Blurry Face Syndrome //TØP

Chapter 1- Static on the TV

Tyler couldn't stop it.
Tyler wanted nothing more than to turn it off.
He didn't want to help it regain more than a few more seconds of success.
Every press of a button on the remote control sent the static crazy.
It hissed at him violently. Quivering and shaking. Changing and disappearing. Reappearing and deforming.
He couldn't turn it off.
He'd become so paranoid lately. Everything was bad. Everything. Silence was an unquestionable state of danger which he hated. Answers. He needed answers to the questions he thought he knew but he didn't.
He hadn't been outside in four days.
Had it been raining?
He didn't know. His curtains were closed because he knew something was their outside. Watching. Waiting.
He was going to wait it out.
Attention drawn back to TV, he mashed the buttons of the remote again.
Nothing happened but more hissing.
He drove his fingers through his hair, clamping his eyes shut.
What was he doing?
What was going on?
He knew that the outside world was going through a drastic change.
He knew it was bad.
But why? Why was it bad?
Maybe he should look out the window... Maybe he should take a stroll...
No. No he wasn't going to do that. Inside this blank room clogged up with his own worries and desperation, he was safe.

"Ty-le-ler."

He heard his name within the noise of the static, yet it seemed to win over and be almost audible enough. Opening his eyes to be once again met with the static screen of displeasure, he peered around quickly yet cautiously.
Nothing.

"Tyl-ler."

Again! He glares at the screen, the hissing continuous. Growing louder and more violent with every passing second until it seemed to deform in an unnatural way. It twisted like vines, every monochrome strand interlocking with the other until it took form of the blurred outline of a man's face.

"J-Josh?"

His words were dry and they felt bitter and twisted. He hadn't spoken in so long, his mouth and tongue seemed to of almost forgotten how to muster speech and sound. He could see his friend... Josh? Yes, it was Josh. He hadn't seen him in so long. He almost looked like a stranger amongst the static and blur. The face grew more defined until it was almost life-like. Almost. The edges were blurred, yet they were defined perfectly.

"You need to- to get out wh-ilst you c-ca-an."

His words, broken by the signal, were dropping with warning. Tyler wanted to reply. His throat, though, declined his favour and seemed to tighten and clog up. He just stared at his friends blurred out features. The hissing of static was still there... But Josh didn't care about it now. Realizing what his friend had said, a cold sweat beaded at his temple. He felt suddenly cold. As if this sudden wave of fear had charged I to the screen of the television it began to create an almost life threatening sound of displeasure. A loud whirring sound and everything, even Tyler's emotions and thoughts were cut off by this. The static died in the blink of a second and Josh was gone.