Stardust Soul || Joshler

Chapter 2

Tyler tried to sleep but really couldn't.

Not when he had to admit to himself that he was dead.

Tyler squeezed his eyelids shut as he laid on the metal scrap hanging from the wall, not able to feel the discomfort it most likely cause living people. This thought caused Tyler to whimper.

Tyler still couldn't grasp that he fucking died.

but yet he didn't.

Tyler turns to lay facing up towards the mossy ceiling, water dripping down the corners of the walls. Tyler tried to plan an escape route in his mind, but he didn't dare to go against his captor. Tyler thought that this cell was fucking gross, but he didn't have a choice.

Tyler didn't ASK to be murdered.

Tyler lets out a loud grunt as the door creaks open. He continues to look at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge the other's presence. Tyler let out a loud sigh.

Tyler knew he should befriend this dude if he was going to at least do something.

Even if he could never truly live again.

Maybe he could go back to Jenna.

This thought made Tyler swallow down tears. He could never go back to having a heart, lungs, and a brain. Things Tyler took for granted. But now that he is literally just fucking light or something (He had no idea WHAT he was made out of.) he never got hungry and couldn't sleep. Lovely.

"Tyler." The voice broke his trance as Tyler slowly got up to look at Joshua. His bright yellow hair glistened with sweat as he wore a lose black tank top and skinny jeans. He even wore Doc Martens. Tyler loved Doc Martens, but never wore them because he didn't want to be that emo. Jenna always encouraged him to be himself though, and that Doc Martens weren't emo. Tyler wonders if she was right.

"What were you doing?" Tyler asks, shifting himself of the metal scrap to stand in the middle of the cell. Joshua rolls his eyes and turns around, walking towards the couch.

"Working out."

"In skinny jeans?" Tyler questioned, raising his eyebrows. No one worked out in skinny jeans. That wasn't a thing. Tyler also knew you could never exercise in Doc Martens. Guess he did know a little about clothes. Tyler heard Joshua scoff.

"I changed dumb fuck. Now can you shut the hell up so I can watch the news?" Joshua scowled, clicking on the news. The news station he had on was still talking about Tyler's murder. It seemed to be national news. Tyler gasped as the camera zoomed in on Jenna, who was balling into Ryan's shoulder. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress and her hair was in a messy bun. She wore lots of obvious makeup in an attempt to cover the dark circles under her eyes and the lose of color in her face. She was making herself sick. This worried Tyler, if only he could tell her.

National Memorial For Musician Tyler Joseph Gathers 700,000 People

Damn, people really liked him that much.

Tyler started pacing the room as Joshua clicked to another channel. This news channel was talking about the latest politics, Russia, North Korea, etc. Tyler found it extremely boring, so he squeezed his eyes shut and sat back down on the metal, trying to remember what it was like to be living. Tyler knew he shouldn't dare talk, but he needed to get somewhere with his captor.

"Why do you have a cage in your room? That's really fucking kinky." Tyler asked sarcastically. Joshua didn't even flinch, didn't even look back from the TV. This made Tyler growl and kick his feet in.