d e m o n •josh x blurryface•

tribus • josh

a/n:: this chapter is gonna have a slight mention of sexual assault.

••••morning; 8:49 am

i wake up, vision blurry and a small body next to me. more like a small body on top of me. tyler clutches onto my shirt and rests his head on my chest. i can't help but take my hand and run it through his silky, soft hair. he hums in his sleep and it's one of the cutest moments i have ever witnessed from him. the boy looks so peaceful. i hope he's having a good dream.

after a couple minutes, his eyes blink open, long eyelashes fluttering on his cheekbones. looking up at me, we meet each other's eyes and sit silently for a moment.

"mornin', joshie," he says in a sleepy voice.

i smile down at him. "morning, tyty. want some pancakes?"

soft, brown irises light up like the sun as a smile creeps onto his face. "y-yeah!"

"alright, but you're gonna have to get off me."

i can practically see tyler's gears turning in his head as he deeply weighs his choices. laughing, i ruffle his hair and say, "i'm hungry; let's get some pancakes. ty?"

"mmh."

gently, i roll the still drowsy boy off of me onto the white mattress and thrown the grey covers off me to get up. "you can still stay here until i finish," i offer.

"mmh," a muffled voice says again.

chuckling to myself, i exit tyler's room to go to the kitchen.

the smell of fresh pancakes floods the room as i put down the plate of flapjacks. coincidentally, tyler happens to walk in right when i was gonna get him. with eyes tired, back slightly slouched, and hair ruffled, tyler looks like a sleepy teddy bear.

"hello, joshie." he smiles slightly at me.

i smile back, gesturing to the food. "hey, teddy. want some?"

the brunet's smile grows wider at the new nickname. that, or the food. hopefully both.

" 'm a teddy, now?"

"my teddy."

tyler's cheeks flush to a rose color, making him even more adorable than before if that was even possible. the color suits him wonderfully, more alluring than any other makeup. i just have to stare at the beauteous boy that has sun beaming down on pure skin and colors swimming in a perfectly organized mess upon his body. tyler and i lock eye contact. dozens of shades of brown make up the eye color that the small boy possesses. i find my eyes trailing from his, to his perfectly sloped nose, to his mouth slightly hanging open. plump, cherry lips that look soft to the touch taunt me and i just so desperately want to kiss them.

snapping out of the real-life daydream, i clear my throat and look away from the angel.

"s-so. . . food?" i stutter.

"oh, um, y-yeah," tyler says quietly.

we eat our food, making light conversation here and there. it's not awkward; it's just peaceful.

••••evening; 8:24 pm

we're watching sherlock and cuddling on the couch. my attention is not held on the screen for long, though. from the corner of my eye i see tyler's eyes unfocus and his face eeriely emotionless. the reflection from the tv flashes many colors in his irises.

furrowing my brows, i speak, "tyler?"

my concern grows as a single tear escapes his eye. red inks from the outer irises to the pupils, the threatening color glaring at me. blurry wipes the stray tear from his face and whips his head around to face me.

a deeper voice than tyler's greets again. "why hello, puer. nice seeing you again."

my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and i immediately back away, falling off the couch. clearly, my millions of years refined instincts didn't help me at all. no, i just had to be left dazed on the floor with a literal demon staring down at me. scratch that - laughing - at me.

blurry tuts. "silly, silly joshua. think you can get away from me, huh?"

he looks like he's waiting for an answer, but nothing escapes my mouth that's left hanging open in shock.

"not talkative today, pet? that's okay; it'll probably be better for both of us if you stay quiet." a sickening smirk makes way onto his frighteningly handsome face. josh, now is not the time!

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blurry advances me and i have no time to react as the demon straddles me. my breathing becomes irregular, as i have no place to run, now. black stained hands run up my arms to my shoulders, then gripping them tightly with painfully sharp nails digging into the fabric of my shirt. goosebumps follow where his touch was.

"ah, fuck!" i cry out from the pain.

blurry's smile gets bigger and more sinister at the sound. "you sound so good, dilectus. I can't wait to hear more of that from you."

my mind finally catches up to what blurry is suggesting. no no no no, he's going to-

"relax, 'joshie', it'll be fine. i'll be gentle."

i attempt to squirm around and push him, but his hold on me just worsens. as i become even more frantic, i start to thrash around and tears prick at my eyes. i don't want this. no, no.

"i- please, don't," i whimper pathetically.

those bloody red, piercing eyes seem to stare right through me, a twinge of lust mixing in them. my tears still being held in my eyes make them, ironically, blurry and so is the rest of alternate tyler's face. unwanted hands go to my neck and he leans down to lick my neck. a shudder and a sob racks my body as he does that and tears fall down the side of my face.

suddenly, his motions stop and his grip loosens. i bite my lip in anticipation. did i do something wrong? is he gonna do something worse? oh, god, i probably -

out of nowhere, he leaps back off me and i'm met with frightened, brown eyes instead of those crimson ones.
tyler and i lock eyes. i assume he sees the wrecked state i'm in, because he starts to cry too.

" 'm sorry, josh-joshie. i couldn't c-control h-h-him," he backs away from me and runs to the bathroom.

i don't think i can follow him. he just looks to much like blurry, and i know he's not the same person, but i just can't. i curl up into myself and try not to think about what could've happened. i'm sorry, tyler, but i can't follow you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i repeat in a mantra in my head. i'm so fucking sorry, tyler.