Who Is Tyler Joseph? (Joshler) [✓]

22! Angry

there is some homophobic language and vague mentions of violence in this one

it's not much but still stay safe uwu

also idek what this chapter is or if it even makes sense but like whatevs
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school starts tomorrow and i don't like that very much pray 4 me

this only has one chapter left

then an epilogue

ha ha ha

k bye enjoy

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Set the scene: It's 11:55, December 31st, 2017. New Years Eve.

Kyle Fletchers is hosting the big new years party, and everyone is gathered in his very large, sky-lit living room.

With only five minutes until midnight, everyone is chattering excitedly. Girls fawning to their friends about who they're going to kiss. Guys bragging about how they're totally going to get a blowjob from Chelsea in that closet down the hall.

Tyler is seated quietly in the middle of the chaos. He doesn't even know why he showed up.

(Yes he does.)

He takes a sip of the strong alcoholic beverage in his hand. He has no clue what it is, but it seems to be doing something.

He relaxes into the oddly placed couch he rests on, right in the middle of a very empty room, furniture-wise. He glances at the large, very expensive looking clock on the wall. 11:56.

He doesn't feel a tap on his arm, but when he turns, he sees that some kid is poking him, demanding his attention. He starts to question what is in his drink. Hopefully it doesn't kill him, he thinks as he takes another sip, ignoring the boy trying to speak to him.

He turns his back on the kid, and the tapping seemingly gets more excessive as he can feel it clearly now.

"Hey!" The kid is clearly drunk, high and annoying. He slurs his words and breathes down Tyler's neck and Tyler already doesn't like him.

The cold wind of a rainy May day abruptly replaces the alcohol-ridden breath he was feeling, as he snaps out of his daydream.

He suddenly becomes immensely aware of the water pouring down on him where he sits on a bench just outside of the school. His jacket is soaked through and his hair is matted down to his forehead. Oh, if that kid were to see him now, in all his wet-molerat-looking glory.

"You're T'ler Joseph!" Drunky cheers.

T'ler Joseph just stares.

The drunk teen attempts to stand up straighter, broadening his shoulders in what appears to be an intimidation tactic. Tyler just stares.

"I've heard 'bout you," The boy tries to chuckle, but it's more of a bubbly giggle.

Tyler decides to at least give him an acknowledging nod, before turning his back to the boy again.