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T Y L E R

I lost a chunk of time again, but I know I beat up someone. Blurryface took over, so something bad was bound to happen. Now I'm sitting on Josh's bed playing a video game with him. I eventually got the hang of it and I keep beating him, which makes him mad. I was scared at first when he seemed angry, but he noticed and kept telling me he wasn't really mad. Everyone in my head won't shut up about the boy next to me. The next time someone takes over, I'm gonna be put in a weird situation. Especially if it's Blurry.

I flinch when Josh's mom calls up the stairs that dinners ready. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Josh asks with a smile.

"I guess, if you don't mind." I provide a faint smile. My stomach flutters with anxiety. I'll have to sit there and eat dinner in front of Josh's whole family. Suddenly, blurryface's voice grows louder.

Shit.

B L U R R Y F A C E

I just love taking over at the worst times for Tyler. I really wish I could always be in control, but that's not up to me.

Please blurry, don't do anything I would regret.

Oh Tyler, you really think I'm gonna listen to you?

I laugh. Josh gives me a weird look but motions for me to follow him downstairs. I'm not eating dinner. Tyler's body is way too fat for me, he's a fucking pig.

"I am not eating your shitty food." I tell the boy in front of me.

"W-whys your voice so d-deep?" He asks quietly.

"Why, does it scare you?" I give a sickening grin, stepping extremely close to him.

"T-Tyler? W-what's g-going on?" He stutters. I push him against the hallway wall.

"It's Blurryface. Get it right, you'll be screaming it later." I hiss. He shivers under my touch. I smirk and let him go, walking down the stairs. He hesitates before following after me. He walks faster to catch up with me.

Tyler keeps trying to come back, and I can only hold my ground for so much longer.

God damnit, fucking faggot. Don't you know your place?

T Y L E R

I'm finally back in control. We're standing in Josh's living room. He's slightly behind me.

"W-what did I d-do?" I whisper to the boy.

"W-what w-was th-that?" He whispers back. He's awkwardly holding his arm and swaying back and forth. I notice his fingers tapping out a pattern on his arm.

"I-I-I didn't mean any-anything I s-s-said or d-did. P-please f-for-forgive me!" I beg, my eyes filling with tears. I hear Blurryface calling me a faggot for crying.

"It's fine, I just... don't understand." He says, still talking softly.

"No one fucking understands." I cry. I hate myself for this. I'm such a failure I can't even control my fucking personality. He steps towards me, pulling me into a hug.

That's where he made a mistake. No one can touch me without Blurryface taking over.

B L U R R Y F A C E

"Get the fuck off me, faggot." I push him away. He looks stunned that I said that.

"T-Tyl-" he starts, but I cut him off. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him so close to my face that our noses are almost touching.

"I fucking told you I'm not Tyler. Tyler's a fucking sensitive twink. Call me Tyler again and I'll douse you in lighter fluid and put a match to your skin." I hiss. "And if you ever touch Tyler again, I'll rip your teeth out one by one." I add.

I think my job is done, since he's shaking with tears in his eyes.

T Y L E R

I come back. I'm holding Josh close to my face by his shirt. He's shaking and looks like he might cry. I instantly drop him, letting him fall to the floor. I kneel down next to him. He's only a few inches away from me.

"It's Tyler again, I'm sorry for whatever I did. I-I can't hel-help it." I try to apologize.

"What the hell is going on." He asks, seemingly breathless.

"W-what did I say?"

"That if I ever touch you again, you-you'll rip my teeth out one by one." I sigh, rubbing my eyes with my hands.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. I'm s-sorry it keeps happening. It-its just that... that I've never been in someone's home, and I'm r-really n-nervous, s-so he k-keeps taking over." I try to explain, hoping that he'll understand.

Everyone in my head is yelling at Blurry for scaring Josh.

"Blurry, you made it worse for Tyler!" I hear Ruby's gentle voice scolding him.

"I-I guess it's fine, as long as you don't actually set me on fire... and you don't have to be nervous here, my family's nice." He tries to comfort me.

"I-I'm su-sure they ar-are, if they're anyth-thing li-like y-you." I smile warily, standing up. He stands up too. "D-don't w-worry, Blurrys th-the only one th-that w-would h-hurt you, b-but as l-long as n-nothing happens and no one t-touches me, he-he won't come b-back." I really wish the stuttering would stop.

"Ok." He looks unsure, but I'll take it. There's too much talking in my head right now to do anything besides stand there.

"Tyler!" Josh giggles a little. I snap out of it. My cheeks flush red when I realize he's been calling my name for a while.

"S-sorry." I smile sheepishly, following him in to the kitchen.

"You're fine." He takes a seat next to his brother. His whole family is here- mom, dad, brother, and two sisters. The sisters almost look like twins. "Everyone, this is Tyler." He introduces me. "You can sit next to me, if you want." I nod distractedly. I sit down in the empty chair next to Josh.

"How do you know you can trust these people?" The whisperer asks.

"You need to get to know the sisters!" Ruby squeaks.

You're gonna mess up. They'll think you're weird. You're gonna regret this.

"Shut up blurry, let the kid live." Mr. Misty eye scolds.

"Tyler! Pay attention!" Ruby alerts me.

I look up to see the whole table looking at me. I feel my anxiety spike.

"I'm s-sorry, what d-did you s-say?" I stutter, frantically looking at all of the faces focused on me.

(A/N: I'm reading this back as I edit it, and fuck this story sucks sorryyy lmao)

-m