tyler's eyes fill with tears as he stares at the screen. josh is so angry with him and there's nothing he can do about it. he really does wish he can share everything about himself with josh, but he's scared of what might happen if he does.
he looks up into the corner of his room at the dark figure that stands watching him. brown hair, same face, same body. you'd think they'd be twins for how similar they look, almost like tyler was looking into a mirror. black painted hands and neck, a red beanie, black clothes. the only physical difference between them would be the eyes. tyler has sad brown eyes, eyes that have seen it all. but his are red and evil.
he calls himself blurryface.
just a stupid figment of tyler's imagination, or at least he likes to think that. though his voice and presence, are very real. almost haunting. he controls his every move. he always has and he probably always will.
"YOU ALREADY SCREWED UP YOUR FIRST FRIENDSHIP. YOU REALLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT, CAN YOU?"
tyler frowns and looks sadly down at the screen. he's right.
"JOSH IS BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU. YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYWAYS. I'M HERE FOR YOU."
"are you?" tyler asks, immediately regretting letting blurryface know he's listening.
"FOREVER AND ALWAYS."
"i should just refresh it and try to find josh again. h-he's really upset, a-and i have to make things right."
"DON'T. YOU'LL ONLY MAKE THINGS WORSE. JOSH HATES YOU. HE ALWAYS HAS."
he shakes his head, trying not to believe his friend's words.
"that..that's not-"
"STOP TALKING! YOU DON'T TALK. I'LL DO THAT FOR YOU." blurryface raises his voice, making tyler jump. "YOU SAVE YOUR WORDS FOR YOUR NOTEBOOK."
tyler nods and pulls out his book from under his pillow and begins to write down his feelings. he writes and writes and writes, spilling his words and tears onto the pages. he cares about josh, maybe a little more than he probably should. josh could literally just change his interest or just never go on omegle ever again, breaking any contact they have together completely, and that scares him to death. he could easily give him his phone number or his skype, but blurry would never allow that.
i can't sleep.
it's just taking time off my feet,
but my head instead is going a hundred miles a beat,
and i'm thinking as i'm sinking,
and he's winking at me.
cause they know desperation and temptation is free, do you see?
we can't live this way just to write a song to play.
just to stay alive,
just enough to breathe away,
another day, another face,
and i will lose another race.
save me now cause tomorrow's gone,
just like yesterday.
tyler doesn't know where all of those thoughts came from, but they were apparently hidden in his crazy little mind somewhere. blurry smiles evilly at the words scribbled into the loose leaf, clearly proud of what he created.
"YOU DON'T NEED JOSH. LOOK WHAT WE DID."
tyler looks down at the paper sadly, his mind still clouded with josh.
"i'm going to try again tomorrow." he says quietly, blurry filling with rage.
'HAHA THAT'S CUTE. AND YOU'RE SERIOUSLY GUNNA REGRET IT IF YOU DO." he laughs loud and obnoxiously, making tyler sink into the bed.
well, shit.
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omegle • joshler
Fanfictionyou're now connected with a random stranger. say hi! you and the stranger both like suicide. ... lowercase intended trigger warning (self harm, mental health, mentions of suicide, etc.)
