Imagines

The Contest. (Tyler joseph) pt. 1

Hello yes I thought of this in the shower at 3AM (don't question this) so I thought about it and decided it would be a better imagine rather than a fanfiction, but I'm going to have it be kind of a series so whenever it's Tyler's turn, you'll get a new update.

So I guess it's a fanfiction within a bunch of imagines haha

I think just small triggers(of course not small but not every chapter will feature them), and they consist of:

Slight eating disorder
Depression/anxiety
Self harm (not a bunch of graphic details)
Mentions of suicide

And that's all I can think of really.

Allllsssoooo I'm making Tyler a bit of an ass at the beginning, so please no hate because you'll understand why.

Thanks for reading!

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My goal in life was to have good friends.

Well, better than what I have now.

Sure, the ones I have now are kind and loving, but not all the time. Not when I really need some support or need them to do something for me, which is rare. I usually bottle up my feelings and never let them out, but sometimes, when the urge to walk into traffic gets to be too much, I need someone to talk to.

The only thing I could really do about the lack of support was make sure I was always doing something to distract me. I worked as mush as they would let me and then when I got home, I would read or write or listen to music or do whatever my mind told me I should do.

Tonight, I had gotten home from work at around 9, and then turned to radio on. I was scrolling through my twitter feed, retweeting what made me laugh, and liking what I though was important, when suddenly I saw a tweet from one of my favorite bands.

Twenty one pilots.

It said,

"Hello friends! We are excited to say that along with a tour, we are leaving our opening act space open. That means, one of you will be chosen. Click the link in the bio for more rules!"

At first I was intrigued, but after a few seconds the informality of the tweet came forward, especially compared to the other tweets they normally put out.

Before saying more, I just want to add that I am strictly a fan of the music, not of the artists. The lead singer came off like a player to me and the drummer didn't do anything about his recklessness.

The only thing worse than a stupid person is another person letting the stupid person be stupid.

Out of pure curiosity, I clicked on their name and then on the link. It opened up to a black page with just a few sentences in white.

1. Choose three songs from the new album.
2. Record yourself singing the three songs.
3. Post them on your twitter/Instagram/Facebook and tag us.
4. Wait.

I would have done it just to do it, but me posting a video of me singing scared me shitless. Hell no.

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Apparently all of my friends had seen it, because the following morning I woke up with a fuck ton of texts, all of them telling me I should do it.

I replied with an obvious no, sharing that the idea gave me anxiety and sounded like an awful time.

Most of them gave up, but one, my closest fake friend, fought back.

She ended up coming over, showing me how much she wanted me to do this.

"No, Bree. I will not. Now leave it alone. " she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Want to go get coffee before you go to work?"

Me, her, in a car, with a radio. It should have been a red flag, but no, im dumb and can't open my eyes.

I agreed and we both got in my car. I pulled out of the parking garage and into the main road. Starbucks was only a few minutes away, but that was too long to sit in silence, so I turned the radio on.

"...a rabbit. Can you save?..."

I immediately started to sing along. The fact that they were playing heavydirtysoul on the radio excited me. I couldn't help myself.

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"Okay, Skyler, go ahead. You got an hour. " I smiled at my boss, untying my apron and putting it neatly on the counter.

I didn't necessarily want to just sit in the back room, so I walked out the front door and onto the busy sidewalk. I walked for a few minutes before going inside a small coffee shop.

I ordered just a simple black coffee and picked up an apple, then sat at the seat by the window.

I pulled my phone out, going straight to twitter. The first thing I saw was a video from Bree, and it was of me in the car. She had mentioned Twenty One Pilots, and was getting quite a bit of retweets.

I swear to god.

I clicked it, then almost cried when it was exactly what I thought it was.

I immediately told her to delete it, and that I already told her I didn't want to sing for this stupid thing.

She replied to my text with a no, saying that she only did it because she thought I had a good chance and believed in me.

I put my phone down, then drank half of the scalding hot coffee without hesitating. It burned like a bitch and a few tears almost escaped, but I blinked them away and picked my phone back up.

Most of the people who replied to her tweet were saying how I didn't follow the rules, therefore it didn't count. I didn't even think about that.

Thank the lord.

That means that even if somehow they did see her tweet, it wouldn't count, and they would just move along and pick someone else.

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After I got off at work and got home, I made myself some rice and then laid on the couch.

I put the tv on a random channel, then proceeded to just mess around on my phone, as I had done the previous night.

I went straight to twitter, checking Bree's post. Most of the replies were the same, saying that it didn't count.

I went back to my feed, scrolling aimlessly until I saw another one from Twenty One Pilots.

"Thank you all for your submissions, but the winner has been chosen. You will found out soon. "

I scrolled past it, not giving it a second thought.