I've been writing a few Twenty One Pilots one-shots lately, so I'll put them here. They'll vary from song-inspired one-shots to ones about Tyler and Josh.
No Joshler. Sorry or you're welcome.
This is a personification of the five albums Tyler has written.
No Phun Intended sat alone at the table. He stirred the ice around in his soda absentmindedly. There were four empty chairs at the table. Phun sighed. He was always the punctual one.
He looked up when the little bell over the door rang. Twenty One Pilots walked in. They just called him Titled. He sat at the table.
"Hello," he said, with barely any emotion crossing his face. Titled was a little younger than Phun, and he hadn't been through as much. His bones didn't stick out as much. His eyes didn't look as empty.
Phun replied with equal emotion. "Hello."
Regional at Best walked in just then. She always flounced slightly as she walked, but still retained a look of absent-mindedness, like she wanted to be somewhere else. She sat at the table. "Hello." She had a slight smile on her face, but also the same distant look in her eyes.
"How are you?" Phun asked.
Titled shrugged and opened his mouth, but Regional spoke first, not realizing she had interrupted. "I'm fine. Same as always."
"So very far from fine," Titled mumbled.
Regional turned to him. "Exactly," she agreed.
Vessel walked in and sat next to Regional. They were pretty close, but Vessel had less of the strange look in her eye and more of a blunt persona.
"How are you, Vessel?" Regional asked, appearing a bit happier now that Vessel was there.
"I'm alright. I woke up fine and dandy-"
"So did I!" Regional exclaimed in excitement.
Vessel smiled, lips closed.
Titled spoke. "What have you all been up to?"
Vessel spoke. "I've thought a lot-"
"Me too." Regional interrupted again.
"-about who I want to be." Vessel had just started getting popular, and the last time they had gotten together she shared that she didn't know what that made her. She didn't really know who she was or if she would change. Regional made sure Vessel would still hang out with the albums, even if she had other friends too.
"I was thinking about who I used to be," Regional said. "Things go too fast sometimes. I know who I am, but sometimes I feel useless." She got a distant look in her eyes.
Vessel moved on before Regional could continue. "Titled, what have you been up to?"
Titled shrugged again. "Thinking a lot about my mind. Falling, feeling helpless..." he trailed off, slouching a little bit. He stared at the table, lost in thought. It seemed like all of them did that every once in a while. All of them except-
"Hey!" A loud voice followed the little door bell. Blurryface had dark circles under his eyes and a smirk on his lips. He sat at the table and winked at Vessel. Regional rolled her eyes. "How are you guys?"
"We already talked about that. If you had been here earlier, you would have known," Regional said sarcastically.
"I know already, I just thought I'd ask." Blurryface rolled his eyes. "Vessel, you're still wondering who you are and trying to be the best you can be. Regional, you try to be like Vessel, but she's just better than you-"
"Hey!" Regional exclaimed.
Blurryface opened his mouth, but Vessel interrupted. "Her and I are similar, but she's definitely original. And I'm not better than her."
Blurryface brushed it off. "Regional reminisces too much. Titled, you're still kind of down and quiet. And Phun, you're just downright depressing."
"Be nice," Vessel said.
Blurryface held his hands up defensively. "It's true. I'm just stating the obvious."
"And you're still as pleasant as ever," Vessel said sarcastically.
"That's me." He cracked a smile.
"You're still depressing," Titled said, "but you hide it more."
Blurryface scoffed. "This is who I am. Nobody tells me what to do. I'm probably crazy, but whatever."
"You could be a little nicer," Vessel said.
He grinned. "I'm evil to the core."
Vessel shook her head. "You're not."
"Am too."
Vessel rolled her eyes. She didn't want to continue the argument.
"I've been thinking too much about society though."
"And?" Vessel prompted.
"And it sucks." Blurryface groaned.
"Just find people like you," Regional suggested.
"What if I'm alone?" Blurryface's mask melted almost completely away.
"You're not alone," Phun said. He hadn't said anything for a while. He had many things to say, but never really had the chance to say them.
"How do you know? How do you keep it from crushing you?" Blurryface challenged.
"Hope," Phun said, "because sometimes that's all there is."
"You hold onto what matters," Vessel looked into his eyes sympathetically.
Blurryface nodded slowly. After a while, he said, "You know, the five of us have something in common. Phun is no fun at all. Titled is helpless. Regional is all about the brain and not the world. Vessel doesn't know what to be or how to act. And I think too much." He paused. "But still, we're similar. We all still need to be saved."
We all still need to be saved.
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