Blurry's the one I'm not

you killed him

// ERS 2017 is lit oh gosh. i wanna play mario kart with tyler. anyway, here's some weird stuff, brace yourselves//

Tyler woke up in his house in Ohio, in his old bedroom. Tyler's room was pretty small, there was a bed , a desk, a bunch of trash in the corner and some cool posters on the walls. he felt nostalgic thinking about all the times he used to play basketball with his brother, how they used to eat dinner every evening and talk about random stuff with his family, how he recorded his first album in this house. Tyler exited his room and went down the stairs to the basement. He thought, that the house was pretty dark and filled with fog or smoke, but the brown haired boy just shrugged it off. He opened the basement's door and went inside. There was his old computer, his mic, his old keyboard and guitar, and all the recording gear. Tyler frowned at the memories of these dark times.
He turned on the computer, curiously going through folders. a small chuckle escaped his mouth when he came across a folder named "dorks" containing silly videos of him, Zack, their friends having fun and making stupid videos together. Tyler's mouth formed into a sad smile when he saw folders "no phun intended" and "untitled". those contained his old songs. some of them were good enough to be put in an album, others were left out and put in the "untitled" folder, waiting to be heard by people. He turned the computer off, looking through the large room.
In the back of the room Tyler saw something on the floor. he went closer and it was a red liquid. The boy followed the liquid path further in the room. It was really dark there, so he turned on the small light on the wall. It was dim and flickering, but enough to see what was going on. Tyler's heart skipped a beat and he felt like screaming and crying. his hands were shaking and he fell on his knees. It was Josh. hanging from the ceiling all bloody. his faded pink hair was wet from sweat and blood. his chest, wrists, legs were full with deep, huge cuts. if Tyler wouldn't have known Josh for all these years, he couldn't even recognise him. he looked awful. there was a paper nailed (like legit with a nail) to his chest, that read:
he died because of you. i told you to be careful. you didn't listen. you kept telling him about me, about your stupid problems. you never thought about asking how he feels. if you ever looked at his wrists, you could see cuts, but you were too busy dealing with your useless shit. that's how you always lose your friends. so fucking full of yourself. you want him to save you, but no one can save you, if you don't even bother comforting your best friend. it's your fault, you piece of shit  we both know it would be better if you'd just die.
- Blurry xx

Tyler was in tears, holding the paper in his shaking hands, reading the handwriting that looked like his. he looked away, couldn't deal with the sight. There was a mirror behind him. He saw himself with hanging Josh in the backround. Tyler's eyes were red, skin pale, hair pitch black, hands covered in blood, holding a sharp, bloody knife.

he died because of you. you killed him.

                                     ~~~
Tyler's eyes opened and he was breathing heavily. he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "only a dream. of course. " he was getting used to these scary dreams but this one was terrifying. brown haired boy turned around and looked at Josh, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Apparently while talking about Blurryface, they both fell asleep. Josh looked so calm, so pure. Tyler loved watching him. (not a creep lmao)
josh was wearing one of his oversized hoodies and one of the sleeves was rolled up a bit. Tyler's curiousity took over and, remembering his nightmare, he looked for cuts on Josh's wrist. There were some older, some newer marks and Tyler's heart dropped. Blurryface was right. he was trying to deal with his own demons, he forgot that Josh might have them too.
"what.. are you doing?" Josh's sleepy voice scared Tyler but he just frowned.
"i'm so sorry Josh.. i was so busy dealing with Blurry, that i didn't pay attention to those times when you were sitting alone, being quiet, not wanting to go to interviews, dissapearing somewhere in the middle of the night. "
Josh smiled lightly. "you don't have to worry about me. i can deal with it, but i'm more worried about you. Blurryface is hurting you badly and i have to save you from him. i'm not letting him do anything to you" Josh said quietly, rolling down his sleeves and hiding bunch of scars.
"Josh, why do yo-" Tyler was cut off by Mark coming in the bus.
"what's up, guys? didn't want to sleep in beds?" he laughed a little, carrying some gear. "we got everything for Brad's new camera and some food so we can go now. next show is after 7 hours and we need to hurry up"
Tyler and Josh quickly hid their scars. They didn't talk about this to anyone else except each other.
Everyone got in the bus and they headed out to their next show. both were excited but scared. what if Blurry decides to do something? what if Josh has a panic attack? what if Tyler isn't able to handle it anymore?
Tyler and Josh both cuddled up on the couch and watched cartoons till it was around midnight. they were still driving. they were just looking out the window and talking about how beautiful stars look, how mysterious the forests look and how small they are compared to huge mountains.

// so this was ~something~. hope y'all enjoying this. if you have some requests on what should happen next, feel free to leave a comment. k thank bye //