Mens Cruentatus (Joshler)

Sex

A/N sorry for the lack of updates! I'm trying my best /:

Also just so you know the chapter name just represents the number six in Latin, so calm down.

Wait to start the song!

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Tyler was deprived of realness. Not like he thought everything around him was fake, but he hadn't been outside for a long time, or however long he had been down here for.

He knew that Josh was going to run him insane if he was kept down here for too long, but then that thought sparked the remembrance of what Josh had said when he was down in the basement with him. When Josh was around he'd be able to go upstairs and go outside. He'd be able to see the sun, and better yet, feel it.

The thought brought a smile to his face. But he soon frowned at the thought of having to deal with another personality that he'd not yet encountered. Josh said that he'd train him for whatever was to come, but for right now he was on his own. And who knew what that meant.

He angrily pulled at the cuffs that restrained his now seemingly thinner wrists, causing the metal to scuff across his skin. He winced in pain, sealing his eyes shut and letting a shaky breath be released from between his chapped lips.

Start The Song It's Something I Can Never Have by the Nine Inch Nails

"Help me!" He suddenly yelled. It wasn't too loud at first as his voice cracked but he tried it again, this time, increasingly louder.

"Help me!" He screamed, "Help!" Again. Again. Again. Again.

He didn't stop screaming and soon each word was scraping its way through his throat, but he didn't stop. That was until he heard the heavy footsteps trampling themselves down the stairs.

He heard the footsteps stop right in front of the door. He took a deep breath before pulling at his cuffed wrists one more time like false hope had become mere reality. He wasn't going to be free anytime soon. And he was reminded of that when the door busted open.

Tyler's breath was caught in his throat as he saw Josh's body standing in the doorway, but he knew this wasn't Josh. There was this eerie feeling that Tyler was receiving and that was never there when the actual Josh had been here. It was like they were actually two different people, and Tyler was starting to understand more and more.

Tyler scooted himself back onto the bed when the redhead took a step forward.

"No one's going to help you," the man said, a creepy smirk painted onto his face, "and you'll never see the sun again if you keep yelling boy." He finished, causing Tyler to whimper in fear when he pulled out a knife.

Tears had already begun to form in Tyler's eyes. He realized that no matter how long he'd be down here, he'd never get used to the pure fear that coursed its way through his bones. Maybe this personality would kill him before Josh could even help him escape. Which seemed better? Tyler didn't know.

Whoever was inside Josh's body took a step forward causing Tyler to curl in on himself the best he could, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. The man held a tight grip on the small knife in his hand taking a few more steps until he was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down onto Tyler.

"The Judge really did pick a pretty one this time," The man loosened his grip on the knife, a smirk so strong that Tyler wanted to disappear right then and there, "The last one he picked we all watched die when he got tired of him."

Tyler didn't say anything, he just focused on the action of breathing.

The brunette whimpered quietly when his arm that wasn't hooked to the bed was pulled by the older man that had gotten increasingly closer. He felt the cold metal of the blade press against the pale skin of his wrist, crying out in fright when he looked up to meet the man's gaze.

"Please, d-don't," Tyler cried out.

Suddenly the knife was pulled away when Tyler heard an unusual sound come from the other man. He shot his head up in alert only to see the redheaded man with tears streaming down his face. Confusion was evident on Tyler's face when he pulled his free arm back from the man's grip, watching silently while the other man wiped at his eyes.

"Mr. Misty Eyed," Tyler whispered in recognition. This had to be him. Josh hadn't exactly described him at all but the name made sense in this situation.

Suddenly a yell of anger came from the redheaded man, sending him up into a standing position as Tyler watched in panic as the man paced across the room, murmuring things to himself and wiping at his misty eyes. He had the knife in one of his hands sending Tyler into another panic.

Without a second thought, Tyler started praying quietly to himself. It wasn't the first time, so it didn't feel as unusual anymore. Growing up in a religious household had taught him to pray regularly, but in this situation, he simply felt unsafe and needed to send a plead to any god listening. Usually while praying Tyler didn't like to ask for things, but he was begging now.

He was interrupted by loud words across the room.

"Stop praying kid," He yelled.

He suddenly smirked, "God doesn't exist. If he did then you wouldn't even have to call for his safety," Tyler listened in fright, "Plus the most believable of them all is Satan."

Tyler stared in terror.

The redhead chuckled scarily, "I've seen him before y'know?" He cleared his throat before continuing, "I saw him, so I turned all of my mirrors around."

Tyler whimpered in fright once again.

"He's not coming to save you kid, and if he was he would have figured it out by now." Mr. Misty Eyed said.

Tyler cried. He cried until the man left. There was no dinner brought to him that cold night.