No Angels [Joshler]

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The shots kept going. One to another. Almost nonstop. Mark was heated with his work. He wanted to get the best he could get, and to his surprise, he did.

Tyler and Josh had some of the best shots that most could never have in their business. It was beautiful, and breathtaking. It almost looked as if they were a couple living in a deathly romance.

When the shots were done, Tyler told Mark he needed to go to the bathroom, and he allowed him to do so.

While he was alone in the bathroom, he looked into the mirror, and began to see a reflection of himself that he thought he wouldn't see.

The mirror showed a dark image of himself, and it began to speak to him.

I see you, Tyler Joseph.

The boy screamed and punched the mirror, once again injuring his fist.

When he looked back up, he saw the mirror in pieces, and blood was coming out of the sink.

He couldn't tell if it was real or out of his mind, or if he could be hallucinating.

Suddenly, Tyler heard a knock at the door. It was Josh.

"Tyler, are you okay?"

The boy ran over and quickly locked the door and leaned his head against it.

"Y-Yeah. I'm okay."

He started panicking.

"I, uh, I just need to clean up. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you."

After Josh left, Tyler sighed, still feeling panicked. He rolled about still leaning against the door.

Through the moment, the boy was feeling as if he was going insane. He couldn't tell what was happening to him, or if all he went through was a figure of his imagination.

After getting himself back together, he grabbed a rag and cleaned up the blood from his fist and from the sink.

However, when he went to go clean it up, the blood had disappeared. It never came out of the sink to begin with.

Tyler was hallucinating all along.