GØNER [Joshler - Complete]

GØNER

Everything was black. An envelope of blindness, paralyzing him to the spot. He waited with dread filled in his broken heart.

Tyler knew this darkness would eventually clear, it always did. But what was about to ensue, decimated him. Everyday it got worse. Yet, he was helpless.

Soon, Tyler saw that pinprick of light. It grew wider and brighter, until it illuminated his world again.

They exited the tunnel.

He was in the backseat of a moving car, traversing across a mountainside road. The sun gleamed with a malevolent blaze. The air was thick with the scent of ozone - impending doom.

A pink-haired man drove the car, smiling happily as he held another man's hand over the gear box. The other man had striped tattoos around his wrist. It was him himself.

Tyler was crying silently. He knew what was coming. This was day the sun had set. Forever.

Josh..oh why?

He knew from a hundred past experiences that trying to talk to them was useless. This was just a vision, a grim projection from the past. A nightmare meant to haunt his present.

As if on cue, they turned a sharp corner.

Tyler from the past swore anxiously.

"Calm down, Josh you are going too fast!"

"Sorry Ty, I'm just excited about today!" Josh smiled, an apologetic glitter in his cocoa eyes.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he let out a heavy sigh.

That smile.

They approached another sharp bend, Josh slowed down this time.

Tyler knew what would happen.

As they turned, a speeding pick up appeared. Josh swerved, trying to avoid it. He failed.

A hellish moan of deep loss escaped Tyler's mouth, as tears flooded down his face.

A shrill screech of metal scraping metal, a rib shattering crash. The windshield shattered into a meteor shower of glass projectiles, gashing Past Tyler's face and hands.

The truck had crashed into the driver's side.

It was over. Everything was over.

~.~.~.~

The intense pain in his heart eased. He woke up in a cold sweat. Tyler was weeping, those tear tracks had become his makeup now.

Tyler had had the same nightmare, every night since the last year. He was broken. After Josh's passing, he'd given up on everything. His career. His family. His life.

Josh was dead. But he was alive. So Tyler died again each day, every day.

"Why God?!", he screamed in a shrill voice.

"Why did you spare me?"

"You stole him, you stripped me of my most beloved possession. Why spare me?" He wept, hysteria permeating his weak voice, hiding his face in his hands.

He felt that presence again.

He looked up with bloodshot eyes, to see another man sitting on the bed. A malicious grin on his face.

They both were identical. Except the new presence had pupils as red as the blood he loved to devour, and black patches on his hands and neck.

It was Blurryface. The demon who had been terrorizing Tyler since that day.