Mens Cruentatus (Joshler)

Tribus

No matter the largeness of the room and how much he could roam around, Tyler decided to stay in the bed all the way until lunchtime rolled around.

He didn't know what to do, he couldn't exactly escape so easily when he was surrounded by thick concrete that he felt could crumble down onto him at anytime.  From breakfast time all the way until lunch time, he only curled under the blankets crying and panicking.

There were so many questions surfacing in the deep waters of Tyler's mind that he felt like his head would explode at any second in time.

But his helpless crying was soon cut off by the large door opening, and in walking The Message Man. He held two plates of food that he immediately walked over to place onto the small table in the corner.

Tyler remained under the blankets whilst holding his breath and praying that the real-head would just go away.

Tyler's breathing faltered a bit when he listened as footsteps seemed to approach the bed. He grabbed handfuls of the comforter in a way to calm himself down, but soon after doing so, the blankets were being pulled off of his body completely.

He immediately wrapped his arms around himself as his eyes adjusted to the light filtering around him.

"Y'Gotta eat." Tyler looked up to the man who spoke and turned his head away slightly, panicking that he would meet the man's gaze again.

The Message Man plopped a pair of torn up clothes onto the edge of the bed before walking over to the table in the corner and sitting down.

Tyler stared at the clothes for a minute before reluctantly scrambling to his feet. It felt weird to stand considering he had stayed in bed the last few hours. Tyler quickly took the worn out shirt and slipped it over his head and finally slipping on the pants hoping that The Message Man wasn't looking.

Much to his relief when Tyler turned around the man only sat on the table, gazing down onto the two plates of food.

Tyler pondered even walking to the table, because getting too close to the man made him panic.

But when a loud grumble was emitted from his stomach, he decided that food was probably he most important thing right now. So that being said, he slowly and hesitantly walked over to the small table, pulled out the chair and sitting down.

He didn't dare look up to meet the man's gaze as Tyler knew the redhead was already staring at him.

When The Message Man carefully pushed Tyler's plate closer to the boy, the brunette immediately scooted back, still fearing any contact with the man what so ever.

He finally looked up cowardly to meet the man's gaze when a sigh slipped from the older man's lips.

"Y'know if you don't eat, I'll eat it for you." The Message Man said going to grab Tyler's plate before the brunette quickly snatched the plate and brought it closer to himself. The red headed man nodded in understanding and watched as Tyler took a bite out of the sandwich that was provided, and closed his eyes slightly in relief.

Message Man also took a bite of the sandwich and then once Tyler seemed less tense, he decided to spark up a conversation. Not a really practical thing to do when you literally kidnapped the poor boy.

"Have you slept at all?" He decided to ask, thinking that the question could go in many different ways, which is what he was hoping if they wanted to have an intriguing conversation.

Tyler swallowed thickly before shaking his head no. Message Man nodded again, sort of understanding where the boy was coming from.

"Are you scared of me?" He then asked, watching as Tyler's eyes shot up to meet his but immediately darted somewhere else.

Tyler wanted to scream yes a million times but decided not to show too much weakness in front of the man, especially since he could use it against him in so many more ways than one.

"S-Should I be?" He asked quietly, setting the sandwich down on the plate and fiddling with his hands.

"Not me personally, but my body maybe." Message Man said honestly. Tyler shook his head as his hands began to shake.

"I-I don't u-understand. You s-say not to be scared-scared of you, b-but you brought me here. You're t-taking so much away from me, a-and you don't expect me-me to be scared?" Tears had started I form in Tyler's eyes as he spoke. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to go home even if that meant having to see his abusive parents again.

He would go crazy down here, with no real sunlight or fresh air. It wouldn't take long, and Tyler feared everything, himself, Josh, Message Man, the bed, the walls, every fucking thing in sight.

"I didn't bring you here sweetheart, Josh di-" But before The Message Man could finish, Tyler was interrupting him with louder words.

"Y-You did bring m-me here! No matter h-how many times you-you tell yourself that it was Josh, it was-was you! You a-are Josh!" He yelled at he man in front of him who's eyes twitched slightly at his words.

Tyler gasped when the older man quickly stood up, chair falling behind him as he pushed both plates of food onto the ground.

"I am not Josh!" He screamed and it pierced Tyler's ears and made him cower away. Tears sprung to the brunettes eyes, quickly streaming down his face as he covered his ears with his hands.

He shut his eyes and embraced himself for impact. An impact that never came. 

"I'm sorry." The Message Man said quietly before quickly standing up and leaving the room, locking it on his way out.

Tyler cried and cried and cried until his vocal chords couldn't take it and he swore he could have passed out.

But after what seemed like an eternity, he finally calmed himself down and stood from the table weakly. Crouching down onto the floor, Tyler began to clean the mess that The Message Man had made, before taking what was left of his sandwich and climbing back into the bed.