"Who are you?" Tyler would jump up, scared that he may get it trouble.
"I'm Josh. I used to own this place."
"Used to?" You'd look around. Why would he want to come back?
"Well, I don't believe that they let spirits own houses." He'd shrug, stepping in and sitting down casually on the drum set.
"Wait-what? But ghosts don't exist."
"I'm not a ghost. Just a spirit."
"What's the difference?"
"You see, ghosts don't have a personality. They just glide around doing work for whomstever the fuck employs them. However, spirits like me still have emotions, memories- oh! And we can also choose when we want to pass through walls or not. Sometimes I can become solid, just like you." He'd smile, like this was some normal thing.
"Is this a joke? This is a joke, huh. I know I'm weird, you assholes don't need to shove it in my face." He'd huff, sitting back down on the piano stool.
"It's not a joke- here, I'll prove it. Watch this." He'd pick up a drumstick and flip it around his fingers with ease. "But when I want to," He'd slowly turn a slightly transparent shade, and as he stepped forward, he phased through the kit.
"What the fuck?" Tyler would stand up. "This is weird, this isn't right. I'm going home."
"But you're weird too." Josh would stare at him, changing back to his normal, solid state. "You're not normal. Those voices in your head? I can hear them, Tyler. They're so loud. You're so strong. How are you still breathing? It's amazing to me that you've survived this long. I led you here because I wanted to help you." Tyler would stop dead in his tracks, turning to face Josh.
"You can hear them?"
Josh would nod in response, and Tyler would walk back over and sit down.
"And you don't think I'm crazy?"
"Tyler, I'm a spirit. I'm in my afterlife, nothing is ever not crazy"
Tyler would slowly nod, seeming to process the information. In Josh's opinion, he was taking it much better than most people that would scream and run away.
"Friends." Tyler would look down at Josh.
"What?" Josh would raise a brow at the one-worded question.
"Nobody else hears my demons. You can. You understand. I need someone to understand. So, let's be friends."
Oh.
"S-sure." Josh would stutter, surprised by the sudden shift in tone.
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Together We Go
Fanfiction{Joshler} ~~~ Tyler likes the sound of snow. He like the way it screams when he compresses the fallen flakes into shoe prints of ice. ~~~ Inspired by "Miss Believer" by Twenty One Pilots. This song holds a special place in my heart, as both the firs...
