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5- Mistaken Victory

I hung around and watched as Dallon "trained" Josh. Apparently the other night when I jumped at Tyler and fell straight to the ground instead, Josh had unknowingly created a block with his mind, and now Dallon is trying to teach him how to do it on command.

Honestly, this worries me a bit, I've never had to deal with a Protector who could do stuff like that before. And Dallon is helping him, and almost all Collectors know of Dallon even if they didn't know his name. All of us were so fucking thankful when Yellow Eyes was defeated.

I know we're all bad as far as morals go, but he was just fucking annoying. Yellow Eyes was the first Collector in our generation to become that powerful, and Dallon was the main one to take him out. I mean Brendon did too, but he wouldn't have been able to without Dallon. That combined with the fact that he's so fucking tall makes Dallon very intimidating to us.

Anyways, I hung around for a few hours and watched Josh struggle with what Dallon was trying to teach him before going back to the hospital to see about Tyler.

He was awake and talking to Brendon and Jenna when I returned. I tried to mess with his thoughts a bit, but the slight fog in his mind from the pain killers along with him being focused on talking to those two kept my voice from being heard. I'd have to wait until Brendon and Jenna leave. Jenna left first, but Brendon stayed a bit longer.

Tyler questioned Brendon a bit about his past and why Dallon was there. Brendon answered surprisingly truthfully before leaving Tyler for the night. Without Brendon's booming voice in the room, it didn't take long at all for Tyler to drift off to sleep.

Finally, it's my turn.

I had Tyler's dream form tied to a chair in a blank room. "Hello Tyler." I said from behind him, catching him off guard.

His small frame immediately began to struggle to get away from me, but it was no use. "Get away from me!" he shouted. I merely smirked, he has no control.

"It's no use to try escaping Tyler. You're in my realm right now; I control everything here. We need to talk. Look at me. That's better. You know the anniversary of your siblings death is coming up, the siblings that you killed."

His eyes instantly filled with tears at the mention of his deceased siblings. "It's not my fault..." He mumbled, avoiding my gaze.

"I know you don't believe that, not for one second. It's your fault they're dead, and it's your fault your parents got divorced, you know that as well as I do. Now, as I was saying, the anniversary is coming up. That is Josh's deadline. If he doesn't destroy you by then, then he doesn't get to go to heaven. He'll be stuck here with you until you die." I was proud of myself for coming up with such a good lie.

"Why would killing me get him into heaven? Murder is one of the worst crimes there is." Tyler questioned.

Damn it, um....

"Oh Tyler, don't you see? If he kills you, he's going to save so many other people from the pain, suffering, and even death that you would've caused them. If you live, you're going to cause more people to die. Do you want that? I assume the answer is no, and if you want to avoid that, you need to start listening to me. If you do what I say, you can avoid causing others grief. Josh is trying to kill you before you have the chance to change. I'm giving you an opportunity to live. Now tell me, who is actually doing what's best for you? Who is the REAL bad guy here? Me or Josh?"

Nice save there, Blurry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. When did I start referring to myself by Tyler's stupid name for me?

"Leave me alone, please..." Tyler's small shaky voice broke me out of my thoughts.

I decided to let him go for tonight, I have obviously been spending too much time around Tyler and his stupid friends to start calling myself Blurryface.

I left images of Josh in his mind to appear later so I wouldn't have to come back as soon. Images of Josh more evil looking and intimidating. I set them to show up as soon as Tyler started having negative thoughts about Josh, that way it'll just solidify his thoughts.

"Just think on my words Tyler. We can talk again tomorrow night." I left Tyler's dream and went back to hell.

What is wrong with me? I'm feeling nervous, questioning myself (ok let's be honest I question myself all the time), and referring to myself as Blurryface. Why is that? The more I thought about it, I think I came up with an answer.

I liked being Blurryface.

I like having a name and having people think about me so often, even if it's not in a positive way. People actually acknowledged my existence. They cared about where I was and what I was doing, again even though it wasn't in the most normal way. Even if it was out of fear, people thought about me. I wasn't invisible like normal. Since multiple people knew about me this time unlike other times I was collecting, I was more known.

The next night was when I gave Tyler the final dream about Josh. The one where I created fake evidence of Josh and Patrick discussing how Tyler should be killed. I was especially proud of how that turned out; it took me forever to piece that all together.

And it turned out to be worth it.

The tears in Tyler's eyes and the hopeless, broken look on his face showed me all I needed to know. He believed me, and I probably just took away his last shred of hope. His soul was as good as mine.

Almost as soon as I left Tyler's dream, Josh burst into the room. All I said was a very simple sentence. "I'm winning Josh."

I let a smirk appear on my face. He has no idea what he's in for when Tyler wakes up.

"Get away from him!" he shouted as he walked over to me. I casually stood up with a smile on my face.

"I have no need to fight you right now, Josh. So sure, I'll go. See you later. Oh, and good luck with Tyler."

With a wink I went back to hell. Now, all I have to do is wait for Tyler to finish what I've started.

Simple.

So I thought.