S L O W T O W N

Who Is He?

"Where is it Tyler?"

He's throwing things around, slamming doors. He's even screaming, but Tyler ignores him, taking deep calm breaths, eyes closed softly, trying to work on steadying his breathing like Josh had taught him. "It's okay, you're okay," Tyler mumbles to himself, ignoring the now clear presence in the room.

"What did he do with it Tyler?" He storms up to Tyler, who is on the couch, not letting a single thing worry him.

"Josh told me, that I should ignore you," Tyler states with a cool composure, eyes still shut tight so he could completely forget He was there.

"Ignore me?!" He nearly falls back in shock. "He's been over way too much in the last two weeks, tell him to stay away! He's getting to your head,"

"Yep, also I chucked the razor out," Tyler rolls off with ease, completely disregarding what He had said, then begins to stand and head upstairs. He gasps and rushes after Tyler, trying to reach forward and pull him from the stairs. Tyler slaps the offending hand, gripping tight to the handrail. "Stop it!" Tyler whines, be He doesn't let up.

"You know he doesn't want you right?"

Tyler pauses mid step, steadying himself as he listens.

"Yeah, yeah he's gonna end up like them, you know that?" Tyler grits his teeth. "He's gonna do something to you, something you're gonna hate him,"

"And how do you know that?" Tyler looks over his shoulder, still facing forwards on the stairs.

"Because that's what all people do,"

"It's what my parents did, we hadn't even seen the outside world until recently, how do you know everyone is like that?" Tyler corrects. "Plus, I'm happy, and I don't need to hurt myself,"

He scoffs sarcastically and mock swoons, pouting. He steps forwards onto the first step.

"Aw, aw poor Ty Ty doesn't need to hurt himself anymore," His voice too high to be Tyler's, a rambled baby talk.

"Don't, do that voice," Tyler turns around fully now, images of his father flashing through his mind. Tyler shakes his head and ignores it.

"Oh no is little Tyler upset? Did I upset the brat?!" With the last couple of words, all baby talk drops and becomes a harsh, deep scream that leaves Tyler blinking back tears. "Yeah, that's what I thought, you know exactly who Josh reminds you of," He crosses his arms.

"Josh doesn't hit me, Josh doesn't call me names, Josh doesn't hurt me, so stop trying to tell me that Josh is a horrible person because I know you're and I'm gonna prove you so wrong just stay out! Stay out of my head!" Tyler bellows, clutching his temples, grabbing chunks of his hair and growling out a yell.

"You want me gone?" He hisses and Tyler looks up slowly, tears spilling from his eyes. "There's only one way to kill me Tyler," He strolls up the stairs and pushes Tyler's head back so he's looking Him in the eyes. "I'm all in ya head baby, you can't touch me!" He spreads his arm out wide as if he had won some sort of victory. "Unless you," He stabs a finger into Tyler's chest, lip curled in an animalistic growl. "Kill yourself,"

"Actually," Tyler begins to straighten himself, wiping a few tears away. "I can kill you," Tyler turns heel and jogs up the stairs, he follows too, watching as Tyler rummage through the bathroom cabinet.

"What are you doing?" He watches, finally beginning to feel fear. Tyler produces a long rectangular packets of prescription medication. "Don't you dare," He lets his hands drop his sides, unsure of what to do.

"You told me I didn't need these huh?" Tyler wiggles the packet, opening it and pulling the silver pill popper out, snapping one of the seals open, rolling the two little tables in his hand. "Maybe I do, Josh quit smoking for me, so maybe..."

"No!" He launches forward as Tyler lets the two pills drop into his mouth. He tackles Tyler to the bathroom floor, pushing his head into the tile, but Tyler can only laugh, a wide grin on his face.

"Spit them out!" He orders, but when Tyler opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, Tyler laughs and laughs hard.

"Too late," he sings and He clambers from on top of him, scrambling backwards, He watches his hands beginning to fade, looking at the tiles beneath him.

"What did you do!?"

"Hey I remember what I called you and why now!" Tyler laughs, He stands and looks into the mirror, a distorted and chaotic mess of a face, completely blurred and unrecognisable. He brings his hands up to clutch the missing pieces, a dull muffled cry comes from the figure, but Tyler only laughs, as he spins to face Tyler, blind, mute, but not deaf as he hears Tyler's drilling laugh. He wants to scream but nothing comes out, so he gives up, letting himself drop into a passive state.

Just a moving mass of shapes, and colour, Tyler grins.

"Now, you're not gonna bother me again are you?"

He can't talk, nothing left in his form to communicate so he just hovers there, practically just a floating torso, the beginning of legs but no finish, and two arms limp by his sides and he floats up to Tyler.

"Glad your back to what you used to be, Blurryface,"