Call The Dead A Bluff (Fransykes)

Chapter 1

YEE-HAW I AM BACK

AGAIN

Oh man

ANYWAYS LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD

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Joshua James Alphonse Franceschi.

Where should I even begin?

He was an odd man with an odd mind that many found either absolutely brilliant or absolutely morbid. And that man managed to be even more complex than his characters, even more confusing and curiosity-inducing because there was just so much and so little and too much and too little. He was an open book whose pages were either ripped or filled with scramblings and drawings that bored teenagers usually do in class.

As a writer, he took pride in that. He strived to be like that. He wanted to be seen with curiosity and amazement and perhaps fear or something lightly close to it. He wanted to have his perception as a wild variant that simply didn't fit in the equation because it was quite amusing to watch people try to solve it but ended up getting a headache instead.

He wanted his true self to stay unknown not just for fun, however. He was afraid of being known, of getting stripped bare to someone with no walls or ways to deflect it off. Letting people in was scary, knowing that someone could see right through you and your words was scarier.

Though, Joshua could be quite of a hypocrite when it came to this subject. He was fascinated by people and their mannerisms. Their passions and fears, their amazement and horrors. The putrid and the pure inside of human beings that so often clashed against each was what made his eyes sparkle and flicker with intensity and interest. Being the one to watch people was quite of a show for Joshua.

Don't get it wrong, Joshua wasn't a stalker who crossed boundaries. He was your normal level of stalker who would look someone up and look a little on their social media but got bored really fast and who sometimes would watch someone from afar when they weren't looking. Things we all do sometimes without realising and really, with no second intentions. He just liked to know people and who they truly were when there were no eyes on them. And he didn't really stay on a person for too long because Joshua had some sort of gift over knowing people and their inners. He could see the genuine with a distinction that no one else around him seemed to see. Except, maybe, from his mother. A single glance and she knew who was a morally good person and who was not and that was a thing that Joshua got from her but with a certain sharpness added up.

And Joshua either missed the people who could see the good and the bad in other people or they simply were careless about that. Or maybe he was just crazy. Yeah, that was something that was a big possibility in his mind. But he wasn't crazy, he wasn't a weirdo as he felt, he wasn't a psycho as they used to say. He wasn't, no, not at all.

At least not when he was with Oliver.

Oliver was also an odd man with an odd mind and odd mannerisms. But the difference between him and Joshua was that the brilliance and morbid were interviewed together like red and blue form purple. Unlike Joshua, Oliver's madness and geniality were like laced fingers whose skin and flesh just so happened to melt together and blend as the bones tightened and clutched and fused as one. And maybe that's what made Joshua's eyes linger. Maybe that's what made his eyes twinkle brighter than the sun, that's what made him read and read nonstop everything possible to know about that man on the internet and in a metaphorical instance. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that Oliver knew he was watching him, for Oliver watched him too. The way they picked at each other with hungry curious eyes that starved to know, eyes who could see through and within, eyes that stripped their differences from the world so that they were equal to themselves.