guys fawning over him when you sent me away like i was shipped to the wrong address. It's his choice. If you do, you go tomorrow. If not then leave. I can't stand to see everyone obsess over you."

Josh is crying, silently sure, but crying nonetheless. Now that he thinks about it, he cries a lot.

Tyler sees his tear-soaked face and when Dallon stands up so does he.

"You've crossed a line Dallon."

"Oh have I? What line?"

"You've insulted my boyfriend! You're being insensitive!"

"Oh, I'm being insensitive? Take a look in the mirror jackass, so are you!" Chris keeps his line of eye sight on the floor as Josh cries into his hands.

He hates the yelling, he hates that he's the reason for it all.

"I'll do it. I'll go." Both boys stop yelling, all eyes now on Josh.

"What?" Chris whispers in disbelief.

"Just please, stop fighting." Tyler kneels in front of him with wide eyes.

"No, Josh you don't have to."

"Don't. He's made his decision." Dallon interrupts.

"I swear to God if he gets hurt-"

"You'll what? Huh, angel boy? Slap me around, use your powers to strike me dead? I hate to break it to ya bud, but just because you're a freak with wings, doesn't mean you're anymore Superior than us."