No Angels [Joshler]

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When Tyler and Josh came out of the dressing room, they were met up with Mark and his assistant Max. They were amazed at how they looked.

"Holy shit, you guys are angels!" Max cried.

Tyler looked down; slightly.

"We're no angels."

Josh pulled him to his chest.

"Of course we're angels, we have the beauty they have."

Max snapped.

"That's the spirit!"

He walked over to Josh.

"Now, let's get a good look at ya."

Josh smiled.

"Thank you, but you're too kind."

"I'm only doing what my boss says."

He examined his suit and how the skeleton shirt showed everything.

"Wow, my dear, you might die young with that pretty face."

Josh chuckled.

"Oh no, that's completely impossible."

"We shall see."

Then he turned to Tyler, who was now off of Josh's grip.

"Now you."

He looked over him, and saw how dark he looked, except for his skin.

"I can see your future, Tyler Joseph."

"What can you see."

"You're gonna become beautiful within a year, then you'll be all bloody with a knife in your hand, after you've killed the person you love."

Tyler was shocked, luckily Josh didn't head what Max told him. He thought it was all just a joke.

"Y-You can't be serious."

"Like I said, we shall see."

He polished his tie.

"But in the meantime, enjoy your life while it lasts."

Josh took Tyler's hand.

"I think we're ready."

"Of course."

As they started walking away, Max reached out and touched Tyler's shoulder.

"One more word of advice, my child."

Tyler looked back to Josh.

"Go on. Tell Mark I'll be a little late."

"I will."

He kissed Tyler on the cheek before letting him go. The boy made his way over to Max's side.

"What is it?"

"Even though your future is gonna be bad, you still have a lot to look forward to."

"R-Really."

"Yes."

"O-Okay."

He started walking off.

"And remember, be your sick twisted charming self."

Tyler smiled and convulsed.

"Okay."

Max walked off, and Tyler was left alone. He was shaken over what he had told him.

That he might someday kill the person he loves.