a/n: *Tries to cram all nine blurryface themes into the story without writing too many chapters so you add an extra escape to make it climactic* Happy early Thanksgiving/ Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers, have a good holiday :,)
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Josh looked to Debby, turning around to see Tyler, who was held at the wrists by Nico. He looked to Debby, who shrugged, the two letting go of each other's hands and running to their friend, who stood still with Nico behind him. Josh tried to unwrap Nico's painted hands from Tyler, but the grip was so tight he couldn't. Debby tried to hold him and get him away. Nico's hands were burning hot, making Josh jump at the heat. He quickly learned that they were singeing Tyler's hands, and tried to take him out of the grip from the forearms.
The two tried to pry him out of Nico, the dewy fog surrounding them starting to be invisible with the sun setting and dusk ending into a pitch black that would only be lit by the torches of the bandito camp. Josh started to wonder if what he was seeing was even real, because if Nico really was here he would have most if not all the banditos in the camp executed for successful perimeter escape.
Tyler's most was clamped shut, Josh was trying to grab him and hold him, Debby stood still, unable to move. Nico had a hand around her neck, holding her still and lifting her in the air. Josh tried to get her free from Nico's grip. The mist subsiding and the air becoming more hard and raw to the touch. Tyler looked at Josh helplessly, Debby looked at him with the same gaze. Josh tried to pry them out of Nico, who just held them still.
It all moved too fast for Josh, who was the only one acting at all. He was moving around, grunting. Stressing out. He turned to his other side, squirming, trying to pry them free, crying and screaming "No" over and over again to the bishop to let them go.
"Josh, wake up!"
Josh's eyes shot open, his pupils dilating in the dark of the tent. Debby was sitting up, kneeling over her boyfriend and holding his shoulders. Josh looked around, reaching up with his hand to hold Debby's face and kissing her.
"What happened?" She asked after pulling away. Josh looked to her, leaning into her chest as they lay down on the floor of the tent. He sighed, looking up. The bonfires would've been put out by then, the dead of night was never loud, only silent. The sounds that would be present would be there from someone, not anything in particular.
"Bad dream. Really bad dream." Josh said, Debby sighed in relief, holding onto him tighter.
"I'm sorry." She said, Josh nodded, silence falling between lines.
"Did Tyler's siblings ever get out okay?" He asked, Debby looked down, playing with his hair now. She sighed shakily, tightening her grip. Josh's breath quickened.
"It was rough, but they did." She said, recounting the memory from years before.
"I put you on that mission." He said, Debby nodded in the dark, Josh looking up just about making out the motion of her face, feeling the air around it move from her movement.
"Yes you did." She said solemnly.
"They got over." He said.
"If they didn't then I wouldn't know." She declared.
"Okay." Josh said, Debby sighed.
"I know you found him." She said, Josh nodded against her, letting her rub his head up and down with her hand, trying to comfort him in the tense subject.
"He'll be here soon," He said. "Give him time."
"Time is running out for him. He has seven flowers left." Debby said. Josh shook his head in her arms.
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Taking Route East, Not Calling "Home" • Twenty One Pilots
Fanfiction"'We're not machines, not here.' He said, turning back, his torch the only light source in the pitch black valley. 'Then what are we, Josh?' Tyler asked, the silence echoing between them. 'Whatever we want to be.'" - Overdue Trench story, hope you...
