Tyler POV
Having Blurryface in control is, unearthly. It never feels right. When I consent to his power, I black out. A door is shut in my brain and It's almost like I'm dreaming.
But it's not a dream; It's a nightmare.
I hear conversation. But only in distant muffled sound. I wonder if this is where Blurryface goes when I'm in control.
The state I reach is a room without light, only a door. The only colors found are black; and red. I always find an oil lamp that glows red. I try to look around but it's a maze. An invisible maze in a blacked-out room. It's impossible.
It's been a while since I've been here. The last time I was here was during the accident. Blurryface caused that accident. Terrible.
I hear murmuring. It's Josh's voice. Sweet, soft, like caramel. I find the door and try to open it. The door wont budge. So, I kick it.
Over and over again, kicking and pounding on the door. I listen for Josh's voice. There is silence. I decide to try the handle again.
It opens with ease.
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I'm back. I see Josh staring at the ground with tears in his eyes. What did Blurryface do?
I grab Josh by the shoulders, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Please don't tell me I hurt you."
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The Fluffy Haired Boy / Joshler
Fanfiction+Joshler AU +smut, smut, smut, in the butt. +I can't write smut. Jesus won't let me