Bandito hikaye

It's the year 2050, and the country that was once known as America has closed off all of its borders and has now been named Dema. The states as vanished, but now Dema is split into nine different sanctions, or provinces, each led by its own Bishop. The leader of Dema, Nicolas Bourbaki, or Nico as everyone calls him, runs Dema with the help of the bishops. His army, the niner's are the police force that enforces the strict rules that Nico has placed in the country. It was a harsh transition, but ever since Dema has been running smoothly. Nico created a band on popular culture. This includes music, art, movies, media, and much more. He created job assignments, so there was a regulation and who does what job, so the country can be successful. If you got chosen to be a creator, you were the one who gets to create the art or media, that can be listened to by the listeners. The listeners are what once were called celebrities, the top 1%. It's quiet in Dema without music and art, but this allows for focus on the jobs and the raises the success rate of Dema. But what happens when a banned creator starts his own secret rebellious group?

"Im trying to get out of this torture house. It's awful. It's inhumane. It's wrong." Piper Alou was captured by Dema. She thought she was going to be apart of it forever, it was her home now. Until the people in yellow came and tried to save them. All of them. Every. Last. One. *i will mark diary entries with [] at the top of the chapter, and actual fiction/ what's happening with {}* *this won't make sense if you don't know the Trench lore, just a disclaimer*

Alas, the time has come. The lights turn from dark and dim, to vibrant yellow, lighting up the stage. A small drum beat kicks from the speakers, one of the lights dim onto the shirtless Josh Dun. The yellow bandana around his face shielded his smile that gave me goosebumps whenever I saw. I'm used to admiring him from the screen on my phone, but this, this is real life. He smashes the sticks down into the drums, the beat circling the entire crowd. It made it's way to me and my timid self. As I felt it, goosebumps grew across every area of my skin. During his rest in the song, he looked directly at me. HIs soul, his beautiful soul, peered right into my eyes. My stomach tingled with butterflies. Even with the bandana on I could tell he was smiling. And then Tyler came running onto the stage, jumping over his piano and landing just in time for the first beat of the chorus. Later, after the concert, my friends and I waited along with dozens of other banditos, in the cold wind of Canada. A few hours had passed, we even thought about leaving, in fear we might get frostbite. I guess the others had the same idea. The group shrunk down, and as a few more people walked away, the doors to the side of the arena flew open. Security guards ran ahead and around the building, shielding the two men from the blinding lights from camera flashes. We yelled to get there attention, and the boy in the yellow bandana looked my way. He gestured for me to come with them, into their limo. My heart stopped for a good ten seconds. Soon a guard came over to the group, reaching out for my hand. My friends, along with everyone else were astonished. It wasn't fair to them, however I wasn't going to pass up a car ride with Twenty One Pilots. I let the guard take my hand as he lead me to the tinted car. In one of the leather seats in the neon passenger compartment, was a smiling Josh Dun, patting down the seat beside him. That night had just begun.

Shelby a normal 18 year old meets the love the of her life on swing rider... but what she doesn't know he's in a famous band.

I'll introduce myself, Hi! My name is... what you want it to be... I will talk about my present... I'll talk about now. I know you might remember a past from my life but... this is not a continue... it's my new beginning... With a new experience... A new feeling... A new me (NM for short)... (If you were wondering: No, you don't need to read the previous story to know something about this since as mentioned earlier... it's a new beginning.) I guess this new experience wasn't as I expected. That innocence from my brain has left me. Now I get it, now I understand. And I've grown from all of it. Now I know our "forever was a dare from the universe" not a truth. (I honestly hope I can someday forget about you and never even recall ever loving you, I hope someday you rot in my memory just like all of my childhood harsh memories have. I hope one day you're gone from my brain and my past so I wrote this book to clean my memory and NEVER REREAD THIS BOOK AGAIN like a closed door to that "rotten memory").

[miniseries] a boy from ohio and a girl sentenced to stay silent for one hundred years cross paths. [based off of the siren by kiera cass]

Wake up! Time for sleep is over! Run! To late you're trap. They caught me again, im trying to escape but it doesn't seem like i can. They're hurting me! Help! Im on my own. "No you're not" a voice is heard but in my mind. "Follow my instructions Tyler." Should i?

I watched, flinching as one of the Bishops, the one that goes by Nico, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air. He struggled, kicking and clawing, doing anything to get free. Nothing worked. I tried to look away as blackness seeped from Nico's dark hand and curled around the man's throat, but I couldn't. Once the darkness covered his throat, the Bishop dropped him. He landed hard on his knees, heaving, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs. Then Nico grabbed him by the wrists and proceeded to turn his hands black, just like his throat. Tears fell from my eyes as the fight almost immediately drifted from the new comers eyes. Nico smiled at him, "Welcome to Dema."

Small retranscription of the emotions felt through the album Trench by Twenty One Pilots. Each chapter corresponds to a song. The point of view is Blurryface's, sometimes Josh's. The text may seem abstract but everything has a meaning. Enjoy the reading.

~welcome to trench~ step into the world of trench with a collection of short stories written by: • kenzie ~ @mybloodlongboards (instagram) • josie ~ @givingbirth.and.stuff (instagram) • lyberti ~ @twenty.one.lovely.pilots (instagram) • chelsea ~ @twocolumbusboys (instagram)

Im so bad at writing these but it's basically just taking you through the world of Trench with a familiar Bandito guiding you through

Clancy was born with the ability to talk to the dead. He was destined to become a bishop and he attended Dema's most elite academy of magic, where Josh was a servant. Clancy has to learn how to manage his powers, make the voices of the ghosts go quiet when they're too much, and fulfil his destiny. Josh just wants to make money to help his sick father. Soon, Clancy falls in love with the pretty red haired servant, but relationships are forbidden for students like him. Especially with a servant. But when has he ever followed the rules? - - - This is a Clancybearer fic but I've put my own twist on it so it's not 100% lore accurate, but I'm really proud of this one and I really hope you guys like it! Cover art is done by me but the photos are from the Clancy digital remains. If you like it please vote it really motivates me :) Enjoy reading <3 - Vic

Tyler has been in Dema for what feels like forever. He can barely what it feels like to want to leave, and why would he? It's comfortable, and there's no surprises, unlike the harsh terrain and unpredictable weather of Trench. But Josh is worried. He's worried that his friend is slowly drifting into compliance and that they'll never reach Slowtown. Hell, he's worried that he'll wake up one day, and Tyler won't. He needs to get Tyler out, while he still can. trigger warning for: suicide, suicide ideation, mental illness

After a bought of self-discovery, Josh comes back. Does Tyler forgive him?

"Promise you we'll get out together." ----------------------------------------------------------------- TRIGGER WARNING- mentions suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety, and anorexia

Trench-inspired super-short stories.

This is a short story based off of a dream I had. Enjoy!

a blonde haired girl works late hours at a coffee shop in Columbus, Ohio. She closes the shop almost every night and meets people she never knew would be so important to her, and this boy. ♡ (unfinished)